Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

Jian Mingshu was not intimidated by the black cat's argument that "you can't get out of this world".

He lowered his head and smiled, as gentle as Qiu Lu playing a lotus: "If you don't try it, how will you know?"

The black cat changed its usual smile and twirled the baton in its hand: "Handsome, you are quite optimistic. But—"

The baton stretched instantly, turning into a sharp sword, pointing straight at Shinichi's throat.

"Do you have a choice?" The black cat narrowed its eyes and looked at Jian Mingshu with a teasing smile.

"Can you escape, can the two of them escape?" The black cat shook the tip of the sword lightly, and said in a drawn out voice, "Will you follow me?"

"The life and death of a skylark has already been determined by fate. [1]" Shinichi said suddenly.

"Okay, at this juncture, you can shut up!" Baomeng hastily covered Shinichi's mouth, and quietly blocked the point of the sword on his throat with his hand.

Little Wu Shuyang held Jian Mingshu's little finger, was taken aback, and asked, "Uncle Ming, what is he talking about?"

Baomeng explained with a smile: "He...can't speak, recently...read some books, learning to read and speak..."

"Second Battalion Commander, where's your fucking Italian gun? Give it to me—" [2] Before Shinichi could finish his sentence, Baomeng gagged him again.

"...Can't you show him something normal to enlighten him..."

After Shinichi came, Jian Mingshu hadn't had time to ask, it's only been a day, how did this child teach Hu to be like this.

Shut up is a handsome guy, open mouth is a funny guy.

"Hey, can you respect me?" Black Cat Ming shook his sword, "Is my sword still on my neck?"

Jian Mingshu looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, raised his hand slightly, and calmly pressed down his forearm that turned into a sword hilt.

The tip of the sword trembled.

Two invisible forces kept wrestling, pulling the long sword left and right.After a stalemate for a while, the tip of the sword began to move down, gradually leaving Shinichi's neck.

"I made you laugh. There is nothing else in our hospital, it's just a panic."

As soon as he was out of danger, Jian Mingshu smiled lightly and replied to him.

The black cat exerted strength in its hand, wanting to raise the tip of the sword again, unexpectedly, although Jian Mingshu's face was soft, the strength in his hand was amazingly strong, and the tip of his sword was pressed down so that he couldn't move.

Jian Mingshu leaned down slightly, facing the black cat's ear, and said in a volume that only two people could hear:

"Don't mess with me, let alone those around me."

He straightened his body, left the black cat, stared at the black cat's eyes with a smile on his face, and kept throwing a square object with his right hand—the healing ointment conjured by the black cat.

"Creater, right? It seems...not that difficult to control." Jian Mingshu said lightly.

The healing ointment swirled in the air and suddenly shattered into powder.

Jian Mingshu's eyes are as peaceful as the warm wind blowing in spring, after searching for a long time, he can feel the cold cruelty in his eyes.

The black cat understood what he meant.

As a creator, this is a silent threat.

"You are really interesting." The black cat smiled, and brushed away the long sword, "—no one dares to talk to me like that."

"It's really a pleasure to meet you." Jian Mingshu sarcastically touched his chest with one hand and performed an ancient ceremony.

Both of them had smirks on their faces, and their teeth were clenched.One was thinking about the stinky brat, and the other was secretly cursing and bullying others.

Baomeng could even hear the silent fight between the two, which filled the air with crackling sparks.

"That's how it is." The black cat softened his attitude, "You and I will join hands and get one person, and I can - think about it and help you out."

The black cat's emerald green eyes swept over Jian Mingshu's face, making it impossible to understand his thoughts.

Jian Mingshu raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you just say 'no one survived'?"

His gaze towards the black cat was full of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Handsome, the answers are all written in the past stories, you might as well calm down and remember."

"And—" the black cat threw a square object high with its right hand.

He deftly tossed it up and caught it firmly, Jian Mingshu recognized it at a glance: this is healing ointment.The healing balm he had just used to show his attitude.

"We're the same...so, I'm not interested in your abilities. Helping each other will be of great benefit." The black cat said with a smile, and took back the things in its hand.

Jian Mingshu understood what he meant.

The two smiling tigers stared at each other with smiles on their faces, neither of them gave in.

Xiao Wu Shuyang grabbed the corner of Jian Mingshu's clothes, frowned his flat eyebrows, and got angry at the black cat.That appearance is pink and jade carved, very cute.

"can."

The olive branch thrown by the other party, Jian Mingshu thought for a moment, but decided to catch it: "Who is going to get it done?"

The black cat's green eyes stared at the other's light brown eyes.He gave a smirk:

"Speaker of the Confederate Assembly, Azusa."

"Azusa?"

The name doesn't sound like a normal name.

The black cat raised its hand casually, and a row of flares crackled and exploded in the air, forming the two characters "梓茶".

"This guy is English-Japanese, Tian Gong Zicha, Amamiya Azusa." He shrugged.

Baomeng glanced at the black cat with his mouth curled up, "You have the nerve to say that other people are secondary".

"This person has always been a thorn in the side of our liberals."

"In the beginning, there was no so-called 'confederation' regime in this world, there was no clean-up movement, and there was no 'for a greater tomorrow'. All of this was caused by Zi Cha, the speaker of the confederation."

"It's really a good thing for you to solve him."

Jian Mingshu doesn't care about the karma between the factions.He just wanted to hold the black cat steady and find a way out as soon as possible.

Jian Mingshu nodded calmly: "Deal."

"However, to be clear in advance, my top priority is to escape. Once I find it, I will leave immediately."

The black cat gave a short laugh: "If you can find it yourself."

He bent down and bowed gracefully: "But please do yourself, my princess."

"My father and your mother—"

"Bao Meng." Jian Mingshu glanced at her.

"Cut, secondary illness." Baomeng turned away angrily.

The black cat didn't take it seriously, and whistled loudly.

A huge wooden barge with both ends upturned wobbled and floated down.The wooden boat and the abandoned city are incompatible, but have a bit of ancient Egyptian characteristics.The hull is not big, and it seems that it can barely stand three or four people.

It hovers in front of the eyes, with "Mandjet"[2] engraved on the prow.

He had read the word in the legend, which means "ship of ten thousand years", the beloved chariot pulled by the ancient Egyptian sun god.

Even more coincidentally, the form of the sun god Ra is just a big black cat.

Jian Mingshu re-examined the thin young man in front of him.

The other party patted the boat, as if to confirm whether it would fall apart. He seemed to be satisfied with the stability of the structure, and raised his eyes to meet the concise scrutiny:

"Come on, let you give up, tell you why you can't get out."

The ship of ten thousand years took off, and the whole bizarre world was displayed before the eyes again.

Overhead are countless twisted worlds, like the reflections of a kaleidoscope.Every time the wooden boat flew a certain distance, the world above his head kept distorting and expanding.

From the miniatures of these huddled cities, Jian Mingshu gradually grasped the rules: "These cities are similar to the functional divisions of Europe, rather than the efficiency divisions of modern cities."

Cities with functional divisions can basically meet food, housing, and transportation in one block, such as Barcelona and the suburbs of Paris; cities with efficient divisions are more accessible, and the center is usually the CBD, and then radiate outwards according to functional areas, such as New York.

If an area adopts functional zoning, most of the correspondence is long-standing obstacles and barriers in traffic.

"You are very smart." The black cat nodded in agreement.

"No.5, there are hundreds of areas in total. As you can see, they are expanding all the time. The areas are isolated from each other and are getting farther and farther away, so it is difficult to communicate with each other. People here want to be efficient. Zoning, this eccentric city, is totally unacceptable.”

"That's why I said that you can't get out of this place. Not only can you not get out, there is no one to guide you, and you can't even find your way home."

The black cat introduced some basic information intermittently, roughly meaning that this place was once rich and beautiful, where people lived and worked in peace and contentment.The human beings living here have ushered in several technological explosions under the favorable living conditions.

Simultaneously, resource starvation became a growing problem, eventually developing into a system-wide collapse.

The landform deteriorates, the weather is disordered, until the species become extinct, and no grass grows.

The whole No.5, when I realized it, only the harsh environment and people remained.

Under the scarcity of resources, what came into being is——

In the deserted city passing by the wooden barge, an exciting song was played slowly, and the lyrics were full of "Unite, for the Confederacy. The sacrifice of civilians is necessary, for a greater tomorrow!"

"Racism." Jian Mingshu deduced.

Harsh environmental pressure always needs an outlet to vent, some are aggravated hostility, some are violent turmoil, and throughout the ages, the most high-sounding way to vent is-racism.

Advocating the natural privileges of a certain race is naturally suitable to become the ruling class, and tramples the rest of the race underfoot.

Even today, this is not new.

The black cat nodded: "Alters gathered together to form superhuman regimes in various places. These regimes were loosely combined to form a confederation. The total population of the general population is 3000 million, Alter is less than 30, and the confederation accounts for [-]%."

"In No.5, only more than 20 Confederate Alters are considered human beings."

"What about ordinary people?"

The black cat smiled.

"If you're happy, keep it. If you're not happy, squeeze it into tomato sauce. After all, the creator is limited, and an area without a creator is equivalent to having no source of resources."

"As for the whole No.5, Creater, there are only more than 60 people who are still alive. There are so many ordinary people who can't support them now, and in the future-even less."

The three of them flew across the deserted city and came to a volcanic area, and not long before that was a wasteland.In distant places, rocky beaches and tundra can also be seen.

What they have in common: No tall vegetation.

Plants no longer exist, so let's talk about animals.

"So, the Creater is actually equivalent to - nourishment? Can I understand it that way?"

The black cat stood on top of the wooden boat, with his arms outstretched, and the wind made his hair fly:

"The mountains and rivers here belong to them, and the rivers and seas belong to them. Every inch of land you step on is a Creator who goes on and on, and is formed by the accumulation of their flesh and blood."

He turned his head and stared at Jian Mingshu: "Do you understand? So, if you're smart, just keep things about the Creator hidden."

In the distance, a light black transparent cover fell on the ground.

"Coming."

What the hood covers is a huge concave canyon, which is full of colorful buildings along the mountain wall.

From a distance, it looks like densely colored terraced fields, but when you get closer, you realize that these colorful colors come from all kinds of waste products, including plastic, iron sheets, and things with no visible material.

When the barge landed, Baomeng took the lead and jumped off the wooden boat.

Jian Mingshu was the second, after he jumped off, he turned around and hugged Xiao Wu Shuyang, and put him gently on the ground.

The children followed him closely, as if they were tied to him, pulling the corners of the clothes if they had any corners, and holding Jian Mingshu's little finger if they didn't.

The place to enter the hood was guarded by two ruffians, and the team entering the canyon was not long, only three or four people.

I don't know what was going on in front of the dispute, the little ruffian raised his knife and dropped it, and the head of the person at the front of the line fell to the ground.

The cold muzzle of the gun touched Jian Mingshu's right shoulder.

"Welcome to Area 63, the city that never sleeps." The black cat's voice came from behind.

The author has something to say: [1] From Shakespeare's "Hamlet"

[2] From "Bright Sword"

**Smiling tiger VS chuunibyou, watch sei laugh till the end