Plane Small Bookstore [System]

At ten minutes to nine, Le Jing put down his book, stood up from the desk, and stretched his body.

Le Ling asked: [Are you leaving, Le Jing. 】

"Yes." He smiled and asked, "Are you ready?"

Le Ling proudly said: [Of course, it's just a small program without intelligence, three days is enough. 】

Le Jing smiled slightly, took off the black windbreaker from the hanger at the side, put it on, and adjusted the collar of the windbreaker in front of the mirror.

The youthful amber eyes in the mirror were shining brightly, and there was a smile of interest on his mouth, looking in a good mood.

The warm sunlight casts bright shadows on the floor of the bedroom through the glass, the vinyl record player on the mahogany desk is turning slowly, and the melodious chorus echoes in the small bedroom:

"Kyrieeleison (Lord! have mercy on us)

Christeeleison (Christ, have mercy on us)

RequiemaeternamDonaeisdomine (Lord, grant them eternal rest)

EisdomineEtlusperpetuaLuceatcis (and shine upon them with eternal light)

……

Kyrieeleison (Lord, have mercy)

Christeeleison (Christ, have mercy)

Kyrieeleison (Lord, have mercy)

Christeeleison (Christ, have mercy)..."

The singing became more exciting and resonant. Le Jing closed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the table to beat the beat, and hummed the song "InMemoriam" from the Winchester Cathedral Choir.

The faint music came from upstairs and hovered in the quiet bookstore on the first floor.

Victor shook his ears, the great devil's keen hearing allowed him to hear the lyrics clearly.His entire cat face crumpled in disgust, as a demon he naturally disliked such hymns.

I don't know why the big devil suddenly got wind.

Victor was halfway through his uninterested yawns when he heard the sound of downstairs coming closer and closer.The steps are brisk, showing the owner's good mood.

Ten seconds later, Le Jing appeared at the stairs with a bright smile that could be called joy.He was wearing an elegant black windbreaker and shirt, and his black riding boots made a dull sound when he stepped on the wooden floor, and walked towards the door step by step.

Obviously Le Jing was smiling, but there was a chill in Victor's heart that made him shiver uncontrollably. He arched his body in shock, and the hair all over his body was about to explode.

Danger!

Every cell in his body is clamoring for the danger of youth at this time.

He was obviously just a mortal without much power, but the happy scene at this time still made Victor uncontrollably a little afraid.It was like a brutal ferocious beast patrolling its territory majestically after eating and drinking enough.

He took a step back cautiously, and almost subconsciously looked at Cairns who was sitting in front of the counter looking at the store with his help-like eyes.

Of course, Keynes also noticed that Le Jing's state was not right at this time.He stood up a little flustered, turned his head to look at the young man who had already walked to the door, his eyes showed a trace of worry: "What are you going to do? I will go with you."

The young man paused, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and smiled slightly. The golden sunlight shone on his clean eyebrows, adding a little bit of sacred awe to him at this moment.

"I'm going to punish the sinner." The young man replied softly, his slightly closed eyes faintly glowing, "You don't have to follow."

"I'm going!" Victor's footsteps stopped behind him, and he begged stubbornly in a low voice: "Please take me with you."

Le Jing tilted his head slightly, his warm amber eyes contained an irresistible toughness, "Be obedient." He lifted his foot and walked out, and the unfinished sentence floated in the store: "Take a good look at the store."

Before he finished speaking, he disappeared at the door.

Cairns's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his sharp and deep facial features were as cold and hard as marble sculptures, as if the eternal chill from the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains lingered in his dark green eyes, successfully making Victor shiver.

Victor covered his eyes sadly, why does life always make things difficult for him, a weak and helpless kitten?

……

Le Jing suddenly appeared in a strange space.

Space has no sky, no land, just pure darkness.The dazzling light mist changes into various shapes above, just like the skirt of the goddess of dawn.

'Is this the space where the Lord God resides? '

[Yes, that's right. ] Le Ling stretched out his mental power to scan the surrounding area, and said with a smile: [In your human words, this is called pretending, right? 】

After all, this is just a small space with imperfect laws, not even a world.The surrounding darkness and the light and mist in the sky look cool, but they are actually just a special effect that looks tall, and it can only be used to bluff laymen without any special power.

Le Jing almost laughed because of Le Ling's precise description.Sure enough, even Le Ling saw through the essence of the main god.

[I have successfully hacked into the firewall of the main god system and obtained administrator privileges. ] Le Ling's proud voice sounded in his mind: [Although they are all career planning systems, I was born with a self-aware federal top Al. That little guy is just a program made up of data. He has no wisdom at all and no potential for development. , is not my opponent who is constantly developing and evolving at all! 】If Le Ling had a body, he must be looking like a flutter with his nostrils upturned.

Of course, he still knows the priorities, so he just brags about himself a little, and quickly gets to the point: [I have locked the space where he is, and can block his actions at any time, how do you deal with him? 】

"Of course it is..." Le Jing raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were dark, and there was a dim light flickering: "Use the way of others to treat him."

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Wu Long glanced at his watch and found that it was 5 minutes before nine o'clock.He jerked his right foot impatiently, time was passing so damn slowly, and he couldn't wait to watch the next performance.

Only when he started watching the challenge match the day before yesterday did he understand why the ancient Romans were so keen on watching gladiator performances. It is because this kind of behavior can make people secrete a lot of adrenal hormones, in other words, it can make people addicted.

Wu Long is now also in love with this exciting and bloody sport, of course as a bystander.Watching these puny mortals scheming and fighting for a ridiculous reward really put him in a good mood.

He dominates their destiny, and he is the god of destiny that they cannot defy.

These wretches risked their lives for his meager reward.But they don't know that even if they are champions, it is impossible to return to the real world.

Wouldn't it be a waste for such a powerful reincarnation to be put in the real world?He should stay and be his servant, just like the previous 3S reincarnation, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to him.

"No. 1!" He sent a voice transmission outside the door.

This is the new name he gave to the 3S reincarnation, simple and clear, much easier to remember than his previous name.It's boring to wait now, so I just let him in and give him a shoulder squeeze.

After a few seconds, he frowned.

what happened?

"Number one!" he called again.

But this time No. 1 still didn't show up.It was quiet outside the palace gate, as if there was no one there.

Although he could know what happened outside the door as long as he let go of his mental power, he still ordered angrily: [System!what happened!You go and see! 】

A piercing piercing sound pierced through, as if someone was adjusting the microphone. Amidst Wu Long's shocked expression, a clear male voice with a smile suddenly sounded from his mind: [Hey, hello, can you hear me? ? 】

Wu Long stood up abruptly from his seat, looked left and right, and unscrupulously released his mental power to investigate.A few seconds later, the result of the mental power check made his face turn blue - no, nothing!

His servants and guards, who were supposed to be guarding the door, were nowhere to be seen!There is not even a bird at the gate of the palace!

"Who are you!" He forced himself to remain calm and said, "What purpose do you have?Do you know who I am? ! '

[Wu Long, male, Han nationality, 30 years old, 1.76 meters tall, 75 kg in weight, occupation: main god. ] The owner of the voice chuckled and asked unhurriedly: 【Am I right? 】

Wu Long's heart was full of turbulent waves, but his face was forced to collapse, and he even smiled: "This friend seems to know me very well. Since you already know my identity, you should naturally understand the power I possess , if you have anything to ask of me, you can show up generously, and I will not help those who hide their heads and show their tails."

Now that Wu Long is still putting on airs and putting on airs, Le Jing almost wants to laugh.

[Let me now order a Latin song by the Pope's Choir for Mr. Wu Long, the name is "OFortuna", please enjoy it. 】

Wu Long was stunned: What?

The next moment, a magnificent and powerful chorus sounded in his mind.

[OFortuna (Oh, fate)

velutluna (like the moon)

statuvariabilis (variation)

sempercrescis (sometimes full)

autdecrescis (sometimes missing)]

He obviously doesn't know the language, but he understands the meaning of the lyrics strangely.He has only seen this powerful translation function used by the main god system.Could it be that the main god system was taken away?

A black figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a young man in a black windbreaker, standing at the foot of the steps with his sword in his arms, looking up at him with a half-smile.It was obvious that he was looking up at Wu Long from a low place, but Wu Long could see the look of arrogance and contempt from those deep eyes.

[vitadetestabilis (hateful life)

nuncobdurat (first bumpy)

ettunccurat (after another smooth)

ludomentisaciem (like being played by fate)]

"Do you like the song I gave you?" He was obviously smiling, but the young man's voice was tinged with coolness.

Wu Long's face turned cold, his whole body was full of true energy, the next moment he had appeared behind the young man, raised his fist and swung at the young man's head, with a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, he could almost imagine the miserable appearance of the young man's brain burst.

[egestatem (regardless of poverty)

potestatem (still rich)

dissolvitutglaciem.

Le Jing tilted his head slightly, and easily dodged his fist. Then, he leaped high like a dexterous black swallow, and appeared behind Wu Long with a nimble backflip. Wu Long stabbed in the back.

There was only a sound of "stabbing" like the sound of paper torn, and Wu Long, who was hit by Lejing's true energy, turned into a tattered paper figurine and floated to the ground.

【Sorsimmanis (Wheel of Fortune)

etinanis (eerie nothingness)

rotatuvolubilis (rotating relentlessly)]

The real Wu Long was standing in front of the throne looking down on Le Jing.

Although he didn't know how this young man gained the control of the main god system, but since he knew his secret, he had no choice but to die!Over the years, he has collected a lot of treasures by relying on the reincarnation. Even without the help of the main god system, it is more than enough to deal with this young man.

[statusmalus (malicious and cruel)

vanasalus (to bring fulfillment and happiness)

semperdissolubilis (destroyed into nothing in an instant)]

He frowned, and began to feel irritated by the noisy singing.

Seeing that Wu Long was about to attack him again, Le Jing said calmly, "Seal. Lock."

Wu Long's body froze, and his brain seemed to be cut off from the nerves of his whole body. No matter how hard he ordered in his mind, he couldn't even move his little finger.

"What did you do to me? You..."

The young man glanced at him coldly and ordered: "Shut up."

So Wu Long silenced his voice immediately, his lips opened and closed and he could only make a silent breath.

Under his anxious and terrified eyes, the young man slowly drew out his long sword and walked towards him step by step with the sword in hand.

[Sorssalutis (Fate is against me)

etvirtutis (destroying health)

michinunccontraria (strike will)

estaffectus (relentless blow)

etdefectus (brutal oppression)

semperinangaria (to enslave my heart)]

The head's singing became more passionate and powerful, like a war drum trying to smash his skull into pieces.His face became paler and paler, because of the approaching young man, and also because of the ominous meaning conveyed by the lyrics.

The sharp sword tip drew bright sparks on the white marble floor of the palace. Under Wu Long's horrified eyes, this mysterious man walked up the steps step by step, stood still in front of him, and then slowly showed him a happy smile. smile.

At the same time, the singing in his head also came to an end: [Hacinhora (at this moment)

sinemora (don't hesitate anymore)

cordepulsumtangite (plucking a sad dirge)]

Holding the sword, the young man cut off his arm slowly like cutting tofu: "Those who play with the fate of others, be careful not to become the object of fate to play with themselves."

[quodpersortem (for being fate)

sternitfortem (the stronger one defeated)

mecumomnes planite! (All weep and lament with me!)]

"When you play with fate, fate also plays with you."

【OFortuna (Oh, fate)】

The young man smiled and said this to Wu Long who was cut into a stick while sitting on the throne.

Wu Long finally passed out.

Le Jing shrugged, "I thought he could last a little longer, but I didn't expect him to be so useless."

Originally, Le Jing thought that Wu Long chose to become the main god, so there should be something special about him.Unexpectedly, he was just a clown who was dazzled by power and didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.It's boring.

Without the qualifications to match his ambition, what awaits him is nothing but self-destruction.

Le Jing raised the corner of his mouth, and a wicked look flashed in his eyes.If Wu Long woke up and found that he was unscathed but just had a nightmare, I don't know what kind of expression he would have.

That's right, everything just now was an illusion constructed by Le Jing and Le Ling. In reality, Wu Long just fell asleep.

But it's not because Le Jing's heart softened, but because he felt that just killing him would be too cheap for him.The so-called treating another person in his own way is certainly not as simple as making him have a nightmare.

When Wu Long wakes up, he will find that he has become a reincarnation struggling to survive in thousands of worlds. He will continue to shuttle through countless reincarnations and will never be redeemed.Le Ling has already modified the program of the main god system bound to Wu Long. From then on, Wu Long's main god system will turn into a strict jailer to guard Wu Long, a prisoner.It will issue various tasks to force Wu Long to perform, so that he can also experience the so-called "failure to kill".

[Le Jing, if you were given a chance to choose again, would you still choose to open a bookstore? ] Le Ling suddenly asked: [If you change your profession, under my power, you will have much more wealth, power and strength than you have now. 】

The young man blinked, and suddenly smiled, arrogant, reckless, and contemptuous: "The lifespan of human beings is only more than 100 years, and any wealth, power and power can't stand up to time. Under the power of time, they are fleeting and perishable. hit."

"But only one thing is eternal in the immensity of time, and that is knowledge."

"Things change and the stars change, and the sea and the sea overturn the mulberry field. Only knowledge will always shine in the starry sky of mankind, and it has become the belief that generations of people pursue all their lives."

The young man curled his lips into a smile, his brows were as clear as a child's: "The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

"It's a lonely road, and I'm going to keep going."

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The lyrics of "O Fortuna" are adapted from the opera "Burana" written by the famous German musician Carl Orff (Karl Orff)