Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

Even if Ling Xiao was eager to try, she couldn't just leave like she did before.

First, the injury has not healed yet, and the bones are still visible below the ankle. I can't just think it's too unchallenging and give myself a serious injury buff.

Secondly, Ling Xiao finally understood what kind of treatment the taskers under the command of the main god were given. Without going into too much detail, at least after completing a world, there was a month of rest.

This is a mandatory regulation.

Care about employees' mental health and prevent bullying among employees, such as some people threatening and forcing employees in poor condition to perform tasks.

How can this be possible? They are all the property of the Lord God Dad... Ah, no, they are my dear employees.

The above is Ling Xiao’s pretentious complaints.

Of course, she was also very happy when she rested. The floor was too hard, so she replaced it with a valuable jade bed made by a master of refining in a certain world. She ate delicacies and famous wines produced in the gourmet world...

At this time, the lackey system came up again, and massaged the legs very attentively:

"Host, we have so many points. They are just sitting there anyway. Why not use them properly? This will make your hard work worthwhile."

Ling Xiao held her chin and thought, was it hard for her to complete the mission? It seemed not... Of course it was!

"Let it go if you fart."

Paji, it stuck to the host's body, sobbing and telling about the difficulty of working on the system, and even cited several examples of being bullied, with tears streaming down its face, looking sad and miserable.

Then he recounted in detail his loyalty to the host, the effort he had made, and the blood he had shed.

Finally, before Ling Xiao got impatient, she wiped away her tears and said loudly:

"That's right, host, can you buy some skills and bloodline or something like that?"

The system's eyes were filled with tears: "Our system relies on this to earn points." It seemed to have thought of something, and its eyes were erratic:

"Other hosts have bought a lot. These bloodlines and skills are all very good. Host, you should buy some too. Not only can it enhance your own strength, but it also supports this system."

"Not interested in."

Ling Xiao was not moved by the system's performance at all. She tilted her head while eating ice cream. Why were all the systems raised by the Lord God so weird? She had not forgotten the incident of a certain system promoting loans before.

Could it be that the main god is an intermediary platform, controlling all kinds of resources, and the system below is to promote subordinates, who have no basic salary and have to rely on themselves to make a living?

Although I have points, the system looks pitiful, but what should I do if it doesn't want to give them to me?

"No!"

When I heard this, I felt as if I had lost my parents. I used the rhetoric of my predecessors that I had worked hard to learn, and spoke earnestly, presenting facts and reasoning.

One after another, the breathtaking "products" are listed, including magic weapons for immortal heroes, from common items like the Iron Sword to the top-notch ones like the Demon-Calling Sword and the Heaven-Splitting Axe.

As well as services ranging from Qi training to the initiation of the primordial spirit, of course the prices are very touching.

And so on, there is a wide variety of fantasy, two-dimensional, and technological products from high to low.

Ordinary people will inevitably be dazzled and shaken when they see it, and they will be focused on earning points to exchange for strength.

After all, these seem very reliable. You don’t need to explore on your own, and you don’t have to experience the helplessness of having no way forward. You just need to exchange them along the way. How cool is that.

People are always good at taking shortcuts.

After the show, his saliva was almost dry, and he looked at the host with sparkling eyes, hoping that she would be interested.

Ling Xiao finished his ice cream and bit a popsicle stick. He originally wanted to knock on the system, but looking at his silly and cute appearance, he sighed and gave up.

"These things are all exaggerated. Of course, I believe that the Lord God will not make completely false propaganda. At most, he will give a 50% discount, but..."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand, and his fingertips lightly traced the tempting goods like the wind caressing the willows - there were even things like priesthood and godhood for sale.

She paused, approached the system and said coldly:

"...All the strength is not yours, but comes from the Lord God. How is this different from being controlled?"

The system was in a state of shock, but the words in its ears continued:

"Oh, there is a slight difference. These illusory powers require the tasker to go through life and death for the Lord God, complete the task and earn points to obtain them."

"Look at what the Lord God has paid? Strength that can be taken back at any time, and a string of numbers that have been given value."

A mocking chuckle reached his ears, and he felt his sea of ​​data trembling, and his eyes became straight.

It sounds so reasonable. It turns out that the Lord God is the biggest winner.

"But why can the Lord God do this? Is there no one to resist?"

Ling Xiao spat out the popsicle stick, frowned, and felt that it was a bit hurtful to his teeth. He let go of the system and continued to lie down lazily.

"They have the world's resources at their disposal, they have strong backers above them, they have subordinates below them, and they have ample military force.

Ordinary taskers don't want to be exploited, but there are others who want to be. They have no right to negotiate, so why should they talk about resistance? "

Oh, the more I talk about it, the more envious I become. When will I be able to make the most of my resources and become the master of the show? Stop, be careful. I’ve failed once.

The system's voice brought her back to reality, and she suddenly realized:

"No wonder the hosts of those top-level systems are either masters of the art of voting like you, or indigenous awakeners. At worst, they have formed their own power systems and are free from constraints."

Mad, so angry, I licked you guys so much and you didn’t even remind me, you have no brotherhood at all.

The system was furious, but it couldn't tell anyone for fear of damaging the image of this great system.

Ling Xiao only took a casual glance and guessed most of the answers from the system. This was the best he could do.

A place doesn't really need too many high-end combat forces. They are equivalent to senior executives who have a say or even a certain share. As for the other cows and horses, what are they good at knowing so much?

A truly smart person can naturally see through it, but as for those who can't see through it, why should the Lord God care?

…………

A month passed quickly.

In midsummer, a layer of gray-yellow color floats in the sky, hot air rises, and the whole city is like a steamer.

A secret and dark place, covered with black cloth everywhere, with only a few candles as thick as arms burning, bringing a dim yellow light.

The light flickered on the face of the man in black who stood like a sculpture, full of mysterious and evil meanings.

The white-haired man who looked like a leader opened his hands enthusiastically:

"The pure lamb has been offered. God of the giant snake that devours everything, please open your eyes and look at our humble believers. Grant us the strength to fight for you!"

The other men in black had desire and fanaticism in their eyes that burned like flames as they looked at the strange altar in front of them.

On the altar with intricate patterns painted in blood, there lay a fair-skinned girl. She was even wearing a blue and white school uniform, with her eyes closed.

There was a wound deep enough to see the bone on the neck, wrists, and ankles, and bright red blood seemed to be flowing regardless of the rules. The blood did not flow randomly, but gathered in the pattern.