From Godhood to the Heavens

"Boss, add 20 more lamb kidneys, 100 lamb skewers, 100 beef skewers, and two cases of ice-cold beer."

Liu Chuang viciously ate a handful of small meat skewers, shouting loudly, wishing he could eat Fang Ping into bankruptcy. However, the thought that he would ultimately have to pay for them himself made him even more heartbroken.

Seeing this, Fang Ping didn't stop them. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's alright, don't be shy. Order more if you're not full. Don't try to save me money."

Liu Chuang grumbled and didn't reply, but his eating became even more ferocious, and the people around the table looked like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Fang Ping didn't bother to find out how many of them were motivated by revenge or simply because they were struggling financially.

After all, even with so many people combined, they only managed to raise a little over six thousand yuan.

The bustling night market, the noisy crowds, and the fans running at full power blasted smoke from the burning charcoal into the sky, which then spread out, filling the entire food street with a lively atmosphere.

Fang Ping gradually relaxed, and even swallowed hard when he saw the table full of barbecue, crayfish and beer.

Before traversing the apocalypse, these were just everyday late-night snacks. After experiencing the apocalypse for a month, looking back at them now feels like a lifetime ago, and a sense of happiness fills my heart.

Considering that there's still almost a year until the war breaks out completely, enjoying this kind of life then will probably be a luxury.

There are still a few days before Liu Chuang and the others activate their super genes. The occasional minor plot developments and local conflicts have not yet affected the overall situation.

Before the world truly descends into chaos, Fang Ping must find a way to quickly acquire the ability to protect himself.

There's no need to explore the post-apocalyptic world; it's just like the walking dead from an old American TV series. There's no way to gain superpowers, and even for Fang Ping now, the dangers outweigh the opportunities.

Therefore, what Fang Ping needs to do next is actually very simple: find a safe place to hide before gaining superpowers.

They then embarked on a two-pronged approach, hoping that the Gate of All Heavens would connect to a new world and grant them immense power.

However, the time required to connect to the new world is unknown, the world itself is unknown, and whether or not one can obtain extraordinary power is also unknown.

Another way is to try to get in touch with a faction in the local world, such as Angel Demon Super God Academy, or either one.

Fang Ping's inclination was towards the Super God Academy: Angels and Demons, but in terms of difficulty, it was exactly the opposite.

If it's demonic power, find a way to reach Huang Village and wait for the Demon King to descend; then you can obtain it directly.

However, to travel through countless worlds with the appearance of a demon is the worst possible choice.

Then there's the Super God Academy. When the Deno immigrants arrived on Earth, they would inevitably have stored super genes, at least the basic versions of first and second generation super soldiers, or at least some.

As for the angels, they are undoubtedly the richest. Perhaps we can try to find a way to make a deal with Angel Yan.

However, both parties in a transaction must be on equal footing, and the rabbit had no right to propose a transaction to the lion.

Fang Ping had no power to protect himself. The people in this universe were really impolite. The first thing they would do upon meeting was to throw an Eye of Insight at him.

They can see everything about you from birth until now, down to the color of your underwear.

By then, they'll probably be more interested in Fang Ping, and the so-called deal will be a joke.

So he's caught in a dilemma. Don't be fooled by Fang Ping's current strength; he can beat Liu Chuang like a child. But in a few days, once the Sunlight Lena descends and activates the super gene within him, their positions will likely be reversed instantly.

Therefore, it was precisely because Fang Ping knew these things that he was even more eager to plant a thread when needed.

"Hey, don't just eat, let's all have a drink together!" Fang Ping said with a smile, picking up an ice-cold beer.

"Alright, let's have a go." Liu Chuang's eyes lit up, and an idea immediately came to him.

Then he called on everyone to raise their glasses and drink them down in one gulp. He then quickly filled the glass in front of Fang Ping and said with a smile.

"I'm sorry about what happened today, it was my fault, brother. I'll toast you as an apology. Drink this up, and if you ever need anything in the future, just let me know!"

Without saying a word, Liu Chuang picked up a bottle of wine, tilted his head back, and in seven or eight seconds, the bottle of wine disappeared completely. He then turned the bottle upside down and looked at Fang Ping with a sincere expression.

Fang Ping chuckled, seeing through the situation but saying nothing, and without wasting words, he picked up the wine bottle and said, "Since that's the case, let's go!"

It's strange how relationships can develop between people; often, after a few drinks, they become inseparable brothers.

When Fang Ping finished his bottle, everyone cheered and applauded. The atmosphere instantly changed, like ice and snow melting and spring flowers blooming.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Chuang subtly kicked the blond-haired guy next to him, while giving him a wink.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I offended you, and I'm not very good with words either. It's all in the wine."

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of wine, tilted his head back and drank it down. Then he continued, "The last bottle was to apologize to you, and this one is to toast you. I have never seen anyone as skilled as you in my life. If I have the chance, I would appreciate it if you could give me a few pointers."

Fang Ping laughed and said, "No problem, no problem."

After a few rounds of toasting and drinking, empty wine bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Looking at the others who had already fallen, only Liu Chuang remained, his eyes glazed over, swaying unsteadily, and unable to speak clearly.

A smile appeared on Fang Ping's lips, and he asked, "If I gave you superpowers, what would you do?"

"Huh?" Liu Chuang was slightly confused, looking at Fang Ping with some curiosity, then stammered, "Give me superpowers..."

Clearly, Liu Chuang, who was already in his thirties, had never thought about such a thing, and only heard Fang Ping continue speaking.

"War is coming! Demons and angels, and the Taotie—the final battle is coming soon!"

Fang Ping's tone was leisurely, almost threatening. For some reason, Liu Chuang suddenly shuddered and became much more sober.

"You...you're kidding, right?" Liu Chuang looked at Fang Ping and wanted to laugh, but when he saw those straight eyes, he suddenly swallowed.

"How did you know?" Liu Chuang retorted. "Are you an alien too? What are your superpowers?"

If they really are aliens, then their incredible skills seem to make sense!