After being targeted by a paranoid god [Quick Transmigration]

[It is detected that the individual has awakened, and the consciousness is being connected... The environment is being analyzed... The task background is being transmitted...]

[Mission No. 19117 has been connected to the world, the mission rating is d, and the difficulty is low. 】

[I wish you a happy mission. 】

Su Mo blinked and propped himself up.

The boy under the window has fair to almost transparent skin, which seems to be able to see through the light in the sun.The lip color was light and almost pale, but the pair of pupils were deep black, looking like two black gemstones embedded in the eye sockets.

The young man's brows are light, like a thick and colorful ink painting, with a certain ethereal beauty.But at the corner of his right eye, there was a small tear mole, which instantly brought a violent impact to the two-color picture scroll, turning into a thrilling alluring color.

Su Mo massaged his temple, frowning to accept the information in this world.After a long time, he put down his hand, and let out a sigh from his pale lips.

Su Mo is a tasker under the system space. He signed a contract with the system space before his death: after death, he will clean up all the memories he had when he was alive, and become a knife under the system, shuttling through countless worlds, Complete the tasks assigned by the system.

The task rating of this world is only D, and Sumo's system helped him apply for a vacation world. It can be said that there is almost no difficulty.

And Su Mo sighed not because of anything else, but because the original owner of this world is...too miserable.

He became famous at a young age. At the age of 12, he created a painting that shocked the world and sold an unbelievably high price. He was even accepted as his disciple by a prestigious elder; In general, for seven years, he never made any achievements.

How high he was once praised, and now he has fallen into the quagmire, how hard he has been trampled.

How could the proud man of the past be able to stand such a different treatment, but no matter how hard he tried, his paintings lacked that kind of moving charm.

It's as if... all his aura was sucked away by that painting when he was 12 years old.

In the end, on the day of his 19th birthday, he mistakenly believed the records in the books he didn't know where he read, cut his wrists and painted with blood, hoping to pray for the mercy of the gods.

As for the result...

There has never been a god in this world, even if there is, it is definitely not benevolent. [Sumo] Doing so will not affect anyone except for ruining my own extremely young life.

And it was because of his death that Sumo came as a tasker.

"System, what is the mission of this world?"

After Su Mo sorted out the general situation of the identity he replaced, he asked.

[After all, it's a vacation mission for you, so it's very easy! 】

[As long as you fulfill the child's last wish and become a famous painter all over the world again, the mission is considered complete.The greater the fame, the higher the task completion.If it is enough to reach the level of immortality like Da Vinci, Van Gogh, and Picasso, hidden rewards can also be triggered. 】

Su Mo frowned.

"That's really...not difficult."

At least, holding a pen and drawing is much easier than Sumo has received before, such as saving the world, dominating the world, and building infrastructure in the last days.

Worthy of a vacation mission.

Su Mo turned over and planned to get out of bed, but perhaps because the body had lost too much blood, he couldn't stand still at the very beginning, and even staggered a few times.

Su Mo leaned on the wall and came to the window, and sat down in front of the easel.

On the easel, there are still the last works created by the original owner before his death, but the final finishing touch is missing.The sky painted with red and black color blocks, the chaotic land with messy lines, and the ruined walls in the distance, just looking at it like this will make you feel crazy and desperate.

There is a shocking red color left in the paint tray on the side, which is the color mixed by the original owner with his own blood.

"His paintings are like this, why didn't anyone take him to see a psychiatrist?"

Su Mo found it incredible.

"As far as the mental state conveyed in this painting is concerned, even if there is no ridiculously stupid operation of painting with blood, he will commit suicide sooner or later."

[Maybe people think this is a painting style? 】

The system is guessing.

Su Mo stared at the painting, but before he could figure out how to finish it, the door of the room behind him was roughly pushed open.

"Sumo!"

The visitor was covered with famous brands, even if Su Mo couldn't recognize it, he could guess that it must be expensive just by looking at the material.

However, compared with that luxurious attire, the other party's tone was not kind, there was deep disdain and contempt in his eyes, and there was a bit of sarcasm.

"The teacher asked me to see how your preparations are going."

As he said this, he took a few steps forward and saw the painting on the easel in front of Sumo at a glance.

A sneer suddenly came out of the man's mouth.

"Ha! This time the painting competition, you plan to use this kind of thing to submit?! Don't lose the teacher! This kind of thing will be brushed down in the first round!"

"Su Mo, if you're sensible, you might as well pack up your things and get out of here as soon as possible, so that you can be considerate!"

Su Mo frowned slightly, and quickly settled the relationship between himself and the other party.

The man in front of him was his senior brother, Galil who was 20 years older than Sumo.The painting competition he was talking about was a world-class painting competition called TGP (the global painting).

The competition is held every four years and will attract worldwide attention.

The reason why the original body became famous in one fell swoop was because he participated in the No.12 fourth tgp at the age of 70 and won the runner-up, thus breaking into the eyes of the world.

But since then, the original body has been silent.Three years ago, in No.70's [-]th tgp competition, he barely managed to get out of the group stage and was eliminated miserably.

And now, there is less than a year before the next TGP, and all those who want to participate should prepare to submit their own paintings.

The unfinished painting in front of Su Mo was the entry prepared by Yuan Bo under the instruction of the teacher.It's just that before the final finishing touch, the original body died, and Su Mo took over this body and the rest of the mess.

Su Mo turned his head and looked at Galil calmly.

Galil felt as if he was suffocating, the little junior brother's dark eyes looked at him like this, but for some reason it gave Galil an indescribable sense of terror.

It was as if it was some terrible inhuman creature, looking at itself emotionlessly through the skin of a human being.

"Look at what!"

Galil rushed up and slapped Somo on the face, as if to hide his panic.

He looked down at the red and swollen fingerprints gradually appearing on Su Mo's face, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction because of this illusion of superiority.

He had never liked Somo.

Don't look at Galil's scolding Sumo now, it seems to be very great, but even if Sumo is now down, at least he was once brilliant.

But Galil...but it has always been so mediocre.

Although Su Mo called him a senior brother, Galil was not a disciple accepted by Master Meagan.In fact, he is only the nephew of Master Meagan, but he has always been cheeky and called himself Master Meagan's disciple.

Galil was so jealous that he was so proud of Su Mo.That's why when a genius like Su Mo falls, he will be more excited about suppressing Su Mo than anyone else.

It's as if... As long as this is done, then the once favored son of heaven like Su Mo will only end up in the same situation as him, or even worse than him.

In this world, is there anything more exciting than watching the fall of a genius high above the clouds?

No!

[……system. ] Su Mo felt the burning pain on his face, narrowed his eyes, [Can I kill this guy? ]

【Ah, ah, host, stop! No! You can deal with it however you want, but don’t die! Don’t die! This is just a holiday world where killing is prohibited!】

After hearing what the system said, Su Mo sighed regretfully.

All right, he will write down this grudge first.

Galil didn't know what Somo was thinking.When he saw Su Mo sighing, he immediately let out a cold snort.

"What are you looking at me for?" He said sarcastically, "Garbage is garbage!"

I don't know whether I'm talking about the painting or about Su Mo.

Su Mo glanced at him indifferently, ignored him, and just turned his head to look at the painting that was belittled by the other party just like his master.

The boy took the painting tools at the side, dipped in the thrilling red color on the palette, and then wrote pen on the painting scroll without the slightest hesitation.

Thus, on the oppressive and crazy ruins, a flower bloomed.

An eye-catching flower with rich, rich colors.

However, if you take a closer look, you will be horrified to find that this flower bloomed from the corpse under the ruins.

That's a real... flower in the bone.It is an extremely evil flower that blooms on white bones.

Su Mo put down his pen, took a few steps back to look at it, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Afterwards, since Galil entered the room, the young man who never made a sound no matter how insulted the other party was, asked calmly, "What do you think, senior brother?"

"Is it still... the garbage that will be brushed off during the first round of TGP's audition?"

"Hahahaha!"

Before Galil opened his eyes and said something, there was a burst of hearty laughter from the door.An old man with gray hair and eyebrows was standing there at some point, looking at Su Mo's painting, his face full of satisfaction.

"Su Mo, you are self-deprecating. With your painting, I can't say for sure how many places I can get, but there is absolutely no problem in being a finalist!"

Galil's face contorted immediately.

Don't underestimate the number of people who can enter the TGP finals.Although it does not mean that as long as you are shortlisted, you can win an award, but it is also an extremely high honor that countless people flock to and envy.

How many people live their lives in poverty, and they may not be able to touch the threshold of the TGP finals.

To give the simplest example, even though Galil is 20 years older than Sumo, he has never been in the finals.

Even if he was taught to paint, it was an internationally renowned master like Meagan.

"teacher."

Su Mo nodded to the visitor.

Yes, this old man is Sumo and Galil's teacher, Master Meagan.

Master Meagan looked at the painting that had just been completed on the easel, then at Su Mo, and frowned when he noticed the fingerprints on the latter's face.

"Sumo, your face..."

His gaze turned to the other person in the room.

"Galil?"

The old man looked as if he could make Galil look good just by getting an affirmative answer from Sumo.

"It's okay, teacher."

Su Mo answered calmly.

"Bite by a mad dog."

"...Oh, you child."

Seeing that Su Mo refused to tell the truth to himself, Master Meagan could only stamp his feet angrily, and switched to other topics.

"Sumo, it's been seven years."

"The son of God in the past, can you still hold a pen?"

"I can."

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the old man.

12-year-old Su Mo shocked the world with a painting and was praised as the "Son of God".That is an honor, an affirmation, and a boast that his paintings are like a divine pen, which is far from the divine works that ordinary people can create.

Later, Su Mo didn't publish any works for several years, and the world lamented that the gods had fallen.But now, Master Meagan looked at Su Mo and the flower on the bone beside him, and felt that he had seen the vigorous young man in the finals of the TGP competition again in a trance.

"Then I will make the decision and send your painting to the competition."

Su Mo lowered his head, looking very obedient.

"Listen to the teacher."

After Master Meagan and Galil all left the room, Sumo let out a long breath, and fell down on the soft bed behind him with a "slap".

【Host. 】

The system came out curiously.

【Can you still draw?I do not know how? 】

Doesn't his host have no artistic talent at all, playing a violin is like sawing wood, and singing a little star can go to the Arctic continent? !

Even if the weapon is a poetic judge's pen, it doesn't look chic and elegant, but looks like holding a gun and holding a sword.

The system felt sorry for Su Mo's judge pen.

Su Mo expressed his astonishment at the system's brainless problem.

"What?" He asked in disbelief, "Why do you think I can draw?"

The system silently looked at the piece of bone on the easel where the paint hadn't dried yet.

"Ah, you said that."

"That's not my painting either—the original owner completed most of it, I just added a white bone and a poisonous flower. If you want to talk about the artistic conception, it's probably because I have seen such a scene with my own eyes. It’s too deep, so I brought some out.”

The system stared at Su Mo, and finally made some hesitant attempts.

【Then what do you plan to do with your future paintings...? 】

Su Mo's face immediately collapsed.

"Good question," he said, "that's what I want to know, too."

"..."

"Forget it, forget about this kind of thing, go to sleep!"

*****

【Where are you going? 】

Countless thick tentacles protruded from the endless abyss, rushed up along the sea water, tightly entangled the figure who was trying to escape, and then dragged towards the deep sea.

The swaying skylight on the sea surface is clearly close at hand, like a grotesque world that can be grasped with one hand, but no matter how hard you try, you can only be dragged into the dark abyss by those tentacles, and you can't touch it at all.

Until the end, the darkness completely enveloped the body, and the originally cold tentacles seemed to have a little warmth.The faceless black shadow hugged the victim who had been pulled into the abyss from behind, and rubbed his fingers against the victim's wrist, with a sense of ambiguity and cherishment.

【You can't escape. 】

【You are my sacrifice. 】

"……what!"

Su Mo opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up from the bed.His back was sweating profusely, and his clothes were already wet.

【Host? 】

Such a big movement also woke up the same dormant system.

"...It's okay, I just had a nightmare."

Su Mo got up and got out of bed, poured himself a glass of water, and sipped it bit by bit.

The place where he lives now is the seaside villa of Master Meagan. You only need to open the curtains, and the sea is beyond the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sea sparkled under the moonlight, as beautiful as a picture scroll drawn by God.But Su Mo looked at the turbulent waves, and for some reason, he thought of the previous dream, the thick tentacles, the endless dark abyss, and the inescapable imprisonment.

"what is that?"