The End of the World: Contracted Goddess of War, My Powers Can Be Infinitely Replicated

"Well!"

"I'm full, I'm full..."

late at night.

Shen Liang seemed to have endless energy.

Still making hot dogs for Zhang Yazhi.

Zhang Yazhi had been busy all day. Although she had consumed a lot of energy and physical strength, she was full enough after dinner. As a mutant, her physical fitness was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If you really fight all day, you need to rest well at night. After all, there is no fighting, right? ... Facing Shen Liang's midnight hot dog, Zhang Yazhi was really unable to eat it, but she really enjoyed the experience of eating delicious food at night. The feeling was wonderful. Every bite would make her feel warm in her stomach...

But Shen Liang enjoyed the process very much.

Today is weird too.

Facing so many girls.

But today I prefer young women.

Before the meal, in the kitchen, Shen Liang was captivated by Xia Nan's strong flavor of a top-notch young woman, so he talked to her about the preparation of dinner and several ways to eat hot dogs. During the conversation, Meng Nuannuan also contributed her own theory of young women, allowing Shen Liang to slowly practice Xia Nan's theory while roughly practicing Meng Nuannuan's theory. In the end, he lived up to everyone's expectations and learned several methods.

And this moment.

Zhang Yazhi has taken control of her again.

Regarding the taste of young women.

Xia Nan is definitely top-notch.

Is Zhang Yazhi considered a young woman?

This is a question worth exploring.

Because she already has a grown-up daughter.

Judging from her age alone, she is definitely not considered a young woman, but Shen Liang is a fair, just and sincere person. After several judgments and practices, he can say responsibly that Zhang Yazhi's physical condition is definitely that of a young woman, and her taste is very pure.

Ever since.

Supper time.

He came to see Zhang Yazhi again.

Discuss how to make hamburgers.

Several ways to make Roujiamo.

And the difference between Western hot dogs and Chinese roujiamo.

"Oh~!"

"Sister Yazhi."

"You're really amazing, huh!"

"I never thought hot dogs could do this!"

"With such a rich and pure sauce, the taste of the whole hot dog is even purer, especially when a large amount of secret sauce is poured and mixed on the hot dog, it feels like everything tastes right... By the way, Sister Yazhi, did you make this hot dog sauce yourself? There's so much, and the texture is really smooth and delicious..."

"Well, no way..."

Zhang Yazhi felt a little embarrassed.

A blush appeared on her delicate face.

People always make comparisons.

Same with cooking.

Xia Nan has always been the head chef.

But Zhang Yazhi is also a master.

In the evening.

Shen Liang was captivated by Xia Nan's cooking skills and appreciated her excellent cooking skills. Unexpectedly, at this moment in the evening, Zhang Yazhi surpassed him. It cannot be said that Zhang Yazhi's skills were better, but she did show many cooking techniques that Xia Nan did not know. Zhang Yazhi herself did not notice anything about these methods, but from Shen Liang's taste, they were superb, super awesome, super impressive...

"Um, Shen...Shen Liang."

"Mianmian, Mianmian, she should be back from her bath soon, otherwise, otherwise..."

"You should be full too, right?"

"Tomorrow, we'll eat rice bowl tomorrow?"

Zhang Yazhi is soliciting opinions.

Halfway through the sentence.

Shen Liang directly blocked her mouth with a hot dog.

"When do I eat? Do I need you to teach me?"

He was rarely so overbearing.

But today is different.

After a day of running around and feeling tired.

Finally got home.

He just wanted to do what he wanted to do happily. No matter whether it was Xia Nan or Zhang Yazhi, as long as Shen Liang wanted to cook, they had to accompany him obediently. So what about Du Mianmian, although Du Mianmian had never been alone with Shen Liang.

But Zhang Yazhi should have known that from the first day she moved in, Du Mianmian would no longer be her own daughter. If Zhang Yazhi recognized Shen Liang as her peer, he would be willing to be her uncle. If Du Mianmian recognized Shen Liang as her brother, he would also be willing to recognize her as his sister...

But no matter what the relationship is.

Du Mianmian.

Here with Shen Liang.

No different from any other girl.

Living under Shen Liang's roof.

You must be ready to accompany Shen Liang to do whatever he wants.

For example, cooking.

"No, I don't mean anything else. Shen... Shen Liang, Brother Shen~~~~~ Dad~~~~~~"

"Is it okay for me to call you that?"

Zhang Yazhi suddenly gave in.

Even a conciliatory attack.

Being addressed like this made Shen Liang a little confused.

Of course, what was more important was that the blood that had just calmed down began to boil again.

"Brother Shen~~~~~Good father~~~~~"

"Good husband~~~~~~"

"Yazhi, Yazhi is willing to cook with you."

"Whether it's breakfast, lunch, dinner or even a midnight snack, Yazhi is willing to serve you~~~!"

"Yazhi belongs to me, and so does Mianmian. Mianmian has always told me how much she loves you, but I always felt she was still a child and naive, and might easily offend you, so I kept her in check. Actually, deep down... she's already confided in you. You know, girls are most fascinated by heroes."

"Brother Shen~~~~~"

"You, you are the hero in our mother and daughter's hearts~~~~~"

what is this.

Open your heart?

A sincere confession?

have to say.

Shen Liang accepted it.

And I want to get to know Ms. Zhang Yazhi again.

Sister Yazhi, good sister, good 'daughter'...

"Since you are so sincere."

"Then let's make a delicious Western hot dog."

not long time.

A girl's voice sounded outside the door.

"Mom, are you in the house?"

"Why do I hear someone else's voice?"

"Mom, I'm coming in?"

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at the same time.

Late into the night.

Many people have trouble sleeping.

Whether they are hungry, thirsty, sentimental, overwhelmed with emotions, finding hope for life, or simply preparing to die... In this end times, many people in different places subconsciously look at the exceptionally bright night sky outside at the same time.

Someone is broadcasting live.

The network is becoming increasingly unstable.

Not many people can watch the live broadcast.

But this is surprisingly the time when everyone hates live streaming the least.

Quite the opposite.

Many people are bored, hopeless, pessimistic...

There's nothing to watch on TV.

There was no official press release to get the information.

This increasingly unstable network has become the only fastest source of information.

Everyone is thinking that it would be best if more people livestreamed so that we could see more of what's happening in different regions. It would also be best if more people livestreamed so that we wouldn't feel so lonely, bored, or pessimistic. Livestreaming and chatting is also the driving force for many people to survive...

"The moon is so bright tonight."

"Is the end of the world coming to an end? I hope it will pass quickly..."

"I'm hoping for sudden dark clouds and another downpour. Last time, it was the bloody rain that caused the zombies to mutate. This time, perhaps an ordinary rain will be able to turn the zombies into humans?"

"Hehe, brothers, maybe I'm dreaming..."

"No need to comfort me."

"Actually, by now, I've come to some conclusions. Whether the weather is bad or bright, there's no way to change the current state of affairs. The disaster has already happened and it can't be reversed. Most humans have already died, and few will survive. Everyone will die, sooner or later..."

"Haha, everyone will die sooner or later..."

The host's mood is becoming increasingly unstable.

He is on the rooftop at the moment.

he was thinking.

Will it be eaten by flying monsters?

Or be eaten by mutant rats that climb to the roof.

If you wait a little longer nothing happens.

Then, solve it yourself...

I thought so.

Suddenly he glanced at the barrage.

The comment was originally persuasive.

Suddenly the style of painting changed.

[Host! Holy crap! Look up in the sky! What the hell is that?!]

[Oh my god! Has the sky changed? Could this be the end of the world?]

[Anchor, look up! Something's happening in the sky! It seems some words have appeared!]

[Damn it! You believed me! How could I possibly lie to you?]

[Anchor! If you don't look up, I'll fucking beat you up, believe it or not! Look up quickly, I'm begging you, please look up, I'm not lying to you!]

Look at these barrages.

The anchor who had already lost all hope.

But he had no intention of looking up.

Instead, he continued to look at the barrage with a somewhat miserable smile.

He smiled and scratched his hair.

"Bros."

"Now that things have come to this, don't try to persuade me."

"Whether you curse me or lie to me, I won't blame you. I know you're just trying to save a life through some weird means, but I want to say... at this point, living isn't necessarily a good thing. Perhaps death is a relief for someone as powerless as me. After all, this is the end of the world..."

The host became more and more excited as he spoke.

He slowly walked towards the edge of the roof.

while walking.

Close to the edge.

Suddenly I heard many people opening windows.

It seems like they are discussing what is happening in the sky.

He came to his senses.

Slowly raised his head.

He saw a magical sight that he had never seen before in his life.

“There are words, in the sky… there really are… words!”

"Guys, what the hell...what's going on today!"

"Could it be that the place we live in is like in the movie, The Truman Show!?!"

The Truman Show.

A word from the anchor.

Woke everyone up.

Hope arose among those who were originally in despair.

After all, according to the main plot of The Truman Show, no matter what happens in the world where Truman lives, it is all fake, man-made, and an illusion created by people in the outside world for Truman. When the illusion is opened, when Truman sees the sky outside, the sea outside, the outside world... he will eventually find that everything here is a joke!

can.

Is that really the case?

Many people shouted.

Trying to awaken the so-called new world.

Awakening the people in the so-called outside world.

However, there was no response.

The only one who responded.

It was the zombies and mutant beasts that were attracted here.

When everyone realized that the world hadn't changed, only the words in the sky had, they became desperate again. More people began to wait, waiting for the words in the sky to slowly condense, wanting to see what the sky wanted to say...

The whole process lasted a long time.

It takes about an hour.

When the font appears completely.

It was blurry, but it seemed to form a complete sentence.

Everyone stared intently.

"What does it mean?"

"The first...first stage...of the trial, is it starting?"

On the roof.

The anchor frowned and looked at it for a long time.

Finally I was sure that I was not mistaken.

The words seemed to be condensed from clouds, floating and vague, but the general outline could still be seen. These should be the words for sure, but he didn't understand what they meant.

So I could only look at the barrage.

now.

In the live broadcast room,

Because of the appearance of sky fonts.

Popularity has also increased several times.

When there are too many people, the barrage becomes chaotic.

But there are also more people coming here to exchange different information.

[I just looked up to confirm. I spelled it out roughly the same as the host pronounced it. It's also the first stage, the trial begins!]

[I'm at the southernmost tip of our country, and fonts are appearing here too! Just like the host's!]

[I'm in the northernmost part of the country! I've also got a "wow" here!]

[The easternmost part is also...]

【The westernmost...】

[Don't mention my motherland. I'm overseas. This sentence is used in other countries, but it's written in the local language. Here I use English!]

[I'm here too. The Japanese characters that appeared in the sky are all twisted and distorted. They mean the same thing!]

[The Korean font on the Korean side is the same...]

What does this mean? Are we in a massive game? An apocalyptic game between gods and ants? Ugh, I suddenly feel so desperate!

[Large-scale real-life game? Damn it! Using human lives to play games, even for a god, that's too much, right? I think the devil from hell is more appropriate!!!]

[Shh! Keep a low profile! If the devil comes looking for you, I'll scare you to death!]

[Hehe, stop it. No matter how scary a demon is, it's still dead. Now facing zombies and these mutant beasts, how can we possibly survive? You know what? Today, a cockroach as big as a Ragdoll cat ran in and bit my Ragdoll cat to death. I had to hit it with a frying pan for ten minutes before I could barely kill it... The demon is not as scary as this cockroach!]

The Internet is a mess.

Many people are discussing it.

What does this mean.

[The first stage of trial begins]

Could this really be some kind of devil's trial?

Or, do gods really exist in this world?

The gods are playing tricks on humans and hunting them down...

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Riverside Community.

Shen Liang stood in front of the window.

Zhang Yazhi was in front of him, leaning against the window, looking at the words in the sky outside, her eyes full of fear, anxiety, despair and relief.

"Hmm, what does this mean, well, so scary..."

"ah!"

Zhang Yazhi screamed.

Du Mianmian, who was watching and learning from behind, was so scared that her face turned pale.

what happened.

Why was my mother so happy just now, but suddenly she screamed? Could it be that the fonts in the sky outside are really so powerful and scary?

Look at these words.

A serious look also appeared on Shen Liang's face.

"The rain is coming."

"I didn't expect it to be so far in advance."

Whispering.

He couldn't help but grit his teeth.

After a moment, Zhang Yazhi left trembling.

He waved to Du Mianmian.

"Mianmian, even though this is scary, you must eventually know what these words in the sky mean, so come... come to me."

Du Mianmian was timid.

Walked to Shen Liang.

Looking at this delicate and fair girl.

The unique fragrance of a young girl is refreshing.

Carrying her to the bay window.

Look at the font in the air.

Du Mianmian exclaimed!

"Oh my god, so... Yeah! So, so big!!!"

The font is really too big.

It feels like being ten thousand meters in the sky.

But everyone can see it clearly.