Chapter 3 I Really Want to Give Him
Zhuo Can waited anxiously.
What will the Lord God ask?
Goldbach's conjecture?
A radical solution to global warming?
Geopolitics and potential scenarios?
When in doubt, quantum force... oh, that's not right.
What if he can't answer? Will all his previous efforts to clear the level be wasted? Will he be unable to return home?
"Hmm..." The little boy tapped his cheek with his index finger and thought for a moment, "No!"
The man in white leaned over and said, "Don't you want to ask him questions?"
The child shook his head, looking very regretful: "He is too stupid. Let him go back."
Zhuo Can: “…”
How could a kid who couldn't even count past 10 get the nerve to repeatedly call him stupid? Did he get the courage from the gods?
It’s true.
No matter what, upon hearing that he could go home, Zhuo Can's eyes still lit up, fearing that if he flattered Him too late, He would change His mind: "Thank you, Kamisama. I will never forget your kindness—"
Before he could finish his eloquent speech, he was interrupted by a sharp alarm.
[Warning! Player Wang Er is invading the central system!]
[Warning! Player Wang Er, stop your behavior immediately! ]
[Warning! Player Wang Er has seriously violated the rules of the game!]
Not only did the alarm sound through the sky, but the light of the world also turned red, and the shimmering clouds filled the entire amusement park, instantly interrupting the relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Zhuo Can was stunned. Of course he had heard of Wang Er, a bug dealer who was known to everyone in the tower.
In his original world, this person was a top-level programmer working in the gaming industry, so to some extent, he was continuing to do his job.
Wang Er compiled the system blind spots he discovered into skills for passing the game, and then sold them to other players at high prices, especially those who had just entered the tower and did not have much savings, who often spent everything they had just to survive.
After only half a year in the tower, he had already become a wealthy celebrity.
*
No matter how powerful a program is, it will have loopholes, not to mention that this world was created by a little kid.
It's not uncommon for players to find some mistakes and take shortcuts, but Wang Er is the first one who is bold enough to use this to openly establish a guild of commerce.
The Lord God is very busy. He is busy eating delicious food, playing games, sleeping and growing taller. He has no time to stare at tens of thousands of players one by one.
In the past, the gods turned a blind eye to things like finding system bugs, but Wang Er was too arrogant and even dared to touch the core.
If we continue to let this go, how can we manage other players?
Kamisama decided to take personal action to rectify the bad habits.
The Ferris wheel stopped, still some distance from the ground. The leader of the gods walked out of the cabin and caught the little god.
Zhuo Can was so exhausted that he wanted to cry. He was just one step away from returning home, but he was rejected so harshly.
Otherwise, you would say he is an unlucky guy.
Seeing that He was about to walk away, he didn't care about anything else and shouted out loudly: "Hey, Kamisama, then I..."
The gods' messengers who came out of other cars all looked at him. Although they were all wearing pale masks, Zhuo Can still understood the hint of "If you keep talking nonsense and delaying the gods, you might die."
He shrank his neck.
The Lord God waved his chubby little hand and promised: "Just wait a moment, just a moment, just a moment."
It’s just like the company leader saying, “Let me just say a few words.”
Zhuo Can cried silently in his heart.
*
In the blink of an eye, Wang Er, who was thousands of miles away, was carried in front of Him by two white-robed divine messengers.
In the escape game where most people are in a mess, Wang Er has been getting by smoothly thanks to his own abilities.
However, players are just players after all. No matter how glorious they are, they are just chess pieces in front of the makers of the game rules.
Wang Er, who wouldn't even look others in the eye a few days ago, now looks like a lost soul with disheveled hair and sobbing.
Before Zhuo Can, no one had ever seen the Lord God, so Wang Er didn't know that this belated child was the one who would dominate his own destiny.
But he instinctively distinguished the different auras of the leader of the white-clothed men from the others, and knelt over and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please let me go, Lord God, please let me go..."
Even though he was not touched, the little Lord God wrinkled his nose and looked disgusted.
He raised his hand and made a dusting motion in the air. The next second, Wang Er fell backwards several times, looking both embarrassed and ridiculous.
The man in white holding the Lord God spoke calmly, "Player Wang Er, the system has sent a total of 56 warnings regarding your violations. You have not responded to any of them, and you have even tried every possible way to evade the system's punishment and let others take your place. This has seriously disrupted order and your behavior is extremely bad."
"I...I'm sorry...let me go..."
The divine messenger ignored him and asked his superior: "Lord God, how do you decide?"
The little boy looked at him fiercely: "Are you wrong?"
Wang Er was stunned. He had never imagined that the 'Lord God' was the little brat before him. He wanted to laugh, but after assessing the situation, he immediately begged for mercy: "I know, I know I was wrong, Lord God."
"You're not listening." His little nose and mouth were tense, and it looked like he was trying to imitate an adult. "Disobedient children will be punished!"
Wang Er shuddered.
Zhuo Can on the side also wanted to know what kind of judgment Kami would make on players who violated the rules like this?
*
"Punish you... punish you..." The Lord God thought seriously, "You are not allowed to eat cookies for a year!"
Zhuo Can: ...
Wang Er: ...
The chief envoy kindly reminded: "Lord God, he may not like to eat cookies, so this measure will not work for him."
The child's eyes widened, shocked that anyone would not eat the cookies.
He pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with a solution. He asked in a baby voice, "What should I do then?"
Before the envoy could say anything, the boy changed his mind and pointed with his little finger: "You're talking."
Zhuo Can looked left and right, pointed at himself, and opened his mouth wide: "Me?"
The boy nodded.
Zhuo Can was suddenly pulled from the crowd onto the stage and was speechless.
He had to stand next to the Lord God, looking at Wang Er with tears streaming down his face, thinking that this man's behavior was quite hateful, including extortion and blackmail, making the players in the nearby area uneasy.
But it also helped many people save their lives.
"Kamisama, how about this? Let him not eat meat for a year, how about that?" Wang Er was well-known for his love of meat. Some people wanted to curry favor with him and sent him all kinds of delicious food. "Anything with a hint of meat, I won't let him eat. Barbecue, hot pot, skewers, braised chicken and rice, fried chicken, steak, roasted lamb legs..."
He even felt hungry after talking so much.
The little god had never tasted these things before, so the sound of them made him drool. Zhuo Can described them with such relish and clarity, so these delicacies must be very important to humans.
Punishment means taking away something precious from others.
So the Lord God made the final decision: "That's it, you are not allowed to eat meat from now on!"
He stretched out his hand, and a circle that looked like both light and water waves gradually appeared around his slender wrist. With an imaging speed beyond the reach of Zhuo Can humans, he tightly clamped Wang Er, who had been twisting and turning just now, and scanned him from head to toe.
After the halo returned to the Lord God's wrist, all the food columns with a hint of meat in the game mall that Wang Er could redeem were locked.
Wang Er was struck by a bolt from the blue. If he couldn't even eat these delicious foods, what was the point of living?
This is torture! How cruel!
"God, please don't—"
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it." Kami shook her head like a rattle. "Someone, take him away!"
Wang Er continued to cry and scream while being dragged away by the men in white.
He puffed up his cheeks, looked fierce, and howled like a young animal with bared teeth.
He thinks he is scary, but in the eyes of others - such as Zhuo Can - he is just cute and fierce.
It's so fried that it looks like an unpeeled chestnut, Zhuo Can thought.
I really want to give him a brain blast. God is so cute, he will cry for a long time if he is hit, right?
*
After finishing Wang Er's interlude, the messenger placed the Lord God on the ground.
The little fairy raised his face worriedly and asked, "Was I very fierce just now?"
The chief envoy replied seriously, "Of course. You are very impressive."
"Really—really fierce, huh?"
"Really, really fierce."
"Really, really, really fierce, right?"
"Really, really, really."
Kami-chan stretched contentedly, then remembered that there was something she hadn't dealt with. Mercifully, she waved to Zhuo Can, "You, come here."
Zhuo Can, who had just witnessed his murderous side, didn't dare to act rashly. He suppressed his laughter and came in front of him obediently, having to squat very low to barely reach his eye level.
Like a little adult, he earnestly advised: "In the future, you must be smart."
"Okay, okay."
"Don't be so unlucky."
"Okay, okay, okay."
"You're so stupid."
"You are right."
"Hmm..." The Lord God thought for a moment, and then seemed to have nothing more to say. He said goodbye seriously, "Bye~"
The god opened his chubby little hand and tapped his forehead, and golden light once again covered Zhuo Can's vision.
As the surrounding scenery distorted, Zhuo Can's mind quickly reviewed the previous episode.
Although it looks sloppy and ridiculous, it is still a one-man trial.
The one who led all of this was a child who was only two or three years old.
What should a child of this age be doing?
If it were a normal world, he would still be learning to speak, his teeth had just grown out, he would fall if he ran too fast, he would need to be held by the hand wherever he went, and he would be the darling of the whole family.
Here, he sits on a lone throne covered with thorns and issues orders, with the whole world bowing in submission.
Who exactly is He?
Why does it have such ability?
What was this world created for?
How were they selected?
Countless mysteries filled Zhuo Can's mind, but no one could answer them.
*
The distorted time and space travel ended. When Zhuo Can opened his eyes again, there was neither a floating amusement park and masked men in white clothes, nor a purgatory where ghosts were fighting. Instead, there was a familiar bedroom that he hadn't seen for three months.
It’s really unbelievable that he actually went to another world, survived the life and death game for so long, passed all the levels, met the gods, and came back intact?
Could it be that this was all a dream?
If it was a dream, it was really complicated and bizarre.
He still felt a lingering fear when he thought of the cute yet scary little fairy.
Zhuo Can walked around the room a few times, stretched his arms and legs, and after confirming that it was not an illusion and that he was really back home, he threw himself onto the bed he had not been away from for a long time.
Wow—he’s finally back!
Click.
Something seems wrong.
There was some movement in the living room. There was someone else at home.
He moved out to live alone after graduation, and his parents are far away from home. Could he be a thief?
Zhuo Can immediately jumped up from the bed, picked up a one-to-one anime baseball bat placed on the bedside for self-defense, and opened the door carefully.
As he took a step into the living room, he heard the whistling sound of wind above his head. He looked up and saw something falling from the sky and hitting him squarely.
Zhuo Can was caught off guard by the impact and stumbled and fell. Fortunately, the back of his head hit the soft sofa leg.
He rubbed his head and was dumbfounded when he saw what it was.
The flaxen curly-haired little Sugar Bean was riding on his neck, looking over at him in shock.
...It's over.
There's a big problem.
The author has something to say:
Shocked Zhuocan for a whole year
It's slow to warm up, and the early stages are sweet and about raising a cub, but then all kinds of cute monsters and ghosts appear.
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