Global Gods: Digital God

Qingzhou City in the main world.

This is the main city of Qingzhou, one of the nineteen continents in China, and it ranks among the best among the nineteen continents in terms of prosperity.

At this moment, in front of the portal of the Qingzhou City Gods Bureau, there are gods waiting patiently here. The leading old man makes the city lord of Qingzhou City have to pay attention.

Zhi Feng Xin, an old main god with outstanding military exploits, has a great reputation even outside the main world.

"Zhizhushen, your grandson Zhixian hasn't appeared yet. I guess there must be a quota for Zhixian in the plan of the twelve masters."

"Isn't it easy for the descendants of the old Lord God to obtain a quota?"

"Everyone is so impressed. This time all the geniuses from the Nineteen Continents have entered the League. As long as Zhixian doesn't die there, I will be very satisfied."

Faced with the praise of everyone, Zhi Fengxin, the old master god, also had a smile on his face, but his words were not so proud, but instead became more polite.

If Zhixian, a young junior, can really become a member of the Twelve Lord Gods plan, it will be particularly exciting news for him and Zhijia.

"There are many geniuses in these nineteen continents. With your ability to know the wise, it is not easy to win a place!"

"That's right, that's right."

The gods who accompanied Zhi Fengxin did not stop praising him because of his humble attitude, but instead intensified their efforts.

The smile on the old lord's face was as big as a chrysanthemum.

Buzzing…

The channel is activated.

The many gods who were still touting also stopped talking, and looked at the location of the passage with a low voice.

Without waiting for too long, a young man who was covered in rags and looked very embarrassed came out of the portal.

His expression was gloomy, causing the gods who were originally guarding the transmission channel to breathe heavily.

He is the wise man they praised before, but looking at his somewhat embarrassed appearance and gloomy expression now, he might not have become a member of the plan of the Twelve Lord Gods at all, right?

"Grandson, how are you?"

Zhi Fengxin frowned slightly, and the sound rang out in this originally silent area, making a pair of eyes flicker.

"I failed. I am ashamed of my grandfather's trust. I am sorry for my family. I am a sinner."

Zhixian suddenly knelt on the ground, a line of tears streaking down his cheeks.

"stand up!"

Zhi Fengxin's expression remained as usual, but the corners of his mouth that kept twitching proved that his mood at the moment was not as calm as he showed.

"I told you to stand up!"

Seeing Zhixian kneeling on the ground unmoved, Zhifoxin's voice also got louder.

Although in the main world, his strength was severely suppressed, the magnanimity of being in a high position for a long time still put an unspeakable pressure on the gods around him.

"As a disciple of my family, even if you don't become a member of the Twelve Lord Gods plan, is it possible that you can't reach the height of the Lord God?"

"Let me ask you, what level of god are you now?"

Zhi Fuxing's eyes were pressed tightly against Zhixian who finally stood up.

"First level god."

Zhixian subconsciously answered the question of Zhixian.

"Okay, a first-level god who is only twenty-two years old has not brought shame to our family. Come back with me now."

Zhi Fengxin shouted in a deep voice.

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation. Seeing this, Zhixian had no choice but to follow him quickly.

"what happened?"

Returning to the family, it was only then that Zhixian started asking about what happened.

"A guy robbed me of the Lord God's Order. I will never be a human unless I take revenge."

Zhixian had a cold face. He really didn't expect that he was no match for a small second-level god, and that he was killed instantly by the opponent.

"Just handle your own affairs. If you need any help, just tell me."

Zhi Fuxing said expressionlessly.

It would only make people laugh if he, the old master, intervened in the junior's affairs, but not intervening did not mean that they knew the family had no other options.

Regardless of what he said before, the loss of this opportunity is a huge loss for the entire Zhijia family.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Zhixian's face flashed with joy. This person has spoken, and he will be able to use many resources that he cannot use.

The main world is not the previous league plane, and he has plenty of means to deal with that guy.

Even the Supreme God cannot find fault with him.

…………

Wuling City.

Buzzing…

In the work area connected to the transmission channel, there were only two staff members chatting boredly. Suddenly, one of the staff members' eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

Another staff member asked with some confusion when he saw his companion's expression.

"Yes, yes..."

"have what?"

Another staff member followed the staff member's gaze and looked back, and his eyes widened for a moment.

The transmission channel has been activated?

We in Wuling City still have players who can survive until the third batch comes out? !

Uh-huh.

The next moment, a handsome young man walked out of the passage, and his eyes collided with the two for a second.

"You two, do you know how much time has passed in the main world?"

Yang Jin asked with a smile.

After returning to the main world, the divine power in his body was suppressed to a great extent, and he was not much different from before he left.

"Five, five months."

"This, this handsome man, did you teleport to the wrong location? We are in Wuling City, which is affiliated with Chuzhou."

One of the staff members was the first to react from his daze and quickly responded.

"Wuling City? That's right, it's right here."

Yang Jin responded and walked out under the surprised eyes of the two staff members.

"That's right? Isn't this a contestant from our Wuling City?"

The staff member who had been silent just now murmured to himself after watching Yang Jin go away.

"Wait, the list!"

After looking at each other, the two began to look for the list of participants for the Hundred Cities League and browsed quickly.

"Found it, Yang Jin, a student from Wuling No. 1 Middle School."

In the end, both of their eyes focused on Yang Jin's brightly smiling face on the list, which looked exactly like the person who just left.

"Five months have passed in a flash, so I'd better get some sleep first."

After returning home, Yang Jin returned to the bedroom. During the Hundred Cities League, except when he was inheriting the luck of the plane, he had never had a good night's sleep.

Now that I'm back home, I can finally have a good night's sleep.

While he was sleeping, the two staff finally reported the news that Yang Jin had returned to Wuling City.

"Pfft, are you sure you read it correctly? The contestants who sent the wrong coordinates are not really contestants from our Wuling City?"

After hearing what the two men said, the director of the Wuling City God Bureau, who was originally the old god, stood up with a swish sound, his face full of disbelief.

This time the Hundred Cities League is participated by the Nineteen Continents of China, and it is already amazing to be able to come back in the second batch.

Our Wuling City can actually still have contestants reach the third round?

"Director, we are not mistaken. It is indeed a contestant from our Wuling City. His name is Yang Jin, and he is a student of Wuling No. 1 Middle School."

While talking, one of them put the list in his hand on the table.

A face with a bright smile came into the eyes of the Director of the God Bureau.

"Where are the others?"

The director of the gods memorized the faces on the list, raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him and asked.

"gone."

"gone?"

The director of the gods was stunned.

How could you just let the other person go!

To be able to come out in the third round, the opponent's strength is probably a second-level god at least, and such a young second-level god has a certain chance of becoming the main god in the future.

"Bring up his file and let's go to his house. A dragon is about to appear in Wuling City."

After thinking for a moment, the director of the gods loudly ordered the two people in front of him.

Office of the principal of Wuling No. 1 Middle School.

"What?!"

"Are you saying it again?"

Peng Wei jumped up from his seat and roared loudly. At this moment, he could no longer care about the director of the god who was talking to him.

What the other party just said was really unbelievable to him.

"Okay, I understand. I know where his family lives, and I will come out immediately to show you the way."

After hanging up the phone, Peng Wei sat down on the chair, his heart beating violently.

That boy Yang Jin actually came back alive?

He had already given up his expectations, but he didn't expect that the other party would give him such a big surprise.

"Luo Bo, come with me to Yang Jin's house."

After finding Luo Bo, Principal Peng pulled Luo Bo towards the outside of the school. The director was waiting for them outside.

"Going to Yang Jin's house? Why go to his house?"

Luo Bo looked at Peng Wei with an excited expression in front of him with some confusion. Did he take the wrong medicine?

"I'll explain it to you slowly right now. The director is waiting outside. Come with me."

Peng Wei urged Luo Bo in front of him.

Soon, the two of them appeared outside the school and sat in the car of the director of the Wuling City God.

"You said Yang Jin is not dead? And he came back in the third batch?"

Luo Bo looked at Peng Wei in front of him, his mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg in.

This year Wuling City did not have any players who came back from the second batch. Unexpectedly, there should be a player from the third batch.

"You think Yang Jin won't become a member of the Twelve Lord Gods plan, right?"

Suddenly, Luo Bo spoke unconfidently.

Become a member of the plan of the Twelve Lords?

Peng Wei had never thought about this problem. Now that Jing Luo Bo said this, it seems that it is not impossible!

"It shouldn't be possible. Being able to come back in the third batch is already considered a good enough kid. Becoming a member of the Twelve Lord Gods plan is too difficult."

Before Peng Wei could express his approval, the director of the gods, Fang Guangjie, simply shook his head.

"That's right. This is a grand event held by the Nineteen Continents together. It's already amazing to be able to come back in the third batch."

Peng Wei continued.

You can imagine how difficult it is for the geniuses from the Nineteen Continents to gather in the league and compete for the twelve spots.

Yang Jin was just a disciple of an ordinary True God family with no background. How could he possibly compete with the geniuses cultivated by powerful families?

…………

Chuzhou City, Chuzhou University.

Su Wanling has been very haggard these days, and has no desire for tea or food.

The news of Yang Jin's death made her not sure how to explain it to her family. The heavy pressure made her feel a little overwhelmed.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

As a gifted student, Su Wanling has been successfully promoted to become a second-level deity this year, and this is only her second year of enrollment.

In two more years, there won't be much of a problem in breaking through to become a first-level god.

Opening the door, Su Wanling looked at Qiu Yuting in front of her with some surprise.

"Why can't I come, you silly boy? I have heard about you. We have to move forward. Since your brother has decided to participate in the Hundred Cities League, he must be prepared to die. Prepare."

"As living beings, we must take his share with us and work harder to survive."

Qiu Yuting looked at the haggard girl in front of her, with a hint of distress in her eyes.

"I understand, mentor."

Su Wanling forced a smile.

"Idiot."

Qiu Yuting shook her head and walked into Su Wanling's room. Looking at the room that had obviously not been touched for several days, she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Think about it carefully. By the way, the third batch of gods has returned. Maybe your brother is not dead?"

Qiu Yuting did not have high expectations for the news that Su Wanling's brother was still alive.

When I say this now, I just want Su Wanling to give up and get out of this haze.

After all, how could a small Wuling City produce characters continuously, and they all came from the same family.

"Yeah?"

There was light in Su Wanling's eyes, but it soon dimmed again.

She didn't dare to look.

Even if you don’t look at it, you still have some luck in your heart. After looking at it, even this luck will be taken away.

"Let's see!"

"You have to face this matter sooner or later, right?"

Qiu Yuting encouraged Su Wanling in front of her.

"good."

After struggling with her thoughts, Su Wanling finally nodded, closed her eyes, and entered her personal divine realm.

"View contacts."

With a casual swipe, a series of contact lists appeared in front of her.

After hesitating for a moment, she clicked on the family classification.

The first one, grandpa, is green.

The second grandma is green.

The third father Yang is green.

The fourth Yang mother is green.

Finally, her eyes fell on the fifth contact. The originally gray contact name now appeared in light green.

"not dead!"

"Ajin is not dead!"

After carefully looking at Yang Jin's contact information for a few times, he relaxed and exited the personal realm. His eyes went dark and he fell towards the ground.

"Xiao Ling!"

boom.

Su Wanling did not fall to the ground, but was caught by Qiu Yuting.

"This is reality!"

Qiu Yuting carefully placed Su Wanling on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and murmured helplessly to herself.