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While he was greeting the palace and the two guys who were sitting there just staring at him in the most passionate words in his heart, he ran smoothly, and finally skillfully dragged his broken body from a height and jumped down freely.

He was not worried about any traps below. After all, he had run here countless times. He knew the distance of each section of the road, and there would always be some room for him to breathe. Just as he struggled to use his last bit of strength to turn over, he tremblingly stretched out his hand with only one middle finger left, raised his middle finger to the sky, and landed safely on the ground.

No thorns, no chainsaws.

Cell breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to lie down quietly for a while to celebrate his victory.

Then he heard the friction sound of strange armor moving. He was stunned for a moment, but before he could move, the huge sickle cut him completely in half. His body died in an instant, and his soul fell into the familiar darkness in an instant. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the familiar beginning.

The familiar chair, the familiar thorns, the familiar walls, the familiar voice, and the two familiar people.

As luck would have it, he also heard the voices of two people commenting on each other.

"How tragic, falling at the gates of victory. Purely. You did it on purpose, right? You deliberately told the other party the number of statues to let them down their guard, and then took them away the moment they saw hope. It was truly a bloodless punishment for his offense."

Green casually told the possible truth, or perhaps it was another set-up.

"He asked me questions and I answered them. I wouldn't do anything unnecessary."

It answered without changing its expression, even though it couldn't make any expression.

A certain cell really wanted to turn around and shoot each of these two people, nailing them directly to the wall, but the other party seemed to have the authority here. No matter whether he could win or not, he would definitely be the one who suffered in the fight. What else could he do?

He could only swallow this loss, defeat those two sickle-wielding creatures, win this victory, and then give them the middle finger. With such stubborn belief, he climbed up the wall again.

Shortly after he left, Green looked at Chunchun with interest, his tone full of playfulness.

"My previous words weren't just meant for him. You know exactly what I said. You really did play a trick on him."

Green's scarlet pupils were almost narrowed into a hard state, making him look particularly intimidating. Green was created to be an excellent vessel, but those complicated thoughts that should not have existed for an ancient god destroyed this perfection, at least for the God of Nightmares.

Chunchun didn't refute him, but just looked at the screen calmly and silently.

After dying many times in succession, he finally killed those two damn guys. The difficulty was not in fighting. After all, fighting was as instinctive to him as eating and drinking. Those two puppet armors with low IQs could not cause him much trouble. The difficulty lay in how he could kill those two damn guys after his body was broken and he could hardly hold his weapons.

The last time, he simply wrapped the cloth strips around his hands, and he almost crawled out the last few steps, because his legs were already broken and there was no way he could stand up. In the final fight, he relied on the fact that the field was not big enough and the weapons were long enough. He just lay on the ground, watching the sickle pass by him in a very dangerous way, and then he stabbed the two damn guys with a spear.

He climbed out of here with his last breath. It was dark outside. There was a lamp there, casting a gentle light. Under the light, there was a statue and a chair. Sitting on the chair was the man whom they revered as God. He took a look and didn't care.

He just approached the statue on his own, slowly recovering until he could move flexibly and freely. Then he arrogantly gave the guy the middle finger. After all, he had already crawled here, and the worst that could happen was that he would have to start from the beginning a few more times.

However, the other party did not move for a long time. He was puzzled for a while and reached out to touch it, but there was nothing there, just a phantom, even the chair did not exist.

He looked around for a while but didn't see the so-called exit. It was pitch black here. When he groped outside, it seemed like he was blocked by something and couldn't get out.

He angrily took out a sign, revealing the scam.

[This isn't what we agreed on. Don't tell me this is just the first stage, there's a second stage to go? 凸(?_?)凸]

After cursing, he threw the sign to the ground and stomped on it a few times to vent his anger. Anyway, he asked for a lot of them at that time, so breaking one or two was no problem at all.

"No, you just timed out."

〔What's the meaning?〕

The cells had a bad feeling.

"Literally, you have to arrive here at the specified time, otherwise there is no chance to leave."

The one who came this time was Green. He rarely got angry when people offended him, but just sipped his tea leisurely.

[Damn it, you guys are just playing me for fun, using my suffering as food for your own evil pleasures.]

"Do not."

Green interrupted him.

"You're clearly enjoying it and immersed in it, aren't you?"

He looked at Cell who was trying to hide by holding up a sign, and imitated Pure's calm posture, speaking slowly and calmly.

"After all, this is a challenge, and also a pleasure. Our requirements are not high. Starting from **, every death of yours will be counted until you reach here. The time it takes to reach my father's success cannot exceed one hour."

[Okay, there won't be any other conditions, right? Don't tell me, after finally achieving the record, I still need a clean sheet? Don't try to trick me with that.]

"How could that be? Believe me, it wouldn't be like that. Back then, my father was just an ordinary bug. He could get hurt, fail, and start over again just like you. It was even harder than yours. We've recently canceled the setting where you'd return to the starting point once you got hurt. Of course, the starting point here isn't the initial point, but the resting point between each jump. Why do you think there are so many resting points here?"

Green looked at the man, his scarlet pupils filled with cunning, and he patiently narrated true lies, because it could not be said to be deception, after all, he was telling the truth.

Just as Cell raised his middle finger to him, he returned to the starting point, back to the place where his suffering began. He recalled the figure who was much shorter than him, and felt that he could not be much worse than the other person.

Green sat back in his chair leisurely. He did not lie, he just did not tell the other party everything.

For example, it took his father less than two minutes to complete the entire run.

096 There are hot springs every day

It was already late, and the villa standing on the cliff was shining with colorful lights.

At this moment, two knights, one big and one small, are taking a warm bath. The warm steam is slowly rising. The little knight lies comfortably on the edge of the jade tiles, soaking himself in the comfortable warm water.

Occasionally, white mist-like objects float overhead, which seems completely inconsistent with the materialism of this world.

But no one cared about this scene. Only Tony Stark was holding his chin seriously, thinking about what type of clothes to customize for the other party?

Before taking a bath, he never thought that the little knight really had nothing on, except a cloak that he was unwilling to take off. Tony Stark thought that at most he could just change the water frequently, but he found that the other party's cloak was so clean that he didn't have such trouble at all.

So what is the structure of the world on the other side of ghosts?

He remembered that when he was turning on the water, the ghost sneaked in at some point, held up a sign saying that it wanted to take a hot spring bath in the morning. After getting his consent, it jumped down directly, splashing a lot of water.

Then Tony Stark asked the other party with a confused look why he didn't take off his clothes, and finally found out that the other party was not wearing anything at all.

But then Tony Stark thought about how Green and Chunchun were dressed properly, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak when he looked at the ghost's expression.

But does the ghost really like hot springs? At least from just now on, it has shown unprecedented excitement.

At first, the ghost was a little confused by the other party's hesitant look, but later he was immersed in the excitement of taking a hot spring bath. Although the feeling was still very different, this hot spring lacked the most important soul, but the factors of warmth and comfort were no less.

That's it.

It had been a long time since it last took a hot spring bath, so long that it had to count on its fingers. However, it was not sure whether it had fingers, so it was impossible to count the time.

The little knight fell into thought. He felt that the hot spring water was so comfortable that he began to melt. The little knight melted into a ball of pitch-black substance. It looked like a ball of black gelatin, but with two pure white eyes. It was completely separated from the concept of body, so that even the empty mask was floating on the water.

Then he was rewarded with an earth-shattering scream in his comfort.

"Ah ...

As a result, the other party raised the wooden sign in a melted posture.

It's just too comfortable.

Tony Stark then saw a ghost display a human expression, a rare sight. After all, with a mask on, it was impossible to create expressions. Now, the pure white pupils were narrowed to a normal line, and his entire body exuded a lazy and comfortable air.

After soaking for a long time, Tony Stark started to wonder if his skin would be damaged if he soaked for a while longer. It was obviously just an ordinary hot spring activity, but time slipped away inexplicably without him knowing it. Finally, he got up and took a look at his red skin. This condition might not be able to be eliminated for a while, but fortunately, there were no outsiders around. He put on his clothes with a red face and started to prepare to continue tinkering with his things.

The ping-pong sounds over there did not disturb the little knight who was having a great time bathing here, until he heard a familiar sound, an extremely familiar sound.

The sound of the chainsaw, which was not very obvious at first, gradually became clearer in its endlessly echoing memory, so much so that the little knight was almost having an illusion that he seemed to be back in the white palace, honing his skills day after day in order to break through his limits.

Until every movement of the body became an instinctive reaction, the sprinting and jumping movements were connected without any mistakes, the weapons were wielded again and again, and time was compressed again and again. In the end, until the potential of this body was completely exhausted and all the movements were so perfect without any mistakes, it stopped this training that could be called a torture.

It almost instinctively retreated from its collapsed state, drew its weapon, and subconsciously swung at the wall. Then it successfully collapsed those walls that were not fragile. The scattered smoke and dust forced Tony Stark to cough continuously.

Only when the smoke and dust cleared did he see the scene clearly, and then the expression on his face gradually became dull. The experimental equipment and precious materials that he was proud of were mostly destroyed by the collapsed buildings.

The culprit was cautiously poking his head out from the broken edge. It was a ghost.

It looked at the destruction it had caused helplessly, put its hands behind its back, quietly put its bone nails into the space, and stared at people with its innocent eyes.

Until it saw that Tony Stark's expression was still so sad and mixed with anger, then it closed its eyes, and used a double jump to give the other party a big hug.

Although it doesn't know what the point of doing this is, the other party will always be very happy every time it uses this method.

So it will be useful this time, right? It thought guiltily.

Tony Stark looked at the ghost who jumped over to hug him with a bit of a smile and tears. In fact, his anger almost dissipated the moment he saw the other party, and he felt more regretful for the results of his hard work over the past few days.

Anyway, those experimental equipment can be bought again, and the same goes for materials.

So he patted the ghost's head soothingly and touched it twice, feeling the touch that was more comfortable than jade, and he felt that it was not a loss.

"But ghost, you just scared me. What happened? Was there a sneak attack?"

He looked around but saw nothing suspicious, and no alarm had gone off before. Could it be that he'd gotten too excited from soaking in the hot springs? Tony Stark began making a note in the ghost's profile: they shouldn't be allowed to soak in the hot springs for too long, or that they should avoid placing anything valuable near them after soaking. That way, even if something was destroyed, he wouldn't feel bad.

[Chainsaw sounds, bad memories]

It was not until the Knight raised the sign that Tony Stark crossed out the note he had just added in the notebook and replaced it with another one.

The ghost doesn't like the sound of chainsaws and tends to go berserk, suspected to have some pretty bad memories in the past.

Tony Stark nodded, indicating that he understood, and promised to be more careful next time and never make such a mistake again. As for what the bad memory was, he wouldn't ask unless the ghost was willing to tell him.

Hey, why does it feel like something is wrong?

Tony Stark, who was clearly the victim of something being destroyed, fell into deep thought.

097 The poor house suffered another disaster

Early the next morning, Tony Stark, who had just finished clearing the pile of rubble and had not rested in bed for more than two hours, was awakened by the sound of someone breaking into the room. He looked up and saw a hammer, which penetrated the few walls with unparalleled speed and whistling wind, and then landed not far away.

Then a very penetrating and loud sound came from the broken place.

"Ghost! I'm coming for you!"

He remembered this voice; it was the big, stupid guy who claimed to be the God of Thunder. He had almost forgotten about it, but the ghost did mention to her that the guy would come over after a while. Wasn't it agreed to come after a while?!

Faced with such a scene, Tony Stark wanted to cover his head with the quilt and pretend that he saw and heard nothing. Unfortunately, most of the walls that were used to block the view had been almost torn down by the Knight. Thor only needed to turn his head to see him lying on the bed. He didn't dare to bet whether this enthusiastic so-called God of Thunder would come over and pat his shoulder and knock his bed down.

So Tony Stark had no choice but to get up and put on a coat, and discuss the compensation issue with him.

As for the issue of money, Tony Stark didn't believe that a prince of a country would not be able to come up with that little compensation. Even if he didn't have it, he could let Thor use their unique good things to pay off the debt, which would be a win-win situation no matter how you look at it.

Relying on his warrior instincts, Thor easily found his cute little mentor and gave him a warm hug.

The hug was so passionate that the Knight's mask almost cracked.

"Ghost, I'm ready. I can handle any tough training."

Thor's whole face was filled with a confident smile, and he looked at his mentor with confidence.

After all, no matter what form it is, if he can definitely become stronger, he won't have much resistance.

As for how the name changed from mentor to ghost, it was mainly because the ghost saw the discomfort in his heart, so he kindly reminded the other party to just call it ghost, and since it was indeed called ghost, there was nothing wrong with calling it that.

The ghost looked at the person coming and tried his best to put on a serious expression. Although on the surface it looked the same as usual, at least there was a serious atmosphere. It pulled out the bone nails and planned to learn from the previous method to fight with the opponent first, so that the opponent could learn three sword skills and the use of soul first.

It can feel the other party's vigorous soul and vitality, and with just a little bit of medium, it can prompt the other party to use the power unique to the soul in this world.

At least it is much safer than the power of the void, and there will be no infection or death.

But before he could do anything, the ghost saw his nominal apprentice, Thor, the God of Thunder, being dragged away by an enraged Tony Stark.

It put down the bone nail with some doubt, sat back cross-legged on the soft bed, and took out a bag of spicy potato chips from the pile of various chips on the bedside table. It started to eat them with a crunch, and thought about how to use the void to permeate the material of this container that was completely isolated from the void.

At least we should find a way to make an entrance and exit for eating, the ghost thought sadly.

"What are you doing?"

Thor looked at the man with some vigilance, and was extremely annoyed at the way the man was pulling him. If it weren't for this experience of losing all his strength in the human world, he would have beaten the man to the ground with his usual violent temper.

Tony Stark became more and more angry when he saw this indifferent look.

"The legendary Thunder God is actually a pervert who breaks into people's homes, wantonly destroys other people's property, and loves to spy on other people's private lives. I can't believe it, I really can't believe it."

He spoke with gritted teeth, putting all the blame on the other party. After all, what he said was true, and the other party did do those things. After all, those destroyed walls could not be faked.

Thor was stunned for a moment, then blushed. After all, even as a god, he still had the most basic sense of shame. Especially as the God of Thunder, he attached great importance to honor and reputation.

Thor really wanted to grab the man by the collar and challenge him to a duel by accusing him of slandering and defaming his reputation, because these things were too harsh, but he actually did these things, so he felt guilty.

After all, this is not Asgard, and he still has to abide by the laws here.

But he was also the God of Thunder after all. Thinking of his previous encounters with those Midgard people, he came up with a perfect solution.

"I remember that there should be compensation for the damage. Tell me what kind of compensation."