“Ding ding, ding ding, ding ding ding…”

The sky was overcast, and for some reason the originally calm weather suddenly turned into heavy rain.

Rain fell from the sky and landed on the viaduct.

"I... am back..." Chu Zihang lowered his head and looked at his palms, which looked very tender, without any traces of years of sword practice.

"here it is…"

Chu Zihang looked up and muttered to himself.

He will never forget where this place is. From the typhoon that year until now, it has always been engraved in his heart.

Looking around, Chu Zihang pulled out the Murasame from his waist. Raindrops fell on the blade, reflecting his distorted self in the water.

Mercury light came in from all directions, and countless dark shadows surrounded Chu Zihang in the light... standing silently... like a group of death gods surrounding a dying person's bed.

They opened their eyes at the same time, their golden pupils shining like torches.

Deadpool, Deadpool as powerful as a mountain and as strong as an ocean.

These Deadpools stayed quietly where they were. Before Chu Zihang could figure out what was going on, he heard a huge roar of a car coming from afar.

That's right...it was the roaring engine sound of the Maybach that he could never forget.

Maybach was like a wild beast, unscrupulously breaking into a cage that had already been set up with a dragnet, like a fly crashing into a large web woven by a spider.

I divide the sea and wait my guest with prosy wind.
An ancient and majestic song sounded, and the originally speeding Maybach was paused.

Chu Zihang turned his head and followed the direction of the voice, looking at the person walking out of the darkness behind him.

He was wearing a white robe, and underneath the robe were two pure golden pupils. He wore a golden mask on his face, looking like both a god and a demon.

At just the first glance, Chu Zihang had already determined the other person's identity - the god, Odin.

The raindrops from the sky never fell on it, separating the drops from the area around it.

"Zheng!"

Chu Zihang drew his sword from its sheath without any hesitation and entered a blood-blasting state, with the eternal golden pupils in his eyes emitting flames.

Anger, murderous intent, hostility, many emotions appeared on Chu Zihang's face, and then condensed in the Murasame that he had extracted.

Thousands of words, countless thoughts, when seeing God again, Chu Zihang had only one thought, kill!

Chu Zihang once chose to escape, but now he only wants to kill the god in front of him and chop off the god’s head with the knife in his hand.

Chu Zihang knew very well that it was impossible to fight the enemy in front of him with the power of an ant. How could a mortal kill a god?

But he had no choice. After retreating once, Chu Zihang just wanted to die on this battlefield, kill God or be killed by God.

The blade was unsheathed and held in the palm of the hand, with flames blazing on the insignificant blade.

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As the knife fell, the raging fire evaporated the water droplets that fell on Chu Zihang, and then was... blocked.

It cannot be said to be “blocked”, this word cannot describe the current situation.

Chu Zihang looked ahead, swung his knife down, and was then caught by the two fingernails of "Odin" in front of him.

These two slender white fingers were weak and powerless, but Chu Zihang could not think of pulling out Murasame at all.

Chu Zihang understood that what was in front of him was not a person, and what was in his hand was not a knife, but rather a whole that was integrated together.

"You may need some help." Odin, also known as Baimo, loosened his fingers and pointed at the void in front of him.

Afterwards, Chu Zihang, who continued to swing the knife, was stunned.

A lot of knowledge appeared in his mind, including who the "person" in front of him was.

It was an adventure or something else, it didn’t matter anyway. Chu Zihang didn’t really believe Bai Mo’s so-called “self-introduction” in his heart.

In a world where supernatural forces like dragons exist, if you casually call yourself a system, not many people will believe it is true.

"You call yourself 'the system', what is your purpose?"

Chu Zihang sheathed Murasame's sword and asked about his purpose.

The system, that is, Bai Mo, replied calmly: "Help you become a strong person."

"why?"

Chu Zihang looked at Bai Mo suspiciously.

I'm afraid only a fool would think this purpose is true.

He didn't believe in the existence of the so-called system. Chu Zihang had a lot of reason to believe that the system was achieving its own goals for something that came without any effort.

This is also true. Something that seems to be an intelligent concept and you, an ordinary person, say "I will make you a strong man", which is just as outrageous as an alien coming over one day and saying "I will make you the captain of XX ball".

If I were Qin Shi Huang, send me some money, V me to level 58, and help me restore the Qin Dynasty, I will then make you the prime minister. Abstract art.

"...I have two choices, and I don't know how to make it, so I'll leave it to you to choose." Bai Mo looked at Chu Zihang, not just at him, but at the millions of people he represented.

"I can give you a wonderful life."

As he spoke, Bai Mo snapped his index fingers.

"Snapped"

The next moment, the sky was spinning and the world seemed to have been thrown into a washing machine.

"Zihang."

A familiar female voice.

Chu Zihang opened his eyes and suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.

This is……

Before he could think about what it was, the woman in front of him quickly grabbed his shoulders.

"Zihang, that's great, you're okay, that's really great."

"Mom, what happened?" Chu Zihang said, and suddenly found that his voice was very "young".

Looking down, Chu Zihang understood what had happened.

I became smaller.

It cannot be said that he became smaller, but he changed from a swordsman to an ordinary student in Shilan City.

July 2004, 7. The calendar on the wall told Chu Zihang the time, if it was correct.

"Zihang, I'm so glad that you're okay." Su Xiaoyan grabbed the bed sheet of Chu Zihang's hospital bed worriedly, her face pale.

"Um, I...I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Outside the door, Chu Tianjiao walked in. He was a little panicked and kept grabbing his arm, trying to comfort Su Xiaoyan.

"Dad..." Chu Zihang just opened his mouth and found that another person came out from the back door of Chu Tianjiao.

Very familiar, his stepfather Lu Tianming.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving now." Chu Tianjiao saw Lu Tianming and prepared to turn around and leave.

But Lu Tianming grabbed Chu Tianjiao's chest and blocked him at the door, his eyes blazing with anger: "Do you know what you are doing? You took Zihang to walk on the No. 000 viaduct, and it was still under construction. You almost killed him!"

"Sorry...I'm sorry." Chu Tianjiao lowered his head, not daring to just look at Lu Tianming.

There was mud on his trouser legs, his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and there was a visible scar on his face.

Is this true? Chu Tianjiao is still alive!

Chu Zihang wanted to believe it, but he was sure that it was fake, just an illusion.

Chu Tianjiao has died on the overpass. He was killed by Odin. It is impossible for him to return to reality, and it is impossible for him to be alive!

“Real or imaginary, does it matter?”

The world paused again. White foam appeared in front of Chu Zihang's bed. Under the white robe was a golden mask and gold-plated pupils.

"Everything here is real. This is the eternal paradise, the Garden of Eden."

"In this timeline, there is no dragon clan. Chu Tianjiao took you through the unfinished No. 000 viaduct, and then experienced a car accident. He was covered in blood, and you survived the typhoon.

You are an outstanding student at Shilan High School, and the top boy on the school's list. "

"It's a bright and beautiful life. This is the life you desire in your heart, peaceful and ordinary."

"Fake." Chu Zihang clenched his fists.

It's all fake.

Fake?
Bai Mo shook his head.

Maybe Chu Zihang thinks all this is fake, but in the eyes of another group of people, the people represented by Shinomiya Kaguya, the world of this timeline is real.

Maybe this is an escape, but escape is useful. No need to worry about the pain of life and enjoy a good life in the Garden of Eden.

"That's one option, the second option."

Bai Foam snaps his index finger.

Bang... (End of this chapter)