The world is not right [rebirth]

"But I still don't quite get it, my friend."

Nuwa said.

At the vertical and horizontal ends of the universe, at the beginning and end of the multiverse, where countless parallel worlds meet and separate, the headquarters of the Multiverse Time and Space Administration is located here.

This headquarters seems to be a city of machinery composed of large and small gears and links, as well as various clocks and watches.

Completely separated from the carrier of the bracelet, the intelligent AI recovered together with the "Candle Dragon Time Controller Core-Imitation" returned here, turning into a transparent ghost-like girl in a white dress, floating on a stationary hour hand, although There was no wind, but her shimmering skirt was still swaying like a flower blooming in the wind.

"Whether I leave a gift or don't give a gift, the final result is that the Ursa Major people are completely defeated, eliminated, and disqualified by the humans on Earth, but how did Mr. Zhao Ying and Mr. Tang perform under such strong alpha rays? What about superpowers?"

"Suppressing is not the same as disabling, Nuwa." Said the man who was sitting on the minute hand and circling, holding a magnifying glass to observe the core of the time controller in his hand. "No matter which universe it is, the earth civilization has the potential to become an S-class civilization. That is a civilization that has a permanent seat in the council of our authority. The superpower that is one of the symbols of this civilization cannot be used by someone with a small piece of paper. The Fasha Luo star was banned because of the strange geology and the crystal formed in the center of the earth. In fact, the people of Ursa Major think that they can defeat the people on Earth by finding and using this crystal, but they don’t know that it is this kind of thinking that makes them lose completely."

Nuwa: "I don't understand."

The man holds up a finger.

"Listen well, Nuwa, for the superpowers of the earthlings, alpha rays represent nothing but adversity."

"not understand."

"Although adversity will defeat people, it is in adversity that people will burst out with the strongest strength."

"You're talking about the principle of promoting the use of superpowers when alpha rays are weak." Nuwa said.

"Yes, between superpowers and alpha rays, there is only a relationship between suppressing and being suppressed. When alpha rays are strong, superpowers either become weaker or become...more powerful. As for the key to determining it, it is the will. "

"Willpower?"

"Just like a [-]-kilogram stone wall is enough to crush an ordinary human being, but a human mother will support a [-]-kilogram stone wall with her bare hands in order to save her child. This is such a powerful force."

"That's a full burst of physical strength." Nuwa said, "I can't accept your explanation, but..."

"However, Nuwa, your rest time is over. The earth civilization in the xaa02234 universe is in the doomsday of 'Heavenly Breaking' because of space-time pirates. The earth civilization in this time period is F-level, and it is confirmed that it can intervene In the stage of civilization, the bureau has prepared a host body for you, please go and deal with it as soon as possible."

The man flicked his fingers lightly, and Nuwa's body appeared on a screen that suddenly unfolded in midair.

Nu Wa, who received the mission message from the terminal, opened her eyes, and she already knew the image she would use for the next mission without looking with her eyes.

It was a woman with half a green snake tail.

***

Maybe it's just a certain universe in the small world of Chuanwen.

Earth, China, Peiping.

In a secret room that couldn't even turn on the lights, Yunqi, who was covered in bandages like a living mummy, finally confirmed the contents of the report, put it into a file bag, and sealed it.

On the surface of the file bag, the word "Nuwa" fluttered out of an oil-based pen, and there were two question marks that no one could recognize except Yunqi.The entire file was sent into a small window by the wall by Yunqi, and the person opposite the window took it and closed the window.

After that, this file has nothing to do with Yunqi.It will turn yellow and become thinner over the years. The above are from Zhao Ying's narration, and the contents of Yunqi's notes may never be seen again.

Humming, Yunqi, who was lightened all over, left the secret room and walked on the streets of Beiping after the war.

There are no ordinary pedestrians on the street, and there are large military trucks painted with camouflage paint and soldiers escorting supplies.Yunqi, who was wearing a suit, looked out of place on the street. From the secret file storage office to the Super League building, even Mr. Yunqi, who was born with a good face, was checked four or five times for his ID card.

The last time when he handed over his ID card and Super Committee staff card to the guard guarding the gate of the Super League, he raised his head, glanced at the dilapidated building of the Super Committee again, and sighed deeply.

As a result, he was delayed for a second or two, and was immediately surrounded by reporters hovering in front of the Super League building with long guns and short cannons.

"Sir, are you a staff member of the Super League Committee?"

"Sir, regarding the alien invasion notice issued by the government three days ago, what does the Chinese Super League Committee have..."

"Sir, in the past three days, 80.00% of the people in the world have shown signs of superpower awakening. The average awakening rate in our country is 90.00%, and the average awakening rate in Beiping is 90.00%. Six people with such superpowers appear, the Super League Committee What measures will be taken?"

"I heard how old are the people who made great contributions this time?"

"Still gay?"

Yunqi suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a group of chirping sparrows, and they were also a group of sparrows with sharp teeth and claws and very fighting power.He covered his face with a suit jacket and kept saying sorry that he didn't know anything. Even so, it took him more than ten minutes to break away from the reporters' siege.

When he walked up the steps, he looked back with lingering fear, and seeing the continuous camera flashes behind him, he suddenly wanted to die.

Therefore, after sitting down at today's morning meeting, he listened to the hypnotic routines of the people above, and at the same time focused on two things. He grabbed a staff member of the propaganda department and asked them about their work progress.

After half an hour, the staff put down the tablet computer in their hands.

He whispered: "...The above is the current promotion progress."

His voice was drowned in the clapping applause, and the two hurriedly applauded along with the attendees. While clapping their hands, the staff of the Propaganda Department asked Yunqi with the corners of their mouths, "What did you say just now?"

"As for the martyrs who died in this incident, as well as those who were physically exhausted and died of diseases that cannot be cured, arrangements will be made for a collective state funeral in four days." While listening to the staff's report verbatim, they also did not miss the speeches of the officials on the high platform. Yunqi said.

Facing such a heavy topic, both of them were silent for a while.

"Speaking of which, how are our heroes doing?"

"Ah, little student Zhao Ying woke up..."

"Woke up? That's good news! It's worth posting," the publicity officer said happily. "Is he moving? Can we arrange an interview? It should divert some people's attention."

"I'm afraid not." Yunqi said.

"Huh? What? It hurts badly."

"When you wake up, it means that the dangerous period has passed, but..." Yunqi spread his hands twitchingly, "I'm rushing to finish the manuscript."

***

In the intensive care double ward of the military hospital.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, the tail of midsummer made the sky clear and bright, and there was only a wisp of flocculent white clouds inlaid in the corner on the blue curtain.For Peiping, this is a good sunny day, suitable for all kinds of rescue.But in this ward, the blackout curtains are drawn tightly, and the sunlight can only see through a little bit from the edge of the curtains, together with the light from the computer screen, as the only light source in the room, dormant under the artificial darkness in the room.

In the dark, there are regular beeps from instruments for detecting vital signs, the sound of long breathing from a sleepy person, and the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard angrily.

Zhao Ying sat on the bed, and the notebook was placed on the simple small table on the bed.His bloodshot eyes from anxiety reflected the light of the square computer screen, and every three or four lines he wrote, he glanced at the other bed.

Originally, there were quite a lot of pure and lovely little nurses watching him as a "hero", but in the end they all retreated silently.

Zhao Ying has now published two articles.

One is at the end, it is an article he wrote before his rebirth, and he still has an ending to finish. After his rebirth, because he forgot about it, he left a group of readers who were starving for food in the pit for several months, and only recently started to fill in it again.

The other is in Jinjiang, the pure love short story called "The Corridor of Time".

The ending of the article at the end has been put in the manuscript box, so Zhao Ying doesn't have to worry now.What he is rushing now is the ending of "The Corridor of Time".

Under the current circumstances, the country would never dare to take out Alpha Crystal just to let him write novels.But the use three days ago seemed to have unlocked some key, at least he could control the use and non-use of superpowers.

Zhao Ying didn't listen to what the person in charge of testing his body excitedly said about the use of superpowers entering a new era.

He just thought that he could finally write novels properly.

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he put the laptop on the bed and started typing.

As a result, I still couldn't write a novel well.

This bastard Tang Su is too an eyesore.

If Tang Su was awake, he would definitely have to use a thousand-word long speech to complain about his grievances, and the main idea of ​​this thousand-word speech was that he was lying quietly on the side, so he was not an eyesore.But for Zhao Ying, it was an eyesore.

In an hour, I only wrote [-] words.

Zhao Ying's mood at this moment is completely opposite to the mood of the characters in the text who finally won the consummation.If his mind is clearer, he will probably give up the code words directly, but unfortunately, people who are recovering from a serious illness generally do not have a clear mind.Sweet words flowed out from under his fingers, but his mood became more and more irritable.

Fortunately, Zhao Ying is very professional.

After three hours, he was finally able to complete the ending of the story without distraction, and the speed increased from [-] to [-] per hour.He just fell into this state not long ago, when he suddenly heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering.

Zhao Ying suddenly turned her head and stared at the other side.

So he met Tang Su's opened eyes.

It is a pair of eyes with a slightly lighter color, clear and translucent, like dewdrops crumbling on the grass blades.It was inlaid in a pair of eye sockets, and the eye sockets were slightly bent towards Zhao Ying, full of smiles.

"Yingbao," Tang Su said hoarsely, "I want to drink water."

Zhao Ying thought what Shamate was going to say: "..."

Zhao Ying, who wasted a lot of mood, poured water rudely, but he handed it to Tang Su's mouth very gently.When Tang Su put down the water glass, he walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The sun suddenly poured in, coating Zhao Ying with dazzling gold rims. Tang Su stared blankly at Zhao Ying under the sun, without saying a word, and was returned with puzzled eyes by the other party.

This look instantly broke Tang Su's tear glands.

"I had a long dream, Yingbao," Tang Su said with a choked voice, "I dreamed that I sang everywhere, that I became a big star, that I held many concerts, and the venues were sold out, but...you No one came to listen to my singing."

"...you all know it was a dream." Zhao Ying said.

"Sorry……"

"It's ok."

"……Oh."

"Tang Su."

"Ok?"

Zhao Ying opened the glass window, and behind the heavy blackout curtains were snow-white gauze curtains. Under the summer wind, the white gauze danced like a pure white holy light.

In the holy light, Zhao Ying turned around.

His tone carried the resignation of surrender, as well as rejoicing.

"I can finally give Wen an END."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Ying shook her head, and finally smiled on her face that had been stern, "Tang Su, sing me a song."

Tang Su's eyes widened suddenly.

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, and when he widened his eyes became shiny, and even his whole body looked a little radiant.

Tang Su promised softly and with a firm voice.

"Okay."