I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 605 - 328: The Saint Goes to His Death, The End of an Era_2

"Darn, I’ve actually become labor!" Gu Shanhai grumbled as he swept up everything and stuffed it directly into the Mother-child Grass space.

Then he cleaned up Little White and let it stay in the Magic Pet pocket for a while because the space in the Mother-child Grass wasn’t quite enough; he combined a few more group Magic Pet pocket spells, and after tidying up, even Little White barely fit.

"Equipment and items are easy to handle, but what about the skills the players need?" Gu Shanhai was somewhat worried; he couldn’t give out that reward.

As for defaulting on promises, Gu Shanhai had some integrity.

He had gained certain rights, so naturally, he had to accept the corresponding responsibilities. If he only wanted rights without responsibilities, playing such a trickster, he would sooner or later face a downfall.

Besides, if he were to default, it wouldn’t be on the players’ debts, and this expenditure wasn’t for Gu Shanhai to pay; he was merely lending a hand.

Back at the shelter, the image of the Holy Saint had already begun to distort. The previous mosaic at least had a human shape, but now it was nearly twisting into a pretzel.

"So, uh, are you still there?" Gu Shanhai tried to inquire about the status of the Holy Saint.

And the Holy Saint just emitted meaningless sounds. Perhaps for the Holy Saint, Gu Shanhai had turned into a mess of code as well.

"I’m borrowing you saints for a bit; otherwise, I can’t distribute the skill awards." Gu Shanhai didn’t care if the other party understood or not, he just went on, "You definitely can’t recover, might as well put your last value as the last chip to protect the world."

"If you’re not going to respond, I’ll take it as your approval."

Gu Shanhai had no choice. If he waited any longer, the saints would truly have no value left.

Indeed, Gu Shanhai planned to turn the saints into some sort of device or ritual to ensure the proper distribution of skills.

If he was lucky, the saints might still become a collective consciousness and not perish. Of course, Gu Shanhai never relied on luck, so he couldn’t be sure whether they could be preserved.

If they could be preserved, that would, of course, be the best.

The saints wouldn’t mind these matters. Gu Shanhai had once constructed the character models of the saints, which were basically like cut and paste, all of the same demeanor; and if you looked deep into it, the saints actually had no self-awareness and were more like computers with slight emotions, which were for ruling and saving the world, not really for themselves.

"We’ve all been colleagues; I hope you can help out."

Gu Shanhai promptly grabbed the Holy Saint.

The Holy Saint didn’t resist; when Gu Shanhai touched it, the feeling was peculiar. You’d say it was rough, but it felt quite smooth, yet if you called it smooth, it felt somewhat grainy, and it would twist like a snake from time to time.

It could only be said that the twisted Holy Saint had a complex feel, so complex that it complicated Gu Shanhai’s mood too.

"I wonder what the heck this is, could I use the same principle to cook meatballs with similarly complex flavors?" Gu Shanhai’s mind wandered.

"Scoff, what ’cooking meatballs with complex flavors’? That’s called concocting pills of different types."

Gu Shanhai quickly realized it, as he had gotten used to saying it that way, making it sound so inelegant.

Just like Four Happiness Meatballs and Four Directions Heaven and Earth Longevity Pill, just by the name, you know the latter sounds more sophisticated. Gu Shanhai could repackage and hype it up. With marketing strategies, not to mention a million, even a billion would find a fool to buy it; in reality, it was just a smaller version of the Four Happiness Meatballs.

Exactly, just smaller meatballs, even smaller than rice balls. Roll them bigger, and they genuinely become Four Happiness Meatballs.

"You two, one a pretzel and the other a mochi, truly a perfect match..."

Gu Shanhai looked at the bizarrely shaped Silver Saint, feeling an increasingly strong sense of déjà vu.

"Other Saints won’t become all sorts of messy appearances, right?" Gu Shanhai grabbed the Silver Saint. His hands felt soft, mushy, and also icy cold, which was indeed very peculiar.

Then he stacked it on top of the Holy Saint. The Silver Saint turned into a puddle, not a clump, obviously undergoing another transformation.

"Next, might I encounter ice cream or spicy hot pot?" Gu Shanhai couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark.

It was mainly because Gu Shanhai’s thoughts would diverge, and then he would imagine all sorts of bizarre appearances, which was caused by the drift of his inspiration.

Each Saint was gathered together by him, and then Gu Shanhai discovered something horrifying.

"Holy shit, why have you all stuck together???"

Gu Shanhai saw many Saints aggregating like a giant pool of Slime.

"This is bad, no wonder the Silver Saint turned into a puddle."

The pace of the aggregation was too fast; by the time Gu Shanhai realized it, it was already too late to separate them.

"But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least, it saves me trouble."

Gu Shanhai actually knew that, when he was taking the Holy Saint to find other Saints, their states had already become irreparable.

The fusion of the Saints was their own decision; otherwise, with their own strength, they could totally repel each other, or at the very least, not interfere with each other.

"Sigh, this really complicates things for me."

"Here’s what we’ll do. Once you all distribute the rewards, I’ll turn you into patches and embed you in this world; how much you can save depends on you."

Gu Shanhai looked at the peculiar gel-like fluid that, like Slime, appeared golden in color, similar to the demigod gel-like fluid he had separated from the spirit body, except the only difference was that the existence of the demigod gel-like fluid was far less consistent than the rule carrier formed by the aggregation of the Saints.

Whether the Saints understood Gu Shanhai’s words didn’t matter, though Gu Shanhai guessed they probably didn’t; there was now a bizarre barrier between the two parties.

Gu Shanhai could at least pretend to look human, but the Saints had become an aggregate of rules.

Between the two it was like humans and stones; there was no possibility of communication unless Gu Shanhai possessed immense strength.

"Hopefully, this can be completed within two months."

After two months, when the maximum threshold of the Great Ruin passes, the rewards need to be paid out; delays in such matters are unacceptable.

Players don’t really care about the details; most players are reckless, only behaving if given benefits, and without benefits, they dare to deal with you altogether.

"However... this also counts as peeping into the divine mysteries," Gu Shanhai noted as the entire aggregation finally turned into a puddle of liquid with various ripples due to abundant disordered shattered rules.

"A pond formed by the convergence of souls of countless gods; maybe this is the greatest discovery in the world of Adventurous King."

"Sadly, it’s all in the past now."

The Saints have passed on.

Externally appearing only as pond water, but in Gu Shanhai’s eyes, it was a special existence woven from countless rules, neither solid, liquid, nor gas; the pond water is simply a visual manifestation. If one were to interact with it, it could be stone or gas or even life itself.

"Well, time to get to work; hopefully, the Saints left me something easy, in case I really can’t handle it, then... I’ll just have to fob off the players with a genetic potion."

Gu Shanhai actually had backup plans; otherwise, charging in without one was absurd. In case of problems, running away would probably be the only option, which might be somewhat unethical, but if it came to that, Gu Shanhai’s flexible moral baseline would disregard any promises.