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"Which character does Xing Dou want to choose?" Wen Lun gave up the cursor for selecting a character, and handed it to Xing Dou.

"It's all right." The black-haired and green-eyed boy took off his eye protection glasses a long time ago, and his braids were not loosened, revealing a fair and delicate face, but he looked cold.

Wen Lun stared at those deep green pupils, paused for a moment, and smiled: "Then I will choose the young Zhong Quan, and I will ask Xing Dou to take on the role of god."

Xing Dou did not speak, and took over the cursor representing the role of the god.

Seeing that the two had finished discussing the role distribution, Feng Xuesong, who was waiting by the side, also completed the scene setting, and nodded to them: "Then, please two students stand in the virtual scene and prepare for the performance."

Xing Dou and Wen Lun walked into the scene area as promised.

The moment you entered, numbers and white light flashed across the huge virtual light screen in the air, and the floor also quickly changed its external shape. The gradually formed props gathered together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle came out of thin air, the light and shadow alternated, the vegetation grew, and the river gurgled. The rustling wind and human voices gradually rose.

The place that was born in the fantasy is restored and reappeared in the breath, and it comes into view.

The two people holding the character cursor also reshaped their clothing and hairstyle in the scattered light spots together, and became an image that fit the character.

A story about a boy and a god is reinterpreted here.

[In the chaotic and lightless world, a god descended one day.

The gods traveled the world, overlooked the human world, and finally couldn't bear the human beings groping in the dark, and gave them light and hope.

Since then, mankind has had what may be called the beginning of history.

Human beings look forward to the gods, build temples for him, shape gods, offer incense and faith, look forward to the blessings of the gods, and express their gratitude.

After that, the gods lived alone at the end of the world.

Human beings must not easily look for gods, because that is blasphemy and betrayal. 】

The ragged and scarred boy stood in front of the god and described such a legend in his own slightly clumsy language.

"Since you know this, why are you here?"

Wearing a light white robe that reached the floor, the expression of the black-haired god was hidden in the shadows, looking down at the young man under the seat of the god, and asked inexplicably.

"I am a child abandoned by the gods, that's what everyone says." The pink-haired boy said self-deprecating words, with a cheerful smile on his face, "I can't see the miracles that everyone talks about, and I don't understand why I have to repeat it every day. One day to pray. So I want to meet the gods, the gods who created this world."

"If coming to see you is betrayal, then I, who has been abandoned by you long ago, must be qualified to come. Perhaps in this world, only I can come to see Lord God."

The boy named Zhong Quan's eyes looking at the gods are astonishingly bright.

The god was silent for a moment, chuckled for a while, and slowly stepped down from the throne.

The long hair is as black as the night, and the coldness of the cold moon flows from the eyes, and the dark green eyes are deep and mysterious.

A god with a flat face is enough to own everything without saying a word.

Zhong Quan opened his mouth slightly, his eyes dazed.

In a daze, he heard the promise of the gods: "You have a very interesting soul. Such souls are not excluded here."

Then the god left with a flick of his sleeves, taking a piece of skylight and a ray of spring breeze with him.

The young man who had understood what the god had said stupidly looked at his back for a while, then followed him in a panic.

An uncontrollable smile was hidden in the corner of the teenager's grinning mouth.

The Kingdom of God has its first and only guest.

Zhong Quan, as he himself said, does not worship gods, nor is he afraid of everything related to gods.He asked questions naturally, accepting everything he didn't understand like breathing.

"Master God, why do you want to set the destiny?"

"Destiny is the path arranged for the still immature world. Those who follow the path can achieve the reincarnation of the world. The world grows from this."

"Then what will happen if someone violates the destiny one day?" Zhong Quan suddenly asked a slightly rebellious question after pondering.

But he didn't seem to feel offended, and looked at the god a few steps away seriously, wanting to get an answer.

The black-haired and green-eyed god took a deep look at him, and replied calmly: "It's a destiny."

"If someone really violates the destiny and disrupts the reincarnation I set, it will prove that this world no longer needs the destiny."

That's all the gods have said, but there seems to be something else to hide.

But he didn't intend to say any more, turned around, and used his magic to shape the shape of a cloud.

Zhong Quan stared thoughtfully at the figure of the god performing magic, and rarely suppressed his curiosity and did not ask.

Time is meaningless to gods, but to teenagers, it is enough to grow in an instant and become a strong and powerful youth.

"You seem to have grown up." One day, the god noticed this when he drew the nebula trail as usual.

"Yes, my lord." The calm pink-haired man smiled as usual, "According to human calculations, I am already an adult."

"Yeah." The god nodded, then seemed to remember something, and asked him inquiringly, "Will human beings receive gifts when they reach adulthood?"

Over the years, he also understood the meaning of gifts from human teenagers.

"That's right, does Lord God want to give me a gift?" Zhong Quan's eyes lit up as brightly as when he first saw him, "If possible, I want a sword that can cut through anything."

"Sword?" The god frowned suspiciously, "Human beings have always prayed for gold, silver, treasure, wealth and glory, do you only want this?"

"Well, this is enough." Zhong Quan replied without hesitation.

The god fulfilled his wish and gave him a powerful sword.Since then, this sword has become a treasure that he never leaves his hand for a moment.

"By the way, does God know that there are new thoughts in the lower realm?" One day, Zhong Quan asked chattingly while wiping his sword in the starry garden.

"I don't know." The god's answer was extraordinarily indifferent, and he didn't care how the young man who had been staying here knew about the lower realm.

He was taking care of a withered flower, but he didn't force it back to life with divine power, but just watered it like ordinary people and gave it sunshine.

"What a pity." The pink-haired young man looked at the flower along his line of sight and sighed, but he didn't know whether he was sighing for the flower or the gods.

From this day on, Zhong Quan's whereabouts became unpredictable, and the figure of the constant companion god gradually disappeared.

However, the gods seemed to have expected it long ago, and accepted all this calmly, neither looking for it nor in a hurry.

It was as if nothing could be seen on his face covered with ice and snow.

In the lower realm unknown to the gods, the changes caused by a certain trend of thought intensified. At some point, people with such thoughts gathered a force that was enough to shock the world.

They have a slogan called "God is dead, all living beings rise up".

From the leader known as Dawn - Zhong Quan.

When the gods saw Zhong Quan again, the former boy lost his innocence and confusion, and became powerful and indestructible.

"Long time no see, Lord God." Wearing a black uniform, the pink-haired youth waved freely at the god sitting on the throne.

"..." The god didn't speak, but just looked at him.

Seeing that Zhong Quan didn't get an answer, he walked up the steps on his own, stood on the altar without hesitation, and came to him.

"Why didn't you answer me?" The pink-haired young man sighed, feeling helpless, and pulled out a box from behind like magic, "Obviously I brought you a special gift."

"...Today is not my birthday." The black-haired and green-eyed god looked at the box and shook his head slightly.

"I know that gods don't have birthdays." Zhong Quan smiled cheerfully, "But it's not only birthdays that can get gifts."

He opened the box lightly, revealing the beautiful black gemstone inside.

Then he quickly stabbed the gem into the god's chest.

The dark color of pollution has eroded the brilliance, and in the blink of an eye, the breath of the gods is weak.

"When you say goodbye, you will also receive gifts." The pink-haired youth stared at the god who felt the pain and curled up for a moment, and said softly.

The god still looked indifferent, pursed his lips, and quietly watched him take out the sword he presented as a gift.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all, did you expect it?" Zhong Quan slowly approached the god with the rare sword in his hand, the sharp sword light flashed on the chest of the god, "Still, I never believed I?"

"..." The god still didn't answer.Regret and resentment have never been with him.

"So, why are you unwilling to talk to me?" Looking at the appearance of the god, the pink-haired young man murmured, and with force, the tip of the sword pierced the white robe, splashing out golden spots of light.

That is the blood of the gods.

"It turns out that this is really a sword that can cut everything." Zhong Quan looked at the god who was weakening rapidly, and pulled the corners of his mouth, but failed to raise the arc, and instead turned into a strange expression of wanting to smile or not.

"It helped me cut off the past, cut off the memory, and now cut off the past of the world." He recalled word by word, slowly knelt down beside the god, and held up the hands that were gradually cooling down.

Some tears fell from the young man's suddenly mourning eyes.

"Now, are you satisfied? My lord."

The god opened his eyes wearily, and in those deep emerald pupils, there was a young man's painful expression.

"I have helped you unlock the fate you wished for. Now, you are free." Zhong Quan lowered his eyes and spoke hoarsely, "My lonely and gentle God, who is waiting alone at the end of the world, was God-sama who is bound by fate."

"...my beloved god, you are free."

The black-haired and green-eyed god looked back at him for a long time, as if wanting to remember that unspeakably sad figure forever.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and touched the young man's tears.

It was something transparent and sad.

It is what the gods see flowing from people's hearts when they come to this world.

The moment of moving makes the gods willing to use themselves as constraints, become nourishment, and give new hope to the world.

"Today, the flower I raised bloomed." The fading god softened his voice for the first time, as if comforting, "It is a beautiful flower. So, don't use this crying face to meet it."

"In the future, there will be more flowers." He said and closed his eyes quietly.

The pink-haired boy held the scattered light spots, gritted his teeth not to cry, "Yes." However, there were still transparent raindrops that wet the ground in an instant.