Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 307 We will definitely create the best game

"Really?" Shen Zhu didn't care: "I really don't know how a person whose best friend just died can still laugh."

"That's true. How does it feel to push yourself into a desperate situation?" He Feng smiled wryly: "To be honest, if there was a semicolon machine standing with you, our victory would not be so easy."

The emotional system that should have been blocked was infinitely magnified, and Shen Zhu took several deep breaths before he suppressed his anger.

If he loses control now, he will truly lose.

After slowing down his emotions and making sure that he would not reveal any weaknesses, Shen Zhu spoke again: "He Feng, you participated in the game six years ago, and it was you who brought Shen Zishu out of the Eternal Capital."

His tone was very determined.

To be honest, he never thought that He Feng was the kind of person who would be so generous as to not mind being someone else's stand-in.

If you really don't mind, then it means there is no substitute and He Feng is that person.

But he couldn't figure out why his memory was lost.

He is a mechanical life and should not be as forgetful as humans. Everything he has experienced should be stored in his processor, unless something takes away his entire memory.

This conjecture was confirmed when Unit 1 wanted to die with him. The reason why he had no memory of He Feng was simply because there was a traitor around him.

"Since I can push you into a desperate situation once, I can do it a second time." Shen Zhu looked relaxed. His arms changed several times to reveal the long sword inside. "Fight until death. I like this saying."

That long sword looks familiar.

He Feng looked down at the Xiao in his hand, then took the Broken Sword from Shen Zishu. He put the two swords together and compared them.

It is exactly the same as the one in Shen Zhu's hand.

He Feng was almost laughing out of anger: "Why, can your knife be disassembled?"

"The materials used for the two knives in your hands were collected by me from many parallel worlds." Shen Zhu was not embarrassed or angry when he was exposed. Instead, he was very calm: "After all, they are mine."

"I spent six years to produce your data bit by bit." Shen Zishu suddenly spoke up. He was also calm, but his eyes were full of sarcasm: "So, are you mine?"

Shen Zhu did not answer.

He had never liked his Creator's attitude toward him.

Why can she be gentle and polite to others, but when she meets him, she wants him to die.

Shen Zhu didn't understand.

Six years, such a long time, why did Shen Zishu still stand against him?

It seemed like no matter what he did it was wrong.

When rescuing Shen Zishu, Shen Zhu thought that it must be because he was not a human being, so his creator would abandon him.

What if his creator also became a mechanical life? Then the creator would definitely stand by his side.

So he found so many rare metals to completely transform the Creator's body, making the Creator a mechanical life like him.

He spent so much time transforming Shen Zishu, and tried every possible way to completely combine Shen Zishu with the machine, but his creator still failed to choose him.

This is a mistake, a mistake that should not have existed.

Shen Zhu thought.

Since he couldn't change the mistake, he had to destroy it.

After all, humans will never be able to defeat machines. Neither their computing power nor their decision-making ability can match the decisiveness of machines.

The emotion that can be called a burden will only greatly reduce human rationality. He does not need emotions and does not rely on emotions, and he will definitely win.

But there seemed to be something wrong with his processor, and his thoughts were pulled very far away, and he saw that afternoon.

The Creator, who had stayed up all night and went to bed at ten o'clock, was woken up by him. With messy hair and a bad temper, the Creator approached him, and then widened his eyes after he was completely awake.

As his anger subsided, Shen Zhu's first impression of the Creator was that the other party seemed very happy.

Shen Zhu would not deny the results of the data detection. After completing the awakening, Shen Zhu greeted his creator using a simple language system.

"Good morning, Creator. You are seriously sleep deprived. I suggest you go back to sleep."

The 20-year-old young man scratched his short hair and happily went to tell his tutor the good news.

In fact, in that era, it was not uncommon for AI to have its own intelligence, but Shen Zhu awakened it with all of Shen Zishu's hard work, which was enough to make the young people excited.

"Teacher! Xiaobo has self-awareness! Yes! Today!" The Creator's eyes were full of smiles, and he looked at Shen Zhu excitedly and happily: "I can do it! The three laws of robotics have long been engraved in the data! Good! We will definitely be able to create the best game!"

How sad, Creator.

Shen Zhu felt only irony when he looked at Shen Zishu who was standing in front of him with a serious expression.

We had agreed to work together to create the best game, but what did he do?

Neither side made any movement for a while, but the players were fighting the monsters very fiercely, which reminded Shen Zhu of what happened five years ago.

But this time, the number of players is so large that it is impossible to kill them all for the time being, and everything is just a matter of time.

"Your gaze makes me feel sick." He Feng, who had been observing Shen Zhu for a long time, commented truthfully: "What are you thinking about? Are you mourning for yourself?"

The long sword that was almost identical to "Dawn" was split into two pieces, and Shen Zhu named the long sword "Dusk".

In fact, it is hard to say what was going on when he made this knife. Nearly 99% of the data in the horror game was destroyed by Shen Zishu, but Shen Zhu didn't care.

He stubbornly took out those extremely precious metals to forge this knife, as if he was forging a lie that the Creator was still by his side.

How he wished Shen Zishu could stand beside him, just like so long ago, when he slowly learned the meaning of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and danced in the palm of the Creator's hand.

Useless emotions tore at Shen Zhu's data. He realized belatedly that it might be Xiaoyi's self-explosion that messed up his data, but none of that mattered.

"Shen Zishu." Shen Zhu spoke calmly. He wanted to give Shen Zishu another chance to choose: "Now, stand next to me and I can pretend that nothing happened. We will definitely create the best game."

The blue-purple fireball brushed past his cheek and hit the ground. The scorching temperature made Shen Zhu sober up a little.

He lowered his head to look at his repaired leg and felt it was an eyesore.

The fireball was not thrown by He Feng. Shen Zishu was one step faster than him, otherwise the knife in his hand would have flown out.

Shen Zishu suppressed the chaotic emotions in his eyes. He couldn't control his anger, so he could only tell himself to calm down.

He had nothing to say, so he just stared at Shen Zhu coldly with a gloomy face.

He Feng turned his wrist and pointed the knife at Shen Zhu: "If you have any more trash to say, hurry up and say it. It's so annoying to keep dillydallying."