"Child, everything in this world is destined. People live in a world woven by God. This is protection, but also bondage."
"Teacher, then why do we need God's protection? Can't we protect ourselves?"
The old man lowered his head and looked directly at the child: "You, do you want to be killed?"
"I'm not afraid."
"What about your family? What about your future wife? What about your offspring?"
"If you're killed, there's no future."
"I see." The teacher left again: "One day you will understand how stupid this is."
…
"Haaa..." He woke up on the lawn, and in front of him was the most perfect face in the world, leaning quietly in front of him.
"Honey, hey, is that what you call me?"
"Be good, I'll go buy something." I'm thirsty.
Walk to the side of the road.
"Boom!" The whole world was shaking. The next moment, the lawn in front of his eyes was shattered into pieces, and the entire West District, his family, and his lover were reduced to ashes in an instant.
"This is God's will." In the blink of an eye, a priest from the Dream Sect stood before him.
"God, everything is God!"
"I have nothing left."
Defeated in battle, captured, and left to suffer soul-crushing in prison.
Finally, he escaped from the laboratory with the royal weapon.
…
"Are you awake?"
Duolong supported his head with the mechanical arm of his left hand: "Ah, I had a very painful sleep."
"Of course, your coffee."
He took it. The assistant handed him the sorted transformation information.
"No need, I trust you." Duolong forced a smile. The girl in front of him was someone he had rescued from a laboratory of an inferior civilization.
The assistant put the documents on the table he had just tidied and turned around: "Well, I'm going out to buy something and will be back later. Don't cause trouble everywhere. I don't want to move again."
"Yeah." Doron was actually powerless. His body was severely injured by Bai Ling and one of his arms was directly lost. The only reason he survived was because the girl in front of him carried him back from the battlefield.
He modified his body again and again, but machines could never replace the demigod transformation he once had.
"Doron, I've locked up your weapon. The combination is 1314."
"I understand." Doron lay on the bed.
The reason for his failure was probably because he did not successfully predict the number of gods. Who knew that there was also a god of death present.
He dealt a heavy blow to the God of Energy, but lost his chance for the next step.
Now there is only one left of the four royal weapons.
"What bad luck! Fate, you really are so biased towards them!"
"What am I fighting against? Is this the right path?"
"Is it God who makes the world bad, or is it the bad world that makes God bad?"
"Or maybe both?"
"Forget it, let me sleep a little longer." This stronghold is safe for a short time, so Duolong has nothing to worry about.
…
"Dulong, Duolong." When I opened my eyes again, it seemed as if I was back to that snowy festival. The beautiful girl was dressed very gorgeously, even in such a cold season.
"You're not..." He stopped. Even if it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
"Doron, look, the snowflakes are so beautiful. The teacher said that this is the beauty of fragility."
“Just like life.”
"Yeah, but we should care more about beauty than its fragility, right?"
A familiar conversation, this is a dream that I have been repeating but keep forgetting.
"Please, don't die. I'm so lonely and in pain. My heart aches and I twitch every night."
A gentle hand rested on his cheek.
Foreheads touching.
"No, you are not lonely."
The little assistant's face appeared in his eyes.
"Yeah, maybe my evil ways have changed a bit."
Holding hands: "Come on, Doron, let's walk around this street."
Duolong did not move: "You are not her. I don't remember such a conversation."
"Yes, I am not her, I am your her, you are unwilling to give up, so I have always been here, always and always, I will accompany you until the end of time."
"Mian Shenyou, it's you." Duolong sneered.
"My Lord doesn't have time to talk to you. I'm just one of His servants. We've been together for ten years."
"I see. Thank you for all this time."
"Well, now that you've discovered it, it's time for me to leave. God asked me to give you one last message. The twelve main gods will be in the human imperial capital in a few days. If you want revenge, this is your last chance."
"I understand. I'll go and tell her."
Duolong woke up from his dream again, and the smell of food wafted in.
He slowly stood up and touched his body: "Is this the last chance?"
"The food is getting cold."
"Here I come," Doron called out. A smile crept onto his face, a long-lost, happy smile.
"After dinner, we'll set off for the human capital."
"Hey, are we going to give up this place again?"
"I won't sell this. If I don't come back, this is what I leave for you. If I come back, let's go back here and live in seclusion."
"Well, but we agreed that I won't come back alone. If you die, I will definitely avenge you!"
"That's not necessary."
“I absolutely must!”
"You, if you raise your arm, can you hit someone's knee?"
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