my universe in a bottle.

Chapter 319 The Joy of the Universal Council
The major planets in the entire universe are in full swing, and each body begins to mutate, cultivating a fairy gate.

The old man glanced at the people of the various planets, who were all studying the cultivation method, and smiled kindly, "What a revival of the immortal method, evil people want to destroy our foundation."

The old man's consciousness entered a certain space, and he sat tremblingly on the main seat, wearing presbyopic glasses, a checkered coat, and flip-flops, "Call them all here."

"The 100 people?" came the voice.

"The first three are enough." The old man gracefully pushed the black-rimmed glasses: "Only the first three, I have given them the qualification to live forever in this artificial universe, and they are eligible to see me."

The top 100 people on the Universe Ranking are almost absolutely strong.

They represent the strongest, invincible, and ultimate power of the entire civilization, the "ultimate force" that wages civilized wars.

As for the 100 of them, almost no one has seen them on weekdays.

Incomparably mysterious, the active force will always be the 101-10000 Sky Inheritance Mechas.

Because they are almost asleep, as mortals, they need to sleep and sleep for a long time to fight against aging.

They are the elite throughout the history of the universe.

The domineering and powerful general, the interstellar criminal who once ran amok in the universe, and even the super hacker who tried to hack into the data of the second universe, developed a new type of sky-level research madman professor.
But even so, these 100 people have changed their seats tens of thousands of times over the long years.

Time is the cruelest weapon.

Time is too ruthless for them.

Even in deep sleep, the average lifespan of their Committee of Hundreds is less than a million years, and there is only one change of term.

For the entire evolutionary history of the universe, 100 million years is just a wave.

Everyone thinks that the age of dinosaurs was very close to the earth, but in fact it was 6600 million years ago, which is equivalent to the 66 iterations here.

Even the scale of the earth measured in billions of years is so short, let alone the entire universe?

but.

The first three members of the Council of Hundreds are the most terrifying existences in the entire universe, and they have been given the right to live forever in this universe.

In order to live forever, the Council of Hundreds will hold a ranking battle every thousand years to compete for the top three places.

Their three code names are:

Wisdom, courage, balance.

Countless people competed for the championship, runner-up, third place, and three seats.

As time flies and history overlaps, gradually, the existence of the first three councils has become the existence of the permanent council.

And from a certain period of time, no one can defeat the three of them, pull them down to this level, and even the rankings no longer change.

Whoa!
The top three appeared directly in front of them.

"It's all here." The old man put down the newspaper in his hand.

The true face of wisdom, courage, and balance also appeared in front of my eyes.

A tall, burly man, a petite little girl, and a sexy hottie in fancy dress.

"You won't stop?" came the voice of the hot girl.

"How can I stop it? I can't find the other party's location."

The old man smiled and said: "The parameters of this universe are absolute, and they perfectly match the entire real universe. And in the real material universe, are there any unreasonable things that monitor the entire universe? There is no reality, so it is impossible to appear here."

"When something that violates the underlying logic and material rules of the universe appears, this place is no longer an artificial universe, but a false fantasy toy."

"This is reality, and it can only be reality." The old man said softly.

"I think you didn't want to monitor from the beginning?"

The tall figure symbolizing wisdom felt a little helpless, "For you, who would have nothing to do to monitor the ant nest in your own garden?"

For this old man, this universe, and even the common people of the entire era, are nothing but his own garden.

The garden is broken, just rebuild it.

It's not a big deal.

In the long years, this old man has already put many things in his heart, and the things in front of him are neither angry nor sad.

Even the three people in front of them suspected that the other party was indifferent and lofty in nature, and did not regard the other party as an enemy.

Even if he really destroyed his homeland, he just looked at the whole ruins with cold eyes.

Then communicate with new friends.

Who would have a bad relationship because the same great being came and damaged his little toy?
of course.

The premise is that the identity of the guest is equal to him.

And not some ridiculous liar.

From beginning to end, this one didn't take the invasion in front of him seriously.

The old man stood up tremblingly, "Let's chat, you decide everything by yourself."

The three were silent for a while.

Suddenly, the tall and burly man said: "I request to open the upper limit of this universe, God's upper level."

The old man glanced at them: "Yes."

After all, he turned and left.

The three were shocked.

at last
Are you willing?

"Hahahaha, it's our turn! Even in the artificial universe, we can have a good time!" The hot girl laughed.

The little girl's voice came to sarcasm: "The common people are indifferent, watching the entire Council of Hundreds, how to face this disaster? And the common people have never thought about it, God is also indifferent, watching the entire civilization being invaded with cold eyes."

This is quite ironic.

You are a traitor at the bottom, and you want to see how the heroes of the ruler fight back.

But my senior management doesn't want to fight back and be that hero.

pass the buck.

All the staff are messed up.

What can you do?Do you think the Council of Hundreds will definitely resist?

Another sarcastic voice came: "Those people are too self-righteous! What do you think they are? Want to see us make a move, and think we will definitely protect them?"

The tall and burly man smiled, and straightened his golden oily hair parted in the middle: "It's really sad, it's sad that they always think of some messy things, they are too self-righteous."

The so-called blood, fighting, fighting for the entire common people.

They have, too.

But it just happened.

"How about, let's just wait and see how it develops, that Black Star Emperor is also quite fun." The hot girl laughed, like a fun person, "This little bug is very handsome, I was fascinated by it, and it made me I also want to see this race."

They also saw through the structure of the extraordinary system at a glance, Black Star's lies.

The people at the bottom of the scientific and technological system are at least fairly evenly distributed, with high social welfare, and they can basically buy high-grade genetic longevity medicines per capita by working part-time.

The top is mortal, and the bottom is also mortal.

At least, in the face of death, everyone is basically equal.

When a mortal gets angry, no matter how many chaebol bodyguards there are, there is a chance of blood splashing on the spot.

At least it's relatively fair.

And what about that civilization?

Even the equality of death has been stripped away alive.

The absolute advantage of the strong individual will inevitably give birth to slavery.

This is not something that can be changed by the emperors, heroes, or great men of any era. It belongs to the underlying logic of the civilization system.

The reason for this is quite straightforward:

Why am I, an ancient existence of tens of thousands of years, fair to an ant that can only live for a few hundred years and dies of old age with eyes open and closed?

The man smiled and said, "What's the use of having a long lifespan and high combat power? It's bound to raise a group of old tortoises that live too long. It's a rotten garbage civilization that keeps popping up."

"Stop making trouble, what are we going to do next?" Spice Girl rubbed her nose, "Anyway, I don't want to care, let those 97 trash do it?"

"This is not fun."

"Don't people in the world want to see the council? We just don't want to show them. The council members are not allowed to make a move, and then let's break through the gods ourselves."

"After the breakthrough, we will secretly play with our little toys."

(End of this chapter)