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Chapter 310 - 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_2

Chapter 310: Chapter 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_2

His explanation had the bullet comments flying.

"Damn! Was this also part of Baby Ke’s meticulous planning?"

"It seems to hold water so far, let’s see how they explain it later."

"Please, I’ve come to like this game so much, I hope the top player wraps it up well. Don’t need anything too spectacular, after all, that’s hard... a normal ending would be enough for me..."

"And it’s a game nominated for annual awards, the best moment to redeem the gaming industry... If the ending is bad, it’ll be embarrassing to go around soliciting votes..."

At this moment, the phonograph in the game had also reached its conclusion.

The rapidly aging Comstock had no choice but to pin his hopes for unifying the world on the next generation.

But he realized that he had become too old and infirm to have children.

Sky City could not be without a ruler for even a single day.

Thus, he came up with another plan.

He continued to observe other parallel universes to foresee the future development of the City of the Sky across countless dimensions.

During multiple observations,

In some worlds, Sky City was occupied by the forces of a surface nation soon after his death.

In others, it reached peaceful agreements with many surface nations, and they developed together after his death.

And soon, he finally saw a variation that satisfied him.

In a certain world, a girl named Elizabeth inherited his will, became the new ruler of Sky City, and led the army to unite the world.

Consequently, he sent Luster, either male or female, to other parallel worlds to take this girl from her birth and raise her by his side with great care.

There were some complications during this process.

To give the people of Sky City an explanation, an explanation for how he had a child within just seven days,

Comstock claimed the child was a descendant sent by an Angel.

He sanctified Elizabeth from the moment she was in swaddling clothes and began grooming her as his successor from a young age.

Although this reason seemed far-fetched,

it was somewhat plausible for a Prophet who could foresee the future multiple times, a figure already sanctified in many ways.

Hence, the people chose to believe it.

But while it was one thing to fool the public,

Comstock’s wife, The First Lady, naturally knew that the girl couldn’t possibly be her own daughter.

Outraged that her husband had betrayed her, she decided to reveal the truth to the public, to spread the news that "Elizabeth is a bastard child born of the Prophet and some woman."

But before she could do so, Comstock killed her first.

A maid who witnessed The First Lady’s murder fled the residence, and, as she did so, the Prophet conveniently framed her for the murder, pinning the blame for The First Lady’s death on the maid.

With nowhere to turn as everyone called for her execution, the maid had no choice but to rise in rebellion.

This maid was the leader of the resistance that the player had encountered earlier, Daisy.

That was the end of the phonograph’s recording.

Upon learning the truth, Dai’s eyes widened in shock.

The viewers in the live stream were also taken aback.

"Holy shit? Elizabeth isn’t Comstock’s daughter but a girl snatched from another world??"

"No wonder this old Deng doesn’t care about his daughter at all, locking her in a tower for 18 years straight. It turns out she’s someone else’s kid; no wonder he’s not distressed."

"They also explained why Daisy became the leader of the resistance, another loop closed!"

"More closure! The top player is really trying to tie everything up!"

"But there’s still something I don’t get. What does this have to do with the protagonist Booker? There could be many who might save Elizabeth, he could be Zhang Ke, Li Ke, Wang Ke, but why did they specifically choose Booker? Is the identity of a veteran so compelling? Moreover, Booker seems like a bum in the story, alcoholic, gambler, in debt, and he’d even participated in a massacre of Indians. Isn’t it a stretch to pick him as the protagonist..."

While the bullet comments heatedly debated,

In the game at this time, the boat had already docked at the waterside platform.

Booker and Elizabeth both went ashore and then quickly walked toward the nearby lighthouse.

"Elizabeth, why are you taking me here... We should be going to Paris," Booker said, confused.

"Come on, open this door, and you will get all the answers you want," Elizabeth urged, standing in front of the great door at the base of the lighthouse.

After hesitating for a while,

Booker stepped forward and reached out his hand.

As he pushed open the door,

the scene that unfolded before all the viewers once again astonished everyone!

At this moment, the player found themselves in a staggering dimension.

Before their eyes, countless lighthouses rose haphazardly.

Those lighthouses, like twinkling gemstones, emitted a mystical glow, embellishing this void with a dazzling starry sea!

If one looked down, they would also see the reflections of numerous lighthouses on the sea’s surface.

So drunk not to know skies from the waters, a boat full of dreams presses upon the Milky Way.

Everything before their eyes was like a beautiful dream, fantastically vague and enthralling.

"What... what are these lighthouses?" Booker was also stunned by the scene before him, looking around in amazement.

"They’re like the countless sands of the Ganga, representing worlds, the universe in miniature. Space and time are endless, and every dimension is broadly similar but differs in some details," Elizabeth explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Different choices can branch out into hundreds of thousands of dimensions, and within these, there are constants and variables," Elizabeth said, walking purposefully forward beside the lighthouse.

But the players would be surprised to find that, where there had only been surging waves beneath their feet, a stone path now spread out at the sea’s surface with each step Elizabeth took.