Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes briefly meeting Archbishop Edward's. Looking at the other's two pairs of eyes blooming with golden flames, he couldn't help but feel his heart trembling and his teeth aching.

To a certain extent, he could be considered the other party's favored one, but not entirely. Of course, this involved the concept of parallel time and space.

He had traveled through the world of Apocalypse twice, with many overlaps, such as inventing the steam engine twice, starting two technological revolutions, and becoming one of the Four Heroes twice. The difference was that the first time he became a favored one of Edgeworth, the god of craftsmen, and died in an assassination before forcing the king of the Kingdom of Falik to abdicate.

The second time, he joined the Church of Poseidon, but this time he didn't receive the favor of God. With the help of the Church of Poseidon and the favored one, Edin, the then Pirate King Zhou Ning usurped the power of the Kingdom of Falik with a near-easy victory, replicating Napoleon's feat and nearly conquering the Apocalypse Continent, but he was still assassinated at the peak of his power. Alchemy and the Craftsman Church had nothing to do with this entire process.

It looks complicated, but the answer is simple. Obviously, these are two different parallel time and space. From the various traces that he had discovered before, it was shown that the history before this world was inherited from the part of One Piece Zhou Ning.

The parallel time and space caused by his first time traveling did not have any impact on reality. It was just that the gains from the time travel were preserved by the time travel simulator, resulting in the strange result that the person favored by God is not actually the one favored by God.

In addition, looking at Archbishop Edward's current strange condition, Zhou Ning had a vague idea.

Is it possible that the elven goddess somehow merged with Edgeworth, the god of alchemy and craftsmen, or vice versa?

Such speculation made cold sweat quickly break out on his forehead, which meant that the other party was likely to have double the amount of authority.

In mythology, he is the maker of divine artifacts, the possessor of fire authority, and the symbol of power. In mythology, he is the righteous god symbolizing bows and arrows, hunting, and the wind, and also the protector of the elves. When these two are combined, what a terrifying personality this is!

Although he was extremely shocked, Zhou Ning's expression remained unchanged. While trying to fight against the petrification and the invisible shackles on his body, he smiled and said:

"I am Wayne Stewell, an ordinary demigod."

Although he couldn't see the real look clearly, Zhou Ning could vaguely sense that the other party seemed to smile at this time. The voice that spoke at this time was a gentle female voice, but for some reason, the tone of "Him" suddenly became evil and crazy. He laughed:

"An ordinary demigod? No, fate tells me that you possess many secrets and are far more complex than you appear."

The next second, Zhou Ning felt his body begin to itch. Not only did his black windbreaker and the imperial weapon "God's Hand - Beowulf" on his palm come to life, but his white shirt and black pants also grew deformed limbs and a mouth full of sharp teeth, which stuck to his skin and began to bite hard.

This is the activation effect brought about by the overly powerful divinity.

What's worse is that his hands, feet, ears and eyes also have life, and they instinctively hate each other, trying hard to stay away from each other and break up with each other.

In an instant, with a burst of severe pain, his right hand betrayed him along with "Beowulf, the Hand of God", grew thin and deformed limbs, and crawled away from him.

Cries of surprise and pain echoed around them, and similar scenes were witnessed by numerous members of the Church of War. Their limbs and facial features betrayed them, choosing freedom. Suddenly, the gates of the gods' abode were filled with limbs and facial features running everywhere, a scene both terrifying and comical.

But this severe pain also brought Zhou Ning back to his senses. His body suddenly became able to move. Without thinking twice, he immediately activated the demigod state. His spirit naturally told him what to choose, and the emperor's privileged form was the best choice at the moment.

He closed his eyes and began to chant silently:

“The privilege of the Emperor is the privilege of the earth;

All the essence will temporarily belong to me..."

A flash of light flashed, and in an instant his aura became proud and majestic. However, perhaps because his personality was severely suppressed by the divine nature, the crown on his head and the black dragon robe on his body did not condense.

Zhou Ning raised his head. In his imperial privileged state, he was instinctively fearless, confident to the point of recklessness. The divine power's suppression of him was practically nonexistent. When facing a deity, this might truly be the best option at the moment.

In this state, all the things around him that were not of high status could obey his orders, be collected by him in a short period of time, and "expropriate for his own use". The first thing he thought of was of course the "Code of Falique" in the hands of "Archbishop Edward" and the "Opera in Four Acts of Leoncavallo" in the hands of Karl Robbins.

There was no doubt that the collection had failed, so the next target was simple, which was naturally his right hand.

Under Zhou Ning's gaze, his right hand just ran away from home and ran more than ten meters away, then it returned to his hand with a "swoosh" sound. He then grabbed it and pressed it back. With a burst of flesh and blood squirming, it grew back.

Immediately afterwards, the limbs and facial features flying all over the ground ran back one by one under Zhou Ning's command and returned to their original owners.

Zhou Ning then extended his right fist, spread out his five fingers, and a huge, silver-white revolver appeared on his right palm, which was wearing the "God's Hand·Beowulf".

Rival! A firearm from the world of Fate/Stay Night, loaded with a magical bullet called the Origin Bullet, capable of directly destroying magic circuits and killing the magician with one strike.

In a flash, he aimed the competitor in his hand at Archbishop Edward and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

boom!

This origin bullet was imbued with the echo of blood and revenge, and it spun with blazing flames and shot towards Archbishop Edward's head. Although it caused no damage at all, the opponent also made the bullet hover in the air. However, the fact that a god was forced to be cautious in the face of a bullet was itself extremely ironic.

An almost sarcastic smile gradually appeared on Zhou Ning's lips.

This is a provocation launched by humans against a righteous God.

Archbishop Edward frowned slightly, his face becoming serious. The giant dragon Fafnir, with a hundred heads, perched on his shoulder instantly flew up and grew larger, its wings almost covering the sky.

Without a pause, a line of words appeared on Leoncavallo's Opera in Four Acts:

"Until now, Wayne Stewell's greedy, arrogant, and blindly self-confident nature has not been corrected. But it doesn't matter. At this point in the plot, the performance of a single actor can no longer determine everything. All the actors, including myself, have already appeared on stage. From now on, you can look forward to a destined and grand opera performance!"

"First, Wayne Stewell will find that all his guns are jammed and cannot be fired. This is a malfunction that cannot be solved in a short time. Yes, it just happens!"

Not far away, Kratos looked at "Archbishop Edward" indifferently. Iron chains were wrapped around his arms and tightened, and scorching flames ignited on them.

On the other side, Meredith finally broke free from his restraints with his high angelic status. The body of this angel of order expanded rapidly, revealing his angelic form again, turning into a giant five or six meters tall, wearing a gorgeous and complicated white priest robe.