Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wang Mian stood silently in the void, looking at the man in front of him who looked exactly like him, but was full of vicissitudes and fatigue.

His words were like a heavy hammer, completely shattering Wang Mian's already shaky worldview.

"In my timeline, you can't see the present-day Daxia."

The old man Wang Mian's voice was very soft, but it carried a weight that could crush mountains.

"There was only a scorched earth, an endless sea of ​​fire and wailing."

"We lost, completely, and everyone died, not a single one left."

He paused, his eyes drifting into the distance, as if he was seeing through the barriers of time, staring at the past that he could not bear to look back on.

"I refused to give in, so I became 'time'."

"I exhausted my divine power, reversed cause and effect, walked back in time, and personally changed the inevitable endings."

"But I'm not omnipotent." He changed the subject, with a hint of apology that could not be concealed.

"I saved Lao Cao, saved Lin Qiye, and saved many others... But every time I make corrections, the torrent of time will open up new gaps somewhere else."

"I couldn't save An Qingyu, and I couldn't protect the Seventh Reserve... I'm sorry, child. I tried my best."

Wang Mian took a deep breath, and the heavy feeling in his chest almost suffocated him.

He did not cry or question, but just bowed deeply to the old man in front of him.

"Senior, you don't have to apologize." His voice was a little hoarse, but very firm.

"You are a hero."

“You did everything you could.”

"I see."

There are no earth-shaking rhetoric, only the simplest understanding.

Because he knew that the person standing here was a lone brave man who carried all the despair and hope of another timeline.

The old king smiled with relief, and his body began to become transparent.

Countless points of light emanated from his body and merged into the void.

"My time has come." He calmly watched himself disappear.

"Remember, the throne of 'Time' is a curse and a shackle. It cannot be passed down."

"I can't leave it to you."

The light spots dissipated faster and faster, and his figure became blurred.

"Your opportunity to become a god is waiting for you in the future."

"Wait, fight, and obtain the power that truly belongs to you... Don't follow... my old path..."

As the last word fell, the figure of the old man Wang Mian completely turned into light dust in the sky and disappeared without a trace.

In this void, only Wang Mian was left, standing quietly, like an eternal sculpture.

On a rainy night, the streets of the training camp were deserted.

Lin Qiye stood under the eaves, the cigarette between his fingertips wet by the rain. He casually threw it on the ground and crushed it with his toes.

In his hand he held a long sword that exuded an ominous aura, which was the [Divine Disaster].

He found Yuuri Takishiro.

"I'll return the knife to you." Lin Qiye threw the knife over, his tone as casual as if he was throwing away a piece of garbage.

Yuuri Takishiro caught it steadily, and swept his cold eyes over him, "You used it well."

"Okay."

"You owe Nai more than just this knife." Yuuri Takibai said suddenly,

"The intelligence you gained in the 'Human Circle' and the evacuation route you found at the critical moment... were all arranged by her in advance."

"She bet on you to win from the very beginning."

Lin Qiye's movements froze.

He is used to calculating others, and is also used to being calculated by others.

But this was the first time he had encountered such pure, unrequited trust and dedication.

The girl who always followed behind him, a little timid and a little stubborn, actually did so much for him in secret.

An indescribable emotion surged in my heart.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke again, his voice a little heavy.

"Does she... want something? Or rather, does she have any unfulfilled dreams?"

Yuri Takishiro looked at him with some surprise, "Dream? Before the end of the world."

"Her biggest dream is just to dance in her favorite place."

"What's her favorite place?"

"A gigolo club."

Lin Qiye was stunned, then a scoundrel smile appeared on his face.

"interesting."

"Can you lend me this knife again?"

"what are you up to?"

"Nothing." Lin Qiye's smile was filled with a rare tenderness.

"I'm going to repay a favor and, by the way...help her realize her dream."

Blade World.

This is still the gigolo club with its bright lights, wine and women, and extravagant life.

Harsh music, dazzling lights, and an ambiguous mixture of alcohol and perfume filled the air.

Lin Qiye walked through the noisy crowd, ignoring the men and women who were winking at him.

His eyes fell precisely on a booth in the corner.

Yurina was sitting there, alone, holding a glass of wine in her hand.

He stared blankly at the center of the dance floor, as if waiting for something.

She is out of tune with the hustle and bustle here, like a quiet white flower forgotten in a corner.

Lin Qiye walked straight up to her.

The noisy music seemed to be muted at this moment.

Yurina raised her head and saw that familiar face. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then she was overwhelmed by great surprise.

Lin Qiye didn't say any extra words, just stretched out his hand towards her, with a perfect curve at the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I'm late."

His voice reached her ears clearly, "Now, can I ask you to dance?"

Yurina's eyes instantly turned red. She looked at the hand stretched out in front of her, nodded vigorously, and put her hand on it.

At the same moment when Lin Qiye held her hand, thousands of miles away,

In a deep and ancient palace, Shen Qingzhu, who had been sitting quietly on the throne, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were like sharp swords, fixed on the empty space in front of him.

The space there, like water into which a stone has been thrown, began to fluctuate violently.

A dark crack was being torn open silently and forcibly.