Godslayer: My Girlfriend Red Tassel

"Su Yan, do you also suggest that I refine a fragment of a godhood?" Shen Qingzhu asked with a hint of bitterness.

If outsiders heard this, they might think Shen Qingzhu was being pretentious.

He repeatedly declined the opportunity to become a god that so many people longed for.

But what he wanted was never that illusory divine position; what he wanted was to be able to cross mountains and rivers hand in hand with his good brothers, never abandoning or giving up on them.

Having become the last god to refine a divine spark, although they could accompany each other for a while, they could never stand shoulder to shoulder with them on the mountaintop.

"Actually, it's quite the opposite." Su Yan suddenly smiled and said seriously:

“These past few days, everyone else has been working on the forbidden ruins, but you haven’t made any progress. I guessed that you were hesitating.”

"But what I want to tell you is, don't hesitate, go ahead and do it! Even if you run out of resources, don't worry. I can lead you to destroy Takamagahara once, and in the future I can lead you to destroy Sun City. Even if Sun City is not enough, then we will go to Asgard. As long as there is enough Great Dao Origin, even if you are a pig, I can turn you into a divine pig."

"So go ahead and do it, I'll take care of everything."

Shen Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, and after a long pause, she slowly lowered her head and fell silent.

He never expected Su Yan to say such a thing. He originally thought Su Yan wanted to persuade him to use the Godhood Fragment as soon as possible so that his strength could catch up with everyone else's progress. But he never expected that Su Yan was just worried about his mentality.

It further encouraged him to do what he wanted and made such a big commitment to it.

What have I done to deserve this?

Su Yan patted him on the shoulder, then got up and left.

"Su Yan, thank you for never giving up on me, thank you..." Shen Qingzhu didn't dare to look up, her voice hoarse.

"Hey bro, stop being so dramatic about giving up. If the team were full of people as good as you, I'd be sleeping soundly every night. Unlike now, I have to be like a mother hen, serving this bunch of silly people who are no different from elementary school kids. It's so annoying."

Su Yan waved and left, making a teasing remark:

"Stop being so dramatic. Let's forge the forbidden ruins as soon as possible. I also want to know what the future of [Qi Min] is... Could it be [Valve Core]? With a snap of my fingers, all the bicycles, electric bikes, and cars in Great Xia will have flat tires."

"Holy crap, no way!" Shen Qingzhu's lips twitched wildly, as if she had just thought of something.

"Who knows? Let's wipe our faces, we're about to land... Never mind, let's not wipe them, it'll make us look more pitiful and we'll get scolded less!"

......

At dawn.

Wang walked out of the dormitory looking refreshed, breathing in the cool morning air.

That's awesome, so awesome!

Last night I really got my revenge!

When asked how he became a god, the old man always had a smug look on his face and wouldn't mince words.

"Become a god? Why don't you just go to heaven?"

"Wangmian, is your name Wangmian because you have a big face and are called a king?"

"Wait until I die, and I'll give you a bite of my food when I die, and you'll become a god. When will I die? Next week... Hahaha, just kidding, I can live for another 736,900 years!"

Whenever he thought of these words, Wang Mian would clench his fists, barely managing to stay rational only by taking deep breaths.

If we weren't truly outmatched, we would at least have cracked his skull open.

Last night was different. The existence of the "Seven Days' End" made Old Time so envious that his eyes widened and he almost broke apart from his own body!

No matter how skillfully you manipulate time, you can't completely close the time loop! You can only watch in shock as the boy you once bullied possesses a peerless treasure that you've always dreamed of, a treasure you could never obtain even if you lived for another 730,000 years.

Becoming a god? There's a law called "the end of seven days," anyone can do it.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!

Wang looked at his wrist and grinned contentedly.

Especially considering the complex emotions Kronos displayed before leaving—shock, terror, disarray, yet also hidden admiration and astonishment—it fully proves...

He, Cronus, the god of time, was truly convinced.

For an ordinary person, I am completely convinced!

"I wonder which photo was chosen for the memorial portrait. Was it the one taken when we joined the Night Watch? Or the one of us receiving the Order of the Stars for the first time?"

Wang Mian laughed wildly to himself, put on his cloak and mask, and headed towards the training ground with a surge of excitement.

At 10:00 AM sharp,

Commander Ye is going to cause trouble and needs "Mask" to cheer him on. Before leaving the training camp, he wants to see his own portrait.

Why are there so many people today?

Wang Mian couldn't help but be a little surprised. At this moment, in the training camp, the huge playground was densely packed with people, and the liveliness was almost comparable to the hustle and bustle of the night market in Shangjing.

On second thought, it suddenly dawned on me.

"Most people came to watch the spectacle of Commander Zuo's resignation, wanting to be the first to see the new commander's identity. There were also supporters of Commander Zuo who traveled from afar to cheer him on."

"Of course, there are also factions that some people have cultivated over the years."

Wang Mian even saw Wei Xiuming, the former captain of the 010 squad in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, who was ultimately sent to the fasting center during the Baili family incident.

The Master really gets more playful as he gets older; he's even let this go... Wang Mian was both amused and exasperated.

"Huh? Hey buddy, are you also paying homage to [Masked]?" A figure suddenly rushed over, following Wang Mian, his voice full of amazement.

Wang Mian turned his head to look, and the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.

This person was half a head shorter than him, wearing the same gray robe and a mask with the same pattern, except that the character "干" was written on the forehead of the mask.

"Who are you?" Wang asked, his face contorted in confusion.

"My name is Zhang Wei, a member of the [Masked] cosplay club. My grandfather was the vice-captain, my father was the captain, and I've been a two-year veteran night watchman." The man chattered on and on, exceptionally enthusiastic.

"Hey bro, where did you get that cloak and that mask? They're so accurate! Compared to you, mine is garbage. But I still have to remind you, you're being a bit rude. May the deceased rest in peace. There should be some respect and consideration, right? You can't cosplay too closely."

"No, forget about the cloaks and masks for now. What is a masquerade cosplay club?"

Wang was somewhat surprised. What cult? I've never heard of it.

"You haven't heard of them, that's for sure. We're a group of Night Watch fans of [Masked], an organization we formed spontaneously last month to commemorate the sacrifice of [Masked]. When we have free time, we get together wearing [Masked] costumes to remind everyone not to forget them."

Zhang Wei sighed and pointed to his forehead:

"I'm Ganmian. Later you'll see Sewei, Daping, Xuanwo, Xingyun, Tanhe... who else is there?"

"Oh, and there's also the Japanese devil."

Wang Mian: ? ? ? ? ? ?