Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

By the time the words reached the middle of the book, the handwriting had become weak, clearly a bit overwhelmed by the involvement of a higher-level being. Only with the help of the illusory light that flickered on the page did he regain his strength and continue writing:

"And it's such a coincidence. Valentine chose the center of Bast Forest. We just need to continue heading northwest, and we'll meet him in about 2 hours, 13 minutes, and 15 seconds. We just need to follow them into the singularity. The center of Bast Forest is where the weather elements are most active and complex, and most likely to trigger meteorological tides. Although this implies countless coincidences, it is also a very logical development."

"As for Wayne Stewell, fate will lead him to meet us. Sometimes a perfect opera doesn't require the protagonist to be present until the end. As long as we can successfully obtain the godhood and the Book of Gleipnir, we will soon make him pay a heavy price."

After writing all this, the flickering illusory light on the surface of "Leoncavallo's Opera in Four Acts" settled into the cover, then closed again and returned to peace.

Carl Robbins put the little torn book back under his ribs, first looked at Archbishop Edward, and when he saw the other party nod slightly, he figured out the direction and turned to walk northwest.

Before him, a series of jaw-dropping scenes unfolded: thorns transformed into flowers, trees parted naturally, and the steep and dangerous road became a smooth one. Everywhere was filled with the power of life.

This should be a power that only gods can possess.

In the sky, the hundred-headed dragon Fafnir, whose size had shrunk to the size of an ordinary puppy, flapped its wings and obediently landed on Archbishop Edward's shoulder.

……

Somewhere in the southwest of Bast Forest.

After coming into contact with the large white spot, Zhou Ning was shocked to find that this was a wish he could not fulfill.

He "saw" the arrogant figure of Patriarch Roger, with layers of wings appearing behind him, and he was spitting wildly at two familiar figures.

One is myself, the other is Meredith.

His greatest desire deep in his heart was to become the king of angels and to spit on himself and Meredith.

"Heh..." Zhou Ning couldn't help laughing. Patriarch Roger, who was busy at the side, looked at Zhou Ning inexplicably, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Zhou Ning glanced at him meaningfully. He hadn't expected that Patriarch Roger, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually have such a bold thought deep down. This wish was indeed a bit too much. To be honest, he also wanted to become the Angel King. If he had the ability, he would have given it to him first.

If Alfred were to fulfill his wish, the easiest way would be for Patriarch Roger to be possessed by "Him" or some other powerful being, and have his consciousness taken over. If I were to do it myself, I would just have to ignore it.

Then, Zhou Ning checked some wish spots of varying sizes and found that these people’s wishes were varied and often difficult to achieve.

For example, Smith Hall's greatest wish is to become the Archbishop of the Church of the God of War; Elsa's greatest wish is to own a miracle item of her own, preferably a spear; Professor Scott's greatest wish is to become the Lord of Weather and possess the authority over weather.

They all have average abilities, but they have wild ideas.

Zhou Ning took a silent breath and found that by looking at the light spots of wishes, he could only see the other person's greatest wish at the moment, which was mostly a daydream and could not be realized with his own abilities.

If you call upon the power of the "Wishing Lamp", you can strengthen your authority to a certain extent, and maybe even fulfill one or two wishes.

But the wishes fulfilled in this way were beyond one's control. Perhaps they would die even more miserably than General Bilson.

The most ideal way to improve at present is to find out through asking and satisfy the other party’s most instinctive desire.

Zhou Ning curled the corners of his mouth, took out the golden wishing lamp from the void, and held it in his hand to look at it.

The cracks on the surface of this "wishing lamp" are quite obvious, as if it would fall apart if you exert any force.

There is a short wick at the mouth of the pot. According to the performance in the TV series, the genie can only be summoned by rubbing the lamp body.

Zhou Ning pondered for a moment. After trying just now, he found that he could indeed fulfill his wish. But the strange thing was that the power of desire consumed to fulfill his wish was surprisingly high, which resulted in him being able to fulfill only some small wishes at present.

If you think about it carefully, this makes sense. Otherwise, Alfred would have strengthened himself into a true god, or even the supreme god, by satisfying his own wishes.

I just don’t know what would happen if my wish were fulfilled through the wishing lamp?

If everything were normal, Zhou Ning would have an idea that could break the current deadlock.

After a slight hesitation, Zhou Ning chose to rub the surface of the magic lamp with his hands.

The next second, the wick at the mouth of this "Wishing Magic Lamp" spontaneously ignited without fire, and a wisp of golden flame shot up high with a "whoosh".

At this time, everyone present was startled by the movement on Zhou Ning's side and turned their eyes over.

Meredith flashed to Zhou Ning's side and looked at the magic lamp in Zhou Ning's hand.

The golden flame from the pot's mouth gushed upwards and gradually condensed. In an instant, bursts of thick white smoke rose high into the sky and gathered into a blurry and distorted shadow of a huge werewolf.

Zhou Ning couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Although this shadow was blurrier than before, its status still seemed above that of an angel. Furthermore, judging by its appearance, it wore a crown on its head, and its lower body was a blue mist. Aside from its slightly dull and numb expression, it was none other than Alfred, who had fallen at his hands before.

Meredith raised her head and gazed into the air, saying softly, "There's no doubt he's Alfred. Gods are immortal. In fact, at the level of Angel Kings, one can completely overcome death with their own will. Although gods, like mortals, can fall, they can be reborn after death through various means and rituals. Even some powerful angels can achieve this level."

"This God of Wish-Granting is like that. He must have fallen twice. It seems that one of his methods and rituals for rebirth is to fulfill the wishes of others as the djinn within this miraculous object. But don't worry, he's probably still asleep, and the process of resurrection is bound to be extremely long. The djinn before us is merely a projection of his subconscious."

Zhou Ning nodded solemnly. This also indirectly explained why Alfred had transformed from an elf into a werewolf genie living in an oil lamp. However, he was also curious about what had happened to cause Alfred's death. Was it the location of the elven goddess that was imprisoned in the bronze gate of the underground elven ruins?

At this moment, the giant werewolf lamp god looked at Zhou Ning with no expression or emotion, but there was a hint of humility in his voice:

"Powerful demigod, do you have any wishes that I should fulfill?"