My breeder is the strongest

"Beast Ear Girl Pink Heartbeat Heartbeat Museum" is located in the alley at the corner of the street. The entrance with exaggerated decorations leads to the underground, with colorful neon lights, but the inside is dark and unclear.

At the exit of the narrow path, the laughter of the crowd passed by, unable to break the silence in the darkness.

The burly man in a tight suit stood up straight with his hands folded in front of him.

The pink light illuminated the lower half of his face, creating a weird and terrifying atmosphere.

Xia Youjie's question was not answered, he raised his head, intending to repeat it.

"that……"

What happened next was completely beyond his expectations.

Before the burly man in the customs shop could move, Gojo Satoru in front turned around first, and Xia Youjie's pupils shrank suddenly——

Cold fingers clasped his neck, and under a sudden pull, his body leaned forward uncontrollably, and the wind brushed against his ears.

The hand knife slashed at the back of his neck neatly.

The body of the black-haired boy fell limply and was caught by Gojo Satoru.

But he only picked it up for two seconds, then quickly threw it on the ground, shaking his clothes in disgust.

Gojo Satoru still looked like he was fooling around, tilting his head and turning his neck twice, as if everything that happened just now was something as normal as eating and sleeping.

"Let's go," he ordered. "Now, take me to your boss."

How can a human become a god?

It was a long corridor, the wall spotlights reflected the reflection of the glass, and there were pictures one after another on the wall, connected with twine, from Gojo Satoru when he was a baby to one, two, three years old. ...and to what it looks like now.

The twine is like intertwined time, fine and trivial, and finally twisted into the torrent of time.

Wujo Wujo's teeth ached for a while.

... This person, pervert?

At the end of the corridor, sat a man in a suit. He was sitting at a round table with a pen in his pocket, flipping through a book of green leather poetry in a gentle manner.

[These are also all hidden, and fate is tied to the gods]

【Because the law of life binds all beings】

Seeing Gojo Satoru coming, he smiled and closed the book.

"It's so cruel. Friends who have been together day and night for a month can also be ignored."

"I'll be caught by you anyway, right?" Wujo Gou picked out his ear, "It's hard to find such a good seedling, and it's hard to convince his parents to let us meet. It's impossible to just use this one time, right?"

"Smart." He nodded in satisfaction, "Since when did you find out it was mine?"

"In the beginning." Gojo Satoru sat down opposite him unceremoniously, crossing his legs, "After Gibbon and I talked about the pet shop, the patrol of the guards relaxed. It's a bit of a coincidence."

"Gibbon spread strange rumors among the servants. He obviously stayed at Wutiao's house and didn't go out. It's also strange where Xia Youjie got the news about the activities in the commercial street."

"Especially tonight - after three hours out, the family members haven't caught up, so it's basically confirmed."

"At first I thought the chess piece was the cat, but I didn't expect you to be very careful."

"My housekeeper—" he draws his voice, "Mr. Gojo Natsuki."

Natsuki Gojo didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the man in a suit. He put his right hand on his left chest and leaned forward respectfully.

"My pleasure, sir."

When he was ten years old, Gojo Natsuki's parents were devoured by a curse spirit in front of him.

Both of them are excellent conjurers in the family, but they cannot avoid the fate of dissipation and cannot resist the crushing of history.

That scene might be terrifying, and it might be as common as all the people who died from curse spirits, but he no longer remembers the specific circumstances.

But he clearly remembered the night when the memorial ceremony was held in the old house.

The room was empty and there was nothing, he huddled in the corner alone, the lights were bright, and the adults attending the memorial service shouted to drink and reminisce outside. It was clearly an occasion to commemorate the deceased, but it seemed to have nothing to do with the deceased himself.

At that time, he felt an inexplicable nothingness.

died.Just gone.

nothing left.

But what humans fear is not death, but oblivion.

Forgotten by history, forgotten by the world.

Well, the problem is coming.

How can one carve the traces of a god in this world with a mortal body?

"You're welcome." Gojo Satoru got to the point impatiently, "You tied the cat, right? Come on, what do you want?"

Gojo Natsuki brewed a cup of black tea unhurriedly, and pushed it next to Gojo Wujo, "Will Wujo give me whatever I want?"

"No." Gojo Satoru didn't think about it, "If you want my life, or the magic spell and Six Eyes, I will blow your dog's head first."

"That's it." Gojo Natsuki raised his chin with a smile, "Fortunately, I don't want too much.

"I want--"

"Enlightenment, make a choice."

In those years when he was an assistant supervisor at the high school, Gojo Natsuki has been thinking about this problem, but there has been no result.

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru was born that he finally found the answer.

That is--

【parents】

From scratch, from food and clothing to housing, from every grain of sand you step on, to everyone you meet, from every cognition in your mind to everything you do.

It's God.

It is God who controls everything.

Paint a blank sheet of paper from scratch, the manipulator behind the puppet, the writer of life.

If one could become the parents of a "god", wouldn't even mortals be able to leave their own traces?

And as the parents of "God" - they must guide him, form correct values, and choose a growth path for him.

A path of growth that conforms to the image of "God".

Along with the black tea, there was also a printed document.

It was a written "bondage".

"The life of a friend and the key to the forbidden library."

Gojo Natsuki clasped his hands together, fingers intertwined, showing an almost crazy smile.

"Which one would you choose, Wu?"

"To be a god—or a man?"

There is no unnecessary decoration in the semicircular air-raid shelter, several circular passages are like octopus tentacles, and the air is poured in from the staggered air vents, making weird noises.

Gojo Satoru looked at the white paper on the table, and fell silent in a rare way.

Three seconds later, he showed an indescribable expression.

"...Are you sick?"

Gojo Satoru pushed away the black tea and white paper, and said firmly with sympathy.

"Besides, she's seriously ill."

"Do you want to ask the private doctor at home to have a look? I will pay for it."

Wujo Natsuki: "..."