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Human beings must never bow their heads! !

But, despite saying so.

I am just a young researcher.

How could it be possible to influence the choices of the upper classes?

Even, sometimes she laughs at herself.

If she was rich and powerful but she was a dead old woman, she would probably kneel faster than anyone else.

Although, a little measurement of the social status of both parties will reveal...

I can't touch that guy at all.

but--

By a coincidence of fate, I ran into the guy who claimed to be a god.

And then—

The name of the research project that I cheated out of funding was—On God-killing Arms.

The apparition of gods will make some people crazy to worship, while others will be crazy to worry... because if the real god exists, some classes don't need to exist.

I was trying to cheat money from a greedy old man who was eager to be young but unwilling to let go of his power.

——The old fool is trying to come up with some god-killing weapons, imprison the gods, and then let the gods endow them with eternal youth so that they can stand at the apex of power forever.

She felt that there was no way, but she felt that she could cheat some funds to buy more rhesus monkeys.

Recently, the price of rhesus monkeys has increased, and she feels that she needs to stock up more, and sell the unused ones, and maybe she can make some money.

"Ah... are you Mebius?"

"Sorry, if you came to ask for funds, it may be a bit late, this old guy talks too much nonsense and is annoying..."

The boy was sitting in the old man's office.

In the trash can by the table is the old man's head...

Imagine the feeling of holding a plan to arm the people of the motherland, and then discovering that Azu is right in front of you.

Your boss's head...

All still hot.

...

Sent.

Looking at the document that disappeared in my arms, I only had this word in my mind at that time.

but--

Surprisingly, after the boy finished reading, he just said a word.

"This thing, let alone kill me, it is very difficult to kill a Herrscher with an IQ below fifty..."

"If you want to kill me, you have to evolve to the point where you can destroy the surface with one blow."

The speech from God made Mebius fall into true silence.

Yes.

Perhaps this is the attitude God should have.

Facing the ant's weapon, he looked curiously, then ignored it.

"Hey...why do you have to live in the human world with a life like yours?"

I don't know where the courage came from, and I questioned the god myself.

"Because... I was already in the world."

The boy's answer was shocking.

"Ai Li is a god from birth, I was born from birth, she can live in the world, why can't I."

Humanity...

Evolved gods?

For a moment, I seemed to see the truth right in front of me.

Yes.

As long as everyone evolves into a god, there is no need to fear the collapse.

"You want to study me?"

"...don't dare."

"No, you dare."

The boy grabbed his hand and said lightly.

"When you tell a lie, the blood flow changes."

"So what exactly do you want?!!"

Maybe he was really irritated by that playful attitude, or maybe it was pointless to pretend.

He yelled angrily.

"Is playing with ants all that fun for you?"

"It's not fun, so..."

"Try to catch up with me?"

"Unlike Ellie, who is a natural god, my blood may contain the possibility of transforming a human being into a god."

With a shocked expression on his face, the young man bit off his finger and poured the blood into the test tube he found out from nowhere.

Handed it to myself.

"I don't like kneeling people because, I'm a cat pie, they make me think of dogs."

"You are different..."

"You have ambition, you have intelligence, you have ideals..."

"So, try to catch up with me if you can."

"You will regret this!!"

Holding the blood by himself, he sneered and left.

The arrogant god will eventually be cut off by the brave and fall to the ground.

Then--

"Dr. Mebius, our assay instruments don't seem to allow...to detect such high-end things..."

Klein expressed as tactfully as possible the fact that everyone is poor.

...

"So, you're asking a god to borrow money to research god-killing weapons?"

What kind of mood did I have when I went to meet that arrogant guy?

"Okay, the interest rate is a little lower than that of the bank..."

The boy threw himself a bank card and left.

He kept saying that he wanted to surpass the gods, but in the end, even the instruments for analyzing the blood of the gods had to rely on the help of the gods...

As if being humiliated, the researcher's cheeks flushed red...

Then--

The experiment failed... I don't know which characteristic of the blood of God was triggered, the whole laboratory was burned to ashes...

...

"Dr. Mebius, where are we going next..."

Klein's voice was really ear-piercing, they were already homeless.

...

"Can you support me a little more?"

The doctor who intended to kill God covered his face, and once again stretched out his hand to the expressionless god.

In, give a point.

"Blood...and money."

The time is pushed back a month.