(The first volume to chapter 63 has ended, everyone is welcome to try the poison)
"In the name of the Celestial Lord, the Second Son of God, and the Trisolarans, soak!"
“Plop!”
“Gurgle gurgle gurgle…”
"...When observing double-slit interference and practicing de Broglie, one can see uncertainty... Particles are not different from waves, waves are not different from particles, particles are waves, waves are particles..."
“Gurgle gurgle…”
"...Even so it is, the power, the gifts, and the glory are yours forever!"
"Gurgle..."
After reciting the last chaotic prayer, Lin Qingliu, who felt that the person being baptized was about to drown, finally inserted the semi-virtualized golden cross USB drive in his hand into the back of the other party's neck, and at the same time selected [Yes] in the pop-up window of [Do you want to bless] in his field of vision.
The person being baptized instantly gave up resistance, as if he had fallen into a very deep sleep.
A blood-red mark quickly appeared around the spot where the virtual USB drive was inserted, and then quickly disappeared into the soaked skin.
The man instantly resumed his struggle when Lin Qingliu pulled out the USB flash drive, and he took the opportunity to lift him out of the water.
This was a fat young man with dark brown hair and long bangs that stuck to his face. He shook his wet hair like a dog swimming to the shore and asked:
"Doctor, is this done?"
“It’s done, I said the ritual wasn’t complicated.
"Also, you should call me 'Father' now."
Lin Qingliu raised his chin and signaled the man to put the promised donation money into the donation box with the word "Public Welfare" written in capital letters on the surface.
Although he remained calm on the surface, Lin Qingliu was actually wondering in his heart that this [Blessing] didn't seem to have any effect after he clicked it... Could it be because he had no experience for the first time...
The fat man with dark brown hair did not say anything, as if he was disappointed with the perfunctory ceremony. He hesitated for a few seconds before taking out his wallet with a few damaged edges, counting out the agreed two thousand information coins and putting them into the wooden box.
He took a look inside the box in the dim light of the room, and it seemed that there was no money in it...
So I am the first big victim?
But it doesn’t matter, it’s the last day of my life anyway, Wang Xiao thought.
My life is meaningless. I have nothing, including money, health, family... It's not unacceptable to have some bad luck before I die.
Such people are not uncommon in Hope City, but despair is despair, and the suffering of others cannot make Wang Xiao happy.
He didn't look at the offering box again, he just felt dizzy from the strange ceremony just now.
He walked out of this seemingly unformal psychological clinic, and walked towards home with one foot deep and one foot shallow, recalling the scene he had vaguely seen before.
If that cold house could still be called a home.
On the other side, as soon as Wang Xiao left the psychological clinic with a completely weird style, Lin Qingliu couldn't wait to pry open the donation box, took out the twenty two thousand information coins made of special plastic, and fanned them in his hands.
He looked up at the holes that ran through the second-floor floor and roof, and wondered if it would be cheaper to buy cement and repair them himself.
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Lin Qingliu's time travel happened two days ago. He is in his twenties now. With his good imagination and writing skills, he became the text planner of a game that is about to be launched. He is responsible for structuring the world view and a series of other things. At the same time, he occasionally recycles waste manuscripts from work for reuse, and does some writing as a side job.
After the project was completed, the celebration banquet was held as scheduled. After the banquet, Lin Qingliu chose to take a taxi home. Unexpectedly, the driver drank more than him and insisted on inviting him to go to the front of the fully insured semi-trailer that was driving in the wrong direction to see if the headlights were broken.
Lin Qingliu couldn't refuse, so he had to accept the invitation. As a result, the semi-trailer's lights were fine, but there was a problem with the brakes.
So the two-dimensional Mr. Lin arrived in this world in the blink of an eye.
To be honest, under the influence of the atmosphere of the original world, time travel was not a difficult thing to accept. It was just that Lin Qingliu was troubled when judging the type of time travel.
Speaking of wearing, it seems that there is also a Lin Qingliu in this world, and the two have naturally merged into one without any disharmony. He even looks a few years younger and "inherited" this not-so-expensive property.
It could be said that his soul was traveling across time and space. His golden cross USB flash drive, which contained a lot of game drafts and settings, suddenly appeared on his neck again, and some kind of connection was established between him and the USB flash drive.
And the system in my mind that is consistent with the style of the USB flash drive is also showing its presence all the time -
【God Cultivation System】
"'Kami' development system", that's what Lin Qingliu called it.
The purpose of this thing is obvious, and its operation is very simple. It has only one core function - [Blessing], and the rest are derivative parts.
Those who accept the blessing unilaterally become Lin Qingliu's believers and can awaken special abilities.
Lin Qingliu can not only get feedback when they awaken, but also gain more powerful strength when their abilities evolve.
Even if a believer betrays him, the system can sense it quickly, deprive him of his abilities remotely and delete related memories.
Can grow, can harvest, can control.
Mm, it’s the aroma of leeks!
Just when he had accepted this setting, the memory of this world told him that things were not that simple.
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