Chapter 4 Welcome to the Present World
Generally speaking, a three-year-old child weighs 20 to 30 kilograms.
Zhuo Can's friend has two big fat cats, one ragdoll and one tabby, and their combined weight is about the same.
He was raped by them when he went to his friend's house to play. It seemed that his internal organs were about to be squeezed out, and they pressed directly on his neck, which was enough to kill him.
Little Sugar Bean is obviously much lighter than the two fat cats.
Perhaps the height, weight, and age of God cannot be calculated according to human rules, otherwise he would not be able to fly.
He sat there, looking so light that when I counted with my fingers, it was no more than two digits.
However, the god who dominated the operation of the entire world and controlled the life and death of thousands of people just a few minutes ago is now strangling you. This kind of oppression is not something that ordinary people can withstand.
Fortunately, Zhuo Can was no ordinary person. His brain was working rapidly. Even if he died because of his transgression, he had to figure it out before he died:
It would be fine if he just came back by himself, but why did he also... bring back this giant Buddha statue as well?
No matter how powerful and influential he was in the other world, Little Tangdou had never encountered the sudden situation of being taken to another world. He stared at him blankly: "Mortal, where is this?"
"My home."
"Where is your home?"
"In my original world."
Zhuo Can propped himself up, moved the main god on his neck to the side, and finally sat up: "My Lord God, do you know what's going on?"
The Lord God closed his eyes and took a very long, deep breath, so hard that Zhuo Can could see his small chest rising and falling violently.
Maybe that wasn't a deep breath, but God's way of exploring the world.
Zhuo Can waited quietly, until he was worried that the child might faint from suffocating. Only then did the child open his eyes and said in a panicked voice, "I really am... in your world."
This is a big trouble.
Since the Lord God can set his initial luck value of 1 to 1000000000, and 1000000000 can only be displayed as 0 on the panel, it means that God's world is not so perfect (after all, He is only three years old, how comprehensive can He be?), and is full of various bugs.
Eighty percent, probably, estimated, he accidentally triggered some kind of BUG when he came back just now, and dragged the nearest little sugar bean into it, and both of them went home.
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It's so unlucky.
What does it mean to get stuck in your teeth even when drinking cold water? A person's constitution is truly determined by fate. Sure enough, the extremely high luck values in the dungeon are all fake. The moment you leave the system, your true form is immediately revealed.
Zhuo Can knelt on the ground, looking at the little Tangdou he had carried to the sofa. His temples throbbed and he asked hopefully, "Can you still go back?"
The boy took another self-deprecating deep breath.
When He opened His eyes again, they were red.
His skin was snow-white, and the slight redness in his eyes made him look particularly aggrieved. Zhuo Can suddenly felt that he was a bad uncle, no, a bad brother, for stealing the kid's candy.
What does God look like when he cries?
Will there be thunder outside soon?
Isn't it the end of the world?
Can the gods from another world also rule over them here?
Is cross-jurisdictional joint law enforcement possible?
"I, I can't go back..."
The Lord God pursed his lips, tears about to fall. To prevent the apocalypse, Zhuo Can caught a glimpse of an unopened bag of caramel sandwich cookies on the coffee table. He quickly grabbed them, tore them open, and offered them with both hands: "How about trying this first?"
No child can resist the temptation of candy, cookies, and sweets, not even God.
Seeing the Lord God savoring the food seriously, the little girl stopped crying and felt that she had escaped a disaster.
Zhuo Chan, the hero who had just saved the world, breathed a sigh of relief and distracted himself with the thought that the cookies from three months ago should be fine. God wouldn't get sick from eating them, right?
The boy finished eating in no time and looked at him eagerly, as if he wanted more.
Zhuo Can asked, "Is it delicious?"
The child nodded.
God has left the omnipotent world and it seems that he does not have the ability to go back immediately. So here, the human territory must obey him.
Zhuo Can calmed down and opened the bag again, with each person (the god) taking half. The sweet taste of caramel filled his tongue, which was probably a delicacy that could not be found in the other world.
Even if there is, those people in white will not let the Lord God eat it with various reasons such as "it will cause tooth decay", "it won't grow tall", "it will be a picky eater", etc., right?
He looked at His satisfied little expression, with some cookie crumbs on His face.
Even if he is a god, he is still just a three-year-old child.
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Children are children, and their attention is easily distracted.
The god didn't care whether he could go back or not. After eating the biscuits, he asked the believer to take out all the other delicious food in the house as an offering.
Zhuo Can: This trend seems different from what I expected.
Who made him bring Him here?
Zhuo Can stood up resignedly and was about to go check the kitchen when the corner of his clothes was pulled.
He lowered his head, and the little boy stood on tiptoe, stretching his arms toward him expectantly.
Zhuo·Single straight man·Chan looked puzzled: "Huh?"
"Hug me~"
The child's voice was soft and sweet, as if he was acting coquettishly, but the following words had nothing to do with coquettishness.
"I want to check whether my next residence is suitable for you."
Zhuo Can: Have you accepted this setting?
"This lord"? Lord? He's just a little person.
All right, whatever God says is what it is.
Zhuo Can bent down and picked him up. He was very light, and even for a otaku who didn't exercise, it was no problem to hold him with one hand. So Zhuo Can let him sit directly on one of his arms and set off with a heroic spirit.
Living room, check.
Bedroom, check.
Kitchen, bathroom, balcony...
After all the inspections were completed, Zhuo Can patiently asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"It's just enough." God's mind was not there at all. "Believer, I still want to eat that."
"Which one?"
"That one just now." The little guy supported his face with his index finger and tried to describe it. "It's crunchy on the outside and sweet on the inside."
It should be said that the first bag of cookies, with caramel filling, was as sweet as His eyes.
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to find it."
It seems that He has found the first thing He likes.
Welcome to the present world, Lord God.
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The caramel cookies were a gift from Zhuo Chan when he ordered something online as a new try. I wondered if there were any left, so I searched through all the drawers and cabinets in the house.
Zhuo Can found an unexpected surprise at the bottom of the cabinet. Just as he was about to call the Lord God over, he suddenly realized that he didn't know His name yet.
Does God have a name?
He turned around and asked the expectant little fellow, "What's your name?"
He tried to recall that when the Lord God had envied the vegetables in his bowl, he had said something like "Lily wants to try some too."
"Lili? Lily? Isn't that a little girl's name? Are you a little girl?"
"Yes, Lili!" The little fairy flew to the cabinet angrily, used the same trick again, waved his hand, and the biscuit bag flew directly into his hand.
As He tore it apart, He emphasized, "I am God, not a little girl."
What's the difference?
Seeing his look of disbelief, the god didn't bother to explain. He crunched the biscuit and simply stuffed the name information into his brain.
Sleep, etiquette.
Although there were no images, sounds or text, Zhuo Can still received the message.
Is this the power of Kamisama?
So the main god's full name is Mianli, and he calls himself Lili, which is his nickname. It sounds like singing when he calls it, which is quite cute.
Zhuo Can asked, "Do you know how to read?"
Mianli sat down on the cabinet and swung his legs: "I don't know him."
"...Then how do you know what I said is wrong?!"
The boy wrinkled his nose and said, "I'm just Jidao."
"Okay, you can babble, you can babble." Zhuo Can imitated his baby voice and teased him, "Then can you babble what my name is?"
The man in white had mentioned his name many times during their previous meetings, but Zhuo Can didn't think the god would be distracted enough to remember such a small detail.
Besides, his name is so complicated that even if you remember the pronunciation, you won’t know how to write it.
Mian Li waved: "Come."
Zhuo Can went over.
Mianli put the biscuits aside, and just like when she saw him off before, she opened her five fingers and touched his forehead, the scent of caramel still lingering on her fingers.
According to his previous experience of watching fantasy dramas, Zhuo Can did not close his eyes this time, thinking that it should be to cover the acupoints of the entire face, but Mian Li's hands were too small and were only enough to cover the forehead.
It’s definitely not because he has a big face.
Every time Mian Li "exerts his power", the invisible force will seep out into some tangible medium.
For example, it emitted a faint golden light between the color of his hair and eyes, and Zhuo Can could feel the part of his forehead that was touched by him was slightly warm.
This situation made Zhuo Can realize particularly clearly that the child in front of him, who was only as tall as his legs and whose hands were not even as big as his palms, was truly a true god.
"My mortal name is Zhuo Can." Mian Li withdrew his hand and emphasized as a matter of course, "Of course I am a god."
Fortunately, He is God, otherwise a three-year-old child would not know the word "Chan".
Not to mention three years old, even Zhuo Can himself could not write his own name before the third grade of elementary school, and always used the simplified version "Can" instead.
...Huh?
"I didn't say you weren't—wait, how do you know what I was thinking?!" Zhuo Can was shocked.
Mianli looked at him without saying a word. Not only that, but she also looked unhappy.
Humble Xiaozhuo online correction: "...'you'."
"God listens to the voices of his people and gives them instruction at the appropriate time."
Mianli is quite serious, if you ignore the cookie crumbs on his face.
There is nothing wrong with the words themselves. Zhuo Can has heard similar missionary mottos before.
But when it is spoken by a three-year-old child, in a very formal manner, it is particularly incongruous, as if he is reciting a text.
Zhuo Can even doubted whether He knew what these words meant.
"So what do people pray to you... no, what do they pray to you for?"
"So many." Mian Li frowned and used the god's super memory to restore every word without missing a word. "Some said, 'God, please let me live'; Some said, 'God, you really hate me'; Some said, 'God, this is great, honey, hurry up--'"
Zhuo Can was horrified and quickly covered his mouth: "Hey, kids, don't say things like that!"
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