Chapter 372 No One Can Do Everything

The latest website: Annan's voice is immature and light, reminiscent of wind chimes made of ice.

But the rotting man just felt a gust of cold wind soaking through his body. His blood-soaked red robe was gradually drying up.

“…Nobody can be omnipotent.”

The rotten man took a deep breath.

Until today, he didn't really realize and face up to the enemy Annan Lindong.

...He thought he had taken it seriously enough.

The rotting man even regards Annan as "the god destined for the future", an existence of the same level as himself, an eagle that has not yet fully fledged.

But it wasn't until today that the rotting man realized...he had tried his best to overestimate Annan, but he still underestimated him.

He really felt a strong oppressive force from Annan today - it was not just the level of "difficulty", but a sense of fear that was almost desperate.

Hundreds of years have passed.

The rotten man didn't expect... that even after he became a god, he would still feel fear.

It's like the pressure he felt when he was seven years old when he gambled with King Gupta, known as the "White Robe King".

It seems that every card, every tile, and every sentence of oneself will be guessed by the other party. The middle-aged brown-skinned man in a white robe and with a big beard was terrifying like a god in front of the seven-year-old rotting man.

fear. fear. despair.

I can't win by myself--

That was the rotten man who was exceptionally good at games, the first time he realized this clearly.

Under intense fear, he cheated for the first time in his life. But his trembling hands were so obvious that he was pulled out without even having any effect at all.

And when he was pressed on the table by the guards and stabbed with the notch belonging to the slave in extreme fear.

The rotten man who was only seven years old heard the deep voice of the White Robe King.

"Not all players fail,

Just as not all who are born die. But even so, people who are always victorious are as rare as people who live forever... because no one can be omnipotent.

"You're smart, but that's all. You can't become a constant victor just by being smart... Wisdom without courage is like a bird without wings and a fire that loses heat."

The young rotting man couldn't understand those words at all.

Even until now, the rotten man has not fully understood.

But because of pain, fear and despair, he remembered every word clearly. Until the white robe king was murdered by him, the rotten man did not forget this passage; even though he personally murdered the white robe king and slaughtered his heirs, the rotten man still respected the white robe king and regarded him as his idol.

——It is precisely because of the guidance of the White Robe King in the past that he can become a god now.

The rotten man repeated the words of the former white robe king word by word: "Wisdom alone cannot become a person who wins all the time. Even if you win today, you will lose one day; even if I lose once, I will lose one day." win."

But Annan heard him.

But the corners of his mouth could not help but rise: "Of course I know. If you gamble often, you will lose often. If you gamble less, you will lose less. There is no one who is always victorious in the world."

The next moment, the rotten pupils suddenly constricted.

Because by coincidence, Annan casually uttered words similar to those of the former White Robe King, and even added an explanation:

"The Cup-bearer once said, 'Not all that are born perish'. This means that the power of the 'cup' prolongs the life of flesh and blood. But the reverse is also the case 'without miracles involved Next, mortals will eventually die'.

"This matter can also be used in gambling... It is true that not all players have a day of failure. 'As long as you see it, take it'. But as long as you walk on this path, you will eventually lose the day. "

Annan looked at the rotting man's eyes, even no longer filled with anger.

Because what should be vented has been vented, the harsh words that should have been said have been released, and the price that should have been received has been charged.

Then the rotten man is not worthy of Annan's continued anger for him.

Annan looked at the rotting man calmly as if looking at an insect, but also as interested as looking at some kind of "treasure".

——Just like the old white-robed king looking at the rotting man.

The rotten man couldn't help but began to tremble.

Because of fear. Or out of anger. Even because of the sudden realization of the incomprehensible words in the past...

"I don't think I'm an extremely intelligent person at all. Because the so-called 'friends' and 'partners' are just what mediocre people need...I'm just an ordinary person.

"I still need the support of others, the help of my friends. Am I smart? I think so, but I'm not going to be a single man just because I'm smart enough...

"For wisdom, from the very beginning, was not a sword for victory—it was an eye for vision."

Annan said so.

He ignored the trembling rotting man, and casually turned his head to look at the door of the basement: "You regard cleverness as wisdom and wisdom as power, but you don't look directly at the 'things of fear seen by wisdom'." Courage is to regard everything in the world as a 'gambling' with winners and losers, as a game.

"—But I don't know, if you gamble for a long time, you will lose."

In the confrontation of wisdom, Annan easily understood the personality of the rotten man.

God is not something lofty and untouchable. Since they have personalities, they naturally have personality defects... and most of the gods pass through the way of sublimation and have strong desires, so their shortcomings are even more obvious.

Annan can read Cafney's heart and guess her every move.

Naturally, I can also understand rotten husbands.

The mentality of a rotten man is like an unscrupulous player.

But the player is not from this world.

No matter how unscrupulous they are, they always know "this is false" in their hearts, and they will not transfer their behavior in the game intact to reality.

The personality of the rotten man made a mistake in this link.

What he is best at is "gambling", and he has nothing else.

So it's like he's "cheating" in the game.

Murder, set traps, poison, murder enemies before fighting, kill people you don't like without restraint. Adopting many conspiracy methods without a bottom line, everything is just for victory.

But the problem is, this is not a game.

This is a real world, and it is the world where the rotten man was born.

"I hover in the sky with wisdom as my wings. But you... are as humble as an ant."

Annan said leisurely: "Get ready to start the third round...Although it is no longer needed. Because I have already guessed how you induced Bella at that time. I also know what you hid in the third round thing……"

Annan's voice did not fall.

"Bella" pushed open the door to the basement.

"Sorry I'm late—"

She made a strong voice, which attracted everyone's attention.

But others soon turned their attention to Annan.

And Annan turned his head at this time, looking down at the rotten man who was still trembling.

Obviously the youngest son was looking at the powerful and invincible god, but Annan's eyes looked like a god looking down on a fool.

"—Let me destroy your sanity and crush your confidence."

Annan said slowly: "Let's proceed here for the third game. I want you to see clearly—even if it is Salvatore, I can make him easily defeat you. Do you believe it?"

"...What if you lose this round?"

It's like losing red eyes.

The rotten man asked hoarsely, "Do you want to raise?"

"you sure?"

On the contrary, Annan laughed out loud, and asked, "Do you still dare to raise in front of me?"

Being stared at by Annan, the rotten man remained silent instead.

"……so be it. "

he replied in a low voice.

On the other hand, "Bella" was a little dazed.

"Hey? Is it okay to say it directly? Has the situation developed to this extent?"

He looked at the bloody rotting man, and made a puzzled voice: "Huh? This looks like someone who is about to die..."

Hearing Salvatore's words, the rotten man's complexion suddenly became gloomy.

"You and me, let's start the third round."

The rotten man took a deep breath and straightened up.

His eyes were cold and emotionless: "In this game, I don't gamble on anything.

"I just want to beat you.

"Proving that... no one can do everything."