naruto of the one piece world

Chapter 323 Extra Story: The End of the Earth Chronicle

"Of course, in our eyes, these so-called hairless upright walking ape regimes and forces are ridiculous, and we wiped out this so-called hairless upright walking ape regime.

Originally, we planned to slaughter all the hairless upright walking apes, and then transform the earth into a prison for our two-spined newts to detain prisoners.

Let those stupid aliens who have violated interstellar laws spend their lives alone on this barren planet.

It can be regarded as waste utilization!

It's just that in the process of massacring human beings, we most unexpectedly discovered an ancient form of entertainment on this planet - novels!
This can be regarded as an extremely backward, but extremely low-cost cultural product.

However, after we tried to promote it, we found that many cosmic people with advanced civilizations became interested in this ancient entertainment method, and a retro trend emerged.

Many cosmic stars of advanced civilizations are willing to pay a certain amount of cosmic stars to buy these antiques.

Although we don't know what's so good about this ancient way of entertainment, but since we can make money, we, the two-pricked salamanders, changed our strategy and captured all the hairless upright walking apes on the planet, of course there are A few slipped through the cracks but that doesn't hurt either.

We inserted some antennae into the brains of these hairless upright walking apes to instill some basic cultural knowledge.

And input instructions into their brains to instill a feeling that they are the best novelists in the whole universe, so that they tirelessly and continuously produce novels.

This planet has also become the base for the production of novels by our two-spotted newts, and we have also renamed this planet the start-up planet. "

The middle-aged uncle who was kneeling aside, after listening to the two-spined newt alien in front of him, the tears in his eyes kept swirling and dripping on the ground, and he bit his lip until the tears came out. With blood, both hands tightly grasped the sarcoma on the ground: "Virtual world, production of novels, you mean... my life is all fake, all of this is a program you have set."

"Hahahaha... Of course this is all fake, do you still naively think that we will use all the money we earn to improve this planet and save you disgusting hairless upright walking apes?
please!We are here to be rulers, not to do charity. For us, the lowest cost is to dream, let you all contribute your life's labor for us in your dreams.

The essence of cosmic capitalists is to constantly extract the surplus value of inferior civilizations, and what could be cheaper than dreaming.”

Seeing the middle-aged uncle breaking down and crying bitterly, the two-pricked newt alien laughed even more happily: "I didn't expect you to know the truth, it's so ridiculous, it's ten thousand times better than those garbage novels you wrote up.

The novel written by you, a trash novel author, is the most trash among all the novel authors here, and not many people even read it.

If it weren't for the fact that there are too many novel authors here, I would be too lazy to search for them one by one, and I would have removed you by unplugging the pipe in the sleeping cabin long ago.

But it’s okay now, you jumped out by yourself, so don’t blame me for clearing you out. Anyway, there are still many novel authors like you here, and there is no more than one, and no less. "

While talking, the two-spined salamander alien split a hole in his abdomen, and stretched out a spike that looked like flesh and blood, aiming at the middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle still bowed his head, broke down and cried, and had no desire to escape at all: "It is because of this reason that I was imprisoned in a false world, made me work non-stop, and deprived me of my life. Residual value, no!"

Suddenly the middle-aged uncle raised his head and shouted loudly: "Why are you so cruel? Isn't it just writing novels? If we don't do this, we will write novels well."

"Are you kidding me! A rubbish author like you, if you don't do this, you can still update a hundred times a day?

You have two updates a day, thank God Amitabha!

Take a look at how disgusting you look now. You are obviously a greasy and fat middle-aged uncle, but you still fantasize about being the most popular beautiful girl in the universe all day long.

What you write is rubbish and watery, and I really admire those few advanced civilizations who are willing to pay for you, and they can still persevere.

What is the most popular novelist in the universe? These are all false instructions we instilled into you in the system, just a world you imagined.

Hahaha……"

The middle-aged uncle, who knew all the truth, had completely collapsed with his white eyes, and he opened his mouth wide and kept muttering: "Delusion, delusion...all this is fake!"

The two-spike alien slowly walked up to the middle-aged uncle. The sharp thorn on his abdomen was just aimed at the middle-aged uncle's head. When he was about to pierce it, a blue laser suddenly pierced through the outside of the two-spike salamander. The head of a star.

A thin, freckled man with a sallow face held a high-tech silver laser gun in his hand, hurriedly pulled up the middle-aged uncle who was kneeling on the ground, and said anxiously: "Let's get out of here quickly, the noise just now will definitely make people cry." The other two-spined salamander aliens were attracted to it."

"No, I can't leave. My readers still need me. I'm the most popular novelist in the universe. How can I leave?"

The middle-aged uncle ruthlessly shook off the man's hand, holding his head in both hands and kept stepping back.

Until now, he still can't accept this fact, or he already knows the fact, but he doesn't want to believe it.

"You're crazy! What a novelist, this is just a fake world set up for you by those hateful aliens.

Now the earth has been destroyed by those damn aliens, so many people are locked in a coffin-like sleep field, writing novels every day and night.

And you just heard that what you write is rubbish and few people want to read it, why are you still here?

You are human, you are human, you should be with us to resist the aliens and take back our homeland. "

While talking, the man held the middle-aged uncle's hand and was about to leave here quickly, but at this moment the man suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.

In his abdomen was pierced by a sharp red stick.

When he turned his head, he saw the middle-aged uncle holding the spike from the two-spike alien who had just been killed.

"You...you are sick! Kill me, why did you kill me!"

The middle-aged uncle twirled the spike in his hand, and a big hole was made in the man's abdomen, and he fell to the ground without a sound, bleeding profusely.

The middle-aged uncle was covered in blood, and he lay back in his previous sleeping cabin, holding a catheter in his hand and inserting it into his neck, kicking his legs hard, and those antennas were accurately inserted into his On the top of his head, when he lost consciousness, the middle-aged uncle kept saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I only want to write novels, I only know how to write novels... Everyone likes to read the novels I write, all of them are fake, I will wake up soon.

"I want to keep writing and writing... I like writing novels the most!" Speaking of this, the middle-aged uncle had a smile on his face and was forever addicted to the virtual world.

Human beings after that are also lingering in this hellish world, counting the days and waiting for the 400-year alien colonization period to pass.

(End of this chapter)