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Common knowledge, the universal knowledge.
Passed down from generation to generation, even things unrelated to one's own life, through the accumulated knowledge over the years, through what one sees and hears in life, to converge things and objects into "normal" phenomena in the most rational way.
All these normal phenomena are what people commonly know.
Asmod had already heard about what Cyclone was going to do, but...
"You... You actually said you want to rewrite common sense?"
"Yeah."
Facing Asmod's question, Cyclone answered honestly.
"If I heard correctly, you mentioned 'chips' just now, right?"
Asmod's eyes became sharper, and Cyclone could feel as if there were millions of swords flying in the sky behind Asmod.
As if Asmod had brought Cyclone into his world, a world composed of his words.
The world turned into a land of sand and dust, the sun set far in the west, with no forests, no rivers, only Asmod standing alone in front.
Alone, behind him were countless horned lives, demons.
"Chips... It means that in your mind, everything you just said was just a gamble?"
Asmod analyzed everything Cyclone was thinking, Cyclone's plan, its feasibility, its significance, through Cyclone's words.
A sword flew straight towards Cyclone, but Cyclone didn't move.
The long sword stabbed near Cyclone's foot, this was Asmod's first challenge.
Next came the second sword.
"A gamble, shall I put the fate of demons on a gamble?!"
The tone of the last word suddenly rose, and the sword flew across Cyclone's left cheek.
Even if it hit or not, it wouldn't really harm Cyclone.
But this language, like a sharp sword, gave Cyclone enough warning.
This was not just a question, but also Asmod's challenge to Cyclone, a battle of words.
Cyclone needed chips, needed Asmod's assistance, but Asmod wouldn't easily agree.
Because it wasn't just Cyclone, Asmod also had his own considerations.
Another sword, this time flying straight towards Cyclone's head.
"Yes, it is a gamble..."
Cyclone answered, but the sword was still flying.
"It is also a gamble that will overturn the world!"
As if there was an invisible shield in front of Cyclone, blocking the flying sword.
"Ha..."
Asmod raised his head, the first laughter alarmed dozens of swords, and the sword tips instantly pointed at Cyclone.
"Haha..."
Another laughter, hundreds of swords aimed at Cyclone.
"Hahahaha!!!"
Instantly, all the swords were pointed at Cyclone.
"Do you know the destiny of demons? Kid!!"
Asmod looked at Cyclone again, with his red devil eyes and the horns on his head, this time he was serious, with genuine hostility, Asmod stared at Cyclone.
"Even if we don't discuss these things, I'm not the demon general anymore. Do you think I would agree?!!!"
"You will."
Although Asmod's questioning was almost like that of a monster, Cyclone answered softly.
"My two daughters, even if I die, I won't use gambling to save them both!"
"You will."
Cyclone repeated, giving the same answer.
But this sentence surprised Asmod instead.
What was the man in front of him thinking?
Asmod didn't understand, but at least he wouldn't use gambling to save his two beloved daughters.
This method wouldn't work.
"To rewrite common sense... to overturn common sense! It's like everyone in the world wants to buy small, but you want to buy big!"
"Yes."
Once again, Asmod was startled. Cyclone, in an ordinary person's body, was saying extraordinary things.
To overturn common sense, to overturn it with a gamble, Asmod finally understood what kind of person Cyclone Theodore was.
A person who overturns common sense, a gambler.
