why the god of the world

"Did you love her to death" they asked

I said, "Please speak of her on my grave, and watch how I rise from the dead."

——Mahmoud Darvish

In a technologically advanced world, people and vehicles are traveling in the air.

There are robots all over the streets, watching the individual beings living alone in their own world with cold eyes.

Ayn Rand opened his green eyes, with transparent glasses inlaid in his eyes, which unfolded the layers of the city. "The patrol is over, and there is nothing abnormal in the B-level city." He reported on his work today.

"Thank you, Major." On the other end of the communicator, a cold machine voice replied to him. "Your work today is over, please go home."

Ayn Rand replied "Yes", then got in the vehicle that came to pick him up, and left.

His every move is displayed on a large screen, and the camera adjusts its angle and focus to magnify his expression.

"We have reinjected Major Ayn Rand with a certain dose of the blue pill." Lopel was reporting, "As long as he takes the medicine on time, he will completely forget what happened in the 1988 world just like a year ago. matter."

"Oh." Zhai Aibo stared at Ayn Rand on the screen. He was sitting upright in the car, his green pupils didn't even blink, just like a real robot. "Don't you need to send him to serve his sentence? This is the second time he has made a mistake, right?"

"Hmm." A third voice sounded.

Zhai Aibo and Loper both looked towards the speaker.

It was a child, sitting on the tallest chair at the top of the parliament, looking at the screen with his chin up. "I'm still waiting. If Kaya comes back from the dead again, Ayn Rand's existence will allow us to control him better."

"Jupiter."

"The god who can survive to the end must be me." Jupiter said lightly, "In this gamble, which creation god can survive to the end is almost the winner. There are not many left in the first-level world. Afterwards, everyone will attack the second-level world, and finally the third-level world will attack each other. It doesn’t matter if the world is destroyed, as long as I, the God of Creation, is alive, I can restore the world and the people inside it anytime, anywhere. Therefore, I must know , How did the World God in 1551 manage to break away from the conquered world."

Loper pulled out the projection of the 1988 world ball, "But in the past seven days, there is still no movement on the 1988 world ball. According to previous reports, the creator god of the 1551 world has only one singularity."

Jupiter asked her to report.

"No matter which world will accept the god of world 1551, he will be regarded as a resident of his own world."

Jupiter stamped his foot. "It's really strange."

"What's wrong?" Zhai Aibo asked.

"In this case... only..." He didn't dare to say it.

In this case, in the entire universe, only one person can cause this phenomenon.

their father.

world god.

Harlem Haller came out of the classroom, and the students in the corridor saw him and saluted one after another.

"That's the god of our world, Master Harlem Haller!" Someone was introducing him to the freshmen.

After the freshman knew his identity, he immediately looked at him furtively.

Harlem Haller was used to situations like this.

Although they are gods, their relationship with their creations is also different because of their different styles of dealing with things.

In the world similar to Cthulhu, their gods are absolutely feared by the people and cannot be inquired about.There are those who, like the gods in the lawful world, sit on high places where no one is seen all day long, making plans.There are also gods like him who simply stay with the people.

The gods of the third-level world are connected with each other, and they will gather in the time world for a meeting at a certain time.

They can all guess that this fight between worlds, until the final battle, must belong to the third-level world.So they met, made the rules, and wiped out the worlds other than them first.

This is why raiders set the rules: priority is given to raiding the first-level world, looking for opportunities to attack the second-level world, and observing the third-level world.

The rules that should be set are almost set, and the subsequent meetings are just routine.

"Harlin Haller," someone called him.

Again.

Halle? Halle thumped his back wearily.

Whenever there was really nothing to say in the meeting, they would shift their focus to him.But there is no way, who told him that he is the creator god who opened the world gambling contract.

"Has the World God been looking for you recently?" Someone asked him.

Harlem Haller looked lazy. People who saw him for the first time couldn't believe that such a guy ran to the place where the world god lived, and then made a world bet in a grand manner.

"He hasn't been here for a long time." Harlem? Haller usually can't lie.

"Hey, the World God is finally tired of you." Youshen laughed.

"Maybe." Harlem Haller still remembered what World God said when he came to him for the last time, "So I want to ask you, have you met him recently?"

Everyone booed him. "We never know what the World God looks like."

Harlem Haller shook his head. "He has silver hair on his shoulders. As long as you have a chance to see him, you will definitely understand."

"How do you understand?" The joker kept laughing, "Will you understand that he is our father once you see it?"

Harlem Haller snapped his fingers and agreed, "That's a good idea, yes, you'll know it as soon as you see him."

Everyone thought he was joking.

Jupiter sat in one of the positions, watching the dim space, the dance of creatures of various shapes, he had no intention of joining them.

Anyway, I must be the last survivor.

Someone spotted Jupiter, and he called him by name. "What's the matter, Jupiter? You don't seem very enthusiastic about the meeting."

"I hate inefficient meetings." Jupiter deliberately hid his emotions, "If there is really nothing to do, then let's disband."

"Okay." Many people agreed.

"Wait, wait." A creature with a shadow like a prawn stood up. "Let's count it, routinely, to see if the number of third-level worlds has increased or decreased."

The crowd began to count.

Jupiter stayed in his seat depressed.

He hated this meeting to death.

After attending the meeting, Harlem Haller did not leave the time world immediately.

He was walking on a patch of gravel in a loose magic robe.

The stars in the night sky twinkled, and he looked up to count them.

Counting, probably because of vertigo, he suddenly felt that a star suddenly appeared in the sky out of thin air.

Harlem Haller shook his head, and waited for his sight to be a little clearer before looking at the sky again.

"Are you just waiting to admit defeat like this? World God."

Ayn Rand returned home.

As soon as his figure appeared, all the cameras in the room were focused on him.Although Ayn Rand knew his situation, he couldn't resist.He took off his coat and walked back to the room. "0752." He called out the code of a certain robot, "Pour me a glass of water, fill it up."

The lowest robot can only execute commands without any thinking program of its own.It literally poured a nearly full glass of water and slid to Ayn ​​Rand's room.It appeared quietly, and Ayn Rand didn't hear the sound, and then bumped into it as soon as he turned around, and the water splashed on Ayn Rand's bed.

Ayn Rand, who was about to rest, sighed. "Clean up here."

0752's eyes flashed red, indicating that he had received the order.

Since the bed in the master bedroom was wet, Ayn Rand had no choice but to go to the guest room on the second floor to rest.

Bedding is also placed in the guest rooms on the second floor.

0752 followed and prepared to make the bed.

It was so incompetent that it tried too hard to shake the pillow, so it threw the pillow away and tilted the camera.

For an instant.

Ayn Rand opened the wardrobe door the moment the camera was blocked.Inside there is a box that holds all the things that Kami owns.Ayn Rand checked carefully and hid everything except the clothes.

0752 went to grab the pillow and completely cut off the cable of the camera.

Ayn Rand looked at the robot, then ignored it, and put down everything in his arms.

He always has a feeling.

Kaya will not die like this.

Kaya left behind a set of clothes, a violin and an envelope.

Ayn Rand opened the envelope immediately, although he felt that there was no letter inside.He poured out the contents, and there were two thin sheets of paper inside.

He turned over one of them, and it turned out to be a ticket to the secondary world, the dream world.

Only one ticket?

No, after conquering the world, you can get two tickets, how about one more?

Ayn Rand turned over another piece of paper.

"Find Me."

Ayn Rand's hand trembled, and then he looked forward.

0752 pointed desperately at the ticket with its robotic claw.

"When did this ticket and letter appear?" he asked.

0752 compares five fingers.

Ayn Rand's voice was trembling, "It was... who put it in?"

0752 Bending down, imitating something.

"Cat?" By the way, "Where's Kami's cat?"

0752 moved on, pointing to a round light bulb placed in front of the bed, then pointing outside.

"What did it run away with? Then put this letter in?" Ayn Rand guessed.

The robot nodded slowly.

Ayn Rand stared at the ticket in his hand silently.

The green-eyed cat has black fur, and its movements are elegant, its paws are on the floor when it moves, it is proud and beautiful.

Next to it is an owner in a three-piece suit and expensive leather shoes.He held a snow globe in his arms, and it was snowing inside.

"Today is really a good day, Xiao Hei." When he spoke, his voice was soft, like white clouds drifting across the blue sky.

"Meow." The black cat answered him, and then continued to chase him with its short legs.

He also noticed the embarrassment of the black cat, and immediately bent down with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.

The black cat jumped into his arms immediately.

He hugged the black cat and walked on the busy street. "You have to be treated well." He stretched out his slender hand and gently stroked the black cat. "You brought this thing, and you did a great job."

"Meow." The kitten responded to him.

"Haha, cute little thing."

He walked forward until he came to a certain building. The building was colorful and colorful, as if it was a false world.He didn't have any complaints about the building, he looked forward, and someone was waiting for him at the door. "Juliana," he called the woman by name, beckoning her cheerfully.

A woman with beautiful black hair was looking at him and smiling. "You're here."

The black cat lazily changed its lying position in the man's arms. It opened its eyes, and the green pupils were exactly the same as the emeralds in the man's hand. "Meow~"

The smile on the man's face was extremely strange.