The Fool of the Gods

Reality, an uninhabited area in an unknown province or city.

The moon is bright in the sky, and the stars flicker.

It is late at night, and there is no one in the vast wilderness. Only a bonfire is "crackling" in the silent night, adding a touch of warm vitality to this inky cold moonlit night picture.

If you look carefully at this time, you will find that there are three people sitting next to the burning fire, but the distance between the three people is a little far. If you don't concentrate on observing, the three figures seem to have merged into the night.

"Why didn't Lin Renyu come?"

"Who knows, she's probably dead."

"Will she go lick that adult's stinky feet again? Are you still waiting?"

"What the hell, wait for nothing, come or not, I'll tell you first.

Finish early and go to bed early.

I met a blind man in the last game, she said the prophecy had come true, damn, it's still a step too late.

Why is it so hard to find the future of this damn day?"

"I've said it before, there's no future in competing with liars.

Let's not talk about this, [Life] has a newcomer, the momentum is very strong, I haven't seen him before, the surname is Hu, called Hu Xuan.

This person got the mark of [Birth] from nowhere. Although he hasn't started on the right path yet, he should be soon.

In the future, avoid him. Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you. "

"When will I get this kind of good thing?

Old Hu, why are you so silent today? Say something?"

"The prophecy is fake. I was fooled by Zhen Yi. It's bad luck. So let it go."

"?"

"What the hell did I say?"

A cold wind blew, blowing away the three figures at the same time, and also extinguished the bonfire, blowing the night back to cold silence.

...

Unknown, unknown world.

When Bai Fei opened her eyes, she found herself floating in the air, and the reality was constantly collapsing everywhere she could see.

Endless matter collapsed into ashes, pouring down like a waterfall, gathering in the shadowy place like a deep abyss under her feet, and then rolling into the unknown void.

Destruction, repeated over and over again, happened in every corner.

Bai Fei's eyes fixed when she saw all this, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.

[Annihilation]!

The benefactor summoned her.

Sure enough, her dedication worked!

He finally looked at her and saved her from the trial of [Order].

And this was her first time to meet God!

She didn't know where He was, but she knew:

[Annihilation] is everywhere!

At this moment, as a lucky person summoned by [God], Bai Fei should have expressed her piety appropriately.

But her cold character made it impossible for her to say these compliments "in person".

So, the scene continued in silence...

Until a heavy sigh came from the depths of this world of annihilation all the time.

"Alas..."

Bai Fei's body tightened, and her consciousness was thrown out of this world and returned to reality.

Why did He sigh?

This was the last question she pondered before she lost consciousness.

...

Reality, a laboratory in an unknown province or city.

A skinny hand picked up a notebook from the laboratory table, and then another fat hand trembled and picked up a pen and crossed out a few names on the notebook.

Li Zhi.

Zhou Songming.

Wang Weijin.

Yan Chun.

The owner of these two hands looked at these names, shook his head and sighed.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, there are too many deaths in the recent slices.

It's time to add some fresh blood."

As he said that, he put down the notebook full of slashes and limped to a huge transparent experimental container.

He gently scratched his temple with the long curly nails on his fat hand, and then slowly drew out a turbid light ball and threw it into the container.

At the moment when this ball of light was cast in, the human body floating in the container suddenly opened its eyes.

"You woke up, do you remember who you are?"

"I...

My name is...I..."

"Your name is Yan Chun, and you are His warrior."

"Yan...Chun, is His...warrior."

Yan Chun looked at the young and old stranger in front of him with dull eyes, repeating the words mechanically.

...

Reality, a residential building in an unknown province or city.

As soon as Li Ziran opened his eyes, he looked at the bed in front of him.

On the soft bed, there lay a pale little girl. When she saw her brother coming back, she instantly held back the tears in her eyes and tried to put on a strong smile on her face.

But Li Ziran still saw the wet mark on the pillow.

Or maybe the trace of tears was tooThere was no way to hide it, and anyone who saw it would guess what had just happened.

In the past, when seeing this scene, Li Ziran, who scored 1400 points, had no choice but to cry.

But today was different.

There was no sadness in his eyes, and his face was full of hope that he had not seen for a long time. He threw himself on the bed, holding his sister's hand and shouting excitedly:

"I got it! Ajing, I got it!

The prosperity of the past!

It's the prosperity of the past! You are saved! Ajing, you are saved!"

He cheered and jumped for joy, and suddenly stopped his excitement after a few howls, and took out...

Two bottles of potion from his personal space with a nervous face.

Only half of the prosperity of the past was left in each bottle, and as for where the other half was used...

The answer is naturally, on himself.

In order to bring these medicines back to reality safely, during these three days, Li Ziran played an inconspicuous tramp in this city full of knowledge thirst.

He lived among a group of "lower class" beggars, counting hours cautiously, and stabbed himself at the last moment to verify the effect and authenticity of these potions.

He didn't even dare to hurt a homeless man, just for fear that the trial after the trial would have twists and turns.

Finally, God rewarded those who worked hard, he successfully passed the trial and brought back more than a dozen bottles of potions.

When he took the potion and poured it into his sister's mouth one by one with his trembling hands, watching the power of [Memory] flowing through her body, and feeling the power of [Prosperity] spreading through her body, Li Ziran burst into tears.

"A Jing! You are healed! A Jing! You are healed! You are healed!!"

A Jing hugged his brother tightly, and felt that his limbs were movable again, and he burst into tears.

"Brother! Brother! Wow--"

This poor girl also has the right to speak again.

The two hugged and cried for a long time, until A Jing grabbed his brother's hand with heartache and sobbed:

"Brother, this game must be difficult...

For A Jing, you suffered..."

Difficult?

It is indeed difficult to play a tramp, they are too smelly.

Bitter?

It is indeed bitter to live by begging, and the food is all rotten.

Li Ziran didn't know how to explain his luck to his sister. He thought for a long time and decided to let his sister understand it by herself.

So, he took out the small bag of past prosperity and poured it all on the bed.

A Jing was stunned when she saw that more than a dozen bottles of A-level potions were scattered on the bed by her brother like a stall selling goods.

She felt that her injuries were not healed at the first time, but because the desire to recover was too strong that she had an incredible hallucination.

"It's fake, you are lying, brother!?"

Li Ziran laughed dumbly after hearing this.

"Let's not talk about whether these potions are fake or not. I did say this.

You may not believe it, but your brother has only 1400 points, but he has also been in the peak competition..."

...

Reality, a street in an unknown province.

The starry sky in the city is far less brilliant than the starry sky in the wilderness, and the cloudy night is even more depressing as the trial becomes more and more difficult.

And if there is depression, it naturally needs to be released.

So, at midnight when most players have fallen asleep, a shrill cry came from the street.

This sound is like a wild cat calling for sex, shrill and sharp, instantly breaking the tranquility of the entire block.

A few minutes later, several lights were lit in the buildings on both sides of the street, and shouts and curses came one after another.

"Damn you Zhang Ruyu, if you keep yelling, I'll kill you!

Do you really think there's no bullet in my gun?!"

The roaring voice came from a big man on the sixth floor. He pushed open the window and cursed for a long time, then rushed into the room in a rage, took out a submachine gun, and pulled the trigger towards the street downstairs as if venting his anger.

"Da da da da da da——"

However, the gunshots not only did not stifle the cat's meow, but made the wild cat in the shadows meow even more happily.

"......"

"......"

The neighbors around couldn't stand it anymore and began to "persuade with kind words".

"Brother, stop it. You're useless if you do it once a day."

"Hey, you horny guy, why are you so weak today? Are you exhausted?"

"Hehe, I've seen it for a long time. The guy on the sixth floor opposite must like this Siren. Otherwise, why would he reward him every night?"

"I like your mom!"

"Yeah, she's my mom!"

"Fuck your mom! Dada dada da--"

"Meow~Ah~~"

The night is thick as water, full of spring.

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