Hong Lin's first thought was:
This world is crazy.
A destiny weaver who was about to pull himself into the group of destined people, after meeting his benefactor, came back and asked himself: Do you want to become the messenger of [Prosperity]?
What kind of prosperous mental state is needed to ask this question?
Are all of you destined people so crazy?
To be honest, Hong Lin was not that shocked after hearing what Cheng Shi said. She just felt that Cheng Shi's mind might be a little confused.
But after observing for a long time and finding that Cheng Shi's expression and look did not seem fake, her heart skipped a beat.
"Are you serious?"
Cheng Shi nodded very seriously:
"Yes, I am serious. I am asking you, do you want to become a god? Do you want to take over the authority of Prosperity?"
"......" Hong Lin felt like she was going crazy. She couldn't help but turned into a big cat on the spot. She rubbed her face hard with her thick claws. Then she turned back into human form and repeated what she had just said.
"Are you serious?"
Cheng Shi didn't understand what the Druid's operation was for, but he still nodded solemnly:
"real!"
“I think, can it be realized?”
Cheng Shi did not say anything definite: "With their support, probably."
Hong Lin's pupils shrank sharply, and he tightly grasped Cheng Shi's shoulders, with a complicated expression, saying:
"Who?"
Cheng Shi hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "Death, Fraud, and perhaps Fate."
When she heard these three names of gods, Hong Lin's pupils contracted again, and her heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of her chest.
Looking at Cheng Shi's serious expression as he sought advice, Hong Lin thought of many things. She was stunned and suddenly blurted out in disbelief:
"God's messenger?"
Cheng Shi smiled: "Smart! It's that divine messenger, so, do you want to?"
This time Hong Lin did not hesitate. She suppressed her extreme shock and nodded with gritted teeth:
"think!"
?
Cheng Shi didn't expect Hong Lin to agree so easily. She was clearly cautious when he tried to trick her before, but now this matter is bigger and crazier than before, so why did she agree?
Honglin saw Cheng Shi's surprise, so she smiled too, but her smile was obviously nervous.
“Your question is too horrible, so horrible that I almost lost the ability to think, as if I had returned to the moment when the [Faith Game] came and all the strange and bizarre things appeared before me.
What, you think I don’t want to?”
"No, I just didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Aren't you resistant to [Prosperity]?"
Hong Lin shook his head and let out a long breath.
“What I resist is the inability to resist, and what I worry about is being calculated by Him.
But if you ask me if I want to become a more self-protective envoy, of course I do.
Otherwise, why would I continue to struggle in this game? Isn't it just to become stronger?
Wouldn't it be more satisfying to become them, oppress others, and scheme against others than to bear the pressure yourself?"
"......"
Your angle is quite unique.
Cheng Shi smiled. He should have thought that Hong Lin was not a indecisive person. She was a warrior, a warrior who dared to fight.
Hong Lin saw that Cheng Shi's expression was no longer serious. She sat down next to him with a plop and panted heavily:
"Quick, tell me what happened, tell me everything before my sanity leaves me."
Cheng Shi was happy. It was rare to see Hong Lin being unconfident, so he told her all his plans without hiding anything.
After a moment, Hong Lin's expression became extremely complicated.
Cheng Shi looked at his friend who was frowning in thought, and asked the question again, just like the last time they stepped out of the void.
"Now, do you still want to?"
Hong Lin did not answer him, but asked:
"Is there enough time?"
Cheng Shi was stunned. Although the benefactor said that time waits for no one, since He did not urge him or come to look for him, it was naturally enough.
Perhaps the gods are still fighting in the sea of treetops. It may take some time for them to finish their battle.
So Cheng Shi nodded and signaled Hong Lin to speak up.
Hong Lin exhaled again, looked at the new fortune-teller friend beside him, and smiled with relief.
"Cheng Shi, do you know why I believe in fate?"
"Why?"
"Because... I'm so lucky."
"?"
That’s too much, my friend. How come the first blow to me was a critical hit?
Hong Lin seemed less nervous. She lay back on the grass, looked at the lush treetops above her head, and told her own story.
“When I say good fortune, I actually mean luck.
I didn't have a good life originally, at least when I was a child, it could be said to be very bad.
I have suffered from irreversible progeria since the moment I was born. Can you imagine that when I was 12 years old, I had more wrinkles on my face than my 82-year-old great-grandmother, but my hair was thinner than hers.
All the doctors asserted that I would not live past the age of 15, but on my 14th birthday, a biology professor came to live next door to my house.
At first we didn't know that he was not a professor, but a black market dealer who was doing illegal biological experiments in private. However, he did use that incredible biological experiment to keep me alive. Although I became a useless person with no dignity and could only lie in a petri dish with tubes inserted in my body, I did survive and lived past the age of 15.
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