From Godhood to the Heavens

"I suppose so!" Fang Ping replied ambiguously, which only fueled Liu Chuang's doubts.

"What..." Liu Chuang was full of doubts, and then said, "I still don't believe it!"

"Soon, when you activate the super gene in your body and become different, come back to me and I will answer your questions. At that time, I hope you can do me a favor!"

However, until everything is over, I hope you can keep this a secret and not tell anyone.

Liu Chuang's already somewhat confused mind became even more muddled. He nodded in a daze, and then completely lost consciousness.

The next morning, Liu Chuang opened his eyes in a daze, and it took him a long time to slowly come to his senses.

I reached out and searched for a long time, but still couldn't find my phone. I shook my head vigorously, but then I felt a hard object, cold to the touch, pressing against my head.

Reaching out, a dazzling gold color instantly appeared in my eyes—a large, smelted gold brick.

"Sigh~"

Liu Chuang gasped sharply, swallowed hard, and finally remembered that he had given his phone to the new guy he had met yesterday.

"My goodness, this must weigh at least a pound or two! We're rich!"

Then, fragments kept flashing through my mind, and I gradually calmed down, my expression becoming incredibly strange.

"This is too bizarre and outlandish; all sorts of monsters and demons are popping out."

Forget it, let's just leave it to the tall ones. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. It's not my turn, Liu Chuang's turn. I'd better exchange this gold for cash first!

We need to get this guy's request done quickly before anything else can happen!

Inside a hotel that wasn't particularly high-end, Fang Ping was organizing his personal equipment, his expression extremely serious.

He didn't know whether to be happy or worried. He thought that it would take at least ten days to half a month for the Gate of Myriad Realms to connect to the next world.

But he never expected that the situation would change beyond his imagination, and his plan had not yet been formally launched.

The storyline of Super Soldier has not yet officially begun. Neither the fierce battle between Liu Chuang and Ge Xiaolun activating the super gene, nor the arrival of the Taotie, nor Qi Lin's serious injury and death, have happened yet.

The fact that the Gate of Myriad Realms has discovered a new world anchor point is an incredible surprise.

The previously somewhat depressed mood immediately relaxed a lot. If I could use this to gain supernatural power, that would be even better.

Wearing high-top combat boots, with a police Type 54 pistol tucked behind his waist, he patted the stab-proof vest he wore under his tracksuit. Two gold bars were conveniently tucked into the pocket of the vest, serving both as a means of spending money and a slight increase in defense.

He casually tossed the phone he had taken from Liu Chuang onto the bed, walked to the bathroom door, reached out and touched it, and with a thought from Fang Ping, his figure vanished instantly.

The moment I opened my eyes, a dazzling blue light formed a door that seemed to be constantly rotating, capable of devouring everything and captivating my soul.

Reaching out and pressing on the edge of the bronze door frame, a message instantly entered my mind.

Currently, the Zhutianmen (All Heavens Gate) can only build one spatial passage. If Fang Ping wants to go to the new world, he must overwrite the previous world.

Faced with the message, Fang Ping did not hesitate at all, abandoning the apocalyptic world and choosing to connect to the new world.

Then, ignoring the pitch-black starry sky around him, he looked at the shimmering blue light before him and took a deep breath.

A new world represents new opportunities, but it also represents new crises.

Everything is still unknown.

It felt like a long time had passed, yet also like an instant. My body was being stretched and torn apart, only to be reassembled.

The darkness vanished instantly, and bright sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the room.

In an instant, I became alert, my eyes scanning the surroundings. The small room, only a few square meters in size, was clearly visible. The dilapidated frame leaned against the wall, and the door was open, as if someone had just left.

After waiting carefully for a moment, nothing happened, and the pistol in his hand slowly lowered.

Standing up, I saw that the window was right in my line of sight, and looking out, I could see the lush, green mountains in the distance.

There were no other buildings, and not a single person in sight. Fang Ping frowned and pulled his head back down.

Something seemed off about the building in front of them. In the middle of a deserted mountain forest, there was a brand-new house made of reinforced concrete.

It looks like a public toilet on the outside, but there are shelves inside. It looks very strange.

After waiting a little longer and not noticing any danger, Fang Ping went outside and glanced at the wooden table and benches placed by the door.

His brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze continued to sweep over his surroundings. It was quiet and still, yet there was a strange sense of familiarity about it.

Something's wrong with this world. Something's very, very wrong.

To the east, directly opposite, is a towering mountain peak. At its foot, there seems to be a cement road that stretches out to an unknown destination.

To the west lies a rolling hilly area, with only tree canopies visible. To the north, in the distance, a steel bridge appears to be suspended in the clouds.

However, no matter which direction he looked, Fang Ping found no trace of humans.

Not only humans, but also birds, ants, insects, and the like were not found at all.

It's bizarre, absolutely bizarre!

"Let's get to the foot of the mountain first, and take a look along the road to see if this is a world I know."

The myriad worlds are too vast. No matter how wondrous a world is, Fang Ping is not surprised. However, judging from the two worlds he has transmigrated to, if it is one of the worlds he is familiar with, then he has the advantage of foresight.

In this way, one can face both danger and opportunity with composure.

Once the thought arose, Fang Ping no longer hesitated and headed towards the nameless hill to the east.

After rushing and running for fifty or sixty minutes, Fang Ping was panting heavily. As the saying goes, "looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death," and at this moment, Fang Ping truly understood what that meant.

Sweating profusely, Fang Ping had just stepped onto the road when a sudden explosion rang out in the distance. He rolled over and instantly lay prone on the ground.

Then gunshots rang out one after another. By listening carefully, the location was quickly pinpointed.

The gunfire should have come from the other side of the mountain; it wasn't frequent, suggesting a battle between two sides with a slight pause in between.

Fang Ping could even picture two figures hiding behind a tree, stealthily extending their guns, firing two shots, and then quickly withdrawing them; the other side did the same.

Released the safety on his pistol, Fang Ping carefully crouched down and slipped beneath a hill, hiding his body underneath.