I am not human

There was no punishment or reward, and the grand college he built with all his painstaking efforts became a stone thrown into the deep pool without causing any waves.

Am I right?am I wrong?I don't ask for a sudden golden light to give me a daytime ascension or something, but you should give me some reaction at least?Squeak, praise me?Even if you just give me a positive look, is it right?

He looked up at the sky, longing for even a little feedback, but the sky only responded silently.

That kind of feeling is like believing in the sea, writing without comment, you are sweating profusely on stage, but you don't even know if the audience below has read it again.

Wei Ximing was confused again.He always thought that he was the kind of person who would be appointed by the sky. He thought that he had to make some achievements to be worthy of his status... But now, he felt that he seemed to be thinking too much.The guy above doesn't seem to care about his performance.

He couldn't help but began to question his actions, and began to doubt whether his actions made sense... Well, if he had to say it, there should still be meaning, at least for those half-demons.The appearance of the All Things Academy has made their lives much easier, and most of them are grateful for it—although the objects of gratitude are mainly the Jiufang family, and there is nothing wrong with him at all.

In addition, for some stubborn warlock families, his influence should be quite profound.So deep that they can hunt and kill him at all costs, and in the end they actually killed him... Although the specific circumstances are unknown and he has no memory, he believes that he should have been "killed" by them in some way Otherwise, he wouldn't have somehow run into a zombie's womb.

Being reborn as a baby is hard, being reborn as an unborn baby is even worse, and being reborn as a baby in the belly of a zombie is especially bad.Don't ask what it's like to be born, it's Wei Ximing's eternal nightmare; don't ask what it's like to drink rice cereal while wearing a diaper, it's too shameful, and he doesn't want to mention it.

In short, he died because he built a college that some people would not like, and then he lived again because he was the head of the order.As for the topic of "Why me", Wei Ximing didn't bother to ask, and he couldn't get an answer anyway.

To live again, he chose to be low-key and silent, quietly facing his own balancer and firewall, and no longer deal with any human beings he knew in his previous life.The only exception is the Chief of Order of City A, who is his old friend. The first thing Wei Ximing did after he was able to speak fluently was to call him.

"Finally bubbling? I thought you were going to pretend to be dead forever." This was the first sentence his friend said to him.

Wei Xi Ming was silent, and after a while he said: "Haven't you ever thought that I'm really dead?"

"Damn it, you think I'm blind? You haven't elected a new order leader in your area yet!"

It's really a simple and crude method of falsification... It's silent before it's revealed.After thinking for a moment, he decided to tell his friend the truth.

"I am dead, or I think I am dead... But for some reason, I was reborn again, and the identity of the chief orderer is still there, and has not been taken away."

This time it was the other side's turn to be silent.After an unknown amount of time, the friend finally recovered his voice: "Is your god of death also here?"

Wei Ximing looked at the shadow under his feet, sighed and nodded: "I'm here, watching like a tiger."

His friend also sighed: "It's so pitiful."

"That's not it." Wei Ximing was tiptoeing on the chair, holding the handset of the landline in both hands, and the exhaustion could not be concealed on his immature face: "I don't understand, what does he want me to do? If I die, I will die." , there are so many people in this world, wouldn’t it be good to just pick one at random? ——I reckon he just picks at random, and so do I.”

"Who knows." The voice of the friend on the other end of the phone was very long, like a thread that couldn't be shaken off, "Just keep doing it, and let's each perform our duties."

After the friend finished speaking, he hung up the phone.Wei Ximing stood on the chair with the handset in his hands, was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed.

do you mean this?

Each performs his duties, each in his own position, is it for order?

what is this?bid?Is this the answer you want?

Wei Ximing slammed the handset back onto the landline, feeling that he was a big fool in the past.What answer do you want, what order do you want?He himself is the most standard order!

Do things obediently, honestly, is this the order you want? ——He questioned the imaginary god in his heart.Co-author of your mother's choice of Laozi, isn't it because Laozi is lively, cute and talented, so I just want me to go to work early and do more things step by step, right?

I x your mother.

Wei Ximing became angry and gave up.He finally understood that he was simply being used as a vain worker by that god, and the only purpose of his existence was to be a balancer and a firewall.As for the other things, don't think about it, it's just bad luck.

He looked at his zombie mother in this life, and couldn't help but sigh that this setting really suits him—what's the difference between him and a zombie?Neither human nor ghost, the walking dead.

He is just a pawn.

With this understanding, Wei Ximing shamelessly put on the skin of a young child and lingered on for several years.Order Chief has the authority to adjust his own time, which does not violate order, so he shamelessly raised his age by a few years, skipped kindergarten and went to the third grade of elementary school, and then went up to the next level. That cheap mother didn't know whether it was because of her IQ arrears or her knowledge, so she didn't say much about it.Wei Ximing is also happy and relaxed, enjoying her soup and fried chicken with peace of mind, and not too happy to dawdle among a group of elementary school students.

...Only very occasionally, when he dreamed back at midnight, he would see that familiar shadow man standing beside his bed, holding a huge sickle, looking at him silently.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wei Ximing always feels that there is nostalgia and compassion in his eyes.

This state was maintained until his first year of junior high school, when a human and a half-demon came to him.They were introduced by the three-legged golden crow, and he liked that three-legged golden crow quite a bit, so his attitude towards them was more friendly... Of course, it was only relatively speaking.

The meeting was barely a pleasure... Although he didn't say it, he felt a little miraculous in his heart.A half-fierce beast and a warlock who hated monsters sat side by side in his house, and they looked quite harmonious—and behind this harmony, openly or secretly, there was a school of everything.

A strange and long-lost complacency surged in his heart, and he suddenly wanted to go back and have a look... although he knew that he would never go.

He began to consciously pay attention to some information related to the Institute of Everything, just like a rustic mother from the countryside, silently looking at his accomplished son from afar, and spared no effort to inquire about everything he could.He hummed a song and sorted the collected information into categories, but gradually caught some discordant things in it.

It was like a sticky thread hanging down from a corner, he felt it up, and it broke, but he knew that the source of this thread must be a big spider web.

Someone was up to something...in the academy he had worked so hard to build.

- hastily, hastily!Let me explode on the spot, bastard!