Abnormal Survival: Become a Weird Girl

She always believed that life has a source.

From the very beginning of this extraordinary path....

Rice ears germinate, and life multiplies like a miracle.

Grow, worship, pay tribute.

The wind and rain are smooth, and nature is closely related to the development of the earth...

Navia, who was lucky enough to acquire the power of life, became a god after a long time....

The people believed in Him and established Fertile Christianity for Him.

Faith shapes gods, and faith makes gods.

At that time, Navia felt the miracle of life exactly.

Go up to legendary creatures that cross the mountains to the Divenka plague rats crawling in the dark.

All existing beings are slowly advancing in the same direction, and the small beliefs form an extremely powerful force when they come together.

The original gods were made... They represent the will of a race, they represent the image of a race.

As a gentle and merciful deity, he does not involve any contention between believers, nor does he involve "holy war" between gods due to contradictions.

Navia himself is a living deity, and his eyes unknowingly cross the entire planet.

The empire called him "Fertile", the northern region called him the "mother of recovery", the southern region called him the "breeding messenger"

, he witnessed the rise of one culture after another, and also witnessed the curtain call of one civilization after another.

Some gods have gradually disappeared into the trajectory of civilization because of times and wars, and they have either died in wars against each other.

Or die ... Get out of hand?

Lost faith and ancient gods seem to be unable to escape a fate, replaced by new gods of equal power, and inexplicably out of control and become fallen gods.

The benevolent Navia began her own research and exploration....

He has observed many forgotten and fallen gods, studied their bodies, and analyzed the causes of loss of control.

......

"The more powerful the creature, the more sensitive the inspiration becomes with time and experience."

"When you lose your faith, the spirit of the gods becomes more and more fragile."

"What might they see?"

Navia held her head, surrounded by thousands of flowers and branches, her soft eyes were full of kindness.

He is surrounded by arrogant and conceited newborn gods, who have not been polished by the times, and the character of mortal creatures still restricts these "bugs" who think they are the world's top existence.

They either let out laughter without concealment or show a look of incomprehension.

Only a few ancient people valued the words of this old acquaintance.

The hunting god of the Northland stood up, the huge figure and the scar of honor were a long precipitation, and the wild gray hair and sharp pupils were full of exploration and bravery.

"The battle of trapped beasts, the shackles and true knowledge are beyond that sea of stars..." His

majestic voice was full of inquiring desire and a trace of caution and incomprehension.

As the most inspired deity, the ancient god of hunting found the organization.

The two ancient gods hit it off and began to explore the out-of-control gods.

In the course of decades of joint research, the team has gradually expanded.

Some of the most inspired gods took the initiative to find Navia's group, and all the gods who gathered together had one thing in common.

Close to the out-of-control gods, or rather....

Feel the prying gods.

......

Time goes on.

With the help of a newborn deity, the Stormman.

The gods have discovered an astonishing secret.

Outside the "world" there is an even wider "world".

The storm disciples who mastered the merry flow successfully opened a passage in a long period of exploration.

According to Him, on the other side of the passage, a "voice" was calling to Him. That voice can communicate, and he knows the culture and civilization here very deeply, as if he were a well-meaning friend, but he was a little jumpy when he spoke, and he liked to make innocuous jokes.

Now it seems that this attempt is to open the door to chaos, and the price of exploring the unknown is beyond the imagination of all gods. That voice is the guide to hell....

At that moment, they realized how ridiculous and ignorant it was to call themselves "gods."

The Stormman was dissipated like a bug by a huge and incomprehensible vortex, and the buzz resounded in the sky.

Compared with the world-destroying wind and suffocating light, the wind flow of the storm is as weak as a river compared to the Han Sea.

The opening of the passage accelerated the invasion of the instigation of the astral objects, and the native gods accelerated the process of self-destruction.

One god after another fell out of control, and the god standing on the top of the world hammered his brain like a mad demon.

The chaos of the gods led to repeated holy wars for mortals.

Only then did Navia realize that she had made the wrong decision.

But it's too late....

The monsters of the astral realm tore apart the "bubble" and descended with a huge eye of storm everywhere.

Just a weak avatar is enough to destroy an entire country, and their terrifying looks and incomprehensible strength make people despair.

The invasion of devastation is like sightseeing....

The hunting god of the Northland decided to find out and entered the hot eye of the storm alone.

His figure dissipated like a leaf sinking into the sea, leaving only a word.

"It turns out that this is the inevitable end, you want to-"

The invasion of monsters became more and more serious, all kinds of dependents, all kinds of creatures crawled through the cracks, a body incarnated by the flesh of a native god, as if all creatures were just derivatives and seeds of unknown existence.

Navia finally accepted her call....

He saw a "mother", different from other external beings....

This "mother" was kind and tolerant, and not only did not kill him, but gave herself great power.

"The source of life, the primordial power of all life."

With this power, Navia guarded the empire for some time while surviving.

But over time, though... He found that his power and flesh and blood had begun to twist and change.

Perhaps that is the essence of life, twisted flesh and blood change with will, and huge monsters become the best barriers.

Unknowingly in Navia, he is tainted by a benevolent "mother" who has no malice but is destined to be his inherent format.

......

"He

became a polluter

, people wailed and turned into monsters, rich spores spread to the outside world, creatures everywhere they went, flesh and blood multiplied."

During the period of loss of control, Navia personally destroyed the last civilization and destroyed the last empire that survived.

The account of fertility dates back to the very beginning of His loss of control... He is dead....

The gods fell.

Only He is alive....

"Mother" loves all life equally.

The evil spirits' fighting abilities are beyond imagination, and the immortal monsters tear apart the avatars of outsiders and expel the alien gods who are trying to descend completely.

Responding to Navia's instincts, they defeated all enemies in a fiery frenzy, laughing to the end in a form that could be called bizarre.

So the great "mother" loves all life equally, but in his eyes... The form of life is something that is ignored.

"Mother" sublimates Navia, preserving the native creatures of the planet, in the form of rampant monsters.

The last

voice awakened Him in a frenzy.

Navia will never forget that voice....

The incongruous and emotional language, the presence of the outside world that can communicate without barriers.

"If you wake up, I guess something more interesting will happen."

"Hello, I'm a kind person who likes to tell the truth..." "It's

a pleasure to see your world."

Navia looked up.

He saw hell.

"Hahaha..." The

voice was not malicious, just a simple laugh, just a smile.