Workaholic

The wind blew across the face, and the large windbreaker fluttered with the wind, like huge black wings hanging behind.

The young man had already packed his suitcase, and after walking for two hours, the sky was halfway up, and the golden light shone on half of his face, as if the black eyelashes were also coated with a layer of soft golden light, Long and dense.

The black-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly, and finally sat down on a bench beside the road.

The bright sunshine is not dazzling, and the sky here is rendered in a strange color.

He rolled up his white shirt and looked at the watch on his wrist.

Now it was almost exactly one day before he realized that he had traveled through time.

A day earlier, he was delivering roses for Valentine's Day in a hotel.

The next day, I ran into this kind of case and arrived in another city that I had never met before.

Wang Wanghua squinted his eyes, and smelled a faint fragrance of flowers on the bench, with a comfortable scent that belonged to the morning, and the warm feeling was too charming.

"System," the dark-haired young man closed his eyes slightly, "wake me up in an hour."

"Ok."

Hearing the mechanical sound with a unique metallic texture, the young man couldn't help falling asleep during the long journey.

dark.

It's a dream.

[Entered a dream? ] A man's voice sounded in the darkness, not his own.

The voice was full of frivolity and carelessness, and seemed to have a bit of unpredictable malice.

[Let me see the flame of your life—oh, how pitiful. 】The man's voice raised slightly, with a hoarse and long tone like a poisonous snake.

【You are going to die. 】

Someone whispered in his ear.

Wang Wanghua listened to that voice with a very quiet expression, as if he was listening to something completely irrelevant to him.

That person seemed to be able to see the appearance of the young man in front of him. He was calm, as if he had nothing to do with it. There was not a single change on his face. He was so peaceful, like a mirror.

"You are not afraid." The man's long voice was a bit of aria, and he said softly like reciting poetry: "A poor human being, you will not live to be 30 years old."

The young man felt that his chin was lifted by a strong hand. The other party seemed to be standing in front of him and looking down at him. The cold and chilly touch made people think of poisonous snakes.

Wang Chaohua blinked his eyes hard, but found that there was darkness in front of him, oh, by the way, he was still in a dream.

Holding the other's chin, he looked at this human being for a while. The man seemed to be interested in him. The young man in front of him still carried the scent of soul fragments that had not dissipated, fear and tyranny.

This kind of soul fragment is spurned by most of the light attribute gods, and the high light gods are disgusted, and they are not even willing to look down on them.

The human beings who stick this kind of soul fragments can show that they have the potential in this regard.

Darkness always likes to gather.

But... the black-haired and green-eyed god looked at the pair of black pupils of the young man in front of him, and the other party seemed to be puzzled because he couldn't see him.

The God of Mischief showed a nasty smile, and he whispered in the young man's ear with a benevolent, gentle and stern voice, but the cold breath burned his ears like fire.

"Believe in me and become my people."

The deep voice is like honey and poison.

"I will give you new life."

[I will give you a new life. 】

Wang Chaohua opened his eyes.

"Host, are you awake? Only half an hour has passed." 111 said.

"Did you check anything special just now?" Wang Chaohua frowned, as if someone had been pinching his chin just now.

The young man rubbed his chin, took out a mirror from the suitcase, and found that there was a circle of faint red marks on his originally fair face.

Wang Wanghua stared at the circle of red marks, and compared his own hands, the fingerprints on them were bigger than his own, and there was a chill like ice and snow.

The system has also noticed it, it seems that it hasn't been there just now.

"...you pinched it yourself?"

Wang Chaohua: "..."

"No, I suspect it's haunted." Wang Chaohua said with a heavy expression.

Could this be the legendary ghost press?

The God of Mischief who came out of the dream was looking at the busy traffic below the tall building. He had been expelled from the Olympus Mountains. With the decline of miracles, Zeus' position as the king of God was already crumbling.

Chaos, dark and light.Today's third-generation gods are no longer what they were then, and the gods who want to win the position of the new god king can be said to be very powerful.

That old fox of Zeus is really lingering, and he still keeps his stupid brother as the heir, and the presence of such a good thing as Thor's Hammer is probably enough to deter most of the gods.

The man was sipping the blood-colored red wine in his hand, his dark green pupils were dark and gloomy, and the godly and handsome appearance was vividly displayed on his body, because the elements of chaos and darkness on his body were full of evil.

God of lies, deceit, fire and mischief.

Born to be king.

He will become the master of Asgard and even the entire Olympus Mountains.

Now, he needs a strong power of faith.

He turned around slightly, and saw the humans in the atrium cowering and trembling aside.

Noticing the sight of the gods falling on him, Jill almost fainted, but he witnessed this handsome man in front of him turn his companion into a ball of ashes casually.

Unlike mutants, this sense of oppression from the soul is simply irresistible, invulnerable.Jill wanted to escape almost subconsciously, but he couldn't move at all, or in other words, it would be worse to die if he escaped.

"I... my great master, you... your humble servant, dare to ask you... what do you need?" Jill's mouth was trembling, as if his tongue couldn't be controlled by himself.

"The thing I want you to find, have you found it?" The evil spirit turned the wine glass on his fingertips, his tone casual.

A few days ago, Loki captured a group of humans and sent them to find the fallen Thor's Hammer after eliminating a few monsters.

Thor's hammer can smash the ground into a big hole, which is very conspicuous news, but it is not easy to get news.It took Jill some time to get the specific location from the news blocked by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Secret surveillance." Loki didn't seem particularly concerned.

No one can pick up that hammer except Thor.Thor without Thor's Hammer is just a god with nothing to use.

With that hammer you can find Thor's trail.

Suddenly, Loki seemed to remember something again.He looked at his wrist, a ball of magic power belonging to the ice and snow giant was burning on it, but it also had a scorching flame temperature.

"Humanity."

"Find me a prison."

Cthulhu, need more, Chaos.

The power of darkness.

The author has something to say: Rocky: Start making trouble.