Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

Future, tenth floor underground.

Luke slowly withdrew his hand, the thread in his eyes slowly faded, and a slight fluctuation appeared on his calm face.

"It seems that being the protagonist in this world is not a good thing."

He was just about to adjust Wang Lang's causal line, but he didn't expect that someone had already started to mess with him, bringing forward some events that would have taken some time to erupt, and forcing him into the new world.

This was consistent with Luke's goal, so he didn't stop it, but when he saw the dump truck at the end, he couldn't hold it back and made a little reasonable operation.

Meteorites falling from the sky are naturally not reasonable, but if the supervisor sent from the future has the zero-level derivative "Natural Disaster Equation" in his hand, it would be another matter.

Who else took action this time besides him?

Luke thought silently. Although the functions of each seal are very powerful, there are basically few that are easy to control and use. It is unlikely that a small organization can accurately lock the protagonist and manipulate his fate.

Lighthouse Co., Ltd. is committed to destroying the seal with the seal, so that the world can return to its original appearance. It can basically rule out suspicion. The Psychological Treatment Center is thinking about ascending all day long. It is possible, but the probability is not high.

The biggest suspect should be the group of people in the story editing department who are mainly engaged in weaving stories.

Deceiving the heaven and the earth, turning things upside down.

Not seeking fame or profit, just wanting to have fun and not wanting to die.

"I don't like people in this chaotic camp very much."

He sighed. The people in the story editing department can risk their lives to save the world when they are righteous, and they can't wait to destroy the world when they are evil. It is difficult to tell whether they are enemies or allies.

...

The range of the meteorite just reached a few meters in front of Wang Lang. The poor guide to the other world was already dead, and the dump truck used as the crime tool was also destroyed.

Facing Kelly who suddenly appeared, Wang Lang's face was full of confusion.

Too many things happened today, and he really couldn't react.

His mother's condition worsened and he passed away, his buddy got together with his girlfriend, he was fired from his job, he lost control of his emotions and killed a couple and then called the police to turn himself in. The dump truck was about to hit him to death, and suddenly a meteorite fell from the sky...

The two policemen ran back tremblingly, and after seeing the tragic scene, they called to inform the situation and walked towards Wang Lang respectfully.

"You are Wang Lang, come with us."

Wang Lang honestly stretched out his hand, and the police were about to handcuff him, with one hand across the middle.

"Wait a minute, I don't think he has done anything wrong."

"No, he just turned himself in, he is a dangerous person."

A policeman glanced at the foreign guest, she had deep features, thin eyebrows, no excessive expression on her face, and wore a dark black uniform, looking very capable.

Kelly took out a lipstick from her pocket and applied it to her lips skillfully, dyeing her light pink thin lips with a more shiny dark red.

"Madam, please do not interfere with public affairs."

"You are right, but..."

"He surrendered himself ≠ he committed a crime."

Kelly's deep red lips opened and closed, and her speech suddenly slowed down. She answered calmly, her face full of confidence.

"This..."

The two policemen looked at each other, saw the confusion on each other's faces, and then nodded at the same time, "You are right, thank you for your reminder, we almost arrested the wrong person."

"Mr. Wang Lang, is it convenient for you to go to the police station with us to take a statement? After all, it was you who called the police."

"It's not convenient." Kelly continued to speak slowly: "He called the police ≠ he must go to the police station to take a statement."

"Yes, there is such a situation."

The police frowned as they spoke, and seemed to be a little confused about why they spoke without thinking today, and then they nodded to Wang Lang apologetically.

"I am really sorry for delaying your time."

After speaking, the two returned to the police car and left with the sound of the engine starting.

Wang Lang looked at the police car that was gradually going away and opened his mouth wide, "This... this is not right."

Is there no threshold to become a policeman now? So easy to fool.

"Your trouble has been solved, you can go with me now."

Watching the police leave, Kelly turned her eyes to Wang Lang.

"Who are you, and why should I go with you?"

Wang Lang was a little resistant to the strong demands of strangers.

Even if the police were fooled, he had committed a crime, and he couldn't hide it for long. He would be caught sooner or later, and it wouldn't matter if he turned himself in for two days. He might even be sentenced to a heavy sentence for not turning himself in.

"If you must say, I'm your father's colleague."

Kelly replied indifferently, "It was your father who asked me to pick you up. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"No."

Wang Lang just thought it was ridiculous. The man left his mother when he was young and didn't make any contribution to the family. He was raised by his mother with great difficulty. Now he sent someone to pick him up?

Especially after he committed a serious crime.

Kelly's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled a little, her deep red lips opened and closed, and her speech slowed down.

"You reject me ≠ you don't go with me."

"I'll give you half an hour to pack and go to America with me."

Wang Lang looked at Kelly with a look of a lunatic, "I rejected you, don't you understand?"

"..."

Rejected Kelly was silent for a few seconds, her calm face cracked, gradually solemn, her eyes became sharp.

"'Inequality lipstick' has no effect on you."

"What inequality lipstick?"

"I'll ask you one last time, are you going with me or not?"

"I refuse. Don't stop me from turning myself in."

"You misunderstood. I have no intention of stopping you now." Kelly took out her cell phone, exchanged a few words with the person on the other end, and then hung up.

"Wang Lang, male, 21 years old, was sentenced to death for murder and executed immediately. According to the International Convention on Sealed Objects, I will specially recruit you with the authority of the future fourth-level supervisor."

"Congratulations, you will become a future first-level personnel and receive a reward for intimate interaction with the sealed object once a week for a month. If you are still alive after one month, your crime will be pardoned."

Before Wang Lang understood what she said, Kelly attacked and hit Wang Lang's abdomen with a heavy punch.

"Um..."

He curled up in pain and squatted down. There was another sharp pain in the back of his head, and the scene in front of him became blurred.

...

Strange ceiling.

Wang Lang woke up from an uncomfortable sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and faced a white roof.

This is a square room, painted pure white without impurities, and it is empty. Except for Wang Lang, there is only one exhibition stand.

On the exhibition stand, a bronze statue of a beautiful girl kneels on the ground, with tears in her eyes and her hands raised high as if praying to God for repentance, holding an exquisite and luxurious box in her hands.

He stood up hesitantly and found that his hands and feet were already shackled, and a striking note was posted on the door.

"Don't touch the box, stay in the room for ten minutes, and the mission is over."

"What the hell!"

Wang Lang whispered, not understanding this inexplicable request, but his body still obeyed the order honestly.

Apart from the previous impulsive crime, he has always been a good citizen who abides by the law in his 21 years of life, the kind who dares not go east or west, and dares not leave early for overtime.

Now calm, Wang Lang is afraid of what he has done. He ruined the rest of his life under impulse, and he can't help but feel particularly regretful. He dares not violate the rules and regulations again.

…

At the same time, in a room on the first floor of the base.

Five people silently observed Wang Lang's performance. He paced around the room boredly, looking at the bronze statue girl and the box with a little curiosity, and paid more attention to the bronze statue girl.

"It's so beautiful, lifelike, just like alive."

Wang Lang's voice came from the monitor.

When the screen was shown here, Kelly turned around and nodded slightly to the other four people.

"Wang Lang was not contaminated by the 'Pandora's Box', and his interest in the box was even lower than that of the bronze statue girl. He was also immune to my 'inequality' lipstick before. It is preliminarily determined that he has the ability to be immune to mental pollution."

Among the four people, a dark-skinned man with fierce eyes flashed his eyes.

"Do you mean you want him to take over his father Wang Ming's 'Ultimate Inscription'?"

"Yes."

"No, Chinese people can't be trusted!"

After saying that, the black man did not hide his unkind look, staring at the only Chinese among the four people with a provocative look. He was a middle-aged man in his forties with an ordinary appearance. He wore a pair of glasses and had an elegant temperament.

Hearing the black man's words, the middle-aged man pushed his glasses and smiled back: "The goods are talking."

"You...!"

"Okay, Chu Liang, Cleven, I didn't call you here to listen to your quarrel."

The leading white man stopped the situation in advance. His hair was messy, his right eye was cloudy, and he stared at Kelly closely.

"Since the trumpet of doom was blown, Wang Ming has been imprisoned. The Ultimate Inscription is not a big threat to him. Why do you want to suddenly change to Wang Lang?"

Kelly said bluntly, "I want to treat the memetic pollution brought by Derivative No. 1. The feather pen in the Ultimate Inscription that can tamper with the effect is a possible attempt. If the pollution can be transformed into power, the future will be even better."

"Wait a minute, can I ask why you are looking for Wang Lang? You didn't know that he has the specialty of mental resistance before."

Chu Liang raised his hand and spoke slowly.

"I visited Wang Ming once a while ago. He said that if anyone can inherit the Ultimate Inscription, it can only be his son."

Chu Liang smiled and shook his head, "Why would you believe in a person who is contaminated by the seal, wants to destroy the world, and even blows the trumpet of doom?"

"Because... because..."

Kelly was speechless for a moment and slowly frowned.

"Because Wang Ming is your teacher, because Derivative No. 3 has not caused any damage over the years, and because you have always felt indebted to your teacher, you want to make up for it."

"...It's too coincidental."

Kelly reacted and answered in a deep voice.

In addition to what Chu Liang said, Wang Ming happened to commit a crime on the day she arrived and could no longer return to a normal life. She happened to discover that Wang Lang had mental resistance.

"The Story Editing Department is getting more and more excessive, and even our future has begun to be included in his story."

The red-haired woman who had not spoken said in a cold tone, "Why don't we send the sealing team to destroy them? As long as I use the Tree of Wisdom to get enough information, I will be sure to win."

"No, the Story Editing Department is very special. The protagonists they create have the ability to turn the impossible into the possible and the possible into a sure win. Moreover, they don't have many seals, so there is no need to rub against a small matter."

The white man shook his head to stop him, "It's okay, as long as we get the protagonist to join our side, there will be no problem. Why not have one more excellent chess piece? It will just be hard for everyone later."

After all, wherever the protagonist is, there will be chaos and all kinds of low-probability events.