I am a god in the secret world

Chapter 1-01: Mysterious Statue

"Bai Cha, can you... help me?"

Bai Cha was revising a paper in the dormitory. Upon hearing this, he looked at his roommate Yu Zhenzhen.

Yu Zhenzhen spoke hesitantly.

"What help?" Bai Cha asked gently.

"I feel a little unwell these days. Can you help me pick up a package?"

After Yu Zhenzhen finished speaking, she said in a panic: "Forget it, forget it, I'll just go get it myself..."

"It's okay. I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things. Just send me the pickup code." Bai Cha smiled.

Yu Zhenzhen looked unwell these past few days. Her face was frighteningly pale and she stayed up all night.

Due to Bai Cha's physical condition, his sleep quality has been very poor. Last night, he saw Yu Zhenzhen sitting there staring at the wall in the middle of the night. He didn't know what was going on.

"But if you feel unwell, it's better to go to the hospital as soon as possible. Nothing is more important than health."

Bai Cha touched her hair, spoke gently, and left the dormitory with his cell phone.

Yu Zhenzhen looked at her back as she left, pursed her lips twice, and her eyes turned red.

She looked down at her phone for a long time. With trembling hands, she sent the pickup code to Bai Cha, then closed her eyes, buried herself in the quilt and cried.

sorry Sorry sorry!
Yu Zhenzhen apologized frantically in her heart.

She didn't know what Bai Cha would think when she knew the truth, but Bai Cha was so gentle, he probably wouldn't blame her, right?

She really...had no other choice.

Baicha held an umbrella and walked slowly towards the supermarket.

It is cloudy today, and there is a light drizzle, very, very light. Few passers-by are holding umbrellas, after all, it is midsummer.

Unfortunately she can't.

Even with such a light rain, she would probably fall ill after returning to the dormitory.

She was born with congenital deficiencies and had no conditions to be well taken care of. Her foundation was already empty and compared to the dying old man, she was only 20 years old, not 80.

Yu Zhenzhen felt a little strange, but she didn't care.

It's just a favor. It's better to do less than more. Why bother to dig into the matter?

She thought indifferently in her heart, what love is like.

At least you can show that you can walk and move.

There were quite a lot of people in the supermarket, and many students were coming and going to pick up express deliveries.

It was Bai Cha's turn and she reported the pickup code.

A somewhat heavy express box was placed in her hands.

She took a photo of Yu Zhenzhen.

"I'm going back now, is there anything you want to take with you?"

Bai Cha asked politely and felt that if people knew what was good for them, they should refuse.

Yu Zhenzhen was tactful, but she said, "Can you help me open the package and see what's inside?"

Tsk.

Bai Cha didn't want to, but agreed.

This has been her life principle for more than 20 years. She knew from a young age that since she was weak and the only one left at home, many people around her would help her out of sympathy.

But that doesn’t mean this help comes without cost.

The prerequisite is that she must show it as gentle, harmless and worthy.

You must never become hysterical, sensitive, or self-respecting because of physical pain and suffering.

She should not feel justified just because others have helped her, but should instead give back.

Even though no one had ever asked her if she wanted sympathetic help, she couldn't refuse.

Otherwise, these seemingly good intentions may turn into: "Sure enough, after losing her parents, there must be something wrong with her heart. She is too withdrawn. Others are well-intentioned, why don't you appreciate it?", "Everyone is well-intentioned, can you not be so sensitive?", "Oh, don't bother with her, she is just in poor health and has a bad temper."

That means she doesn't know what's good for her.

But the kindness of these people is indeed genuine kindness.

Bai Cha borrowed a knife and cut open the package.

Inside is a statue.

Bai Cha was a little surprised because the statue looked very weird.

It looks like a Buddha statue, sitting on a lotus platform, with his hands in the Buddhist seal, but his expression does not have the compassion that a Buddha statue should have.

Instead, he stared at her coldly, revealing unspeakable malice.

Bai Cha subconsciously shivered and felt the temperature around him drop a lot in an instant, and the sound seemed to disappear.

There is only this Buddha statue left in front of me.

The Buddha's eyeballs seemed to move, and she felt a suffocating sense of oppression, as if she was locked and marked by something.

The coldness that came over her like a tide almost made her face turn pale in an instant. Her heart was beating wildly and her breathing began to become rapid.

She instinctively wanted to cover her chest to suppress the heart that was about to jump out of her chest, but she couldn't move.

There were also some strange whispers in my ears, like Buddhist chants, but when I listened carefully, they were not.

The voice was clearly calling her in a low voice.

"White tea, white tea, white tea, white tea..."

The sound became louder and louder, and Bai Cha's heart beat at a terrifying speed. The tearing pain in her heart made her completely lose consciousness.

……

Bai Cha didn't know when she regained consciousness. She just felt like she had fallen into an icy lake, wet and cold.

The coldness gradually made her consciousness clear.

"Tsk, you're finally awake? You're the only one missing, hurry up and get up and catch up!" A slightly irritated female voice sounded in her ears.

Bai Cha moved, only in time to see the back of a woman leaving.

She glanced at the room. It was neither her dormitory nor a hospital.

It's a bit like a small hotel.

Bai Cha sat up, feeling stiffer and more tired than usual, and having a headache. He touched his forehead and found that he had a fever, but it shouldn't be high, probably around 37 degrees.

She basically has a fever 2 to 3 times a month, and her temperature can be accurately estimated without a thermometer.

She didn't care. Where she was now might be more important than her often sick body.

And at this moment, a line of words suddenly floated over.

[Yo, this new guy is pretty, but he doesn’t look like he’ll live long]

Bai Cha looked over calmly.

It’s a...high-tech panel?

She sensed something and touched it.

【Name: Baicha.

Age: 20.

Gender: Female.

Exclusive skills are being generated for you, please wait patiently. 】

game?

Before she had time to figure it out, the door was pushed open violently.

The woman who had just walked out stood there with a sullen look on her face.

"I told you to come out and follow me. What are you doing here? Are you a newcomer?"

Bai Cha raised her eyes, and because of the fever, the sickness on her face was very obvious.

After just taking a quick glance at the interface, she already had countless guesses in her mind.

So she gave a gentle and timid smile and asked, "Excuse me, where is this place?"

The woman's face suddenly darkened and she looked at her.

"Fuck, there's actually a newcomer in the A-level book."

She was very impatient and turned around to leave, but after hesitating for a moment she turned back with a cold and hard tone.

"If you don't want to die, come with me. Don't talk too much. There's a bald guy outside. Don't let him know you're new."

Update time: 19:00-21:00 at night, about two chapters per day

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