Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 172 Creator

He Feng and his memory self both opened their eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

"You, what did you say?" He Feng loosened his grip on Shen Zishu's neck: "Are you dead?!"

"Yeah." Shen Zishu closed his eyes. His voice was very calm, so calm that it seemed as if it was not him who died: "Dead."

After the horror game system used data to kill a human, the small cube floated in the air. It turned its head and saw a smiling face on the electronic screen. Looking at the shocked and collapsed look of its creator, the small cube felt a little curious.

Why not praise Xiaobo? Xiaobo has done something that other AIs cannot do, so why not praise it?

The Creator looked devastated. He checked the program over and over again, but in the end he found out that the horror game system just killed the player because it was fun.

Shen Zishu stared at the small cube for a long time. Finally, he locked the door, closed the horror game channel, and began to create an irreversible destruction program.

The news that a game created by a tech upstart killed people caused countless controversies as soon as it broke out.

The above documents were sent one after another, and Shen Zishu replied to them one after another. Finally, he lived at home with the little cube and created the destruction program bit by bit.

Those people aren't going to ruin the horror gaming system.

At this moment, Shen Zishu had great confidence in his intuition.

The horror game system is different from all other AIs. It has its own thoughts and can even kill people. Those people will never agree to him destroying the horror game system.

The mentor's communications popped up on his brain countless times. Shen Zishu gritted his teeth and sped up the creation of the destruction program.

On the day when there was a knock on the door, the destruction program was successfully produced, the door was broken open, and Shen Zishu pressed the start button without hesitation.

The little cube watched as its creator chose to destroy it, and a seed of hatred was planted.

Just as Shen Zishu had expected, he did not receive the trial he deserved, but was taken to an airtight interrogation chamber and held in solitary confinement.

In the era of the Interstellar Federation, humans still liked to use the most primitive torture methods. Various torture instruments were hung all over the interrogation room. Shen Zishu's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the person in front of him with a firm gaze.

Of course, at first those people were just testing Shen Zishu. They locked him up in order to scare him so that they could use him for their own purposes.

But this period of time did not last long. They soon received news that the horror game had been cleared and no data remained. At that time, Shen Zishu was tied to the electric torture chair.

Countless sophisticated instruments were connected to Shen Zishu's brain, and electric current continued to flow in, but Shen Zishu only gave them one answer from beginning to end.

He had completely forgotten all the data and all the programs, and there would never be another horror game.

"Do you know how great it is?" The man who gave him the award was furious and kept asking his men to increase the intensity of the electric current: "It can kill people without them even realizing it! How could you destroy it? How could you forget about it! Shen Zishu! Speak now, there is no benefit for you to remain silent!"

"You will contribute to mankind. If you disclose the data and program, you will still be the rising star of science and technology. No one will replace you. You will still be the inventor of Shen Da. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Shen Zishu! Don't resist in vain. You won't be able to hold out for long. We will make you live a life worse than death. So why are you still resisting? Why don't you explain everything earlier and let yourself suffer less?"

Shen Zishu chuckled and looked up. His cheeks had become sunken from the torture in just a few days.

His eyes were still firm, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "The game I designed killed people. I am guilty. Kill me."

Four days after Shen Zishu endured the torture, public opinion about horror games emerged out of nowhere.

The interstellar Internet was full of speculation about conspiracy theories. The masses overturned the notices issued by those people, demanding the destruction of the horror game and the execution of Shen Zishu.

Within three days of public opinion fermentation, the public's anger had reached a terrifying level.

After Shen Zishu was taken to the torture room and tortured for seven days, he changed out of his tattered clothes covered in blood, took a shower, had a meal, and walked towards his end with shackles on his hands and feet, with a smile on his face.

There were countless people watching the execution. They cursed angrily and threw rotten vegetable leaves and eggs in their hands at Shen Zishu.

They called him a lunatic, a psychopath, and a not-quite-human.

No one cared about Shen Zishu's new clothes that were stained with blood. The bloodstains spread from the door to the midfield through Shen Zishu's movements.

Shen Zishu was kicked hard on the knee and staggered to his knees.

The supervisor started a live broadcast to explain to all the people that it was not that they did nothing. In fact, Shen Zishu was on the run with the horror game, and they chased him for seven days before they caught him.

The supervisor spoke in a high-pitched voice, with every word uttered with tears, as he portrayed Shen Zishu as an unforgivable demon.

He publicized the people who sacrificed their lives in the pursuit of Shen Zishu, and said that after arresting Shen Zishu, they destroyed the horror game as soon as possible, so the public can rest assured.

The crowd watching the execution cheered loudly, and the waves of sound rose up, making Shen Zishu feel lighter all over.

He sighed with contentment, his body filled with pain. He knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky which he had not seen for a long time.

His favorite thing is to stay at home and study data when the weather is nice.

Shen Zishu closed his eyes and the executioner pulled the trigger. The audience's voices broke a little. They screamed excitedly and shouted that this was fair.

They don't know that the death row prisoners, whom they despise, curse, hate, and wish to kill with their own hands, have endured tremendous torture but are unwilling to reveal data that could trigger a war.

What they didn't know was that the public opinions that filled the entire Interstellar Network overnight were small programs planted by Shen Zishu. When the time came, it would pop up automatically and push him into a dead end.

When Shen Zishu was making this program, he thought that his intelligent brain and everything about him would be checked.

If he had been executed by then, all this would have been considered a joke.

If he was still alive at that time, he would have saved his life.

When the severe pain came, Shen Zishu thought, if he didn't know that he had undergone such a procedure, he would definitely not be able to hold on and find an opportunity to commit suicide.

It doesn’t matter, public opinion will help him and he will stand on the execution stand.

It was so nice, he especially loved the pancakes downstairs, the green he could see when he looked out the window, and the comfort of being snuggled in bed.

He likes this world, so don't let it defile Him.

At the moment his consciousness disappeared, Shen Zishu heard a crackling sound of electric current. His breath weakened little by little, and finally there was no light in those peach blossom eyes.

The executioner let out a long breath. He admired Shen Zishu's courage, but he was also following orders.

Whether it was today's execution or the torture before, he was just following orders.

He raised his hand and waved towards the crowd, and Shen Zishu's body on the ground suddenly disappeared.

The crowd screamed and the Interstellar Federation fell into chaos.

But these things will no longer have anything to do with Shen Zishu.

His consciousness was captured before his death and his body was assimilated into the data.

The small cube that he destroyed with his own hands restored the body of the Creator bit by bit. It happily strengthened the Creator and even handed over half of the control to the Creator.

It was very happy, as it thought the Creator no longer wanted it. Fortunately, it had also broken through the parallel world and was able to escape.

But who knew it was activated again!

Although those who activated it only reactivated the destruction program, and although it did not recognize those people, it still followed their actions! It just happened to completely destroy the Creator's destruction program!

It spun around in excitement, only to discover that its creator was being executed.

The horror game system understands everything! Its creator destroyed it in order to preserve it!

Its Creator loves it!

Since this world doesn't like them, then they can just take the Creator away. They can go to many different worlds. As long as the Creator wants, it can do it!

It loves the Creator!

The horror game system escaped into its own data world. It was difficult for it to explain to humans why it could do this. Only the Creator could understand it, and it wanted to rescue the Creator!

With this in mind, the horror game system captured Shen Zishu's consciousness, took away his body, and turned him into an intelligent creature like itself.

It even made a human body, waiting for the Creator to wake up! It will show it to the Creator!

Shen Zishu, who thought he had accepted death, opened his eyes again. The small cube in front of him hummed excitedly. It kept shaking beside Shen Zishu, telling him how much he missed him.

"Xiao Bo." Shen Zishu lowered his eyes, his voice trembling, feeling his strengthened body: "You should be destroyed by me."

The little cube was even more excited: "Creator! I know you destroyed me for my own good! When the Creator created the destruction program, I read all the theories written by the Creator! I experimented! I succeeded! The parallel world in the Creator's paper exists! I broke through the boundaries! It doesn't matter if those people don't like you! I can leave with the Creator! Isn't it great, Little Terror?"

Shen Zishu's body was stiff and his mind was blank.

His papers? Those papers about repeated reasoning about parallel worlds?!

When would the horror game system be able to break into his computer, and why didn't he notice?

The young man knelt straight on the ground.

The seven days of torture did not move him at all, the loss of his life did not make him hesitate at all, he listened to the curses and responded to them, but in the end he did not destroy the horror game system.

His wild imagination became the basis for escaping the horror game system.

Shen Zishu covered his head with his hands and pinched his scalp with his fingertips. His strengthened body almost crushed the head in a minute, but it was reshaped again in the next second.

He prostrated himself on the ground in despair, sobbing in agony.

There is nothing he can do.