Restart: Becoming the Creator of the Magic World 13 Times

"Hey! No? Don't you know? Wait? Are you trying to trick me?" Qiangwei looked panicked and confused.

"No, Ms. Qiangwei, do you know what you are saying?" Principal Morris asked seriously.

"How much did you know about this place before you came?" He pinched Qiangwei's shoulders with both hands.

"Hey?"

Morris took a deep breath to calm himself down and released his hands. "Sorry, kid. Did I hurt you?"

Qiangwei looked at him tremblingly, her eyes full of fear.

"Can we talk, Ms. Qiangwei?" the principal said gently.

"I..." Rose's hesitation made Morris even more anxious.

"Or you could just tell me directly."

Qiangwei looked at the principal in confusion: "But, ask me, how can I know what you want to know if you don't ask me?"

"..."

I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air. Qiangwei has dug out a three-bedroom and one-living-room apartment with her toes.

But she had to do it, all for her character.

As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

"I've never heard that there are levels above the Grand Mage, Ms. Qiangwei, how did you know that?" Principal Morris coughed a few times.

"Before I came here, my god told me about the level differentiation here. You all know it before the Grand Mage."

"Next are the Saint Magicians, Intermediate Saint Magicians, Great Saint Magicians, and then the Divine Magicians, who also have Intermediate Divine Magicians and Great Divine Magicians."

"The final step is to become a god."

"Becoming a god!!! How is that possible! You are talking nonsense, classmate Qiangwei." Morris replied to Qiangwei with a smile.

She was indeed spoiled growing up, and was fooled by this lie.

"Principal, you don't believe it? This is what Weishen told me. Otherwise, why would I come here to learn? Learn bird calls?" Qiangwei looked at the principal arrogantly.

"What? People from your place can become gods?" Morris couldn't believe his ears.

"Why not? God needs people's faith. Isn't a person who believes in others a great man?"

"From another perspective, a great man is a god. Their very appearance is already a miracle, isn't it?" Rose said in a calm tone.

It is indeed unreasonable and unimaginable in Morrison.

"How can a human become a god..."

"It's getting late. Please take the tea to the professor." Qiangwei handed the tea to the principal and left.

Principal Morris fell into deep thought as he watched Qiangwei walk away, then opened the wooden box.

Inside was a box of tea and a piece of paper with the words the principal showed to Qiangwei written on it.

There are also some words written on the back, which are the level requirements for a magician to become a god.

It turns out that you can’t upgrade the Holy Magician just by wanting to, you have to be struck by lightning.

Morris couldn't help but sigh that it was no wonder that no one had ever appeared at the level of a Holy Magician. It turned out that they were all killed by lightning.

It takes thirty-six, forty-nine, or eighty-one steps to become a god.

Can anyone really make it through this? Just like Qiangwei said, if they're that strong, then what else could they be but gods?

However... you still have to think carefully about whether it's true or not. You can't just believe what a little kid says.

but……

'Micro-god'? Who is it? Her god?

In the afternoon, Qiangwei received the requirements and content written by Hull and others.

Sitting in the office on the third floor processing documents, all of which were written using designated magic.

In order to prevent others from seeing the content, Qiangwei cast a spell to turn it into Chinese characters.

Except for the gods under her or designated personnel who can see the content, all others can see are Chinese characters.

"Is there something wrong with Your Highness spending so long looking at documents?" Butler Qiao stood by and watched.

Qiangwei chuckled as she listened to him imitating her way of speaking: "Why are you imitating my way of speaking?"

Butler Qiao quipped, "No, I just think your Highness's way of speaking is particularly beautiful and can express direct meanings."

"Now everyone in the aristocratic circle is learning to speak like you. After all, even the curses sound so nice." Butler Qiao responded happily.

"Aristocratic circle? Why would they imitate me?"

"Your Highness, you don't know that we all learned this from Miss Zhiyi." Butler Qiao said shyly.

"???" Rose asked three question marks in a row.

"Don't you know? Miss Zhiyi is the epitome of etiquette in the social world. Miss Alona, ​​whom she taught, is as beautiful as a goddess."

"His behavior, speech, and manners are all extremely elegant, and he has become a model for all the nobles to emulate."

Butler Qiao couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Zhiyi's language is so beautiful every time she attends an event. She is worthy of being someone who came from your side."

"And Miss Zhiyi said that if you want to hear curse words, you can say more than her."

"Is she praising me or scolding me?" Qiangwei looked at him with a look of despair on her face.

"Scold?" Butler Qiao thought for a moment before reacting, "I'm grateful."

Qiangwei said with a myocardial infarction: "Go out and do your own thing."

"Yes, but I have to say that since His Highness came down, all the nobles you stood with have become commoners."

“That’s why it became popular.”

Butler Qiao left the office, and Qiangwei held her chin up and complained.

What else could it be? How dare a century-old history compare to my thousand-year history?

But it's still like this after seven hundred years. Maybe if she doesn't come again, magic will become extinct.

There was no innovation, no new system, and even the proud Industrial Revolution did not emerge.

If it were on Blue Star, the Eagle Country would have ruled the world in seven hundred years.

But the scientists of the Middle Ages have not yet appeared in this world; it is just a parallel world.

A world where even the rules can be changed at will, but you have to be the creator god or a powerful person.

Qiangwei picked up Hull's document, and the word "protection" that came into her sight was embedded in her eyes.

The applicant Hermes is the god of wealth in the world and the god of rocks that controls gold, rocks and soil.

Guardianship is the power he bestows upon his believers, and the power of the believers and angels is yet to be determined.

Seat of God: The seat of Hermes, the god of rock.

Originally there were surnames and given names, but there are still some distinctions on the throne.

Otherwise, it will be a bit troublesome to preach at that time, because you can just tell people that your God has changed his name!

This is too much nonsense——

Qiangwei looked at the standard resume and nodded with satisfaction, worthy of being a god of nature.

"Approved." Then he picked up the seal and stamped it.

Hull, who was far away in the sky, felt a powerful force filling him.

He felt the power carefully and it seemed to be stronger than a hundred years ago. This was a gift from Rose as the God of Creation.

He also felt his own throne, which was similar to a constellation.

As long as there is no god stronger than him who kills him, he will not die as long as there is a believer.

As long as his believers reach a consensus with him on faith, they can directly obtain his power, and the throne will be further strengthened.

The power of God will also be further enhanced. How afraid is Rose that they will be trapped by the throne of God?

Qiangwei: I’m really scared. You guys can take control of the throne. It’s really terrifying.

The God of Fire and the God of Stove received the same treatment, but the God of the Dead, Rose, was a bit of a headache.

"Alie, come here." Qiangwei directly told O. Tilie to come over.

"You go," O. Tille responded respectfully.

"You...you...do you need so much authority for this position of God?" Qiangwei repeated his outrageous request over and over again.

"The God of the Dead, the God who controls the cycle of death and reincarnation in the world, the God who controls all dark magic, the God of disease, the God of plague..."

"Why are you going to heaven? Have you been through some hardship?" Qiangwei looked at what was written in disbelief.

"If we destroy the evil god, you'll definitely be the first one! Are you going to rebel?"

"There's nothing I can do. This is what I'm busy with right now, great God of Creation." O. Tilie shook his head helplessly.

He was just about to tell Qiangwei that he was the only God of Darkness now, so it was up to him to decide whether to give it to him or not.

"Do I have to write so much?" Qiangwei still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, because the power of the dead is not that great." O. Tille answered honestly.

"Authority again..." Qiangwei was overwhelmed when she heard this word. This thing directly restricted many things under her.

"Unless you give me a new authority that can directly take over the rule of all the troubles brought by death."

Promotion and salary increase, the words "promotion and salary increase" were written all over Ottilie's face.

"The Dark God King who controls the death and reincarnation of all things in the world."

"How about this?" Qiangwei looked at him calmly and said.

"! Of course!" Ottilie said excitedly.

He had never imagined that his position would become so high! This way, all the Dark Gods would have to obey his orders.

He is the king of all dark gods. It would be great if he could have any power he wants.

"Don't be too proud. The higher the position, the greater the ability and the greater the responsibility. Do you understand what I mean?" Qiangwei said meaningfully.

"Yes." Ottilie looked at Qiangwei firmly.

"Any new god who takes office must report to me. After all, you can't hold the throne with your bare hands." Rose wrote a separate induction form for O. Tilie.

Then he stamped it, and after stamping it, O. Tille clearly felt the changes in himself.

"Looking forward to your creation."

"Yes." O. Tille said with tears of gratitude, and then left.

Then Rose hurriedly divided the gods into different levels according to their original strength.

No, we can’t just divide everything up like this, it will be a mess later.

I'll change it when the time comes.

……

Falling into the abyss.

"Just as the adults predicted, the God of Creation has arrived, and Hermes, the God of Rock, has escaped." The three men in black robes went to the Fallen Abyss together to check the situation.

On the surface of Lake Sis in the north, the same three people were also reporting.

"The god of fire and the god of the hearth have also disappeared."

……

"The three gods of the wasteland have also disappeared."

"All the ones from Nanyuan are gone too."

……

A deserted place.

Boom——

A bright flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark sky suddenly became bright.

"What's going on! Why has our shrine disappeared as well?" said a woman with black curly hair and fair skin.

A white-haired old man slowly spoke: "Are you blind? Not only us, but even the twelve main gods are gone, right?"

"Then what are our hundreds of years of hard work worth?" said a red-haired man with a cleft mouth.

"You are able to endure hardship." The old man replied calmly.

"No, what if the Creator God comes to the mortal world?" said a red-haired middle-aged man.

"Then you can only wait for death." The old man answered calmly.

A red-haired boy uttered a childish voice: "What if we don't have a throne?"

"Just be an alien, after all, there are no gods." The old man still looked indifferent.

A black-haired, yandere man asked, "Does anyone know who the Creator God is?"

"I don't know." The old man shook his head.

"Then you still..." The black-haired sick man realized that there were only five people in the meeting today.

"who are you?"

Everyone who reacted immediately took out their magic wands and pointed them at the white-haired old man.

"Alas... How did you manage to suppress the twelve main gods with your brains?" sighed the white-haired old man.

"This is not your concern. Tell me, who are you?" the black-haired sick man said viciously.

"I am just an evil god born from human resentment." As he said this, he shed the appearance of an old man and turned into a young man.

A man in white stood up, wearing a white mask with a smiling face on one side and a crying face on the other. His tall figure with thick black hair made him look even more arrogant.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the evil god who has no name yet, and I am also a lonely and desolate god." The nameless god introduced himself with emotion.

There was a hint of sadness in her words: "I have always wanted to find a place to stay. But I have never found one."

"So you are also a god?" asked the black-haired woman.

"It was before, but not now." The nameless god said while wiping away non-existent tears.

"But I know some inside information." The nameless god suddenly smiled.

“I know how to see the new rules.”

"What do you think?" everyone asked.

The Nameless God hesitated and said, "We're not allies yet, are we? How can I answer such an ambiguous question all at once?"

The red-haired middle-aged man acted as if he was ready to fight the nameless god: "Hurry up and tell me! Otherwise, don't blame me for beating you up!"

"Woo woo~ You're so fierce, I'm a little scared~" The timid look of a 1.89-meter-tall man really made everyone unable to bear it.

"I've been annoyed with you for a long time!" The young child acted as a forward and attacked.

The four people behind also rushed over.

"Oh! Don't...ah~"

"Shut your mouth—hit me!"

"Don't~ don't touch my clothes~ ah~~ wuwu~"

"Woooooooo~" The smoke dissipated, and the nameless god was seen knocking all five people to the ground.

Sitting at the highest position in a pyramid formation, they stepped on the face of the young child and whimpered, "I told you to stop sobbing. Stop hitting me. You... just sob, sob..."

"Why don't you listen?" The tone immediately changed to that of a handsome young man.

"How did you drag the God of Nature into this? Are you just going to rely on your gang fight?" The nameless god said with disdain.

"Who... are you...?" asked the black-haired woman, spitting blood.

"Haven't I introduced you already? And aren't you too weak?" The nameless god came down from them.

"It's a question whether you can survive in the new system when you are so weak." The nameless god had a sad expression.

"We don't know either. He was fine yesterday, but today his strength has been downgraded to that of a high-level magician." The man with the slit mouth said weakly.