After I became an ancient god

federal central district

inside the government building

In the meeting room, there is a meeting about opening trade routes.

"...Then it's settled. The draft trade treaty has been signed, and the formal signing will be after the presidential election is completed!"

Several high-level officials at the meeting made such a conclusion.

Kun Deming, who was squeezed out and sat in the corner of the conference table, was ignored several times. He frowned, and still wanted to make a final struggle: "Mr. President, Articles 102 and 134 of this treaty require Revise again, the interests are so involved, we still have to think carefully..."

Although Kun Deming used euphemistic words and called it revision, in fact, other members of the conference room saw Kun Deming's intention to postpone the signing of the treaty again.

The other high-level officials looked at him silently, some showed embarrassment, while others showed sarcasm, as if they were looking at a clown.

The gray-haired parliamentary leader got up to sort out the documents, but did not answer Kun Deming's words.

In his opinion, Kun Deming, a young man, is still too eager for quick success. The council has already made a lot of concessions because of his previous obstructions, and it would be too much to be satisfied.

After a long while, the chairman of the parliament glanced at Kun Deming slowly: "The minority obeys the majority. This is the purpose of the parliament. Candidate Kun, please calm down and concentrate on preparing for the next presidential election. Don't worry about these things anymore... ..."

After speaking, more than a dozen high-level executives left the venue one after another, leaving only Kun Deming with a dejected expression in the contempt and coldness of everyone.

The lights in the conference room dimmed, and the shadow hit Kun Deming's face, only a pair of eyes shone with uncertain light and shade in the shadow.

Formal agreements are made after the presidential elections.

Although the treaty has not yet been formally signed, the draft has already been finalized. Even if he is elected president at that time, it will be difficult to change it under heavy resistance, not to mention that the Vol people have already noticed that something is wrong with him.

They are bound to stumble in the presidential election.

"..." Kun Deming clenched his fists, suppressing the despair in his heart.

After all, he was powerless to stop all this.

Perhaps he was really too eager, too afraid of the recurrence of the nightmare of his previous life, so that his actions were too reckless, and he exhausted all means in order to obstruct the agreement.

Even though they had told the chairman of the council and several high-level officials in private about all the interests, they still would rather believe in the immediate interests than Kun Deming's words that were more like conspiracy theories.

In particular, there has been news that the neighboring country next door has signed a treaty with the Vols, agreed to the request to open the route, and obtained the high-tech weapon blueprints donated by the Vols.

This was the last straw that overwhelmed the top federal officials.

No high-level executive wants to watch an empire that is hostile to its own country take away all benefits.

They must catch up, and cannot be seized by the empire to surpass the federation.

Although Kun Deming is currently the most powerful presidential candidate, backed by a long-standing political family and a group of loyal supporters, he still has no way to confront most of the top leaders of the entire federation.

At most, the signing of the treaty can only be postponed until the end of the general election a month later, but preparations are already underway, and preparations are made for alien aviation and trade.

"Kunde...Mr. Ming, right? Sorry, I'm not familiar with the names of your distant stars~"

At this moment, a humanoid creature wearing a gray robe stood beside Kun Deming, his tone seemed to be very friendly, but it also seemed to be superior.

Kun Deming got up and tidied up the documents on the table without turning his head to look at them, as if he lost interest in everything after being hit.

Seeing this, the humanoid raised his eyebrows and laughed noncommittally.

"Excuse me, let me introduce myself, my name is Joe.

I came here this time because I heard that you have always had doubts about the trade treaty. Haha, this is what people from the distant stars call a conspiracy theory patient!In fact, there is no need to be so vigilant, after all, the technology of our planet Vol is far beyond your imagination, what can I plan here..."

"We are here to bring peace to the people of the distant stars. We love peace and are committed to spreading peace in the distant stars. We don't want to be enemies of people.

Or, I heard that some far star officials are very concerned about things like money and have the habit of asking for bribes, so maybe you just want to get more benefits from us? "

The Wall man named Joe said, and walked a little closer.

It was tall and slender, with long robes and shawls, a flat head, sunken eyes, and pupils twice the size of a normal human being, and there was a skeptical gleam in them.

It is suspicious of this distant star.

Obviously they have always been well camouflaged, and it is impossible for these natives who have not been exposed to the interstellar rules to notice the traps set in their treaties, not to mention that they have specially given so many great benefits for low-level civilizations .

However, the treaty, which was supposed to come to fruition in the imagination, has encountered considerable obstacles.

Under the obstruction of this distant star named Kun Deming, the Federation has only agreed to the plan of piloting the holographic helmet until now, and even the treaty has been pushed to after the presidential election.

Joe wondered if the man from the distant star knew something he shouldn't know, and in that case, he should consider silence.

Anyway, he is a native of a low-level civilization, and his methods are a little more secretive, and no one will know if he is killed casually.

In fact, if it wasn't for the greater benefit from this planet, it wouldn't be bothered to flirt with these inferior gene natives. It is the limit to be able to speak so gently now.

If it hadn't been advised by its companions to be careful, it would have wanted to directly use force to oppress it.

Sensing Joe's approach, Kun Deming stopped his movements, and the expression of his eyes under the bangs changed, and finally turned into a disguised greed.

"...So, what benefits can you give me?"

After listening to Kun Deming's words, Joe seemed to be taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that the native who had repeatedly obstructed the signing of the trade treaty would be so moved by the bribe he casually said.

Joe dubiously chatted with Kun Deming, promising many benefits, such as guaranteeing that he can ascend to the presidency.

Kun Deming agreed to Joe's terms with a greedy expression.

Soon, the two said their goodbyes with smiles on their faces, and seemed to reach a consensus.

But turning around, the two of them showed different expressions on their faces, and left the conference room with their own ghosts.

In the corridor outside the door, Kun Deming put away the greedy and ugly smile on his face, and left without looking back at the Vol people behind him.

Qiao squinted his eyes on the spot, looking at Kun Deming with a contemptuous expression.

This despicable native, think he can hide it from me?

Joe took out a crystal ball, cast magic on it, and soon realized that few of what Kun Deming said were true, but what he said about wanting to get the presidency seemed to be true, and all the lies were also there. Normal category for a hypocritical politician or something.

Is it really just a speculator who wants to get more benefits?

Joe hesitated, a little puzzled, but after a moment he gave up.

It doesn't want to care too much about these natives, as long as the treaty can be signed, and today is the day when the holographic helmet is officially piloted.

The companions from the empire have successfully launched the game and uploaded millions of soul data to the star network, so it also needs to be faster.

By the way, today seems to be the day when a new partner of Wei Yawenming opens a new game. Qiao remembers that game seems to be a chaotic background that is extremely unfriendly to NPCs.

Bababa——It just so happened that the federation gave it a bad impression.

That's all for this game, let these federations have a good taste of the pain. Anyway, as long as they go online once, they will never be able to leave again. It is not worried that the federation will interrupt the signing of the agreement because of this.

Smiling, Joe adjusted the access network of the Federation's holographic helmets with the star network access terminal hanging on his earlobe.

When the agreement comes into effect, it will be the day when the Vol people will act recklessly, and they will no longer have to be angry with these natives.

Heh, I still want to take kickbacks from it and block the signing of the agreement. I hate such a thing that doesn't know what is good or bad. At that time, it will definitely torture that guy named Kun Deming to death!

After fantasizing like this for a while, Qiao finally relieved the anger in his heart, sneered, and left the place.

At this time, Ke Su had just walked out of the room.

He took the information and looked at the circled customer information.

The name of the first customer was [Giant Eye]. The name was a bit strange, but it was indeed what was written on the document. Ke Su opened the document and looked at the address, and followed the address to get on the subway.

Sitting on the subway, Ke Su looked at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, thinking about how to play the game after going back tonight. I don’t know what happened to [Reaper Era], whether the plot has come to an end, and I am looking forward to it.

Thinking about it, Ke Su pressed his forehead against the window and fell asleep at some point. Half asleep and half awake, he saw the blue planet in the game.

【Era of Death】

Two years have passed since the God of Gray Mist disappeared.

In the past two years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

First, country A claimed that they had developed genetic technology beyond the times, and launched an injection called genetic medicine. Anyone who injected the injection could gain supernatural powers.

The world was in an uproar.

After the first person to publicly inject an injection gains superpowers related to fire, everyone goes completely mad.

Everyone wants to be the one who acquires supernatural powers, and a large number of supernatural injections have been sold all over the world, making people more obsessed than drugs. The price of the proliferation of capable people.

In the first month, there was a buying frenzy for the whole people. In the second month, people with supernatural powers became stars. In the third month, many small countries were destroyed because of the unscrupulousness of people with supernatural powers.

In the fourth month, people discovered that the ability must be continuously injected to maintain it.

As a result, Country A became the lighthouse of the world, where countless people with supernatural powers gathered and possessed the most powerful group of people with supernatural powers in the world.

In the next two years, the world situation became more and more chaotic. Only country A still maintained a high-level attitude, overlooking the chaos of other countries.

"...This is a phenomenon that shouldn't exist!"

The girl named Kenariel said with deep hatred, "If the God of Gray Mist is alive, he will never allow country A to act so arrogantly!"

When the man named Rickon heard the words, his smile seemed a bit forced, and he agreed, "The God of Gray Mist... yes, but is he really that good?"

Kenariel's eyes sparkled: "Of course! That's the god of gray mist! Our most loving father, he is the only salvation in the last days. Without him, human beings would have been extinct long ago!"

Those years in the last days have proved the benevolence and greatness of the God of Gray Mist. Kenariel has experienced it personally, and she does not allow anyone to disagree with the greatness of the god.

Rickon looked at the girl in front of him, and couldn't help but think of his friend who claimed to be going to assassinate the gods, but has never heard from him since, and his eyes were dark.

He still doesn't understand why some people believe in a god who is obviously a different kind. He is not human, and how to determine whether he has good intentions or malice towards human beings?

Or maybe, in His eyes, human beings are not worth mentioning at all... After all, these fanatics are just believing in the gods in their hearts, and no one wants to really explore the true identity of the gods.

"We are going to rescue the gods this time! Gods should not be bound by humans! Although some people say that it is a good thing for gods to be imprisoned, so that the end is postponed, but that is the fate of mankind after all! Country A's practice of imprisoning gods is indeed true. It's despicable!"

"When the gods recover, human beings will definitely face the most terrible punishment!"

Kenariel looked sad, and her light blue soft cheeks were full of worries about the gods and pessimism about the fate of human beings.

Rickon packed up the weapons in his hand, didn't say anything, just signaled Kenariel that they should go.

Although Kenariel wanted to continue talking about the future of mankind and the greatness of the gods, he also knew that now was not the time, so he took up his own weapon and followed.

The destination of their trip was an underground military base located in the depths of the Tali Desert in Country A. It was said that gods were imprisoned there.

This is the accurate news that the loyal believers of the God of Gray Mist have managed to find out, and they are ready to save the god.

Kenariel was one of them, and Rickon, who came in as a fake believer, was actually a member of the Rebel Army.

His purpose is exactly the opposite of that of Kenariel and others. He didn't come to rescue the so-called god of gray mist, but to kill him.

Regardless of whether he is a man or a god, under the high-enrichment nuclear enrichment bomb, there will only be one ending.

Pretending to inadvertently touch a small bump under the skin of his wrist, Rickon looked unpredictable.

In fact, Rickon was not such an aggressive person before, for a so-called plan to kill the gods, he used this kind of weapon that could raze thousands of miles to the ground to blow himself up.

But... for the current Rickon, it doesn't matter anymore.

In the past two years, those with supernatural powers have become the supreme beings with the right to kill freely, and ordinary people live in dire straits.

Rickon's wife and children were implicated in the mutual struggle of the supernatural beings, the house was turned into ruins, and even the corpse was turned into coke, but there was nowhere to complain.

Friends also disappeared during the assassination.

All of this is because of the God of Gray Mist.

Rickon followed in the footsteps of the person in front of him, walking cautiously in the secret path under the yellow sand, his eyes full of sternness.

He learned from the rebel army that the supernatural being is the result of country A's research on the unawakened god.

The god of gray mist is the source of all these tragedies. As long as he is eliminated, the world will be restored to its original state.

There will be fewer tragedies like wives, daughters, and friends...

Rickon hid the tears in his eyes, and when he looked up again, he saw that they had entered the interior of the underground military base, and they had disguised their appearance and irises through special camouflage equipment.

A layer of holographic projection film that cannot be distinguished by human eyes is covered on the skin, and everyone becomes the guards inside the base, and continues to move forward according to the route that has been detected in advance.

Rickon looked around and found that there were not many people in the corridor, so they successfully got through and entered the deeper underground of the base.

Soon, the people who avoided the eyes and ears in the base acted separately, looking for the location of the gods.

Rickon and Kenariel were put into a team, and they walked down the corridor together.

Soon, they found a laboratory full of huge glass jars, all of which were human-shaped experimental subjects, some of which were still conscious, and some were soaked in formalin.

"Oh my god...it's terrible...the God of Gray Mist is here!"

Kenariel looked at everything in front of him, burst into tears in disbelief, and tried to open the jar that imprisoned the human experiment, but Rickon stopped her.

"Calm down! Look clearly! This experimental subject is white-skinned! Not human!"

Rickon stopped Kenariel from moving, and looked at the innocent boy in the jar with a cold expression.

The white-skinned boy stuck his hands on the glass jar, with white hair and red eyes, and a cowardly face. Kenariel's face was reflected in the red pupils, as if he was begging her to help him get out.

Kenariel's heart was almost broken when she saw it. She frowned at Rickon, and slapped Rickon's hand away: "What's wrong with the white skin? The god of gray mist has white skin under his crown! They all Good man!

Rickon, what's the matter with you?Are you discriminating against white skin?I really doubt whether you are a follower of the God of Gray Mist! "

Kenariel had always been a trustworthy person, and now he couldn't help but suspect Rickon.

Speaking of which, Rickon seems to have always been like this, never expressing his longing for the God of Gray Mist like the others in the team.

This seemed abnormal to Kenneril.

Rickon was stunned, and he didn't dare to act too forcefully. He really didn't like people with fair skin.

In order to prevent his identity from being revealed, he had no choice but to let Kenariel release the people in the jar.

"By the way, there is another..."

Kenariel released the white-haired boy and looked at a jar next to him.

There was a boy with black hair and white skin inside. Compared with the active prayer of the white-haired boy, the black-haired boy looked extraordinarily indifferent, and kept watching their every move with cold eyes.

Even if they saw that they were intruders, they didn't feel the slightest sense of panic.

Rickon just wanted to stop Kenalier's Madonna move, when the white-haired boy stopped Kenalier suddenly.

"Don't let him go...he will lose control!" The white-haired boy said timidly, explaining that he was an experimental subject in this military base, and so was the black-haired boy.

They are all imprisoned here, but the black-haired boy has become mentally abnormal because of the experiment, and he is in a state of loss of control at any time, and his ability is still a very powerful corrosion ability. Start killing.

"My ability is very weak, the healing system, it can only heal small wounds, so it will be destroyed soon... Sister, can you save me?" Dafa, after hesitating for a while, decided to take him away.

Rickon frowned tightly, unable to resist Kenariel, the three had no choice but to form a companion and continue to search for the god. Behind him, the black-haired boy still watched the three leave indifferently.

The white-haired boy looked back and smiled maliciously.

——For the person favored by the gods, I am enough!

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, ignored the white-haired boy's provocation, and just made a prayer posture, curling up quietly in the jar.

"...the god of gray mist... is forever." The black-haired boy recited the prayers of the researchers he had heard before.

The white-haired boy did not tell the truth to the two of Rickon. They were not human beings imprisoned here, but clones born in the laboratory.

Clone of the gods.

There were dozens of others who were identical to them, and they all died within a few months.

In the researcher's willful indulgence, all the clones loathe each other out of a jealousy born of the original sin of life.

Perhaps it is the magical power derived from the blood of the gods. They are born to know the identity of their god clones, and take it as an honor, thinking that it is the blessing of the gods that made them, and they are destined to be different.

Therefore, without orders, even if they were born just a few days ago, they would kill other brothers and sisters who occupied the favor of the gods, just to get more favors from the gods.

But when someone asked what the so-called favor was, no one could explain it clearly. They just explained that an indescribable force was telling them that when they became the only one, the favor of the gods would come.

I will become the only successor of the gods and get the true love of the gods.

As a clone obtained from the blood of the gods, the black-haired boy also has a natural sense of dependence on the god of gray mist, but compared to the white-haired boy's desire for monopoly of the gods and jealousy of others, the black-haired boy is more devout faith.

The god of gray mist is always benevolent, and will not favor or not. He treats all beings equally.

The black-haired boy thought so, but still frowned involuntarily.

On the other side, Rickon and the others had already arrived at the bottom of the base. They raised their eyes and saw a divided area in a laboratory that was so wide that it stretched as far as the eye could see.

Inside, is the sleeping god.