Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

No matter how calm he was, no matter how mentally prepared he was, when the time came to face the answer, Zhou Ning still wanted to ask one more question. He wasn't afraid of fighting, but he also didn't want to engage in a meaningless battle.

"The facts are obvious, aren't they? This battle is inevitable." Pirate King Zhou Ning showed a regretful expression on his face.

"Now I am just a part of a dream, where I can only repeat the process of coup d'état. Destiny is not scrap metal thrown on the ground. I once picked it up from the mud and forged it into a crown that the whole world centered around me. But greatness and absurdity are often only one step away. Unfortunately, I am the absurd one now."

He did not rush to attack, but looked at Zhou Ning, a smile on his face, and said slowly:

"For countless years, I have led my companions and my men into Darkland countless times, and raised my pineapple flag in Brunus Square countless times. Countless times, I have followed the inevitable fate of welcoming an incompetent like Augustine IV into the palace."

"This was supposed to be a path to glory. But unfortunately, every time I was about to complete a coup, an evil god named Nyastra would descend. Regardless of the outcome, it only determines whether this dream will be a good one or a nightmare, and the dream will restart."

"Later, after countless encounters with Nyastera, you might not believe it, but we gradually became friends and partners. Sometimes he won, and sometimes I won. This happened countless times."

Having said that, Pirate King Zhou Ning waved his hand and shouted loudly:

"Come out! Nyastra!"

...If Zhou Ning hadn't been so used to being an actor and hadn't been good at controlling his facial expressions, he would have almost spit in One Piece's face.

As his words fell, the earth began to violently shake. Amidst the crowd's gazes, some in surprise, some in panic, a blood-red pillar of light descended from the sky. An aura that filled them with utter fear erupted from the light. A moment later, a familiar figure emerged from the blood-red pillar of light, revealing a massive, ferocious figure. It raised its head and let out a startling roar.

He is nearly thirty meters tall, his body is bright red, and his face is covered with a large number of mysterious and complex patterns.

The ancient evil god Nyastra!

"This..." In Zhou Ning's hands, the little broken book flipped back and forth restlessly. The appearance of Nyastra had exceeded its observation limit.

Within its observation range, several more destinies appeared. After hesitating for a moment, a few lines of writing appeared on it:

"Great Master, I can no longer predict the outcome of the upcoming battle, but I have a suggestion for you. There's no need to force a fight in this situation. This Naiastra is far more powerful than during the Darkland Cataclysm. Considering this dream is an absurd dream with immense freedom and instability, and considering this time period is thousands of years before He was sealed and imprisoned, this is a very logical outcome."

Zhou Ning couldn't help but twitch his lips. Why? We're all the same person, why is there Xiao Nai across from me, while I only have this shabby little book? Besides infecting me with a bad habit of logic, it can only function as an artificial AI.

At this time, the color of the sky became more and more strange, like a seasoning plate overturned, gold, red, and blue mixed together, and the light like an oil painting shone on the Pirate King Zhou Ning. Zhou Ning had to admit that his face, coupled with the unique temperament of the Pirate King Zhou Ning, was indeed very leadership-like.

The Pirate King Zhou Ning leaped up, the hem of his dark red coat flying high behind him, rustling. Then, with his knees slightly bent, he landed steadily on Nyastra's shoulders. He reached out and stroked his head, watching as he touched his palm. He paused and continued, "I'm not going to say that.

"After countless dream cycles, the Life Fairy Goddess gave us a second life and ample freedom. I no longer need to continue to stage coups in this nightmare cycle and continue to welcome incompetent people like Augustine IV into the palace. Look!"

Pirate King Zhou Ning pointed to the gallows not far away, in the middle of Brunus Square. Hanging on it was a fat middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous king's robe and a crown on his head. He was hanging on the noose with his head down and motionless.

"I immediately hanged Augustine IV, ending the cycle as I wished. But He also had a request of me. He needed me to launch another coup in this dream, killing everyone in Abbot City, causing enough death and creating enough resentment."

"Or perhaps just killing all the invaders in the dream world would allow us to truly return to reality."

"It's a pity that He misjudged me. Who does He think He is? Who does He think I am?"

The Pirate King Zhou Ning sneered, "Even God has no right to order me to do something that goes against my bottom line, let alone massacre these defenseless residents? Many of them must be from the real plane."

"So I drove the nearby residents to the safer area in the north to prevent them from getting hurt. This is my moral bottom line."

I have to say, this Pirate King is a really nice person. It's impossible to have any dislike towards him... Zhou Ning frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"In that case, we can wait here for the dream to change. I don't want to engage in a meaningless battle—the other me."

"Impossible." Pirate King Zhou Ning smiled and sighed:

"The so-called dream cycle is simply the time required to kill these civilians, to create enough deaths and enough resentment. The Life Fairy Goddess calculated this approximate time through repeated measurements of fate. Ever since you entered this dream, ever since I decided to drive the civilians away, there has been no more dream cycle."

"So, either kill me and leave this dream. Or be killed by me. There is no other choice."

"I understand." Zhou Ning slowly exhaled. Since the battle was inevitable, he also had reasons not to lose.

The battle was about to begin. Players could no longer contain their excitement and launched an attack on Nyastra. During the Darkland Cataclysm two major versions ago, they hadn't even been qualified to face Nyastra. As for now...

Just as the closest XB was about to rush forward, he was immediately hit by a row of debuffs. The next second, he couldn't withstand the close-range impact of the divinity and disappeared in a flash.

Jasmine waved her staff and began to chant Great Dispersion, Mind Protection, and Mind Fire. Divine spells descended upon the players' heads, preventing them from being directly impacted by the divinity. Her eyes were fixed on another self standing at the bow not far away.

That was her past self, she had already become an angel at the age of only 19.

His spiritual intuition told him that as long as he could kill her in the duel, he would be able to complete his authority of the Holy Word and become an angel again.

This is also a battle that cannot be lost.