After leaving the world of all NPCs

Xiangzi's pretty face suddenly turned red. She remembered what she had read in a book, that love would make a girl grow up, and at the same time she felt it was ridiculous.

Love at first sight or something like that is really too...

Xiangzi quietly lifted the ends of his hair to cover the red tips of his ears.

The sunlight stretched her shadow very long. Xiangzi stared at the swaying shadow on the ground and for the first time seriously thought about the problems that he had deliberately avoided.

Grandfather's attitude towards my father, the sudden adoption decision...all kinds of clues are intertwined in my mind.

"Because the Toyokawa family is a family inherited by women, it is said that they have the blood of the gods. In addition to the power of the main family (business), there are other factions that maintain the Toyokawa family's heritage."

"Grandfather and father don't have Toyokawa blood."

"They were actually natural allies, but Grandfather still drove Father away. This suggests... Dad might know some secret, and this caused a serious conflict with Grandfather."

"As for adopting me."

"That's because according to Japanese law, the heir to an estate must be a daughter or son. They can be adopted, but they must be offspring."

"Grandfather needs me to secure his position in the Fengchuan Group."

As she analyzed, the surrounding noise seemed to fade away.

The singing of the carousel and the laughter of children became a blurred background.

In this small world isolated by light and shadow, Xiangzi felt that he was undergoing a silent transformation.

It’s not about killing your past self, but about letting that innocent girl grow up naturally.

The setting sun shone through the parasol, gilding her profile. Xiangzi finally understood the true meaning of "becoming a god."

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, not an aristocratic polite smile, but a truly adult smile with awareness.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye," Xiangzi whispered, and then asked, "Can I just call you Zuochen?"

"Whatever you want." Ye Zuochen waved his hand.

Looking back now, the main plot of the hen card is actually very simple.

Shoko Toyokawa does not want to take over the responsibility of the heir to the Toyokawa Group after her mother's death. She does not want to grow up so quickly and wants to find a "home" as a shelter.

Finally, after experiencing a series of events, he learned the secret of his grandfather.

I discovered that my past “home” was actually just like this.

Only then did I grow up completely and look at things from the perspective of an "adult". I no longer faced those "adults" in a "child" way, but communicated with them on an equal footing in an "adult" way.

"So why is it written like that?"

Ye Zuochen really wanted to return to his original world and give those producers an elbow punch offline!

The center of the narrative should always be on Shoko Toyokawa, not some monster with multiple poems!

It's like staying up all night to watch the entire "Chainsaw Man" and thinking it was so cool, and then adding it on the spur of the moment, why spend so much time and effort to write about it!?

"Okay, I'm off."

Ye Zuochen stood up, and a wooden door immediately appeared in the square in front of him.

[A suitable parallel universe has been searched]

【Space Gate Established】

[Start Transition]

crunch--

The wooden door slowly opened, and dazzling golden light shone through the gap.

Ye Zuochen stepped in without hesitation, and his figure was instantly swallowed by the light.

The wooden door closed automatically behind him with a dull sound, and the playground returned to peace again.

The pungent smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils.

His brow furrowed slightly, the sight before him was completely different from what he had expected.

This is a scorched earth ravaged by magic.

On the left side, the magic troops in dark blue uniforms were constructing a triple composite magic circle.

Streams of thought particles surged through the CAD (formula-assisted calculation machine), and specialized calculation machines flashed with complex thought particle spells.

"Fourth Tactical Team, prepare the aggravated magic!"

The moment the commander roared, countless thoughts formed the image of a mythical monster and then smashed into the enemy position at the speed of a cannonball.

The Silver Armored Division on the right immediately deployed a barrier.

The vibration magician pressed his palm to the ground, and the earth suddenly cracked into spider-web-like ripples.

When the rubble hits, the high-frequency vibration waves shatter it into powder.

"Polymerization Magic Class, energy convergence begins!"

Following this command, the specialized CAD on the chests of dozens of magicians lit up at the same time, and the thoughts in the air were forced to gather into balls of incandescent white light.

boom!

The shock wave from the explosion of the light ball cut off three meters of the coastline.

Ye Zuochen's robe rustled in the strong wind, and he suddenly noticed something strange on the sea level.

In addition to various kinds of magic, there were also the sounds of submachine guns and missiles pouring down, and the entire area had turned into a battlefield.

An aircraft carrier battle group can be vaguely seen in the distance.

"Chinese?"

Ye Zuochen tilted his head, completely unable to comprehend what world he had entered. The people in this world seemed to be using magic and science to wage war...

But they are all minor issues.

Since both sides of the war spoke Chinese, and it was modern Chinese, he needed to calm both sides down.

"——Taiyi divides its radiance into nine rays, and all the grass, trees, sand, and stones are Dharma images——"

The grand words suddenly sounded.

The CAD systems in the entire area crashed instantly, and the electronic computers on distant aircraft carriers went out of control and read out strange data.

"what is this?"

Standing on the deck of the aircraft carrier, Liu Yunde looked at the scene on the battlefield in the distance in disbelief.

Non-material particles from the dimension of mental images, so huge that they are incomprehensible, suddenly rose up, forming a phenomenon similar to the ancient magic circle.

"Impossible, impossible. The amount of intelligence generated by simply using this ability has affected the intelligence of the entire region... How could such a ridiculous thing happen?" Liu Yunde looked at the scene in horror.

In this world, magic is divided into ancient magic and modern magic.

Ancient magic can no longer be traced back, but some ancient relics say that "ancient magic comes from gods."

Today's magic is a technique for rewriting phenomena by changing individual intelligence entities (Eidos).

The Idea dimension is an intelligence platform that records all phenomena. Magicians change the phenomena of the real world by interfering with individual intelligence bodies in the Idea dimension.

This is definitely not something as simple as magic.

It is something more terrifying, inexplicable, and beyond logic.

"Melting Gold Bonecaster!"

"Use the blood of the Dragon King to build the earth veins—the Golden Wasteland, rise!"

"Tempering the sky with the tears of the longhorn beetle—the blue sky lock realm is overturned!"

"Silver as the pivot, pierce the throat of chaos!"

"Cedar turns to clouds, strangling the souls of those who transgress!"

"The Cloud Rider declares here—my enemies are the bricks of the temple, forever imprisoned beneath a thousand pillars of thunder!"

As the vast words echoed, the sky suddenly changed color.

The talisman on the golden elixir instantly changed from "Ye Zuochen" to the five words "Qingqiong Suozhidian"!

call!

The dark clouds rolled and spread like boiling ink, swallowing up the entire sky in the blink of an eye.

Liu Yunde looked at it tremblingly and was immediately scared out of his wits.

What the world saw were only dark clouds, but he saw a vast amount of intelligence, an unspeakable sky woven from countless fine golden runes.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was using the sky as a scroll, writing the ancient verdict.

"This, this is..."

Liu Yunde's knees slammed uncontrollably onto the deck.

The steel hull of the aircraft carrier groaned under the heavy load, and the entire sea area became a trembling living thing.

The magicians on land had already collapsed to the ground.

An indescribable pressure fell on everyone.

God’s power!

God’s power!

It was like the God King who was high above the nine heavens, looking down at the tiny humans on the earth.

Just one glance and everything on the ground falls down.

Some people desperately grasped the grass, and the CAD machines they were wearing all emitted dazzling sparks, and the precision components collapsed under some kind of pressure beyond cognition.

Under the guidance of the [Qingming Creation Talisman], the [Qingqiong Locking Palace] was transformed into an altar for controlling the "clouds".

Just like in the myth, Baal released thunderstorms through the windows of the temple to nourish the earth.

Rumble!

A bluish-white lightning bolt struck vertically, but solidified into a branch-like luminous body in mid-air.

Tens of thousands of lightning bolts used this as the skeleton to weave an electric grid that covered the sky and blocked out the sun between the clouds.

Each flash was accompanied by the roar of bronze chimes, as if a sleeping giant was awakening.

Liu Yunde saw a dragon shadow as big as a mountain swimming in the depths of the clouds. Every time its golden claws stirred, they would bring up a hurricane wrapped in sparks. Those spirit particles that should have been invisible were now visible to the naked eye like a blizzard, and each "snowflake" was a fragment of the myth.

"This isn't magic!" Liu Yunde vomited blood, the back of his uniform soaked with sweat. "This is a myth repeating itself..."

The dark clouds continued to spread, and satellites from all over the world stared at the scene in amazement.

The monitors at the East Asian island nation's electronic observation station slumped before a holographic projection, the North American Aerospace Defense Command's sirens blared throughout the underground bunker, the New Soviet Federation's Siberian monitoring station sirens wailed frantically, and all the computers in the Greater Asiatic Alliance's magic department crashed...

On the satellite cloud map, the ever-growing shadow is like ink dripping into clear water, swallowing up the blue at an incredible speed.

Outside the windows of the International Space Station, astronauts witnessed the most terrifying spectacle.

The Earth's terminator is distorting, and the boundary between day and night is being violently crushed.

Everyone on this planet had this thought—the world was contained in the tiny space of the altar, and the dark figure standing in the center of the storm was slowly raising his arm as a judge.

The entire earth fell into silence at this moment.

……

This is World 1107.

Around 2030 AD, the Earth did not end the Little Ice Age as geologists had predicted, but the global climate became even colder.

The planet is cooling rapidly, and global food production has suffered a severe blow.

It’s finally 2045.

Global armed conflict between 2045 and 2065 leads to a fundamental reorganization of the structure of human society.

After twenty years of war, the world's population dropped sharply from 9 billion in 2045 to 3 billion.

Even now, the world's population has only recovered to 4.5 billion, only half of what it used to be.

The world pattern has undergone major changes since the war.

The key to the war not escalating into a nuclear war was the establishment of the International Magic Association in 2046.

The organization uses force to prevent countries from using radioactive weapons and ensure that the earth's environment is protected from irreversible damage.