Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

It seemed the other party had misunderstood. But this wasn't a bad thing for him either. At least it could suppress this capricious little book. Zhou Ning didn't bother to explain. After watching it draw countless kowtowed believers on its pages, he wrote:

"Great Master, bringing back a fallen righteous god is undoubtedly the most difficult task in this world. I only have a general understanding of the requirements, and my status does not allow me to know the specific requirements. However, I can try to help you return through my insignificant efforts. Do you need my assistance?"

"...Not for now, I just want to learn more about it first." Zhou Ning did not refuse directly. He wanted to maintain his mysterious image in front of Xiao Poshu.

The little book reader drew a tearful face on the page, said "oh" in grievance, and then wrote:

"Based on the limited understanding your servant gained from his time with Archbishop Edward, a flawless godhead is required to return a fallen righteous god. It's best to have the godhead of a righteous god. If it's a subordinate godhead, multiple godheads are required, and the number required should be more than three."

"Haha, let me tell you a secret. Do you think the Life Alchemy Association and the Cursed God Cult's tireless efforts in helping Charles VII become a god were truly for his own good? Was Charles VII truly the Son of Destiny, the protagonist of the world, with everyone revolving around him?"

"His father was the fuel for his godhood, and so was he himself. This was a conspiracy that had been brewing for decades, perhaps even centuries, and all those involved were unaware of it, mere pawns. This is God, so great, yet so insidious! — Of course, this is definitely not referring to you."

Zhou Ning's brows furrowed a little as he listened. He understood what the little book said. It meant that even if Charles VII had completed the deification ceremony at that time, his godhood would most likely be taken away directly, and he would become the backup for the revival of a certain righteous god.

To some extent, Charles VII was even more tragic than his father. The teachers he trusted and the goals he worked towards were all scams. The righteous God is really scary!

The little book writer paused, quietly deleted the secret above, and then continued writing:

"Secondly, you must offer multiple authorities, or miraculous items embodying authority, such as a certain wishing lamp. I'm telling you quietly, great master. If this lamp hadn't fallen into your hands, it would have become the bargaining chip for the return of the great being within Archbishop Edward."

"Another key point is that a vast amount of faith/resentment or a vast amount of vitality is required to propel the ritual forward. This is the key to the return of all the righteous gods. This was the key difficulty for the insignificant Karl Robbins to revive the God of Death."

"By the way, the above ritual also applies to evil gods. Weak evil gods can skip most of the steps, just like the tiny Nyastra."

After quietly reviewing all the steps, Zhou Ning calmly considered for a few seconds. He was now certain that this incident was most likely related to the royal family. This would be the focus of his subsequent investigation.

Zhou Ning thought for a moment, closed the little book, and took out a piece of letter paper. He picked up the pen and wrote on it:

“An Angel King from the Life Alchemy Association has been lurking in Darkland.

"Their goal is most likely to allow a true god to truly return. Their partners include not only the Life Alchemy Association and the Life Goddess Church that I mentioned earlier, but also likely include the Retreat Society and even the royal family.

"Please pay attention to the problems with the royal family. I believe that it will not be difficult to discover the problems with the methods of the Ascetic Church.

"If there are any new discoveries or anything happens, please contact me immediately."

After finishing the letter, Zhou Ning stuffed it into an envelope and sealed it. After a brief moment of thought, he teleported to the Starry Sky Station. Sure enough, there were a few players there, AFK setting up stalls. A little further away, a player was peering in, hesitating whether to come over.

"Chosen One, come here."

Zhou Ning beckoned him to come over quickly, and when he saw the ID above his head, wow! It was Grantham, the black guy!

This little black guy has been bullying him for a long time, but Zhou Ning was too lazy to argue with him. He casually wrote a letter delivery task and sent it to Grantham:

"Take this letter to Stuart Crow, the Archbishop of St. Raymond's Church in Docklands. Remember to hand it to him personally. I will reward you handsomely."

At the same time, Grantham saw a prompt pop up on the panel:

[You have triggered a C-level mission: Send a letter. Do you accept? Yes/No?]

[Task Tip: Wayne Stewell has an important letter that needs your help to deliver to Dockland.]

[Mission Level: C]

[Mission requirements: Deliver the complete letter to Stuart Crow, Patriarch of the Ascetic Church.]

[Reward: 180000 experience points, 20 Vic Towers, Wayne Stewell's trust.]

"Did I trigger a hidden quest?" Grantham's mouth dropped open, feeling like he'd been gifted a fortune. Even though the quest reward was meager, Stuart Crowe was a big shot! Could this be related to the main quest?

Could it be that what I said about Wayne Stewell in the forum was really effective?

"What? Don't you have the confidence to complete it?" Zhou Ning looked at Grantham and asked in confusion without waiting for an answer.

"Yes, yes, that's great! It's my honor to serve you!" Grantham shouted hurriedly. Different from the eating and shitting flow invented by XB, Grantham paid more attention to RP-style communication with NPCs, highlighting a sense of immersion.

Then he hesitated and asked:

"How do I get to Docklands, please? By steam train?"

"No need." Zhou Ning put his hand on Grantham's chest. As a white light flashed, the other party's figure disappeared from the spot.

Zhou Ning retracted his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief. It was not appropriate for him to go over there in the current situation. It would be better to let a player who was not afraid of death go over and deliver the letter.

Then, while waiting for a reply, Zhou Ning returned to his home again, sat on the sofa, and reopened the simulator.

After a while of not paying attention, the simulation progress was nearing the end. Zhou Ning watched it leisurely. He was quite curious about the reincarnation world of this copy.

Continue the simulation.

[You randomly obtain three items and bring them back to reality... Honestly, you're not disappointed. Based on the information you've previously gathered, it seems likely that this reincarnation space is a place where you raise Gu through quests, pitting teams against each other to determine the strongest. You once wielded the blade of talent, only to be left scarred. Such a world might be a joy for you.]

After entering this world, you were assigned to a team, numbered 253. The leader is a gentle-looking man wearing glasses, a beautiful woman, and a burly black man. Including Miracle Yu, who is still in his elderly form, there are five of you in total. Is this the team you're going to use to fight Team 178?

If the two teams are of similar strength, the situation you face may not be that simple.

The man with glasses told you his name is Frunze, and he's from Bishkek, Soviet Russia. Before entering here, he had killed two female university students from St. Petersburg. He ended up here on the run. This is his third mission, the first two being Alien and One Piece.

The difficulty of the samsara realm is definitely beyond your imagination. In the first two worlds, his teammates died one by one, and he barely managed to survive. If you need his help in this world, I suggest everyone give him half of their points as protection money.

[Is this his ultimate goal?] A smile formed on your lips. Frunze glared at you, pulled out a revolver, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger towards your shoulder.

But in the next second, the gun in Frunze's hand slipped to the ground for some reason. As he looked down, the muzzle of the gun happened to be pointing at him. The misfired bullet pierced his forehead at close range. The veteran fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open.

[Looking at the stunned expressions of the others, you spread your hands and asked: Did anyone bring a knife, fork and cutlery? ]