Dimensional Bookstore

At ten minutes before nine, Le Jing put down his book, stood up from his desk, and stretched his body.

Le Ling asked: [Are you leaving, Le Jing?]

"Yes." He smiled and asked: "Are you ready?"

Le Ling said proudly: [Of course, it's just a small program without intelligence. Three days will be enough.]

Le Jing smiled slightly, took a black windbreaker from the hanger beside him and put it on, adjusting the collar of the windbreaker in front of the mirror.

The young man in the mirror had amber eyes and a smile of interest on his lips, and he looked in a good mood.

The warm sunlight shines through the glass and casts bright shadows on the bedroom floor. The vinyl record player on the mahogany desk is turning slowly, and the melodious chorus echoes in the small bedroom:

"Kyrieeleison (Lord! Have mercy on us)

Christeeleison (Christ, please have mercy on us)

RequiemaeternamDonaeisdomine (Lord, please grant them eternal rest)

EisdomineEtlusperpetuaLuceatcis (and shine on them with eternal light)

...

Kyrieeleison (Lord, please have mercy)

Christeeleison (Christ, please have mercy)

Kyrieeleison (Lord, please have mercy)

Christeeleison (Christ, please have mercy)..."

The singing becomes more and more exciting and loud. Le Jing closes his eyes slightly, taps his fingers on the table to keep the rhythm, and hums "In Memoriam" from the Winchester Cathedral Choir.

Faint music came from upstairs and lingered in the quiet bookstore on the first floor.

Victor shook his ears, and the great devil's keen hearing allowed him to hear the lyrics clearly. His whole cat face wrinkled in disgust. As a devil, he was naturally disgusted with such hymns.

I don't know what the great devil has suddenly done.

Victor was halfway through his uninterested yawn when he heard the sound of people coming down the stairs. The footsteps were brisk, revealing the owner's good mood.

Ten seconds later, Le Jing appeared at the stairs with a bright smile that could be called joy. He was wearing a sophisticated black windbreaker and shirt, and his black riding boots made a dull sound on the wooden floor, and he walked towards the door step by step.

Although Le Jing was smiling, Victor felt a chill in his heart that made him tremble. He arched his body in fear, and the hair on his body was about to explode.

Danger!

Every cell in his body was clamoring for the danger of the young man at this time.

Although he was just a mortal with little power, Le Jing still made Victor feel a little afraid. It was like a brutal beast majestically patrolling its territory after eating and drinking.

He took a step back cautiously, and almost subconsciously looked at Keynes who was sitting at the counter to watch the store.

Keynes certainly noticed that Le Jing was not in the right state at this time. He stood up a little flustered, turned his head to look at the young man who had walked to the door, and his eyes showed a trace of worry: "What are you going to do? I'll go with you."

The young man paused, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and smiled, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on his clean eyebrows, making him more sacred at this time.

"I'm going to punish the criminals." The young man answered softly, with a divine light in his slightly closed eyes, "You don't have to follow."

"I'm going!" Victor stopped behind him, and he lowered his voice and pleaded stubbornly: "Please take me with you."

Le Jing tilted his head slightly, his warm amber eyes contained a toughness that could not be refused, "Be obedient." He walked out, and the unfinished words drifted in the store: "Take good care of the store."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared at the door.

Keynes pursed his thin lips tightly, and his deep facial features were as cold and hard as a marble sculpture, as if the eternal chill from the thousand-year-old snow mountain lingered in his dark green eyes, which successfully made Victor shiver.

Victor covered his eyes sadly. Why did life always make things difficult for him, a weak and helpless little cat?

...

Le Jing suddenly appeared in a strange space.

There was no sky or earth in the space, only pure darkness. The dazzling light fog above changed into various shapes, like the skirt of the goddess of dawn.

‘Is this the space where the Lord God is? ’

[Yes, that’s right.] Le Ling extended his mental power to scan the surroundings, and said with a smile: [In your human words, this is called pretending, right?]

After all, this is just a small space with imperfect laws, not even a world. The darkness around and the light fog above look cool, but in fact, it is just a special effect that looks high-end, which can only be used to bluff outsiders, and it has no special power.

Le Jing almost laughed at Le Ling’s accurate description. Sure enough, even Le Ling saw through the essence of this Lord God.

[I have successfully invaded the firewall of the Lord God system and obtained administrator rights. ] Le Ling's proud voice sounded in his mind: [Although it is a career planning system, I gave birth to the top Al of the Federation with independent consciousness. That little guy is just a program composed of data. He has no wisdom at all and no potential for development. , is no match for me who is constantly developing and evolving! 】If Le Ling had a body, he must be snoring with his nostrils upturned.

Of course, he still knew his priorities, so he just boasted a little and quickly got to the point: [I have locked the space where he is and can block his movements at any time. How are you going to deal with him? 】

"Of course..." Le Jing raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were deep and dark, flashing: "Treat him in his own way."

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Wu Long glanced at his watch and found that there were still five minutes left before nine o'clock. He shook his right foot impatiently, time passed so damn slowly, and he couldn't wait to watch the next performance.

Since he started watching the challenge the day before yesterday, he understood why the ancient Romans were so keen on watching gladiators' animal fighting performances. In fact, this kind of behavior can make people secrete a large amount of adrenal hormones, in other words, it can make people addicted.

Wu Long now also fell in love with this thrilling and bloody sport, of course as a bystander. Seeing these weak mortals fighting each other for a ridiculous reward really made him feel good.

He controls their destiny, and he is the god of destiny that they cannot disobey.

These wretches risked their lives for his paltry reward. But they don't know that even the champion can't return to the real world.

Wouldn't it be a waste to put such a powerful reincarnation in the real world? He should stay and be his servant, just like the previous 3S-level reincarnation, dedicating himself to him wholeheartedly.

"No. 1!" He called out the door.

This is the new name he gave to the 3S-level reincarnation. It is simple and clear, and much easier to remember than his previous name. It's boring to wait now, so just let him come in and give him a shoulder squeeze.

After a few seconds, he frowned.

What's going on?

"Number one!" he shouted again.

But this time No. 1 still didn't show up. It was quiet outside the palace door, and there seemed to be no one.

Although he could know what was happening outside the door as long as he let go of his mental power, he still ordered angrily: [System! What's going on! You go and see! 】

A harsh squeaking sound came out, as if someone was adjusting the microphone. In Wu Long's shocked expression, a clear and clear male voice with a smile suddenly sounded from his mind: [Hey, hey, can you hear me? ? 】

Wu Long suddenly stood up from his seat, looked left and right, and released his mental power to investigate without any scruples. A few seconds later, the result of the mental test made his face turn blue - nothing, nothing!

His servants and guards who were supposed to be guarding the door were nowhere to be seen! There was not even a bird at the entrance of the palace!

"Who are you!" He barely controlled himself to stay calm and said: "What is your purpose?" Do you know who I am? ! ’

[Wu Long, male, Han nationality, 30 years old, 76 meters tall, 75 kilograms in weight, occupation: main god. ] The owner of the voice chuckled and asked unhurriedly: [Am I right? 】

Wu Long's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face barely calmed down, and he even smiled: "This friend seems to know me very well. Since you already know my identity, you should naturally understand the power I control. , if you want something from me, you can show up openly, I will not help people who hide their heads and show their tails. "

Even now, Wu Long is still pretentious and pretentious, which almost makes Le Jing want to laugh.

[Now let me play a Latin song for Mr. Wu Long called "OFortuna" by the Papal Chorus. Please enjoy it. 】

Wu Long was stunned: What?

The next moment, a magnificent, sonorous and powerful chorus sounded in his mind.

【OFortuna(Oh, fate)

velutluna (like the moon)

statuvariabilis (changeable)

sempercrescis (sometimes full)

autdecrescis (sometimes missing)]

He obviously didn't know the language, but he strangely understood the meaning of the lyrics. He had only seen this powerful translation function used by the Lord God System. Could it be that the main god system was taken away?

A black figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

This was a young man wearing a black trench coat. He was standing at the foot of the steps holding a sword, looking up at him with a half-smile. It was obvious that he was looking up at Wu Long from a low place, but Wu Long could see the arrogant look in his deep eyes.

【vitadetestabilis(what a hateful life)

nuncobdurat (it was rough at first)

ettunccurat (later smooth)

ludomentisaciem (like being played by fate)]

"Do you like this song I gave you?" He was clearly smiling, but the young man's voice had a refreshing coolness.

Wu Long grimaced, and his whole body's energy flowed. The next moment, he appeared behind the young man, raised his fist and swung it straight at the young man's head, with a ferocious smile on his lips. He could almost imagine the miserable look of the young man's brain bursting.

[egestatem (whether poor or humble)

potestatem (or rich and noble)

(eventually disappears like melting ice and snow)]

Le Jing tilted his head slightly and easily dodged his fist, then he jumped up like a nimble black swallow, appeared behind Wu Long with a flexible backflip, and threw out a stream of true energy with two fingers to pierce Wu Long's back.

There was a "swish" sound like a paper tearing, and Wu Long, who was hit by Le Jing's true energy, turned into a tattered paper man and floated to the ground.

[Sorsimmanis (Wheel of Fortune)

etinanis (weird nothingness)

rotatuvolubilis (ruthlessly turning)]

The real Wu Long was standing in front of the throne, looking down at Le Jing.

Although he didn't know how this young man got control of the main god system, since he knew his secret, he could only die! Over the years, he has collected a lot of treasures with the help of the reincarnations. Even without the help of the main god system, it is more than enough to deal with this young man.

【statusmalus (vicious and cruel)

vanasalus (to destroy happiness and bliss)

semperdissolubilis (to destroy everything in an instant)】

He frowned, and began to feel annoyed by the noisy singing.

Seeing that Wu Long was about to attack him again, Le Jing said calmly: "Seal. Lock."

Wu Long's body stiffened, and his brain seemed to be cut off from the nerves of his whole body. No matter how hard he ordered in his heart, he couldn't even move his little finger.

"What did you do to me? You..."

The young man glanced at him coldly and ordered: "Shut up."

So Wu Long immediately silenced himself, and his lips could only make silent sounds.

In his anxious and terrified eyes, the young man slowly drew out his long sword and walked towards him step by step with the sword in hand.

[Sorssalutis (fate is against me)

etvirtutis (destroy health)

michinunccontraria (strike will)

estaffectus (ruthless strike)

etdefectus (brutal oppression)

semperinangaria (enslave my heart)]

The singing in his head became more and more passionate and powerful, like a war drum that was going to smash his skull to pieces. His face became paler and paler, for the approaching young man and for the ominous meaning conveyed by the lyrics.

The sharp sword tip drew bright sparks on the white marble floor of the palace. In Wu Long's horrified eyes, this mysterious man walked up the steps step by step, stood in front of him, and then slowly showed him a happy smile.

At the same time, the song in his mind also came to an end: [Hacinhora (right now)

sinemora (no more hesitation)

cordepulsumtangite (play the sad elegy)]

The young man held the sword and cut off his arm slowly like cutting tofu: "Those who play with the fate of others should be careful not to become the object of fate's play."

[quodpersortem (for the fate)

sternitfortem (the strong who were defeated)

mecumomnesplangite! (Let's weep and lament together!)]

"When you play with fate, fate is also playing with you."

[OFortuna (Oh, fate)]

The young man smiled and said this to Wu Long, who was sitting on the throne and was cut into a human stick.

Wu Long finally fainted.

Le Jing shrugged, "I thought he could hold on longer, but I didn't expect him to be so useless."

Originally, Le Jing thought that Wu Long chose to become the main god, so he should have something special. I didn't expect that he was just a clown who was blinded by power and didn't know how high the sky was. How boring.

Without the qualifications to match his ambition, what awaits him is only self-destruction.

Le Jing raised the corner of his mouth, and a hint of evil taste flashed in his eyes. If Wu Long wakes up and finds that he is unharmed and just had a nightmare, I wonder what his expression will be.

That's right, everything just now was an illusion that Le Jing asked Le Ling to construct. In reality, Wu Long just slept.

But this is not because Le Jing is soft-hearted, but because he thinks that just killing him is too easy for him. The so-called giving someone a taste of his own medicine is certainly not as simple as letting him have a nightmare.

When Wu Long wakes up, he will find that he has become a reincarnation struggling to survive in thousands of worlds. He will continue to shuttle through countless reincarnations and will never be redeemed. Le Ling has modified the main god system program bound to Wu Long. From now on, Wu Long's main god system will become a strict jailer to guard Wu Long, the prisoner. It will issue various tasks for Wu Long to execute, so that he can also experience the so-called "failure and obliteration".

[Le Jing, if you are given a chance to choose again, will you still choose to open a bookstore? ] Le Ling suddenly asked: [If you change your career, under my power, you will have much more wealth, power and strength than now. ]

The young man blinked and suddenly smiled, his smile was arrogant, wanton, and contemptuous: "Human life span is only more than a hundred years, and any wealth, power and strength cannot resist time. Under the power of time, they are short-lived and vulnerable."

"But there is only one thing that is eternal in the vast time, and that is knowledge."

"Things change and stars move, the sea overturns and mulberry fields turn upside down, only knowledge will always shine in the starry sky of mankind, and become the belief that generations pursue throughout their lives."

The young man smiled with his lips curled, his eyebrows clear like a child: "The road is long and arduous, I will search up and down."

"This is a lonely road, and I will keep going."

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The lyrics of "OFortuna" are adapted from the opera "Carmina Burana" composed by the famous German musician Carl Orff