How to set up a god with a terrible person [Quick Transmigration]

▍God and His servants

The rapidly rotating images in front of him gradually disappeared.

Xiao Lv found himself in a dark green to almost dark mist, could not see the sky and ground, and could not see anything else as far as his eyes could see.

Not even a sound.

Even when Xiao Lu lowered his head, he couldn't see his body. He seemed to have turned into an invisible ghost, floating alone in this space.

Weird to a little secretive atmosphere.

But he felt very...comfortable.

As if he had entered a field where he didn't need to be vigilant at all, he subconsciously determined that everything here was safe for him.

Walking in a certain direction at will, without any prompts, he knows that there is something waiting for him in front of him.

A tall black figure appeared in the dark green mist.The black shadow has been standing there, like an eternal mountain.

After entering, Xiao Lu found that it was a temple with a simple shape and a pitch-black body. There were always fog-like lines flowing on the surface, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

The temple is so high that you can't see the end at a glance, you don't need any exaggerated decorations, and you don't need guards with hideous faces. Just the sense of oppression can make people standing below feel awe and fear subconsciously.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped up the seemingly endless stairs and walked towards the entrance of the temple step by step.

The temple is still filled with thick fog, rendering this mysterious and solemn atmosphere even more profound.

He kept walking towards the end of the temple, and the further he went, the clearer the feeling in his heart became.

Finally, he came to the "end" of the temple.

This is not the end of the physical space, but here, the walls and columns of the temple have completely disappeared, and the concept of space is also blurred.

Only the denser fog than before engulfed all the senses of the visitors.

Here is his end.

His, ontology.

The moment engulfed by the mist, those long-standing memories came alive again.

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He is an ancient god born with this world.

Born in the primordial time, coexisted with the stars.

The world was initially just a halo of indistinct light, and time seemed to be non-existent.

Gradually, this world began to have rules, and there was a beginning of repeated creation and destruction. Characters belonging to this world appeared one by one, and the events composed of them took shape bit by bit.

Sometimes events that once happened are erased and reappear in a newer, more engaging way, or are replaced by other events.

Time keeps moving forward.

He vaguely knows that this world seems to be created and guided by some unknown force.

More often, He is just observing, watching the evolution of the world, from barren to vibrant.Sometimes He is driven by the forces that created the world to participate in the stories of human beings, and sometimes those people just start their journeys in His name.

At a certain moment, the power that created the world no longer continues to manipulate the world's changes.

It's as if the world is being guided from a toddler to an adult with solo adventures.The world has changed more freely, and time keeps moving forward.

He is still watching the world.

Human beings have always had many desires and wishes.

As the oldest and most primitive god, he does not have a certain obsession with responding to human desires and gaining human beliefs like his younger generations.

It's just that during the long time, He would occasionally suddenly raise some curiosity and respond to those wishes that pervaded nothingness.

Some wishes are very interesting in themselves. If He wants to observe the subsequent development of things, he will respond to this wish.

Sometimes wishes are boring, but the wisher can always please Him in different ways, so their wishes come true.

But more often, the ugliness and ignorance shown by the wisher often confuse him.

Why do these stupid ants think he is interested in mortal jewels and food?

Why sacrifice to Him one's own cub, one's young and beautiful kind, one's defeated enemy?

Why do you tell Him all kinds of high-sounding lies when you clearly want wealth and power?

Why make rules that He didn't make at all?

Why wage war in the name of faith in Him?

Why is there so much nonsense when making a wish?

……

Gods do not have human desires, have no interest in cannibalism, do not like to be admired and worshiped by people, and do not like to watch ants kill each other.All the lies and pretense were as fragile as bubbles in front of him.

He just wants to see interesting wishes.

For those lambs who failed to live up to His expectations, He will give them some small punishments.Just like their lies, He gave them a little bit of hope, and then these hopes stimulated the dishonest lambs, inflated their desires, and finally devoured themselves.

Sometimes it's fun to watch people fall.

However, He still prefers those interesting wishes, and it would be even better if the wish was made by an interesting person.

He remembered that there was once a girl with the eyes of truth who prayed to him, willing to use these eyes, which can be called a gift from fate, in exchange for an ordinary and weak oasis.

This is an unequal exchange.

Young children are fearless because they have never seen the cruelty of the world.He was very curious about whether the girl would regret it when she grew up, so he kept observing her life.

He watched the girl grow into a young girl, from a young girl to a young man, to middle age, and finally to old age, decayed into dry bones in the desert.

Even if the owner of the eyes of truth loses those eyes, he is still the embodiment of wisdom.She guides the clansmen, enlightens the confused travelers, and influences the vicious gangsters. She has gained the respect of countless people, and at the same time, she has made more people feel sorry for her eyes.

But she has never regretted it.

She even thought that He was a benevolent and generous God, wrote classics for Him, and even shared her own method of making a wish without reservation, although she was able to get the response of the gods not because of those rituals.

The sacrificial blade she left behind kept changing hands in the following years, bringing him many interesting wishes.

The ritual she created is probably really useful. Those stupid, greedy and cowardly people would not choose such a painful and exhausting method. The person who made a wish to him through this ritual is much more interesting.

someday.

A black-haired boy came to him, holding a sacrificial blade, calling for him with an ancient ritual.

The boy called himself Mo Yi, saying that he came from another world and was accepting a mission to capture the core of the world where he was.

It sounds like crazy talk, but in the long time, God has heard too many nonsense words, and even rambling crazy talk is much more interesting than long praises.

"Go on."

Mo Yi, covered in mottled blood, knelt on the cold stone altar, looked up at the dark green mist above:

"As far as I know, the main system comes from a fast-travel novel. When the rules of the world are complete, it has the right to freely choose the host as the pillar of the world."

"But it is not willing to only act in its own world. So it uses the characteristics of the fast-travel world to throw the players into other worlds, tamper with the plot, take away the core of the world, and steal the power of rules in it."

"The world absorbed by it will gradually collapse, and its residents will become new players to conquer other worlds for it."

Having said that, the boy paused, as if he was waiting for the god's response.

A wisp of mist quietly came to the boy, wrapping his pale ankle due to blood loss.

The boy's body trembled, and he felt that the touch of the mist was not limited to the skin, but went deeper, touching his soul.

That feeling is extremely weird, losing the barrier of the skin, the soul becomes extremely sensitive, and any tiny touch can cause huge waves.

Mo Yi gritted his teeth, enduring the light and itchy, but completely unignorable touch that went all over his body.

"The power of rules that does not belong to this world, indeed."

Mo Yi heaved a sigh of relief, very good, the other party didn't treat him as a lunatic, and he has the ability to recognize the power of rules, this is a good start, maybe he can really get the most powerful help.

But the next sentence of the god made his heart lift again.

"You told the truth, but cleverly concealed part of the truth."

"I don't like lying lambs, maybe you know, how would I treat someone like you..."

Mo Yi was silent. He did have the truth to hide, but he was worried that if he told the truth, he would lose the trust of the other party.

"You're funny, so I can give you one more chance, one last time." The god's ultimatum came.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and made his kneeling posture more humble: "I am the protagonist who travels through the world quickly. Driven by the main system... I have captured many world cores."

The god was not as angry as he imagined in the worst case, but became more interested: "Tell me about your wish."

Surprises filled his heart, and Mo Yi still maintained his superficial calm: "I hope... the main system can be completely wiped out."

"Oh... what a greedy wish." God commented.

A chess piece actually wants to compete against the chess player.

"Yes." Mo Yi quietly clenched his fingers.

"So, what price are you willing to pay?"

"My everything. My blood, my flesh, my bones, my soul, all my joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys... everything can be dedicated to you, and I am willing to be your most loyal slave."

"Everything about you? Compared with your wishes, they are insignificant." The god seemed to be laughing at his overreaching.

Why should He confront another world for the wish of an interesting lamb?

Mo Yi raised his head, and there seemed to be starlight in his eyes: "I know I'm small, but don't you feel curious that I can appear in your world?"

"You and the main system are both the pillars of the world, and the most original force for the birth of a world. It has been spying on your world, and my appearance is its probing, trying to devour everything that belongs to you."

"Ha ha……"

It was the first time he heard God's laughter, but that laughter was not because of happiness, but made people feel cold.

"It's not easy to devour my world. Before you, the temptation has come several times, and none of them left alive."

"You are really interesting. You want me to feel a sense of crisis, to be irritated, and then to help you fulfill your wish."

"You are trying to control me. Even God dares to plot. You are a reckless lamb. Shouldn't I punish you for your self-righteousness..."

After a moment of silence.

Mo Yi took a deep breath and said firmly, "I apologize to you for my transgression, and I am willing to accept your punishment, no matter what it is."

"very good."

After the words fell, Mo Yi found that he had been thrown into the boundless deep sea.

Feelings of oppression, suffocation, and nowhere to rely on swept through the body.

He tried to swim towards the surface of the sea, but the sky above his head was already a dim blue, and his position was too deep, and it was impossible to reach the surface of the sea by manpower.

No matter how hard he tried, the light was still out of reach.

Gradually he began to sink, and his limbs seemed to melt, unable to use any force.

When his consciousness was on the verge of collapsing, he returned to the cold altar again.

"Cough, cough..." Mo Yi coughed frantically, and the air suddenly entered, as if thousands of fine needles had pierced his lungs, causing pain like tearing.

It seemed that strange power was injected into his body, and his body recovered very quickly. When his limbs warmed up a little, he was thrown into the deep sea again, feeling the pain of dying.

so repeatedly.

Mo Yi was in the sea water, looking at the unreachable twilight above his head, he couldn't help but smile wryly, he is really an evil god.

Analyzing the other party's preferences from legends and materials is still not accurate enough.Maybe he should change to a tactful way of communication, but unfortunately he can't go back in time, so he can only choose to bear the result.

The long punishment went on for a long time.

Back on the ground again, the boy was drenched all over, and the blood on his lips almost faded, making him look like a cold puppet left on the bottom of the sea for a long time.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Mo Yi coughed with all his might, after the cough.Finally, the pale lips were a little more bloody, and the flush with vitality appeared on the face again.

Mo Yi closed his eyes, waiting for the next round of seawater invasion.

The vile god had been watching his struggle indifferently, but at this moment he spoke: "Talk about your wish again."

This stubborn, fragile and cunning lamb made him feel very novel, so he generously gave him a new chance to make a wish.

For example, get out of the hands of the main system and come to live in his world.

He is still happy to fulfill this little wish that is not troublesome.Think of it as yet another response to that annoying main system.

"My wish... still won't change..." Mo Yi's voice was hoarse and broken, as if it had been damaged by the repeated tearing of sea water and coughing.

But his eyes were as bright as ever, much brighter than those jewels that were once enshrined in front of the gods.

The wicked god suddenly changed his mind.

He wants to know why this funny lamb is willing to give it all, against an invincible opponent, just for that one, a future he may never see again.

After all, he has already sold his soul to a god from another world. Even if the original world is no longer under the control of the main system, he cannot go back.

Mo Yi was lying weakly on the icy ground waiting for the trial, when suddenly he saw a figure appearing in front of him, with skin that was so pale that it didn't look like a human, dark green eyes, and lips as bright as blood.

It should be a young man, but because of the alienated and overlooked expression, he seems too unpopular.

What's more, this young man is only humanoid from the waist up, and the rest is formed from a mist that is so thick that it cannot be dispersed. No one will think that he is a human being.

This is something inhuman, even far superior to human beings.

The boy leaned over, and touched his forehead, which was still stained with water, with his slender fingers with sharp black nails.

Icy, colder than the deep sea.

A mark resembling a crow's feather appeared on Mo Yi's forehead, and disappeared in an instant.

"Then it will be as you wish, my loyal servant."

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