After leaving the world of all NPCs

Ye Zuochen's cold pupils lifted up at the sound.

At the end of the horizon, the blonde goddess was hanging prettily.

Her short hair, like molten gold, was like gold foil cast from melted stars, with an eternal divine light dancing between the strands.

She was wearing a white Roman robe that clung to her breathtaking body curves, with the hem lifted by the wind. Her smooth, honey-colored skin was revealed through the waist-high slits on the sides of the robe, like a pure white wave surging out of the ancient Aegean Sea in the moonlight.

Her waist is as slender as an olive branch gently bent by the wind.

The pure gold waist chain wrapped around it trembled with the rhythm of breathing and breeze, and the tiny wind chimes dotted on it actually emitted a series of pleasant and ethereal ding-dong sounds in this fateful space where even the air was almost frozen, like the sweetest whispers of love.

She raised her right arm gracefully, her slender white fingers entwining and playing with a few strands of shimmering golden threads.

"Venus, you are here too."

Ye Zuochen sighed.

Venus tilted her head slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up in a captivating arc:

"We meet again. Do you like my gift?"

Ye Zuochen's scale-covered fingers clenched slightly. "It's been a long time. By the way, I have a question for you."

"Oh?" Venus seemed quite surprised, and gently tapped her golden fingertips. "What could have made you, young man, at this critical moment, still think of asking me, your old lover, questions?"

Ye Zuochen said calmly, "Your husband, Vulcan, seems to have formed some kind of alliance with a friend of mine and is traveling between different parallel worlds. Do you know the reason?"

Venus wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she looked like she had heard a very funny joke. Her fingers nonchalantly played with the ends of her hair: "Of course I know."

"After my date with you, I happened to run into my—"

"Ex-husband."

He emphasized the last two words, then continued, "So, on a whim, I boasted to Him about our unforgettable date."

"I imagine my honest ex-husband would be very angry to hear that he was replaced by such a passionate young man in such a powerful way."

"He's probably running around with his golden web, which he might have spent ten thousand years weaving, intent on capturing some daring and enthusiastic young man, tying him to his godsmith's anvil, and hammering him through."

Ye Zuochen also recalled what happened last time and commented, "Hmph. Speaking of which, last time... it seems like my God Slayer instincts got the better of me."

The two of them were indeed not on the same page last time.

Although Ye Zuochen is a person of low moral standards, if he had a normal mind, he would probably be able to keenly grasp the deep meaning of Venus's language and would think about giving it a try to see if he could get the goddess.

But obviously, among his life goals - fighting, playing cards, and playing ○, the first one really outweighs the others.

Ye Zuochen said frankly: "It feels a bit regrettable."

"That's not true! How can a young man underestimate himself!" Venus chuckled softly like a silver bell and took a light step towards Ye Zuochen.

"It was so hot last time! Not only did the young man run towards me with passion like a blazing fire, he also forcefully pressed his fiery lips against my soft ones!"

Her white fingers gently stroked her delicate lower lip.

"That last, scalding hot thing was violently injected into the deepest part of my warmest body..."

"Ah... that extreme 'heat' burned my entire soul so much that it lifted it up into the clouds, where I can never reach!"

"This was a wonderful date that I will never forget!"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

Although every description seems to fit the brutal battle literally.

But when it was relayed through Venus's lips and tongue, there was a great sense of deviation.

Venus admired his rare silent gesture, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

She took another light step, this time closer, and the divine fluctuations on her body, mixed with the fragrance of flowers, the scent of gold and the most primitive temptation of life, were already coming towards her like a substance.

The wind chimes around her waist jingled like some kind of confusing war drums.

"This is a rare opportunity, young man. While a death battle as brutal as last time would be filled with a different kind of romance, don't you think it's... too crude and simplistic, wasting this precious night of reunion?"

Ye Zuochen remained noncommittal: "What do you want?"

Venus smiled.

That smile was enough to instantly melt any sanity that existed.

She stood on tiptoe, leaned forward slightly, and exhaled sweetly: "The Roman goddess of beauty will never admit defeat in her bedroom."

"So, the passionate demon king..."

"Do you want to...try to fight me in a battle befitting of the Goddess of Love?"

Before the seductive ending of Venus faded away, Ye Zuochen's figure had disappeared from the spot.

The moment before, he was standing on the blood-stained chessboard, and the next moment, he was so close to Venus that their noses were almost touching.

"Just try it!"

……

In the [NPC World], Kiana, who was watching the show, suddenly widened her eyes: "Wait a minute, what are they doing? Is this allowed?"

Danzhu covered his mouth and said, "What's wrong with the gods in this world?"

Cang Xuan exclaimed in admiration: "As expected of God. If it were Dr. Mobius, he would have collapsed."

Danzhu and Cangxuan, who recently went online, looked shocked.

Kiana coughed lightly and said immediately, "You two, if you have time, you should log off quickly. Teacher Jizi is urging us over there, and the Emperor-level Honkai Beast is still there!!"

Dan Zhu explained: "We want to let Ji Lin come online and revive, but in this situation, it feels like we are really pushing her into the fire pit."

Kiana waved her hand and said, "Then don't resurrect! Don't let this bastard get away with it!"

Cang Xuan wanted to say something like, "It's better to be alive than to die," but before she could finish her words, her eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Can that dragon scale cover the whole body?"

"Can that kind of thing be strengthened?"

Kiana gasped and felt her whole body trembling.

The women who saw Ye Zuochen and Venus fighting in the [NPC World] were also shocked.

How cruel!

How powerful!

How powerful!

They suddenly felt that Ye Zuochen was very nice to them and was extremely gentle.

……

Ye Zuochen retracted his forearm, and the flesh and blood in Venus' body were torn out and fell to the ground.

"do you died?"

His tone was as indifferent as brushing off the dust from the corner of clothes.

Venus's lifeless body was like touching quicksand at absolute zero, silently decomposing and dissipating, turning into empty light dust and blending into this eternal black and white.

Ye Zuochen casually put on his pants, then raised his head and looked at Murasame Reine who was still floating in the sky.

At this moment, although she did not move at all, her eyes were fixed on Ye Zuochen's figure below who was covering himself with clothes again.

A kind of forcibly suppressed volcano deep in the body seemed to be aroused by the divine power of Venus and Ye Zuochen's [Gilded Heart-binding Silk] just now, and was aroused by the powerful sense of existence that was vented unrestrainedly at this time.

Tick-tick…

Cold sweat oozed from the pores of his body, cutting through the dead silence of the air and hitting the chessboard stone platform below, splashing a few invisible wet marks, and landing not far from the mucus that was dissipating from Venus.

Ye Zuochen said calmly: "Okay, if you have anyone else, call them out!"

"First Susanoo, then Venus..."

"You were there when I killed her, but you could only watch? Were you exhausted from all your strength... or were you only able to pull a thread from fate? A half-hearted mover of fate."

This ability to manipulate the threads of fate and shake people is truly the power of fate.

The goddess of fate in the original novel shook out the gods who had had a relationship with the protagonist in the past and beat them up.

However, as a force driving destiny, Murasame Reion is obviously not good enough and is a complete half-baked person.

Probably can only be summoned one by one.

Murasame Reine's lingering figure didn't waver in the slightest, her pale blue eyes frozen in ice. "Godslayer, you are too strong. Ordinary gods are but the remains of your butcher knife. Therefore, I have asked Him to deal with you."

As the words fell, the exterior scene once again reflected the arrival of the “River of Time”.

puff!

A huge splash of water exploded on the chessboard a dozen meters in front of Ye Zuochen's left.

The surging and boiling origin of destiny took shape, the water splashed back rapidly and condensed, a figure stepped out from the rushing chaos, and landed heavily on the hard black and white squares, making a dull sound like metal hitting stone.

The golden light is dazzling!

The man was wearing a golden chain mail armor, a phoenix-wing purple gold crown on his head, and his long pheasant feathers trembled in the wind.

There seemed to be lingering shadows of clouds and mist around the lotus silk cloud-walking shoes under her feet.

Every step he took out was accompanied by an aura that looked down upon the world.

There were hideous bloodshot veins burning in the whites of his eyes like lava, but his golden pupils shone brightly as if billions of stars had exploded and been reborn within them.

Fiery, violent, and unruly.

Wherever his eyes passed, even the void seemed to be burned by an iron, leaving two invisible burn marks.

A pair of eyes, a mixture of molten gold and blood and fire, locked onto Ye Zuochen at the center of the chessboard, with a hint of disdain, a hint of scrutiny, and more importantly, an arrogant fighting spirit that could burn the entire world.

"Boy, long time no see. You've become quite skilled at sniffing."

The Monkey King Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

Ye Zuochen's eyes moved slightly: "It's been a long time since we last met. Brother Monkey is the same as before."

"That is!"

Sun Wukong raised his right hand and casually grasped at the air.

"Come here, great!"

The expected dark iron rod did not fly into his palm in response to the call.

Empty.

The big hand scooped twice in the air, the movement was quite funny, as if trying to catch a non-existent fish.

"Where is my old Sun's golden cudgel?"

Ye Zuochen shrugged: "Not long ago, it was broken by someone."

"Broken by someone?" Sun Wukong repeated, his eyes suddenly widening. "This is really troublesome! Someone said they set up a good platform and invited me to come over and fight with you. I thought it would be a good opportunity to loosen up my muscles and see if you have improved. But without this handy little stick, this fight...it feels like something is missing, it's not fun! It's really not fun!"

Murasame Reine, who had been silent in mid-air, then pierced the stagnant air with her clear voice: "If you are lacking a weapon that suits you, there is someone here who would be happy to forge one for the venerable Monkey King."

"Oh?" Sun Wukong looked up suddenly. "Xianzhu? Wait, aren't you the Mover of Destiny? Strange, strange! I've heard of gods reincarnated as humans to take on the mission of the Last King, but I never thought there would be spirits who haven't become gods themselves, becoming the Mover of Destiny."

Ling Yin suddenly raised her slender arms in front of her body, with her ten fingers spread out, trying hard to pull at the invisible silk thread.

"Interesting, interesting, there is such a thing."

Sun Wukong's gaze suddenly became focused.

boom--!

The entire infinitely extending chessboard world began to distort violently, and the hard and cold black and white squares underfoot instantly lost their boundaries and melted into a chaotic light and shadow.

Countless fragments of light and shadow surged and fell like fountains, reflecting a magnificent and broken scene.

They were different fragments of time, different mythological scrolls, the wonders of the boundless parallel universe reflected in an instant, and the tributaries and cliffs exposed by the forcible rupture of the river of destiny.

The birth and death of ancient stars, the dust of the crumbling lost kingdoms, the towering silhouettes of fallen giants...

Countless fragments of light and shadow refracted wildly, forming a madly rotating kaleidoscope, completely subverting the originally empty and desolate black and white chessboard into an out-of-control vortex of fate.

In this dizzying overlap and fragmentation, a picture so far away that it transcends the boundaries of the universe suddenly becomes clear in the depths of the chaotic light flow.

It's a melting pot!

An unimaginably huge furnace, like the throat of purgatory, opens in the infinite distance.

Inside it roils red magma like the core of a star and molten iron that is so bright white that it turns bluish.