Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

Xi Sui'an, who was lying on the bed, turned over like a pancake, her pretty face full of gloom and dejection. She said grimly: "Xiao Ling, I want to go to college."

It’s not that she has any obsession with college, but no matter how bad she was in her previous life, she never let her parents down.

Hearing the host calling it Xiao Ling, the consciousness of System Zero trembled, and after a while, he said humbly: "It's not impossible. Of course you can go to university, but it's not a university in this human world."

System Zero slowly introduced a world she had never known before, subverting her cognition: "In the era after the gods fell asleep, mythical creatures and legendary creatures can still be seen everywhere, and various races are everywhere. Their activeness makes the life of mankind in dire straits. At that time, the top masters of the human race joined forces to open up a space called the foreign domain, which accommodated non-human and foreign objects and did not disturb humans. From then on, it became the second world hidden from the human world.

"In the foreign land, the various races frequently come and go, and through the exchange and integration of various forces, they jointly built an academy - Damocles Academy."

"Damocles?" She was amused by the well-known legend. "Is this a warning to anyone?"

The system was silent for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Host, Damocles Academy was built in the Land of the Fallen Gods, which means it is the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the gods."

Xi Sui'an's pupils were filled with surprise. She had thought that this place was important, but she never expected that a god actually died there!

"Host, do you want to go?"

Touching her chest with her palm, she could feel that her heart, which had been quiet for too long, was beating rapidly, and her warm blood began to boil. In her previous life, she had no ups and downs, nor great joys or sorrows. At this moment when she was living again, she suddenly realized that her regret was that she had really lived a peaceful life without any waves.

"Of course." Her eyes lit up surprisingly.

"Host, there is another reason why we must go." The system said in a very formal tone, "Many gods are not really dead, they just fell into a deep sleep, because their godhood has not been taken away.

The one who fell at Damocles Academy was the God of Spring - Ju Mang. His godhood was stripped away, and because it cannot be destroyed and can be inherited, it was sealed away completely. Godhood is the qualification certificate for possessing the authority of God. Without it, it is impossible to become a god and mobilize the power above the origin. "

"Indestructible, inheritable..." She vaguely sensed something. As long as the godhead did not disappear, this world would continue to produce gods. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "You have to reclaim the godhead."

"Yes," System Zero coughed and said in a serious tone as if he was interviewing, "Let me introduce myself again. This system is the Godhead Recovery System, and its biggest goal is to recover the Godhead."

"But in essence, I am a recycling and exchange system. As long as it is a god-level item, you can trade with me. The object of the transaction is knowledge." The system said slowly and meaningfully, "If you have knowledge, you will have everything!"

It continued to tempt: “Of course if you give me the godhood, you will be able to exchange it for the god’s knowledge, or the god’s power.

Now you can only use your soul power, which is the only thing in the current plane that can shatter the godhead. At the soul level, you are enough to compete with the top humans, but that's all."

Without the divine nature, one can have the power of a god? She raised her eyebrows: "I can just take the divine nature and become a god. Why would I want to trade with you?"

System Zero smiled slowly and said earnestly, "Why do you think that even though there are gods, no one dares to become a god, and those gods who are still sleeping are forbidden to revive again?"

Its consciousness body swayed in Xi Sui'an's spiritual world: "The world is filled with a kind of power, which is called the origin by all major races. Above the origin is divine power. The abundance of the power of the origin is not a good thing. It makes the plane quite fragile.

Some people whose power is close to that of a god can clearly sense that once the god awakens again and uses his divine nature to mobilize the power above the source, or someone becomes a new god to increase this power, it may lead to the annihilation of this plane. "

"So, this plane no longer needs gods." The system's voice was faint and slightly cold.

As long as the god's divine nature is sealed, then the divine power can no longer be mobilized to impact the plane, and the original power and the plane can maintain a tightrope-like stability. Godhead, this is a red line that no one can step on.

"God is a nuclear bomb, and the godhead is the controller. It's okay if the controller is not turned on, but once it is turned on, everyone will throw nuclear bombs at each other and die together." Xi Sui'an understood.

"It's almost time." The system said leisurely, "Now go to the place where you saw the bat corpse today. Usually there will be people from other lands to collect the corpse. If you are lucky, they may be from the Audit Department of Damocles College. You can find a way to ask them for a letter of recommendation. This letter of recommendation is an opportunity for you to pass the assessment and enter the school."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Xi Sui'an suddenly rolled over and got up from the bed. Outside the window, the moon was at its zenith, the stars were twinkling, and the summer night breeze was blowing gently and warmly. She didn't have the heart to appreciate the beautiful scenery. She ran to the window and looked. The height of the second floor was okay. She supported the window with one hand and climbed out. She stepped on the air conditioner outside and climbed the water pipe, then slid down carefully and disappeared into the vast night.

In the night, a man in a suit slowly emerged under the moonlight. He looked to be in his thirties, with short blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a decadent handsomeness. However, because of his untidy beard and formal three-piece suit, he looked like a down-and-out insurance salesman.

He muttered in dissatisfaction: "There are so many people in the Inspection Department, why do you let me, an unarmed old man, do the job of collecting corpses?"

He approached the pine tree and patted it with his hand: "Hey, wake up."

The pine tree shook, and when it saw the person coming, it stretched out its branches angrily to hit him. The pine needles on the tree became extremely hard, and at first glance it looked like a cactus covered with thorns.

A young man's voice was extremely dissatisfied, gritting his teeth: "Ilowen, you bastard, you came here so late at night, it's really disturbing my sleep! Hurry up and take this dead bat and get out! It's bad luck!"

"Come on, little cutie, let's talk about life!" Iloven patted the tree trunk and said with emotion: "I really want to transplant you back home. Those children will be very happy."

"Get lost!" The boy refused to be a bonsai and sneered, "Also, don't call me little cutie, Ilowen. If you don't want me to complain about you to the Inspection Department, just call me grandpa next time." The boy shook the branches angrily, and the man was covered with pine needles.

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore, it's really boring." Iloven slowly took off the pine needles on his head, then gathered them into a small pile and put them away contentedly. After finishing, he picked up the dead bat under the tree trunk and shook it in front of his eyes: "Qingqing, who sent this chess piece? It's too rubbish."

"..." The pine tree named Qingqing remembered when he was just born. He was young and ignorant and was very happy to be named. Now thinking about it, it was just a bad taste. "Don't call me Qingqing, I hate your academy, especially your dean, what a disgusting guy!" What a crappy name!

The man said earnestly: "The name Qingqing given by the dean sounds so nice. I hope you grow up healthily. The reduplicated word sounds much better than Xiaoqing, right, Qingqing?"

The series of attacks hit the pine tree boy, he was extremely depressed, his voice weak: "...I don't know, I heard that the vampires are quite divided internally, but no matter what, they are essentially a cursed race, giving them godhood is useless!"

"Yes, even if Cain survives, the godhood is nothing but poison wrapped in honey to him." Iloven continued to shake the little bat in his hand thoughtfully, "The incompatible godhood will only make him die thoroughly."

So who is planning to take Ju Mang's godhood? It's really hard to guess, after all, the whole world knows that under the Damocles Academy, a complete godhood from the God of Spring is suppressed.

“No more guessing. Let the old man guess it himself.” He threw the bat into his hand. The silver ring flashed, and the bat disappeared.

Iloven was in a very good mood, narrowing his green eyes, like a middle-aged uncle who kidnapped children: "I am here to recruit students in the human world. When will you transform? I will take you to school. It will be fun! I won't lie to you!"

Qingqing shook the pine branches and refused indifferently: "Go away, don't disturb me basking in the moonlight. Not to mention that it's too early to transform, even if I transform, I won't go to Damocles Academy, what a bunch of bastards." A group of people came to pluck his pine needles for no reason, and they always lied to him, led by the guy who was not good at naming!

"Okay, okay." Iloven shrugged. "Then I'll go. See you later - ok?" He suddenly turned his head to look at the side of the road. A tall and thin figure slowly walked towards him. It was a black-haired girl with long black hair falling to her waist. She was wearing a very cute nightgown. The girl was very pretty, with standard and delicate features, but her black eyes were calm and deep, revealing a calmness that did not belong to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

"Hello," the girl said calmly, "I'm the admissions teacher from a foreign land, Ilowen."