The devil is too popular

How easy it is to kill a person.You can use a knife, poison, or a gun, with increasing or decreasing difficulty depending on the maturity of your skills.

But for Jie Ai, she just put her hand in, and simply shook it up and down, and found the small heart floating in the blood.

She held her heart with her hand and gently exerted force.

"Crash" sounded.

The ceramic cup shattered all over the floor, and all the red juice inside splashed out, and also splashed onto the wood at the foot of the table next to it.

Naomi wanted to tidy up, but stopped her with one hand, frowning, and squatted down, picking up pieces one by one.

When picking up a shard, his strength was a little too strong, and his finger was cut by the edge of the ceramic shard.

"It's okay?" Naomi looked at Ranbu worriedly, the detective just nodded silently, and then shook his head after nodding, indicating that it's okay.

His mood has been very low since yesterday, he stared at the ceramic shard in his hand, the blood on the shard slid down along the arc, and after sliding, there was a touch of green reflected on it, that was his green eyes.

He stared at himself on the shard.

"...It hurts."

"Then I'll get the medical kit!" Naomi was anxious to get off the sofa, but she heard the next sentence before stepping on the floor.

"Did she hurt many times more than me?"

"..."

She stepped on the ground and turned her head to look at him.The detective quietly closed his palms, fragments were imprinted on his palms, blood flowed from the gap between his fists, and slid all the way down his arms.

He cried.

For Jie Ai, those infinitely proliferating selves are not a problem.

No, they were never a problem.

Since she has become a god and needs the belief of believers, she will naturally acquiesce that they have all kinds of fantasies about herself-ah, cosmic-level beautiful girls will always appear in various forms in fanfiction, In Western Fantasy paro, she can be a princess, or the queen of the empire in the interstellar setting, anything can be.

"But in the end, they will understand that only I—Master Edogawa Yuai's way of existence is the only correct one!"

Believers will admit this, and the delusions will pop like overblown bubbles.

She didn't think there was anything cruel about it, there was nothing cruel about it, they didn't even have emotions.Every day your body produces so many cells, and after a few seconds, minutes and hours, those cells will die one by one. Do you think this process is cruel?

Those phantoms are just additional generated products, and Jie Ai never cared about them.

"But someone wants to keep them alive, someone wants to teach them the value of life-it's inexplicable!"

"Does that person know what he's doing? Why does he have to be friends with a pig in a slaughterhouse?"

In addition to this, there is an even more terrible issue, which can be regarded as a question of interests.Jason was very worried, but Jie Ai didn't care much.

She just felt sorry for that boss, "She was taught a lot of things inexplicably, but in the final analysis, she is still going to die?"

As for the so-called conflict of interest.

"That's a matter of memory."

□□I will give her the memories when I come back. It was like this in Lelouchi's world before, but at that time, as a princess, Jie Ai was not willing to share the memories with her. Those memories belonged to her alone. Treasures, but other drugs do not have this kind of persistence.

However, Jieai has a total of one billion believers, and at least a thousand disciples will be formed in a day.

"To be precise, it's one of three thousand and 760. Take the average." Jie Ai said reservedly.

"If each of them met someone and each of them told me their story, then I might lose my memory."

And memory is the key to shaping a person.

"Let's make an assumption. Although this assumption is completely impossible, suppose each of the three thousand 760 lives a miserable life of homelessness for a full ten years."

"Wait that long?"

Jie Ai glanced at Jason.

"Time is flexible, for me."

"That's right, isn't there a saying that one day goes up and one year goes down?"

"Different worlds have different times, and I can freely travel through different worlds, and even this underworld is the world I built into my body, so the time is more casual for me, and can be accelerated or decreased according to my mood."

"Hey, why did you suddenly show such an expression?"

"No, no, it's nothing. I just think the group of old men in the clock tower will look pretty when they see you."

Jie Ai raised her head.Her neck was thin and white, like a swan's.

"They won't see me - they'll be dead when they see me."

Jason clapped his hands.

"In short, after ten years of wandering around me, when these 760 people send their memories, these tens of thousands of years of memories will turn me into a person who is not as cheerful as I am now. people."

If laughing anytime and anywhere causing a world crisis is called being cheerful, the degree of cheerfulness in making love is indeed the world's number one.

"At that time I might be a little more introverted. Do something to get revenge on the world that doesn't love me. That would be bad, right?"

"It's not just bad..."

Just thinking about it gave Jason a headache.

But Jie Ai still doesn't care too much. Although she has all kinds of constraints as a god, she has more benefits. First of all, one billion believers will confirm her existence, as long as the **** memories can't overwhelm the emotions of these one billion people , it won't have any effect on her.

It's like looking at things through a layer of frosted glass. You know that there is something scary behind that glass, but you can't see clearly, so you don't feel scary.

"The thoughts of one billion people are like a piece of frosted glass."

"I think this will work better than any black cloth you can use to blindfold your eyes!"

"After all, after all." Jie Ai said, covered her mouth with her hands and smiled.

"How can anyone be able to match the emotions of a billion people?"

"...This is really hard to say."

Jason said cautiously, stirring the milk with a spoon.Because that's the end of love.

As for Jie Ai, even if he only gave him the impression in the past few days, she has always been a person beyond common sense.

"..."

"What is that?!"

On the frozen black, Jie Ai hugged her head with her red hands and screamed.

Everything looks small from the top of the building.

The black torrent is just a piece of black cloth that keeps rolling, and then there are two small dots at the junction of the black cloth and the light-colored earth. I can't see the face of the small dots clearly, but I can only know that they are two people.

The bodies of the two approached for a moment, and then the shorter figure withdrew his hand. Even the blood stained on her arm could not be seen clearly, only the taller figure fell down.

Osamu Dazai looked at all this and turned around, "Your wish has been fulfilled—she is dead."

"..."

silence.There was silence.

It was impossible to tell from the leader's face whether he was happy or unhappy.If this man wanted to use his most powerful weapon to win the Holy Grail War, and use the Holy Grail as a universal wish-making machine to realize his wish, then it is obviously a failure now.

But his current expression is that he has accomplished one thing, he should be happy but a bit tired.

Atsushi Nakajima remained silent.

Osamu Dazai said those words to him, he must have known everything, Atsushi Nakajima wanted to say that was not the case, but he was just a little confused that his wife had finally rested in peace.

He opened his mouth, exhaled some air blankly, and closed it again.

Osamu Dazai drew the curtains, the pulleys rolled on the iron rods, and there was a 'swipe' sound, the heavy fabric covered the scenery outside the window, only some vague light came through the gaps in the fibers, and the inside of the room tended to be dark .

He straightened his collar, as if going to a banquet, while walking towards the door.

Osamu Dazai didn't even turn his head when he walked past Chuya Nakahara, as if they no longer existed in this room, but Chuya Nakahara stopped him.

"..."

Osamu Dazai stopped and looked over with impatient eyes, and Nakahara asked him, "Is this what you want? Let her rest in peace?"

"how is this possible."

Osamu Dazai looked at him like he was looking at an idiot.

"If I get the Holy Grail, I will make an exact opposite wish."

"..."

"...but it's not bad."

Osamu Dazai said thoughtfully, "This is not bad."

After finishing speaking, he broke away from Nakahara Chuya's hand and walked out with his back straight.

No matter how obedient it is, it is still at the goddess level, and it still has the combat power of a goddess level with one billion believers. In just less than an hour, 70% of the entire earth has been affected.

The ground can no longer be called the ground, and the street is no longer a street, just like the beach after the tsunami recedes, the ground is just a mess, the ground under Dazai Osamu's feet is black, and it is much higher than before.

It is conservatively estimated that the ground below the second floor is all clogged with black silt.With the death of its owner, the shadow did not fade away, but lost its activity, becoming a part of this world, turning into solid stone and staying on the surface.

The government should not have to worry about rising sea levels submerging the land for a short time.Osamu Dazai thought sarcastically.

He was walking on the road and saw a crying boy, a sad crying boy.

The boy held a small black mud block in his hand, his tears dripped on the mud block, the surface of the mud block melted slightly, and black tear stains flowed on it.

Osamu Dazai stopped in front of him.

"what are you doing?"

"Little bird." The boy said in tears, "My little bird is dead."

In that black torrent, the wrapped creature would become part of the torrent without any resistance, and if the wrapping time was not long enough, it would not be completely digested, and would just become a black clay sculpture.

But obviously, it is impossible for this sculpture to come back to life.

The boy only said such a sentence, and then he was immersed in his grief again.

He cried and kissed the place where the clod should have been wings, and his soft lips were stained with black marks. What's more, with his tears and the temperature of his palm, the clod in his hand began to soften and become limp. The mud that collapsed fell from between his fingers.

Osamu Dazai watched all this in silence, and suddenly said, "Me too."

"My little bird has become something like this."

Hearing this, the boy finally raised his head and looked at him with hazy, tearful eyes.That look was clearly an accusation, accusing him of lying—how could there be anyone like him in this world?He is already the most unfortunate person in the whole world after the bird died.

But he still needs a companion, someone who grieves needs to talk to to ease his pain.So the boy just said "Did I do something wrong? Why doesn't it fly up or kiss me now?"

With his hands in his pockets, Osamu Dazai looked up at the sky far away.

Nothing to do with the mess on the ground, the sky is the bright blue of the No. 1 paint.There is no cloud at all, like the sky after a tornado has swept through.

"Well. Maybe it was too painful on the ground, so it decided to fly away by itself."

He pointed upwards, "Fly to the very high sky."

After speaking, Osamu Dazai pressed his hand on the mud.

Seeing a flash of light, the boy squinted his eyes impatiently, and when he opened them again, the mud in his hands quickly lost its black appearance, and turned into a bird again, or rather the fragmented body of a bird.

The boy watched all this with bated breath, no surprise in his eyes.In his heart, he was so sad, even for this grief, it was only natural that a goddess suddenly appeared to revive his little bird.

He watched with bated breath, waiting for the chunks to come back together.As if going back in time, the piece of meat will re-form a bird's body in his hands.

His little bird would hold him gently in its claws, and he would feel its warm breath, which would tell him it was alive.

but.

There is no resurrection.The piece of meat was just pressed heavily on his hand. It was black mud at first, but now it was blood, flowing down his palm.

The boy blinked blankly.

His eyes were pale amber, red from the reflection of the bird's blood as he looked at the dead bird on the palm of his hand.

Osamu Dazai retracted his hand, his hand was stained with blood.

"Go and bury the boy," he said, "and send a flower every year if you like."

After speaking, he continued to move forward.

One thing Dazai won't tell anyone.

He didn't start gathering information about the Holy Grail War until after the woman started to be haunted by her own existence.

He didn't need the Grail at all until then - the knot was enough to satisfy all his wishes.

After getting the Holy Grail, she can use the Holy Grail to confirm her own existence, or directly turn her into a human being, anything is fine.

Originally, there was no need for a ring, but one night Dazai opened the door of his wife's room in a daze, sat on the bed, buried his face in her body from behind, and sat motionless for a while like a dead person, breathing. Hitting her skirt hot.

His black hair was disheveled when he raised his face, and his eyes looked soft and animal-like in the light.

He asked, "Will you be with me?"

Madam squeezed his hand without saying a word.

So he got the answer.

He nodded, "Then we must have a ring."

The world is not a good place, and as always, it is a little scary.But if she was there, it might be bearable.

And then there's the ring.

But that day she came in, approached, knelt down and pressed her face into his lap.

Only Osamu Dazai in this world can provide faith for Yuai, and only his words can clearly reach her ears through the murmur of 10 billion people.He was like a piece of driftwood in the sea to her, and she had to hold on tight.

His hand was stroking her hair again and again, and the other hand was placed on the handle of the drawer, ready to tell her the secret inside.

Maybe he would throw in the towel on her, maybe not.He could also kneel down and beg her if necessary.Rubbing her face against her shoes, getting kicked and beaten, whatever, as long as she condescends to say 'yes' in the end.

There was already a smile on his face, which seemed to be absent, like the ripples of a breeze blowing across the water.At this time, the woman on the knee spoke softly.

She was not so much talking as she was making the faint musical sound of a gust of wind blowing over the strings of a violin, almost melting into the air.

But Dazai still heard it.

"I... can't bear it." Her tears wet his knees, "Let me die."

"..."

Osamu Dazai opened the drawer halfway, then pushed it back with a light sound.

He raised the woman's face, her eyes were crying, her eyes were as blank as ever, like an idiot, but her hands were tightly clutching him, unwilling to let him pull out a little bit.

He adjusted the position of his hand little by little, interlocking his fingers with hers.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai said relaxedly, "Then let's discuss it now."

He stared at the closed drawer with the corner of his mouth twitching, but his eyes were not smiling.

"A method of suicide."

The earth is shaking.

The ground that had just calmed down was trembling, and Jie Ai stood on the endless black torrent, loudly venting the emotions that could only come out of her mouth because too much was rushing in her heart, her little heart couldn't bear it.

"Wait a minute wait a minute—what? What the hell is this?"

"It's obviously just one person's longing, why can it be like this...a billion people can't stop it..."

"It's too big, it's too big... I've never seen anything like it! Don't give me that thing, don't give me that emotion, you idiot... I don't want to know!"

Let alone experienced it before, she has never seen it or heard it, she has never even dreamed of emotions surging in her heart, her heart was grabbed like a rag, and the soreness was wrung out from it. of blood.

Her cheeks were wet, and tears rolled down her eyes, but even if she was stabbed with a needle or a sword, Jie Ai would not cry—she is a very strong child.

She inevitably thought of someone.She wanted to crush him, but at the same time she wanted to hold him in her palm and pamper her.The two emotions were never clearly distinguished.

"It's a lie—it's a lie, I haven't seen anything like this before?"

"...!"

She turned her head suddenly, her eyes were extremely sharp for a moment, and she felt that someone had broken into the area that she absolutely did not allow anyone to break into at the moment - if anyone saw the current appearance of the knot, she would definitely kill him mercilessly.

She met a pair of dull black eyes.

Osamu Dazai walked three blocks to meet his mortality.

The moment he met his gaze, his brain understood everything faster than his emotions. The petite demon king screamed, and in the next second his figure turned into countless light spots and scattered in the air—and fled without looking back.

This is the first time she has escaped in front of someone weaker than herself.

Jason finally found her among the ruins.

It was the basement where he summoned her for the first time, and it had been turned into ruins with the black torrent. He didn't expect her to come here. Is this some kind of fledgling plot?

It is very disrespectful to think of a goddess who can suppress the whole world, but looking at the current knot love, no one can think of such a description-a shivering bird wet by the rain.

She is just so small and huddled in a corner, really a corner, and above her back is a pressed wooden shelf, she just huddled in a place the size of a cardboard box, holding her head with her hands shivering.

When she heard someone approaching, she didn't want to say threats or use magic to bombard her. She didn't even dare to ask who was coming, and she just curled up even smaller.

Jason walked over helplessly, squatted down, lifted the wooden frame on her back, and brushed off the cobwebs from her hair along the way.

She also knew why he came to her. She was definitely the only heroic spirit who escaped during the Holy Grail War in hundreds of years.

The girl didn't resist when he helped her tidy up, and Jie Ai only made a sound when Jason's hand pressed the hairpin that he helped her pin on during the day.

Her voice was as strong as ever, but because she still buried her face in her knees and refused to lift it up when she spoke, she seemed very aggressive.

"I won't fight!" She said loudly, it was really hard for her to say such shameful words so confidently.

If this sentence was heard to Jie Ai an hour ago, she would not hesitate to let the guy who had tarnished the glory of the warrior be killed.

"I don't want to fight that person, don't be kidding, I will lose, I will die the moment I meet that person!"

Jason sighed.

The girl's voice was loud, but she trembled slightly at the end, she must have cried.

Jason saw the soil at her feet wet with tears, but he said nothing, just pinned her hair behind her ear.

If it had been to another person, he would have held her face up and told her to 'give me the fight now', but that was certainly not the case with this big shot.

And what's more, for someone who just fell out of love—that can be considered a lovelorn, right?It's too cruel for a girl to do so.

He turned his face away and bowed his head respectfully.It's like facing a demon king who is absolutely irreversible on the ground.

"I'll trouble you next time."

Only then did she realize that there was a third person, and Jie Ai's figure suddenly froze, before she raised her head to see who the offender was who watched her embarrassing scene.The latter took the initiative to walk towards her.

It seems that Jason invited him to come here, but the visitor seems to have decided to adopt a policy of completely ignoring Jason, as if he was just a dispensable messenger. Since he was brought to the place, Jason's mission And that's it.

Jason has no objection to this, he is a man who doesn't care much about the process if he can achieve the result, and Jie Ai also appreciates this, so it doesn't matter.But the question is why Jason is sure that this person can save Jie Ai, who is currently in a state of absolute depression.

And there is only one person in this world who can have such a defiant attitude to know each other...

No way…

A sense of panic different from before swept through the whole body.Jie Ai raised her head tremblingly.

If it was that lord, I would definitely be killed—!

Before that beautiful figure was imprinted on the retina.A melodious sound like a Yueqin resounded through the ruins.

"What an ugly look—my sister. A little bit of shame."

"Brother, elder brother..."

The elder brother's appearance was too aggressive, which made Jieai very suspicious. As the elder brother spoke next time, his words would turn into a magic wind and blow her head away.

But after the real conversation started, Jieai felt relieved instead.

The elder brother really treats her tenderly like an elder brother.

It’s not that he didn’t fulfill his elder brother’s duty before, but that he believed in the idea of ​​“a filial son is born under a stick” and “a loving mother with many failures”, which was very awkward (this adjective is really a sin ), the so-called companion is like a tiger, elder brother is worthy of being the best Mingjun, if you talk to him, you will really worry that your head will fall to the ground in the next moment.

But now, he actually only said a few words to Jie Ai.

"Can you still fight?"

"I... don't dare."

The elder brother sighed softly.

He was originally the person who hated cowards the most, but now he just gently stroked Jie Ai's cheek.Her cheeks were somewhat stained by floating dirt, but after his fingertips, which were as pure as moonlight, brushed them, they returned to their fair state.

"My sister is also at this age..."

Jie Ai felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and the strange feelings from the previous separation and body seemed to be awakened again.

"If you don't mention your willingness, what about your ability? Can you fight again?"

"Well, she just took back her avatar and body, and she is also making a lot of noise in this world, which has a great influence and feels like her strength has increased."

Saying that, Jie Ai glanced at Jason behind him, who shrugged her shoulders, he knew that 70.00% of this world was finished at this time, and it would cause such a huge damage to this girl who was only summoned for less than two days Destruction, he was not surprised at all.

"But if you want to talk about magic power, in the process of merging with her, in order to resist her emotions, a lot of magic power was consumed."

And it's completely useless.The emotions of a billion people can't overwhelm the thoughts of one person, even such a great part of myself is too outrageous!

"Of course. If you want to fight now, you can still fight. Destroying the remaining 30.00% of the world is just... within 3 minutes!"

Jie Ai quickly added.

'cough cough cough'

Jason was startled by this example, and coughed violently.

"...3 minutes?"

The elder brother looked dissatisfied.

He sighed again, "Is it so weak already?"

"So…"

Junai opened her eyes wide.

He pinched her chin, and her beautiful face came closer.

The rest of the words were lost between soft lips.

one second.two seconds.From the place where the lips and teeth meet, there is an incomparably huge magical power.The magic power washed over Jie Ai's body, and a buzzing sound echoed in her mind, and she didn't notice it until she was let go.

When she came back to her senses, the corner of the elder brother's mouth was slightly wet, and she looked at her with a smile.

"Now go fight."

Like the Valkyrie who inspired heroes in the ancient West, he gave orders in an unquestionable tone.

"..."

Jie Ai's mouth was slightly opened, and her lips were still reflecting the bewitching water.

The excessive magic power in her body was rushing around in the blood vessels, washing her body, causing her a slight pain, as if she had to punch with all her strength to suppress the pain.

Her heart is also eager to fight.

"Compared with death, that emotion is not so scary. But it is warmer." Jie Ai murmured.

"If I die a few more times, maybe I'll forget about it?"

At this moment, a flash of sword light flashed, and the standing building less than three centimeters above Jason's head was cut in half.

The skylight shone in, and the wooden structure was mixed with dust, and was ejected by a transparent cover before it touched Jie Ai.

Above the sky, the blond young man laughed loudly, and once again waved the huge sword in his hand, and another sword energy swept across, leaving an irreparable scar on the earth.

"No one bothers you now." The Sword King of Southern Europe said cheerfully, "Let's fight the last match——Best friend!"

"I'll go now!"

Jie Ai has never felt that this guy Tony came at the right time like now, she kicked her foot, and she rushed out suddenly.

Godslayer's battlefield is usually determined according to his mood. Sometimes it is the sea, sometimes it is the ground, and sometimes he is so excited that he will run to the sky to fight.

But at this time, for the overly turbulent mood of knot love, she felt that no matter where she was, it was too low and too narrow.

Ascending, ascending, when you regain your senses, you have already reached the area where ordinary satellites are located, overlooking the blue earth in outer space.

Unexpectedly, she only tried to inhale air when she recalled, "ah, human beings should breathe". Of course, she didn't inhale anything, but even if there was no air supply, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong, killing After all, gods and humans are already two races.

Thinking of this, she raised her head and looked at the blond youth opposite.Brother Luanbu was not there, and when she thought about it, she just glanced at it casually.

"It's so strange." Knot said.

She held a staff in the shape of a magic sword in her hand, "I should have a lot to say, but as long as I want to fight with you face to face, I can't say anything."

"Maybe fighting is the best potion of oblivion, and other things don't matter."

"Well." Tony said very philosophically, "I am like this every moment when I face you. Sometimes I even forget my heartbeat, and I will die if I am not careful. I think so too. Roughly the same."

"That's it." Jie Ai said, and she smiled.

This smile is almost menacingly beautiful, and with this beauty, the satellite that was turning the camera to spy on the two of them in the distance suddenly shattered into countless light spots, and the light spots combined into a giant sword, a sharp sword Pointed at Tony.

"I, I suddenly started to like my job title, Sabers Saber, as long as you say this is a sword skill, you can really use any kind of magic."

Jie Ai said with a smile.

The sword pierced straight through.

Obviously, there should be no air in the outer space of the universe. Without air, there would naturally be no medium for sound transmission, but as long as Jie Ai thought about it, when the giant sword pierced it, there was still a sonic boom.

"I think it will be more imposing if there is still a voice."

"Then let's fight now."

Jie Ai avoided the sword light she was striking as lightly as if she was dancing, and even stood on the tip of Tony's sword. With a light tap of the toe, it instantly exerted a weight like pressing on a Mount Everest.

Tony's hand sank, and she continued to dance, trying to jump on his head from the point of the sword.

As a matter of course, if the step was firm, the young man's handsome face would turn into a piece of rotten watermelon, but he didn't succeed, and the result was that his entire leg was almost cut off.

"I think we had a lot of fun today."

said Tony, sticking out his tongue and licking the corner of his mouth.

Jie Ai stood on a piece of satellite debris in the distance, smiling and nodding in agreement.

There is only one thing to be aware of here.

That is, Jieai and Tony are both demon kings, and the most commendable thing about the demon kings is their destructive power and their powerful hearts that can exert this destructive power without any scruples.

When they are on the ground, they will restrain themselves when fighting. It's not that they care about survivors who haven't evacuated and buildings that are too troublesome to repair, but they estimate that the sword will hit the horizon and forget it. ,no need.

The field of view is very narrow, so they can't kick others from one continent to another.It's like when you kill a goblin, you don't charge up for 30 seconds to amplify your moves.

But once in outer space, who cares so much about you, just grab other planets and come over and bump into them casually.

Jason observed all this from the earth with dead eyes. Of course, he didn't see the actual situation, but saw natural disaster level tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, meteorites falling, etc. in the sky again and again.He stood in the original ruins, only three meters away from the leader. There seemed to be an invisible protective cover here, which bounced off all the damage.

This is not to say that the leader helped him eliminate the attack because he was the master of Yuai, but the leader naturally wanted to prevent dust from contaminating his body.

He doesn't care about Jason, so Jason can also use him to block him a little bit.It's like people who are still exposed to the wilderness when the storm comes, and they rush to find a cave to shelter from the wind.

When Jason invited him over, he didn't suspect that the leader would kill that useless younger sister at once. He didn't even think about competing with the leader for the Holy Grail—this kind of person can be known just by looking at it, that is, That kind of old-fashioned feudal parents will say angrily once asked, "Do you think I will compete with some juniors for toys?"

Now he let Jie Ai go to fight with Tony, and he watched on the ground. His mood should be similar to that of a parent watching a junior high school children's sports meeting, except that the level needs to be raised by 300 million levels.

Jason is completely desperate now. His original plan was to become the richest man in the world and become famous. I did not want to sing any sweeter songs than Orpheus sang.

What he wants is to stand above ten thousand people, say his name in an upright manner, and then get a lot of compliments. It's hard to say whether this can be regarded as vanity, at best it can only be regarded as a kind of child's dream.

But now it's all over.

It turns out that when 70.00% of the people on the earth died, it was okay, and the remaining 30.00%, the remaining people must be [-] to [-] million, even Jason, a magician who knows nothing about the world's common sense, can understand. Enough for him to be king.

In ancient times, didn't people dare to call themselves kings just by commanding a population of several thousand people?

But now that he saw it like this, he could see the end of the world at a glance. The observation magic was at its maximum, and there was not a single living thing in a thousand square kilometers.

Now it's all over.

Not to mention the richest man in the world, Jason has already fantasized in his mind that after the triumphant return of the knot, a woman will be conjured up with a smile and thrown to him, let them be the Adam and Eve of the new era