Chapter 129 Youbaonan, there is no hope

"The cells in Block A need to be renovated... The relevant prisoners will be transferred to..."

The masked man calmly arranged the repair work of the damaged part of the Eastwood Prison after serving as a defense line. After explaining everything, he looked up and saw a black-haired young man standing by the office door.

"Warden..." Ben's pupils shrank, and for a moment he felt surprise and disbelief. Then, coming to his senses, he hurriedly lowered his head and respectfully called out, "Your Majesty."

"Just call me Crest." The black-haired young man smiled. "Cesare Crest is God's agent, isn't he?"

Ben understood immediately that the person before him still wanted to walk the world as a human. "Yes, Lord Crest."

"I've stored enough power beneath the Tower of Babel to keep Eastwood running. You can access it at any time, so just kill any disobedient prisoners." The young man smiled and said, "Then, while I'm gone, Eastwood will be in your care."

Ban didn't dare to say no and nodded obediently.

He knew very well that although Lord Crest wanted others to see him as a human, he was essentially a true god. And it was recorded in the Crest family's records that God was omniscient and omnipotent, knowing everything. As long as he wanted, he could not hide what happened in Isvetri.

Now that he came in person, it was just a matter of going through the motions and conforming to his “human” identity.

Ben sighed inwardly with a headache.

A god with humanity, rather than an emotionless tool to stabilize the world, is not sure whether it is a blessing or a curse.

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Of course, Cesar knew what Ben was thinking.

Just as Ben understood, not only what had happened, but even what would happen in the future was all in his eyes, and it was perfectly normal for him to see everything that was in a person's mind.

However, as for future events, except for some major events, he will deliberately avoid seeing daily trivialities. Otherwise, the life of a god will be too boring, and it would be better for him to be an emotionless tool god.

The black-haired young man walked out slowly and happened to meet Tong'en who was transferring cells.

"You...?" The girl with black hair and black eyes blinked her big eyes, revealing clear doubts.

How come this person looks exactly like the warden? Yet his temperament is so different that it makes people feel uncertain for a moment.

Just as she was struggling with this, she saw the black-haired young man in front of her put away the smile on his lips, lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly, his thick and long eyelashes casting a heavy shadow in his misty blue eyes.

Tong En:! This is just right!

The girl asked seriously, "Will you let me continue painting in the future?"

"Of course. You can paint Yaron." Cesar gave her a suggestion: "He really liked the painting you painted before. He was in a very lively mood for a few days after it was hung in the corridor of the public restaurant."

Tong En happily agreed: "I will go there every day!"

"...Aren't you afraid she'll be killed?"

The World Will asked with some difficulty.

"If she goes, Vila Junka will definitely follow." The black-haired young man replied nonchalantly, "Vira Junka treats Tong'en like a younger sister and won't ignore her."

World Will: "..."

This way, Vilajunka would have no time to cause trouble.

As expected of you, you even made some plans before leaving.

Cesar: “I heard that.”

World Will: "!!"

I almost forgot about this guy again, no, His Majesty is now in his complete form!

It's over, it won't be rolled into a rat and fed to Ursula, right?

Cesar: "Good idea."

World Will: "???"

Ultimately, it is a will born from a world controlled by gods, and its duty is to more purely maintain the stability of the world. It is in a position below gods, and now that it has broken away from the cooperative relationship as a human, Xizel can completely control it.

After finishing his daily routine of amusing the world will, Xizel had already left Iswit and started walking towards the human settlement.

The wasteland had changed greatly compared to when he first came here. It became the place where the Son of God first appeared, and countless people went here for pilgrimage every day. After all, the Temple of God was elevated to a place that ordinary people could not reach after that day, so they could only pay homage to the temple for comfort.

Therefore, as a new holy place, it is sacred if not gorgeous.

The black-haired young man with a hood glanced at the temple from afar. The children he had rescued were wearing robes of similar style, and they were smiling as they guided the people who came here to the holy land.

Faith continued to flow into his body.

After becoming a god, faith became dispensable to him, after all, he did not rely on faith to survive. But it was undeniable that this power would increase the god's preference for humans.

The black-haired young man chuckled softly, pulled down his hood, turned around and left.

Inside the temple, Lisa, who was watering the oracle flowers, suddenly froze in place. In her eyes, countless golden oracle flowers suddenly blossomed, a scene more dazzling than gold and the sun.

The water container fell to the ground with a clang, and she turned around excitedly to look at her mother.

The old woman who was blessed by the gods back then watched this scene gently, placed her hands on her chest, and murmured softly.

"The gods have been here."

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The boss who issued the certificates no longer does so. He has opened a drugstore that specializes in selling poisons that can kill insects and rats.

The old man huddled behind the cabinet, resting his eyes. When he heard the door curtain being lifted, he said impatiently for the umpteenth time, "The medicine is at the door. If you want to take it yourself, you have to pay for it. It's only poisonous enough for rats, so you'll need a larger dose for humans. And I've retired from selling certificates!"

The New Federation has already abolished that useless system, so what else is he selling?

Wait, why is it so quiet?

Although he did not sense any murderous intent, the boss, who had been walking on the edge of danger for many years, immediately became alert. He opened his eyes slightly without making a sound and saw a tall figure standing in front of the counter, seemingly staring at something.

After a pause, the boss opened his eyes, and then his whole body froze.

The black-haired young man noticed his gaze and turned his head. The face that was exactly the same as the one in his memory, almost perfect, appeared in front of him without any obstruction.

The young man glanced at him emotionlessly with his misty blue eyes, a smile on his lips, but the boss, who had worked hard in the world all his life, could see that the smile was a completely real illusion, and there was no smile in the young man's eyes at all.

How could it be him!

The degree of danger this person poses can be seen from his toxicity when they first met.

"Long time no see, boss."

The black-haired young man said gently.

The boss nodded stiffly: "...Long time no see."

The young man picked up the apple on the shelf: "I came to retrieve it."

The boss's eyes moved over and then fell silent.

At the time, Freeman had also wanted the apple, but later he returned it with a rather unhappy expression. He had no idea what had happened, but he had a hunch that this was a problem. He didn't dare throw the apple away or sell it, so he just kept it there as a tribute. Unexpectedly, someone actually came one day for it.

"This is yours," the boss said cautiously. "Take it with you. It's useless to keep it with me."

The black-haired young man tilted his head and narrowed his eyes: "Thank you for keeping it for me for so long."

boss:"……"

I was just afraid at first, but when this sentence came out, I suddenly felt that I had suffered a huge loss!

After getting the apple, the black-haired young man slowly continued his journey.

At that time, he didn't know what "Crest's Red Apple" was. It was actually very simple. It was just a power similar to faith that was fed back from the real world. In addition, the power of the C-level talent holder who died because of him and the "gift" of the high priest were mixed together to form a strange ability.

As for those "Kleist's Wordless Book" and "Kleist's Fairy Godmother"...how can I be the only one persecuted? My past self is no longer myself. I've been caught in the rain, so of course I have to tear up other people's umbrellas.

Arrange them all for your past self.

Anyway, it’s not the current him who has to go through it.

A certain god even split a spirit from the artifact and gave it to the comic will of that time period, using it as the initial prop for his past self, striving to make his past self suffer the same degree of persecution.

The world will that witnessed all of this: "..."

It's so despicable.

He even betrayed his past self. He is the worst kind of scum.

So when César mocked the name Fairy Godmother, it didn't even dare to say a word. It wasn't its fault at all! It was you who was happily tearing the umbrella!

It asked sullenly, "What are you going to do with this apple?"

"Xia Zuo's birthday is coming up, so I'm going to give it to him."

World Will: "..."

Can you be more attentive?!

"Don't you mean it?" The black-haired young man tilted his head slightly and said innocently, "This apple was the first thing Xia Zuo gave me. I found it now, blessed it, and gave it to him as a souvenir. Is there anything wrong with that?"

World Consciousness: "Okay, it seems that this is correct?"

Some time later, on his birthday, Chazo Freeman received an apple sent by César.

Xia Zuo:! (This is a symbol of friendship, a witness of time, and a great apple that embodies both good-intentioned doubt and an important prop in important events!)

The brown-haired boy was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes as he held the apple.

World Will: "..."

Forget it, this silly kid will probably never know in his life that the person he once thought was his best friend killed him without blinking an eye when he was holding an apple.

However, even if he knew, he would probably make up his own excuses for Caesar...

The Youbao man has been diagnosed and is beyond saving.