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Chapter 881 Our Organization Needs Senior Talents Like You

"name."

The maid, as delicate as a doll, sat calmly behind the table, calmly asked the visitor, gently holding the quill pen with her slender fingers, and the tip of the pen hovered above the roster.

"Benjamin..."

"Annie..."

The person in front of the table spoke.

He is an ethereal and pale spiritual body, like a ghost, and also like a three-dimensional shadow. In its deep outline, countless shimmering lights flicker like stars dotted the night sky. If you look carefully, there is a vast universe in it looming.

This is an incomparably powerful immortal who has transformed the entire cosmic dimension with mantras. As a carrier to carry himself in the world, he is an incarnation surrounded by countless stars, the embodiment of the power of the universe.

It's just that in this Taoist temple, the immortal is not honorable. Just like other colleagues before him, he can only come here to register and honestly explain his basic information.It's just that as a divine descendant from the upper realm, there are still some special treatment.

Otherwise, Charlotte wouldn't be in charge of the records.

Ordinary "time traveler" and "outsider visitor", there is no way to let the head maid take a second look, she represents the master's will.

"Benjamin or Anne?"

The head maid asked coldly, without rushing to write.

"Both of them. This is the name we both share." The Immortal incarnation of the humanoid universe explained that his voice was very strange, like a mixture of male and female voices, and there was a faint echo between his words, like While one person is speaking, there is another person repeating the same sentence immediately after.

Miss Doll's expression remained the same, she just raised her eyes slightly and glanced at it, instantly gaining insight into the truth.

Her body, her form, and her spirituality were all polished by the Master himself.As one of the few creations made by her own hands, she is undoubtedly the purest treasure among them. From structure to function, she is perfect to the extreme, mysterious and elegant. She is probably one of the most perfect and powerful alchemy beings in the entire infinite world. .

Like a created angel, it is a messenger who carries out the will of the Supreme God.

Those magnificent ruby-like red pupils seem to contain a brilliance billions of times brighter than burning stars. The invisible rays replace the behavior and function of the gaze, directly cutting open every inch of the void , so that all the secrets have nothing to hide.

This immortal is not an independent individual, but a mixture of two wills. From the level of soul, consciousness, existence, etc., the two individuals are intertwined together, becoming a weird Siamese twins. Existing form.

It's a little hard to understand why it came to this point, but since there is no problem, and it has successfully ascended to the gods, it means that the two former individuals should have voluntarily merged and assimilated each other to become a brand new fusion.

But Charlotte didn't have any idea of ​​exploring, she wrote down the name of "Benjamin Anne" on the record book.

As soon as the name was recorded and the tip of the pen left the paper, the twin immortals keenly discovered that a certain connection was emerging between himself and the roster, and the cause and effect of the spell quickly emerged and formed, connecting the two together.

He didn't do anything, just accepted all this happened calmly.

After all, when I came here, I already had corresponding psychological preparations.

Whether it was the roster or the puppet with silver hair and red pupils in front of him, even the slightest leak of breath made him feel palpitations.

Undoubtedly, both of them are the creations of the god who dominates all of the present, but it is also such a stalwart existence that is infinitely more noble than any immortal and immortal, and can be qualified to challenge the Greeks. The world bared its fangs...

It is precisely because of this that gradually many sharks swarmed here, smelling the blood.

For example, He himself is one of them.

"Which area in the space is it from?" Charlotte didn't care too much, but continued to ask after recording the name.She didn't seem to be interested at all, or it should be said that whatever was going on in her mind, at least on the surface, she couldn't see it at all.

"The serial number is AE1458..."

"Do you have a guarantor?"

"No." At this moment, the immortal can't help but feel that this experience is a bit inconsistent. It seems that a long time ago, when a part of himself was still a mortal, he had the experience of being caught and squatted several times. At that time, I encountered such a thing of being questioned and recorded.

For a moment, he couldn't help being a little dazed, feeling the vicissitudes of the years.

At this time, Charlotte nodded, and said calmly: "I have already understood your basic situation, welcome to join our organization of troublemakers... May I ask when you can join the job?"

"...It's all right now." The long-lived man was silent for a while, and his tone seemed to be an uncontrollable sigh.

This feeling of coming to the Taoist Temple to register the registration materials, then pass the on-site interview, and then be hired on the spot, and get a job opportunity, how awkward it is... There seems to be no problem with the link itself, but there are problems with the location, characters and other elements of each link. , stitched together is even worse.

"Very good, the Master said that our organization needs senior talents like you..." the doll girl said noncommittally, as if she was saying such a line according to the script, and at the same time she reached out for a thick large book beside her. Tome books.

Spreading out the book, she glanced at it, then pushed it over: "Now there are a few tasks you can choose, you can take a look."

Clothed with thousands of stars and incarnate in the dimension of the universe, the sacred also just glanced at it before making a decision: "Let's be the first one."

Open up new territory, break into the Olympus pantheon, investigate the recent movements of the Old Ones and the Outer Gods... He can do all these things, but the risk is a little bit high, so after thinking about it, I choose to start with a safe hand first. , choose a moderate thing to do.

First, you can take a look at the behavior style of this troublemaker organization and learn from it.

Secondly, you can wait and see for a while to see what the future holds, instead of getting involved too deeply without knowing anything, and then you can't get out and hang yourself on this tree.

Miss Doll didn't take it seriously, she asked coldly: "Okay, I'll file it now, do you need any help?"

"No need." The Longevity replied.

His task is not difficult, it is to try to restore the situation in the war zone that has fallen into a disadvantage, and let his own side regain the upper hand... It seems to be very troublesome, but in fact it is just a job of tinkering. More precisely, it is a secret espionage Work.

Buying informants, collecting information, sabotaging, fighting guerrillas...

Anyway, it is to intervene secretly, instead of confronting the enemy head-on.

For such a situation, He is also very experienced. After all, most of the struggles between the existences in the upper realms are in this style. After all, there are only a few people who go directly to the battle and play dog-brained. Everyone is the chess player behind the chessboard. Chess pieces in action.

As long as you grasp the key entry point, a weak advantage can also become the key to reversing the situation, playing the role of four or two.

For these methods, the existences in the upper domain are all familiar with the way, and even summed up a whole set of methods among each other, some of which are simply universal routines, tried and tested, basically they can be directly applied in any situation— —

That's why all kinds of time-traveling and rebirth phenomena, inexplicable heaven-falling systems, and such things happen frequently in the infinite world.

In essence, there are often powerful pushers behind it, who are dissatisfied with a certain world line, want to distort and tamper with the historical process, and change the established causal events...just a small investment can often trigger extremely huge Butterfly effect, why not do it?

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at the same time.

In an extremely distant time and space in the universe, the aimless Old Ones and Outer Gods have been expelled, and the Olympus Protoss have shown their strength and majesty, winning a big victory in this battle Complete victory, but after the titans who can play with the galaxy and tear apart the universe leave, only the dead dimension is left.

Countless timelines fell into extinction at the same time, completely lost the future, and encountered a huge time-space fault.

Just like a book, the second half of the content was directly torn off, ushering in an abrupt end in the physical sense.

But just when everything was about to dissipate, in the past time, a shadow that did not belong to history was like a ghost, shuttled between the gaps of time, quickly picked out a few suitable world lines, and faced the selected Reach out at the time point——

Ripples appeared in time, and shock waves spread between the timelines, adding small variables to the timeline that was already a foregone conclusion.

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The third arm of the Milky Way.

On a certain mud planet located in an unremarkable star system, azure gem-shaped celestial bodies are quietly orbiting in the dark void.

"I... I am... reborn?"

Mumbling, Shen Hanri looked in disbelief at the young boy with messy hair and freckles in the mirror.

After a long, long time, he just looked away blankly, looked around subconsciously, and saw the familiar mess in the room, although it could not be said to be like a kennel, but the things and clothes were indeed the same. One by one, scattered around randomly.

The screen of the computer on the table was lit with a technological cold light in a slightly dim environment, and there was a slight fan sound from the case next to it...

The curtains by the windows were blown by the breeze, it was dusk and evening outside, and the silhouette of the town was vaguely...

The street outside the window is already pitch black, and the afterglow of the setting sun in the sky is only a ray, and there is only the last faint glow of sunset on the horizon in the distance...

He stared blankly at this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, then turned his head and saw the door of the bedroom was slightly closed, the sound of the TV in the living room outside was clearly visible through the door, and the faint voice of his parents came.

For a moment, tears filled my eyes, and the tears were unbearable!

Shen Hanri felt that he could hardly breathe.

This is a scene that he has seen countless times in the first half of his life, so that he has long been indifferent. It is also a scene that he often dreams about in the second half of his life, but he can no longer reach out, even in the last stage of his life. , and the dream time that I miss very much.

At the same time, a sense of trembling emerged from the depths of the bone marrow, sweeping through every cell in the body.

reborn...

After his death, he didn't usher in a complete eternal sleep, but was reborn and returned to this time point amidst unwillingness?

Shen Hanri couldn't believe such a ridiculous thing. It's not that he hasn't read novels, but in the cruel post-apocalypse era, everyone is struggling to survive on a planet that has been turned into dead wasteland, facing high-energy radiation , memetic virus, parasitic breeding, out-of-control bee colony and other threats...

It was despair visible to the naked eye, and there was no day or night.

No matter how you fight, the situation is constantly deteriorating, lingering on one's last breath and struggling desperately, in exchange for a worse and worse situation. The fate of all things is doomed darkness, and there is no future to speak of.

In such a bad living environment, everyone is crushed by the cruel reality, just living in a daze, even if they don't know why they live, but they don't want to die just like that, it's no different from the walking dead, so cruel Under the harsh environment, how can there be any room for fantasy to survive?

The cold reality, the long despair, the darkness of not seeing the future...

Everything is enough to completely smash any unrealistic thoughts, just like a slave who has been worn out of all will and self in the harsh slavery. One year, day after day, muddle along.

Until the ushering in death, to the end of life.

Therefore, at this time, Shen Hanri also felt that all this seemed too unreal.

A quarter of an hour later, he completed the basic checks, confirmed the current time, and then sat by the bed in a dim environment.He gave himself strong psychological hints over and over again, but his face was still changing in the darkness.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand and looked at his palm.

During this period, my physical fitness was so "weak" that it was pitiful.

Even without counting the mechanical prosthetics and neural implants that he has long been accustomed to, the external equipment that replaces the parts and functions of his own organic tissues, only the body itself—

The human body is still a naturally evolved human body without the genetic tailoring technology of the recovery era. The life potential has not been liberated by bioengineering, and almost all organs have redundant functions.

Such inferior vitality, not to mention surviving in the dead wasteland of the post-apocalypse era, I am afraid that they will not survive the post-apocalypse era at all, and will directly die in the early stage of the catastrophe.

——In the dead wasteland, there are not even cockroaches.

A sense of urgency emerged in Shen Hanri's heart. He had cursed countless times in bioengineering and mechanical implantation, and felt that under the double reinforcement necessary for survival, he became more and more inhuman and ghostless. , desperately longing to be able to return to the way it was before.

But now that his dream had come true, he felt extremely uneasy.

Reborn back to this time node, but I have no power at all, even self-protection is a problem, can I really change anything?

"Calm down, there must be a way..."

He muttered to himself, thinking hard, searching his guts, trying to sort out a way out from the information he had.

Slowly, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if at the end of the boundless despair of darkness and sinking, there appeared a glimmer of light.

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This phenomenon is not an exception.

The flames of war continued in the Greek world, spreading to time and space dimensions one after another, shaking the foundation of the cosmic dimension. The vast sea of ​​stars is just a corner of the chessboard for the great existence of the upper realm, and the most terrifying thing is that such a great existence There are quite a few.

It can even be said that there are many. After all, the infinite world is infinitely vast. Beyond the known is the unknown, and beyond the unknown there will always be the unknown. Although the saints beyond the human realm are noble, if we look at the absolutely infinite multiverse, then The bases are likewise infinite.

Because no matter how slim the probability is, if it is multiplied by infinity, the result will be obvious insanity.

In addition, the divine power has transcended the unit time and space, and radiated and spread toward the multiple space-time structure. The immortal can rule the world, the immortal can be transformed into trillions, and the name is second only to omniscience and omnipotence. Now these terrifying existences are happening They entered the arena one after another, transforming each quadrant into a battle line.

Often there is no direct force collision...

But neither time nor space can hinder them. History and the world line are weapons in their hands. Each drop represents the collision of "God's will" and forms the destiny trajectory of the universe.

(End of this chapter)