Chapter 041 Big Eyes
Garcia is dead.
Garcia is alive again.
The previous second, he was on his way to the studio to shoot magazine pages. Because he was not looking at the road, he was hit by a speeding truck and was smashed to pieces.
The next second, he was standing naked beside a pool of steaming water along with many other young men.
Garcia tilted his head slightly and saw his intact beautiful face on the clear water, and instantly felt that he was fine again.
I hope your face is okay!
After calming down, Garcia held his breath and carefully observed his surroundings.
This is a hall with a Roman architectural style. It has a circular arch structure, thick stone walls, simple and clear lines, and many huge circular stone pillars that reach the sky run through it, serving to divide the space.
But it is more like the embodiment of some kind of authoritative power.
It seems I've traveled to a medieval Western world. Garcia immediately made his judgment.
It's not that he is insensitive and has no feelings about time travel, but the memory before his death is too unforgettable. He vividly remembers the pain of all the bones in his body being shattered in an instant. Before he could groan, the huge wheel rolled over his body and he was completely turned into a pool of meat paste.
When he opened his eyes again, all the parts of his body were still there, and the face he used to eat was also fine. Garcia had nothing to worry about.
I even think that time travel is a great thing.
But what does this grand feast-like scene mean?
He followed the crowd and heard some conversations in the distance:
"How about this?"
"No, it's too weak."
"Next……"
"The next one..."
"It still doesn't work."
"Alas, there's a high probability that we'll also have a bye this time."
What were they talking about? Were they weighing the pork? Garcia looked at himself, naked and walking around, speechless.
He is a print model and is used to changing clothes in public dressing rooms in front of many colleagues. He does not feel too uncomfortable about exposing his body.
But the black-haired boy in front of him kept shrinking his body and looked very nervous.
Soon, they came to the two clergymen who had just spoken.
One of them was holding a huge nugget of gold in his hand. Garcia looked at the man's arm carefully and secretly admired his arm strength.
The black-haired boy in front of Garcia, at the signal of another clergyman, gently placed his hand on the gold nugget.
In an instant, the gold emitted a dazzling light.
The two clergymen's eyes widened in surprise. The clergyman holding the gold nugget hurriedly asked his colleagues to cover the black-haired boy with a piece of cloth and hurriedly took him out of the hall.
Only a dozen teenagers were left there, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Garcia was confused. He turned around and whispered to the boy behind him, "What does this mean?"
"It means he was chosen." The boy behind him said with envy, "He's so lucky. The Wink Empire hasn't had a Holy Son in fifty years."
He glanced at Garcia, who was still bewildered, and consoled him, "It's okay. You were just unlucky to be in line behind him. If you had been in line before him, you might not have seen this scene!"
What kind of consolation is that? Is he implying that I'm destined to be cannon fodder? Garcia frowned, but didn't refute it.
He always felt that this matter was not over yet.
Sure enough, not long after, the two clergymen came back in a hurry, still holding the huge gold nugget in their hands.
"Well, that child just now isn't a qualified candidate for the Holy Son. The high priest has assigned him another task," the clergyman explained. "Stop arguing. Line up and come up one by one for the test..."
Before he could finish, Garcia, who was standing in the front, quickly put his hand on the gold nugget.
Once again, the gold burst out with an even stronger pink light, illuminating the originally pure white and holy hall in a strange pink atmosphere.
"Hey! I can do it too!" Garcia said happily.
He knew that once he traveled through time, he would never be cannon fodder.
He is born to be the protagonist!
It was not until he took his hand off the gold nugget that the ambiguous pink light gradually disappeared.
The two clergymen recovered from their shock and looked at Garcia inconspicuously.
Garcia also responded with a questioning look, as if asking, why don’t you put on my robe and take me to see your leader?
What he didn't know was that the scene that just happened in the high priest's office made everyone dumbfounded. They no longer dared to easily conclude that the one who could resonate with the gold nugget must be a natural spirit.
The two men discussed it in a low voice, and then one of them asked, "Do you have the courage to try the sacred pool?"
Garcia was puzzled. "Why did that person pass the test just by touching it, but I have to add another test? Is the light I make the gold shine less brightly than his?"
Everyone saw with their own eyes that he made the dog-headed golden hair shine brightly.
Garcia hates being treated differently.
The clergyman patiently explained, "We were originally supposed to go to the Holy Pool for the trial, but we were too anxious just now and forgot this step. As expected, something went wrong."
Garcia thought about it and felt that in front of so many people, especially when it came to such an important matter as the selection of the Son of God, these two people should not plot against him, right?
So he nodded.
I was naked anyway, so I didn't have to bother taking off my clothes.
He tiptoed and stepped into the pool calmly.
A string of delicate pink bubbles rippled out.
As he went deeper, the entire pool of holy water gradually turned pink, and even some light bubbles floated up and wandered in the air.
Garcia turned around, raised a confident smile, looked at the completely stunned crowd, and asked loudly: "So, did I pass the trial?"
Of course he passed.
Although Garcia himself didn't know why this pink special effect occurred as soon as he entered the holy pool, the result was good.
It was probably a long time later that Garcia learned from the high priest that if an unauthorized person stepped into the holy pool without permission, his skin would be burned.
He didn't, instead he sparked a romantic pink special effect, so naturally, he passed the test.
Before being served and put on a white robe and taken to see the high priest, Garcia turned around and glanced at the expression of the boy who had been standing behind him.
Looking bitter, regretful and depressed.
Garcia used to look like this every time he lost a job interview.
He knew all too well the feeling of having an opportunity pass him by.
So, this time, even though he hadn't figured out the situation yet, facing better treatment, he instinctively wanted to compete.
Fortunately, this time, the result was as he wished.
…
The long robe is enough to cover the body.
Garcia followed the two priests and walked along the winding corridor. The marble floor was swept very clean, so he did not feel any discomfort when walking on it barefoot.
Along the way, he observed the surrounding environment inconspicuously.
Five minutes later, he concluded: Religion is indeed the best place to enjoy.
The buildings here are solemn and majestic, and you can see that they are made of excellent stone; the greenery is also quite good, with incense sticks lit in the corners, no wonder there are so few insects; the floor area ratio is very low, and the population density is also low, so I didn't meet many people along the way.
After a while, they arrived in front of a relatively simple bungalow.
The two clergymen motioned for Garcia to go in by himself and then left.
Garcia: “…”
You are leaving in such a hurry, is there some monster inside?
But wealth and honor are achieved through risk. Thinking back to the luxurious furnishings he had seen along the way, Garcia knew that there would never be a better opportunity than now to achieve success in this strange world.
He had to go ahead despite himself.
So after taking a deep breath, Garcia bent his knuckles and knocked lightly three times on the carved wooden door.
Soon, a gentle and deep male voice came from inside: "Pleasee in."
After getting the answer, Garcia was about to push the door open, but the moment his palm touched the door, it was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, and he woke up instantly - how could it be English?
He got goosebumps all over his body from this belated sense of déjà vu.
Thinking back carefully, since he awakened his consciousness in this body, he did not think there was anything wrong with the people around him speaking Chinese even though they had Western faces.
He himself is a foreigner, and because the modeling industry in his own country is too competitive, he followed his agent to come to China to work.
As a foreign model, it took him several years to adapt and learn how to communicate fluently in Chinese.
However, as a pure foreigner, the moment Garcia heard his native language, he immediately realized the reason for the sense of disharmony that had been lingering in his heart since a while ago.
Help! Why are a bunch of Westerners speaking Chinese?
What about the high priest who spoke English to me?
In the tens of seconds he hesitated, the people inside seemed to have exhausted all their patience.
The door opened instantly, and Garcia felt an invisible, irresistible force pushing his back and bringing him into the office.
When Garcia stood firm and subconsciously looked forward, he held his breath instantly.
It was a massive eyeball with upper and lower eyelids. Six pairs of white wings connected front and back, top and bottom, each with a dense cluster of smaller eyeballs at the base. The largest eyeball, with a diameter as large as Garcia's height, had a vaguely human head growing out of it.
The eyelids opened and closed, and the big eyeballs blinked.
The man turned his head, and a crack appeared on his mouth. He whispered, "Don't be afraid, kid. I am..."
thump--
Garcia's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the ground.
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1. The pink effect doesn't mean Garcia's period! It means gay fandom! Gay fandom!
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