The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

"But... since you crave power so much, why don't you grasp me?"

Aatrox's voice lowered further, so low it was like a whisper in your ear, with a slippery, snake-like quality, each word seeming to drill into your brain.

"If you hold my hand, you will have the power to overturn the world."

Ah-Zhui, who was listening from behind, felt a pang of anxiety, and her fingers unconsciously clenched.

She believed in Cang Yu, but she also knew that this kind of seduction couldn't be resisted simply by "believing".

That sword has lived for countless years, bewitched countless people, and its experience far exceeds Cang Yu's age.

Just as she was wondering whether she should say something, Cang Yu rolled his eyes.

The eye roll was so big and round, it carried a look of disdain that seemed to say, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"The price is nothing more than losing your memories and body, becoming Aatrox, right?"

Damn it, does he think he doesn't understand the Darkin lore?

Cang Yu mentally reviewed the origins of the Darkin.

Originally Ascended warriors, they were corrupted by the Void and became what people now know as Darkin.

Finally, the Twilight Protoss led humanity to seal them into their own weapons.

If anyone touches a Darkin weapon, their body will instantly be possessed by the Darkin within the weapon. Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, Laast and Verus

One is no match for Kayn, another is directly restrained, and the three souls coexist.

And then there's poor Nayafili, who didn't exactly fail at possession, he just ended up possessing a dog's body.

Aatrox wasn't annoyed that Cang Yu knew all this.

The dark purple patterns on the sword continued to pulsate slowly and steadily, like a calm heartbeat.

"So what?" Aatrox's voice carried a dismissive tone, as if to say, "I know all that, but so what?"

"Hold onto me, and at least you'll gain strength, instead of becoming an ant that can't do anything."

"Hmph! Once I contact Queen Keisha and use my merit points to request her to exchange Xiaoyu for a super gene, Xiaoyu will naturally possess power!"

Ah-Zhui's voice came from behind, carrying a firm "You can't bewitch him" attitude.

Although I believe in Cang Yu

However, I'm still a little worried that Cang Yu might be bewitched.

So in the end, I finally revealed my original thoughts.

A touch of emotion flashed through Cang Yu's heart.

The two had only known each other for a short time.

Ah Zhui was actually willing to go to such lengths for me.

What a kind person...

Cang Yu sighed softly to himself.

But he also knew in his heart that even if Ah Zhui really went to exchange, the super gene he could get wouldn't be anything too good.

It has little value; at most, it can only reach the second generation, or even the peak of the first generation of super genes.

There was no way around it; the angel, or rather Keisha, wouldn't possibly do anything for someone as worthless as herself.

Spending a lot of resources to research a super gene full of the future

She didn't know Keisha, had no relationship with her, had made no contribution to her, and had never even met her.

They're not a charity.

The fact that I was able to get a second-generation rich kid is only thanks to Ah Zhui's influence.

If it were for Cang Yu's sake...

Ha, he doesn't have the nerve to let Keisha even glance at him.

Of course, if you include your "knowledge of the future" as a bargaining chip, there should be an additional stake.

But not too many.

After all, with the computing power of the sacred treasure trove of knowledge, it is possible to roughly predict the future, though it may not be accurate. There will be many possible outcomes, and the results may be inaccurate due to the failure to consider certain factors.

But is the future that one "knows" always accurate?

Cang Yu shook his head inwardly.

Who can say for sure about the butterfly effect?

So, in the end, they can only be considered cannon fodder.

Cang Yu repeated the word to himself, finding it somewhat amusing. Cannon fodder.

He had read so many novels in his original world, and in those novels, which transmigrator didn't start with a cheat code, advance triumphantly all the way, and eventually reach the top and become a god?

Why is it that even as cannon fodder, he has to be subservient to others? Of course, it's not that second-generation rich kids are incapable.

Compared to ordinary people, or even some members of the main cast, they are already considered very good.

After all, aren't there many second-generation characters in the original "main characters group"?

There's even a first-generation one.

But... Cang Yu had no intention of revealing these things.

He turned around and looked at Aatrox again.

"Did you hear that?" Cang Yu's tone returned to its usual unhurried calm.

"Someone is willing to give me super genes. I don't need your power."

"Ha, you'll be begging me sooner or later."

Aatrox was in no hurry.

He had seen far too many ordinary people struggling like this.

Aatrox has plenty of patience.

He had been inside the sword for countless years, and he didn't care about waiting a few more years, decades, or centuries.

Anyway, his "dream" was simple enough.

He just wanted someone to end his life.

That's right, Aatrox, the Darkin Blademaster, desires to be killed.

It wasn't a seal, but a true, complete killing, from soul to body. He had lived long enough.

Or rather, he should have died when Shurima was corrupted by the Void, instead of becoming a Darkin and living on in this inhuman, ghostly form.

From a glorious ascendant, a warrior of Shurima, he has become this monster sealed within a sword.

He just wanted to keep killing until he met the person who could end him.

It wasn't because he enjoyed killing, but because...

He knew nothing more than to kill.

"I await the day you crave the power I desire, you foolish mortal!"

Cang Yu remained silent. He couldn't be bothered to argue with a mad sword, especially one that he couldn't hit, wouldn't listen to, or win an argument with.

He tried to pull Aatrox back into his body.

He didn't know what to do; all he could think about was "going back."

Then the giant sword transformed into a dark purple streak of light and pierced his chest.

Cang Yu looked down at his chest. His clothes were intact, without any marks, as if the light just now was just an illusion.

Before Aatrox, who had returned to his body, could utter any sarcastic remarks, Cang Yu said directly:

"Shut up, snow leopard, or I'll throw you into the latrine."

Well, our fearless, outspoken, and even death-defying Aatrox has been rendered speechless by Cang Yu.

"Ugh! So dirty—"

"Um?"

"snort!"

Aatrox fell silent.

Cang Yu ignored him. He turned around and looked at A-Zhui.

"Xiaoyu..." A-Zhui's voice was a little weak.

"You...you...stored that sword inside your body?"

He quickly stepped forward and began to touch Cang Yu's body.

He asked with some concern

"You don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, do you? Or do you have any impulsive thoughts?"

Cang Yu shook his head

"I'm fine, he doesn't affect me."