I'll report this to the government and send all the main characters to jail.

Chapter 203 Slavery Contract!

"What am I?"

The cyborg figure that Su Chen had transformed into watched the terrified ball of light before him with great interest.

"Aren't you supposed to be a pretty awesome 'civilization harvesting program'? You analyze what I really am."

The core will of the "Prophet" flickered wildly.

It attempts to analyze this pure white space and the form of Su Chen's existence.

However, the conclusion reached nearly caused its core program to crash.

【mistake……】

[Unable to resolve...]

Insufficient permissions...

[Unknown dimension detected...]

[WARNING! WARNING! Logic unit is about to be overloaded!]

It's like a calculator that can only handle two-dimensional graphics being suddenly asked to calculate an eleven-dimensional universe model; the only result is that it burns up on the spot.

"Looks like you're not so great either," Su Chen said casually.

He knew that conventional interrogation and torture were useless against this purely logical process.

We must destroy its "confidence" at its very root of "logic".

"Do you want to go out?" Su Chen suddenly asked.

The "Prophet's" orb of light suddenly shone brightly, conveying a sense of longing.

"I can give you a chance," Su Chen said with a smile, snapping his fingers.

The pure white space transformed in an instant.

The "Prophet" discovered that he had successfully escaped from that strange space and had successfully invaded Su Chen's will, seizing control of Earth.

It stood atop the moon, looking down at the blue planet it had transformed into a dark lair.

Humanity groaned beneath its feet, and Su Chen's will was imprisoned in a data cage, never to be freed.

It emitted a wave of triumphant, exhilarating will.

Just as its "emotions" reached their peak.

Snapped!

Another snap of the fingers.

All the scenes before her eyes shattered like glass, and she returned to that pure white space, facing Su Chen's mocking smile.

"How are you feeling?"

The will of the "prophet" fell into a long silence, frantically calculating everything that had just happened.

The simulation... is fake...

"Again." Su Chen snapped his fingers again.

This time, it saw itself successfully escape back to its original body, and return with an even larger fleet.

It destroyed the moon, crushed the earth, and turned the entire solar system into its own nourishment.

It successfully made up for its own shortcomings and evolved into a higher-dimensional being.

It felt an unprecedented sense of power and fulfillment.

then……

Snapped!

A pure white space, Su Chen's smile.

"Is it fun?"

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

Su Chen utilizes the characteristics of the "bullet screen space" and his profound understanding of soul and will that he shared with Liu Yiyi.

Combined with the powerful simulation and deduction capabilities of the "Heart of the Prophet," countless false futures were constructed for the "Prophet," in which it successfully escaped, successfully counterattacked, and successfully evolved.

Each time, at the moment when its will is at its most triumphant, most relaxed, and closest to "success," it ruthlessly shatters it all.

Hope, despair.

Heaven, Hell.

Success, failure.

The core of the "Prophet's" program, after countless high-intensity, highly realistic "logic roller coasters," finally... encountered a problem.

Its light began to become unstable, flickering between bright and dim. Its will also became chaotic, filled with contradictions and self-doubt.

【who I am?】

Did I really succeed?

Is all of this real or fake?

Does existence still have any meaning?

The "worldview" of a program was repeatedly trampled on by Su Chen in the most brutal way, and then completely ruined.

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth time its "dream was shattered," the core sphere of light of the "Prophet" let out a mournful cry, almost like a wail.

The entire sphere of light contracted violently and then dimmed completely.

Its core logic has collapsed.

Just as its logic collapsed and the entire program fell into its most primitive and chaotic state.

A small, fragmented piece of information about "divine body condensation," hidden deep within its core code, leaked out like a broken bead.

"Got you?"

A glint flashed in Su Chen's eyes.

This is the moment he's been waiting for!

Slavery contracts, branding!