The little girl wiped away her tears and said stubbornly, "Brother, I won't let you go and argue with them! You don't know those guys' backgrounds. They all have gangsters backing them. If you go, they'll beat you to death. You'll not only lose your job, but you'll also lose your life!"
Phil Gray scratched his head, a growing unease creeping into his heart. It's just a job, isn't it? Is it really that serious?
“You’re overthinking it, honey. How could they dare to openly attack me?” Phil Gray touched her forehead.
"Really! Brother, I'll tell you a secret: I came from the future!"
Phil Gray asked with interest, "Oh?"
“These young masters who just joined your company are extremely vicious. If you go to confront them in the future, they will beat you to death and your body will disappear without a trace. Although the company temporarily transferred them to settle the matter and even gave us compensation, we are very unhappy living in the big house you left behind!”
Casa sobbed, "Ans felt so guilty. He stayed in his room every day. I felt like he was going crazy. And then there was the night. He slept every night so he could see you in his dreams, and as a result, the rats in the house multiplied and even killed him. Vino also became more and more gloomy. I felt like he was becoming terrifying... We argued about all sorts of things every day. We can never go back to the way things were when you were here..."
Phil Gray felt increasingly heavy-hearted as he listened, but when he heard that a cat had been bitten to death by a rat, he felt it was absurd for some reason. How could a cat be bitten to death by a rat?
He smiled wryly. It was just a child's imagination after all. Casa must have heard some strange story.
The little girl suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, looking at him with teary, bright green eyes: "Brother, now that we finally have another chance, will you still choose to go against them?"
“Kasa,” Phil Gray sighed, “Sometimes my position doesn’t belong to me. If I resign and give up the project I’ve been in charge of, what will happen to my employees? You’re right, those rich kids are very unreliable. They don’t know anything and will only make the whole project fail. Then these employees won’t be able to support their loved ones, so I have to be responsible for them too.”
"No, brother, I won't allow you to do this again! I don't agree!" Kasa shook his head vigorously.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Phil Gray asked.
“It’s me, Ans.”
Why are they all coming to see him tonight? Phil Gray sighed and got up to open the door. Sure enough, Ans was standing at the door wearing a white bathrobe.
"What's the matter?"
“Here, this is the script that sold for the highest price today. I’d like to share it with you,” Ans said shyly.
“Okay, come in too. And comfort Kasa while you’re at it; her crying is giving me a headache.” Phil Gray took his script and closed the door.
"Don't cry, or you'll become ugly."
"Waaaaah, Ans, you're a big bad guy too! You led the others to lie to me!"
What's wrong with me?
"Why didn't you stop your brother? You even deliberately made him do these things!"
"But this is what my brother wants to do. Just like we want to protect him, he also wants to protect us."
"Hmph! Then you can stay in your dilapidated house and never come out again!"
"No, this time it's different. We will face it together with Phil, whether it's life or death."
At first, Phil Gray was somewhat relieved to hear their voices, but in the end he realized that Ans had also been led astray. What life and death stuff? It's just a job, right? At worst, he could just quit. He didn't believe that a senior executive at the Wells Group couldn't find a job to support his whole family.
With that in mind, Phil Gray turned his attention to the script Ans had brought him. It was a Western fantasy script with a touch of religious themes, something the boy had always been interested in.
However, when he saw the title of the script, he was struck dumb. It read, "I'm the Pope in a Western Fantasy World".
He flipped through the pages quickly, his sealed memories changing color as he turned the pages, until the final page showed him praying to the statue of the god of life.
What company, what job, what family—it turns out he was just a soul adrift in a foreign world.
No wonder the lanterns turned into old men and the trees into little girls; he didn't even realize such unusual things.
Phil Gray's stunned expression caught Kasa's attention. She walked up to him and asked in a soft, almost inaudible voice, "Brother, are you really going to make the same choice?"
Phil Gray looked down into her eyes and asked directly, "The God of Life?"
The little girl's body stiffened. "You...you knew everything?"
She turned her head and glared at Ans fiercely. "You're so annoying!"
Ans stood still, neither refuting nor making any other move, simply watching them quietly.
"When you say I'm going to confront those people, you actually mean I'm going to fight the gods of the Abyss, right?" Phil Gray asked.
“Yes, it’s really too dangerous! I don’t want you to go!” Casa said firmly.
"Hey—so this is an illusion you created? It's quite interesting. You created this house based on my memories of Earth from my past life, and even put so many gods together! However, some of the analogies are not quite right. For example, you compared the idea of the gods of the Abyss wanting to invade Will to a few rich kids wanting to steal my job. But these are not the same thing. If the gods of the Abyss were to invade Will, millions of people would die. It's not as simple as just a few people losing their jobs."
Phil Gray still found it very amusing, and I don't know what gave him the audacity, but as he spoke, he even pinched the face of the God of Life.
He looked directly into the eyes of the God of Life: "If I were still on Earth, I would definitely want to save my own life first, regardless of the fate of the Will Group. But now, I have many friends on the Will Continent, and so many believers who call me Your Majesty. How can I abandon them? So, in order to protect Will, I will inevitably fight against the gods of the Abyss, even if it means losing my life and soul!"
"Brother... but I really don't want you to die!"
Phil Gray looked at Casa, then at Ansel beside him, “Actually, I have another question. Do I have some other identity? Every god seems to favor me and has created such a warm and welcoming dream world. You all call me brother, making me feel like I’m part of your family.”
“We’re family!” Casa retorted, looking up.
Ansel stepped forward and looked at him with gentle eyes: "Phil, we are indeed family. Think carefully about the pantheon of Will, and then think about the mythological system on Earth. What kind of god do you think Will is missing?"
Phil Gray carefully recalled the myths and legends he knew from his previous life, the most familiar of which were, of course, Chinese mythology: Pangu creating the world, Nuwa creating humans...
In Greek mythology, Gaia, the Earth Mother, and her two sons gave birth to numerous gods…
In Egyptian mythology, the sun god Atum was born from the primordial waters of Núnn, and to give himself a place to stand, he created the first piece of land...
He recalled the myths and legends from various places, which all seemed to begin with legendary myths, but there was no record on the continent of Ver of any god who created the world.
"Vell's creator god?"
Phil Gray asked uncertainly.
“That’s right, Phil, you are the creator god of the world of Ver! You created this world and you created us. You led us little by little to make this world what it is today. In our hearts, you are our brother and our parent.” Ansel said, word by word.
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