National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

In the cosmic era, three hundred years passed in a flash.

In a fairly large church in a Western world plane that seems quite peaceful, with birds singing and flowers blooming.

God Yehovah has transformed into a kind-faced godfather, but in his eyes that see through the world, there is a trace of indescribable speechlessness, similar to the feeling of "a kindergarten teacher facing a little kid who refuses to take a nap."

He looked at the blond, blue-eyed adult man before him, who was complaining in Chinese with a tearful tone, and sighed deeply.

This believer, named Brown, came to complain for the sixth time this week. He uttered "no" three times in a nasal voice: "No! No! No! My dear godfather, the four tones of Chinese are simply torture for my tongue! I really don't want to learn them anymore!"

Godfather Yehvi tried to maintain a kind smile and comforted him in standard Chinese, comparable to a news anchor (cough! Let’s not talk about it! This was all hard-earned for the Eastern Cooperation Project):

"My child, we must uphold God's will, cooperate with our Eastern friends for mutual benefit, and learn and progress together. God sees your efforts and will bless you, Amen."

As He spoke, He habitually gave a gentle hug to the strong man who was crying like a 200-pound child.

On a bench in the back row of the church, a woman wearing an elegant black off-the-shoulder dress with a waist and a hat pulled low was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

Her fair fingers gently stroked the Husky lying at her feet with a look of "Who am I and where am I?", and with her other hand she quickly took out her mobile phone, clicked on the top group chat of WeChat [Wanjie Patrol Guidance Group], and started typing with a swift swipe of her fingers.

Gongyang Zhanqing: Hahahahahahahahahahaha help! That Brown is at it again! Twenty-seventh time this month! If Uncle Yehwe hadn't taken a class with us on "Psychological Guidance and Motivation for Preschool Children," I'd have flipped the table! [laughing.jpg]

And the people in the group replied almost immediately.

Qi Mo: You're still laughing?! [Raging.jpg] If you hadn't insisted on me learning the Bagua Formation from the Mayan God King Itzamna, would I have traveled through time and space over nine hundred times in the past three hundred years?! My bones are practically falling apart!

Qi Mo shared a [Time and Space Coordinates: A Visit to the Ancient Mayan City-State of Chichen Itza]

Almost immediately, a young woman traveling through time clicked on the link. The next second, the scene before her eyes shifted from a hollow tunnel of time and space to an exotic, bustling ancient Mayan city-state.

She steadied herself, took out a futuristic tablet and swiped it to confirm the coordinate information. It wasn't until the phone in her pocket vibrated again and a message popped up in the WeChat group that she ticked a taskbar on the tablet.

"Uncle! Can I call you uncle? I really don't have anything to teach you! With your current level, you can be my master!" Qi Mo's voice came from mid-air with a crying tone. He was seen standing on a flying sword, pinching the acceleration formula in his hand, and fleeing in a panic.

Chasing closely behind him was an old man wearing reading glasses, with a flowing white beard but looking very energetic - it was Itzamna, the main god in Mayan mythology.

Itzamna, clutching a clearly battered copy of Five Thousand Years of Chinese History, demanded, "Teacher Qi! There's something wrong with your book!"

"The last time I traveled through time and space to discuss this with Qin Shi Huang, he told me directly that he also read 'Five Thousand Years of Chinese History' as a child! According to the timeline, your book should be called 'Nine Thousand Years of Chinese History', right?!"

"That's the version that a group of archaeologists in the 21st century came up with! I'm a young man from the 23rd century, why should I care so much about them?!" Qi Mo shouted back in despair while accelerating his flight.

The two men walked one in front and one behind, and they were more proficient in the Bagua Formation and Flying Techniques in their hands than the other. They were shining brightly, attracting the ancient Mayan residents below to look up and watch, thinking it was a new miracle.

The time traveler Su Mohui, who had just landed, paused slightly when she saw a group of children playing on the street. The children gathered in a circle and sang in their childish but loud voices:

"...Singing to our beloved motherland, which is now on the road to prosperity and strength~"

"Your Chinese pronunciation is not accurate! Can you give me the chance to take the next divination class?"

"I won't let you! Your prediction of the end of the world in 2012 is totally wrong! Teacher Qi Mo said it was fake! Otherwise, how could he, a person from the 23rd century, come to teach us?"

"Then I'll teach you the correct pronunciation. Can you please ask Lord Itzamna to let Mr. Qi Mo stay a little longer?"

"..."

Listening to this conversation, full of childlike innocence and a touch of time and space confusion, Su Mohui's smile deepened. She looked up at the "teacher-student chase" in the sky, shook her head with helplessness and amusement, turned around and stepped into the time tunnel again.

However, just as she landed at the next time point, before she had time to see her surroundings clearly, she was instantly enveloped by a thick and indissoluble darkness. The next second, she was brought to a... brand new world that was in the early stages of creation.

The place is desolate and the main color is darkness. But in this endless darkness, a little light of hope gradually brightens with the sudden heavy snowfall.

A graceful woman in a black silk gauze dress stepped elegantly out of the darkness. She extended her delicate hand and lightly tapped the air. The melodious, ethereal sound of a piano spread like ripples, echoing in every corner of this dead world.

Then, time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

The sun was the first to tear through the darkness, leaping into the sky, followed by the moon and stars. When time returned to normal, the darkness faded, and the world began to take shape, the first tender green sprout broke through the hard earth and tremblingly poked its head out.

Growth, watering by rain, nourishment by microorganisms, branches becoming thicker, trees rapidly growing taller... Finally, dewdrops formed from the essence of the night condense on the green leaves, and what is reflected in the dewdrops is the scene of all things flourishing and the birth of species.

The biological system quickly stabilized, and soon the first human footprints began to appear on the land.

Everywhere is filled with the light of vitality and hope.

Apollo, the god of light, emerged from a beam of pure light, and standing beside him was the woman in the black dress. Apollo introduced her to Su Mohui, "This is Nyx, the goddess of the night. And this is the one who helped us revive the Greek pantheon and ignite the flame of civilization..."

"Hello, I'm Su Mohui."

The girl interrupted Apollo's endless praise with a relaxed smile on her face. She waved her hand casually, and the heavy rain behind her that was meant to stimulate the growth of plants came to an abrupt end. The ecosystem of the new world became more harmonious and stable under her fine-tuning.

The scene switched again, and the same words appeared in the Golden Palace of the Nordic Kingdom of Gods—