I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

"We have arrived at the terminal, Contract Eighteen City. Please take your belongings and get off the bus in an orderly manner..."

After hearing the voice announcement,

Huang Ye stuffed his student ID card, which he had flipped all the way, into his messenger bag. Passing through the corridor full of industrial metal style, facing the warm morning sun, he saw the strong atmosphere of life outside the subway entrance.

"Shaobing, delicious shaobing."

"Fresh fruit, cheap for sale."

"Second-hand feature phone, collected from the ruins of the rioters, only 30,000 federal coins, guaranteed to be authentic."

"Hitchhiking, we will leave when it is full, only one person is missing!"

"Look, selling discs, hot discs, everyone is not curious enough, I still have people and pets!"

The hawking voices are endless.

These are scenes that are not seen in his hometown.

From childhood to adulthood, Huang Ye has only seen theft, rape, burning, looting, and even the escaped extraordinary people, making strange chaos in his hometown. The tense and oppressive environment inevitably made him indifferent.

Back to Contract City, it is rare to relax a little.

"Student brother, are you going back to school?" The driver stopped the road with a smile.

Huang Ye asked cautiously: "How much is it to go back to Heji No. 3 Middle School?"

"Only 300."

Huang Ye looked over and saw that there were many reserved students sitting in the van, looking at him expectantly.

It seemed that they wanted to leave for school earlier.

"300 per car?"

It was estimated that there were seven or eight people in the car. If they shared the money, it was acceptable.

"What are you talking about, 300 per person!"

"Are you robbing?" Huang Ye's face sank.

The driver was very dissatisfied: "I have quit that job a long time ago."

Huang Ye did not hesitate and turned around and left.

"Then how much do you think is appropriate?" The driver stopped him anxiously.

"30."

"You are a habitual offender, you can rob more than me."

The two parted unhappily.

Huang Ye decided to take the bus back.

The price was not cheap, one yuan per kilometer.

The air in the car was not circulated, and I was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner. With the residual vomit smell, it was very stuffy.

After paying 30 yuan, Huang Ye got off the bus with a livid face.

Looking at the vehicle that left with a dark exhaust, he silently memorized the license plate number. He vowed that if he had the chance, he would definitely tear off the roof of the bus that passed by the school.

"Commissioner Huang, you're back!"

At the school gate, he ran into a classmate who was returning to school.

The man came forward in surprise, and when he got closer, he noticed that Huang Ye's face was not very good.

"Are you carsick?" The classmate asked in surprise.

"Just poisoned." Huang Ye didn't want to say more and walked straight to the campus.

Contract No. 3 Middle School is ranked in the top three in the entire city.

All students who are enrolled are smart and devout, at least they have to look devout on the surface.

Only believers with firm beliefs can gain the recognition of the gods and become extraordinary people.

"At 4 pm, all students who have not awakened, go to the temple to confess!"

"Maybe you can still get the mercy of the gods!"

During the self-study class, the head teacher spoke in a serious tone.

There are only a few days left for the college entrance examination. In a class of 40 people, there are still more than 10 students who have not awakened.

It's like a student taking the physical education exam and getting a zero in physical education. It's really against the will of heaven.

He looked around the class with a cold and dissatisfied look.

Seeing Huang Ye's disapproving expression, he felt even more upset.

He was obviously above average in terms of education, but he just couldn't awaken.

He doesn't look insincere!

Could he really have no talent?

"Huang Ye, you lead the team in the afternoon."

"If no one awakens, don't come back."

After the head teacher left disappointed, the class was in chaos in an instant.

"Huang Ye, why haven't you awakened yet!"

"Will that mean you won't be able to go to college?"

"No way!"

"He is obviously the most pious one among us!"

"I don't understand!"

"I believe that your sincerity will sooner or later be noticed by the gods!"

Many classmates were worried and expressed comfort.

It was no secret in the class that Huang Ye came from the ruins of the riot.

Driven by curiosity, I found that Huang Ye was a good person. He was not competitive, emotionally stable, rarely angry, and surprisingly mature in both psychology and behavior.

Boys were willing to talk to him, and girls enjoyed sharing their troubles with him.

After three years of contact, he had already won the recognition of teachers and students, and pushed Huang Ye to the position of class leader of the psychological committee.

Huang Ye did not participate in the discussion.

Instead, he took out the required course "Superhuman" which he had read countless times and read it silently.

This book briefly describes the gods believed in by each city-state and the characteristics of superhumans. The content is very simple, and only the content about the contract master has a deeper description.

But it has never been able to solve the mystery in Huang Ye's heart.

"Under the influence of my father, I became a believer in [Destruction]."

"But I can recite the doctrine of [Contract] without any problem, and even praise his name of God."

"Is this the special nature of the [Destruction] path, or does this special nature come from myself?"

Huang Ye didn't know.

But he had a vague feeling that all this seemed to be related to his missing father.

After his faith was destroyed, a strange feeling appeared in his mind.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could always vaguely see a series of earthen mounds appearing in front of him, like a grave.

Huang Ye had an illusion that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the graveyard.

"Be quiet, we are still in class!"

The study committee member at the same table could not bear to see Huang Ye being disturbed, so he spoke up to stop the noise.

After class, the unawakened students consciously gathered in front of Huang Ye's desk.

Huang Ye looked at their sad expressions and closed the textbook: "Let's go and repent."

Every school has a temple.

The decoration is not luxurious, more like a large classroom.

However, the podium was replaced by a vague-looking gilded stone statue.

More than four meters high, close to the ceiling.

The statue representing the [Contract] opened its arms as if to welcome its believers.

The costumes carved on the stone statues have a symmetrical and coordinated beauty.

"Commissioner Huang, I don't think I can go to college."

Someone is depressed.

"I obviously worked very hard, but I just couldn't get God's approval."

There were tears in someone's eyes.

They all expressed their feelings in front of Huang Ye without any burden.

"With the college entrance examination approaching, everyone is under great pressure."

"Me too."

Huang Ye looked at the dozen or so worried classmates and patiently comforted him:

"Just think, I should be the most regretful."

"My grades are higher than those of you, but I can't become a contractor."

"I got such a high cultural score for nothing. After graduating from high school, I will have to compete with you group of poor students for jobs."

"Maybe one of you will become my boss."

"Who am I to argue with this?"

The classmates were all amused.

I got a lot of comfort from Huang Ye's self-deprecating words.

But it’s really a pity.

Today's human cities are built on wasteland.

Educational resources are scarce, and those who are not extraordinary do not even have the opportunity to go to college.

Perhaps many ordinary people have to wander around this city throughout their lives.

"If anyone among us can become a contractor, I hope it is you."

"Even if it doesn't work now, if I become a contractor in the future, I can pass the adult college entrance examination and enter university."

A girl stared into Huang Ye's eyes and said hopefully.

These slightly ambiguous words made the young classmates make ambiguous noises.

The female classmate was so embarrassed that she quickly hid in a corner and pretended to recite the teachings silently.

"Stop making trouble."

"Hurry up and repent and recite the teachings."

"Maybe there is still someone who can get God's attention."

Huang Ye dispersed the booing classmates.

Sitting nearby in the first row, leaning on the back of the chair, staring at the statue in a daze.

Soon after, another group of people entered the temple in an orderly manner.

When he found someone inside, he restrained his voice and sat down quietly.

Huang Ye and the leader looked at each other and nodded, knowing that they also came to the gods to repent.

The content of the confession is pretty much the same.

It's nothing more than blaming himself for not having firm faith and not being loyal enough. If he gets extraordinary powers, he will definitely give back to the gods, etc.

In Huang Ye's view, he is like a senior old man, making bitter, small and expired cakes to banks and employers.

Desire to get loans, that is, extraordinary ability.

“I don’t even believe it, but will God believe it?”

Huang Ye laughed with disdain.

Repentance is obviously useless, but as a believer of destruction, hiding in the contract city, you must have a posture.

"After all, I am considered a human heretic."

Huang Ye laughed at himself slightly.

He quickly corrected his attitude, clasped his hands tightly in front of his chest, and put them against his mouth and nose.

After closing his eyes, the tombs hidden in his consciousness became increasingly clear.

"wrong."

"I'm not approaching it."

Huang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were shocked: "It's the tombs that are approaching me?"