Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

Mark is feeling very upset now. He often gets distracted in class and makes mistakes when calling the roll. This was impossible before.

Later that afternoon, his wife and daughter criticized him from both sides.

The mother no longer tried to be a peacemaker. She was overwhelmed when she thought about what had happened recently.

The divorce was also carried out ahead of schedule.

"Oh." Mark sat on his desk, scratching his head.

"Teacher Ma, what happened recently? Did you have a fight with your wife?" The gossipy colleague Teacher Sun asked curiously after taking a sip of hot tea.

"Nothing, just family matters." Mark responded weakly.

"Oh." The fat teacher Sun suddenly realized: "Teacher Ma, this is your fault. Women are made of water and need to be carefully cared for." He looked like someone who had experienced it.

Mark didn't want to dwell on this topic. He had a lot of things to do, and the purpose of going to work early was to divert his attention.

After thinking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Teacher Sun, can I ask you a question?"

Teacher Sun immediately became interested when he heard this. Mark has always been steady and has his own ideas, but today is the first time for him to do so.

He quickly brought a stool and prepared to give the guests a lesson in ideology.

Mark tried to think for a long time, looked into Teacher Sun's eyes, and said seriously: "Do you believe in supernatural powers?"

Teacher Sun didn't expect Mark to ask this question. He reached out and touched Mark's forehead, then compared it with his own: "You don't have a fever, Teacher Ma. You've been taking a few days off recently and your brain has been damaged."

"What?" Mark said unhappily.

Teacher Sun looked at him as if he were a patient: "Anyone can say it, but we cannot. Who are we? We are the people's teachers, nurturing the flowers of the motherland. We must not do work that leads to ideological slippage. No, we cannot even think about it."

"Go away." Mark said impatiently.

……

school.

"Mary, Mary..." Mark greeted his daughter from a distance.

Mary ignored him and crossed the street.

After finally catching up, Mark quickly pulled her back and said with an apologetic smile, "Lily, don't be angry. What do you want to eat? I'll treat you to a big meal."

Ma Li glanced at him and said angrily: "You? All my clothes, you and mom's things are gone. How can you stabilize this family with that little money?" She spoke bluntly.

Mark said patiently, "My dear granddaughter, don't be angry. Dad has his own reasons."

“Haha.” Ma Li chuckled and crossed her arms: “Tell me, what are your difficulties? Why did you let someone live in our house for 15 years for free? Even your belongings can’t be taken away.”

Mark made a bitter face and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mary became even more angry: "Mark, you bought the house for charity, right? The people living in our house are two young people, right?"

Mark was shocked when he heard this and denied it: "Who told you that? It's a mess."

"I'm going to go and see who has been living in our house for fifteen years for free and won't let us take our things." The voice suddenly became louder.

Mark was even more frightened. He grabbed his daughter's shoulders with both hands, forced her to face him, and said solemnly, "Mary." He involuntarily increased the strength on his hands.

A few crystal drops appeared faintly on Mary's delicate face, and her eyes gradually turned red.

"Don't go looking for them. Promise Dad, you won't go looking for them." The voice gradually became softer, and there was even a hint of pleading in the words.

When Ma Li saw this, she felt a lump in her throat. She had never seen her father like this before in her life. She tried to break free from her father's hands, but failed.

When I looked up, I saw Mark's complicated eyes, one of fear, terror, and pleading.

"Okay, I'll go to my grandma's house."

……

During dinner time for the family of five, Mark mentioned that two guests at home had cured the illness that had tormented him for many years.

The happiest person was undoubtedly the grandmother. She looked left and right at her son, took out her mobile phone to take a picture of Mark with his back straight, and couldn't help but smile.

In order to treat and relieve the pain that tormented her son, the grandmother ignited her hopes countless times, but they were extinguished countless times.

Perhaps he was too excited, and he kept saying, "Isn't it just for fifteen years? It's okay to give it to them."

Tian Ye, who was standing nearby, had a gloomy look on his face after hearing this, and then asked, "What method did he use?"

This question stumped Mark. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Tian Ye continued, "Your disease is one of the most incurable in the world. How come you got better all of a sudden? Could it be that you used a method with high side effects?" The more he spoke, the more he felt that he was right.

After hearing this, grandma also became a little worried.

Mark waved his hands and stopped bending his waist repeatedly, which temporarily dispelled his mother's doubts.

Mark was even more worried. He was just an ordinary man. Li Chuan and Ulquiorra had supernatural powers. How could they notice him? Looking at his mother, wife, daughter, and son, who were now recovered from their illnesses, it would be more perfect if they had never appeared.

……

After half a month, Li Chuan and Ulquiorra stayed at Mark's house, without going out or socializing.

All the items in the house were purchased again using the Internet. When I came here, the system reset the world.

Both of them have legal ID cards and provided 100 million in initial activity funds.

In this world, there is no Dead Sea of ​​Fire, no Warcraft, no Fantasy Westward Journey, and no novels related to the system exist.

This was also the result of Li Chuan's inquiry before he came, otherwise he would not have brought Ulquiorra with him.

Rebirth is the deepest taboo in his heart.

"Ulquiorra, what do you feel is different about this world?" Li Chuan drank hot tea and watched TV boredly.

What was being played was a Korean soap opera, which was not interesting at all.

"The soul is almost gone."

"Yeah." Li Chuan nodded. The people in this world, as far as he could see, had almost no soul strength.

Therefore, you cannot learn the power of the god of death. Just because spirit particles are extremely scarce in this world, it doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

"Brother Li, is there no strong person like the God of Death in this world?"

"Strong?" Li Chuan smiled, "Ulquiorra, being strong doesn't necessarily mean spiritual pressure or soul strength."

Pick up the remote control and many modern weapons appear on the TV screen.

"You know, it is these weaklings who create weapons that are more powerful than the Black Hollow Flash of the Vastod-class Hollow."

Ulquiorra was shocked and pointed at the TV and said, "Just them?" After that, he threw an object from Li Chuan's hand, and Ulquiorra quickly caught it.

It's a remote control.

"Perseverance is a good thing, but it's not always a good thing. You've been here for so long, and you've been thinking hard every day about how to advance to Wang Xu. You might as well think about what Wang Xu is first."

"Don't hold it back and make yourself sick." Li Chuan said with a wicked grin.