"I, the almighty Creator and Immortal... actually turned into a criminal and got killed in the end?"
"Impossible...this is impossible!"
Campground, inside the tent.
Aaron held his head, muttering to himself.
"However... at least I lived more than two hundred and ninety days longer than before, I made a lot of gains... and also learned a lot of information and secrets."
He looked at the text on the simulator, muttering to himself: "So the root of all this is in Ye Rongtian?"
"Although I killed the opponent, it seems that I still left some clues behind, and that's why I was tracked down by the Public Security Bureau investigator..."
"No, with my personality, I must have done my best, leaving no clues at the scene, but the traces left before were too many... typing records, borrowing records, conflict records... if they were carefully investigated, it would always lead to me... oh, the ancient times were much better."
The next day, Aaron got up early and headed to another city.