My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 1 Am I a God?
"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

……

……

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness. I felt a little relieved, but that afternoon I was laid off from my company.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only shut down the voices calling my name, but also see the scenes of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

After writing these few lines on a scrap of paper, Huang Tian pondered for a moment, then got up and took out a lighter from the drawer of the cabinet, which he used to light mosquito coils.

Click~

Uh-huh~
The twisted flames engulfed the waste paper, and ashes drifted to the floor. Huang Tian swept them up with a broom, then returned to his chair to quietly reflect on the changes that had occurred over the past two weeks.

The shock of waking up startled by a call in a dream, the exhaustion from fatigue, going to the doctor, being laid off after taking leave, the fear of hearing the call during the day, the ecstatic joy of discovering that one seems to have superpowers...

In just half a month, his life was turned upside down.

"However, it's developing in a positive, or rather, extraordinary way..."

With a thought, Huang Tian felt as if a switch had been flipped, and a multitude of voices calling out to him flooded his ears.

He took a deep breath and, following one of the silken sounds, used his mind to travel through the dazzling river of time and space, where a scene appeared before him.

In the clean and bright office area, a young man with a worried look said in a low voice, "Huang Tian was fired a few days ago, and I reckon it'll be our turn soon."

The overweight man in his early thirties sitting opposite him said helplessly, "Don't worry, even if the company's performance is not good, we still need to keep a few people to do the work. You may not be laid off, but I, an old man in my thirties, am definitely doomed."

The young man said, "But isn't Huang Tian only twenty-four?"

"That's because he was clearly not in good spirits a few days ago. Although he didn't make any mistakes at work, but... tsk, you know, plus he dared to take leave, so it's normal for him to be laid off."

Just then, a cough rang out, and the boss walked in. The two men immediately turned to look at their respective computer screens.

At this moment, Huang Tian had a thought, and the scene burst open like a bubble, and he withdrew his gaze.

"As long as someone mentions me, I can see the scene of them talking from a third-person perspective, but I don't know how long it will last..."

He interlaced his fingers, his mind stirred, and he looked again in the direction of a voice.

Time and space intertwine before my eyes.

The cafeteria on the first basement floor of the East Campus of Beijing Foreign Studies University.

"Wenjun, your boyfriend's name is Huang Tian, ​​right?"

A round-faced girl devoured several mouthfuls of satay beef noodles in front of her, thoroughly enjoying them. She then looked up at the quiet girl sitting opposite her and said...

Zong Wenjun nodded.

"Why didn't he come to see you off when school started? I was hoping to see what he looks like in person," the round-faced girl sighed.

Zong Wenjun asked in confusion, "Why did I need him to come and see me off?"

"Aren't you boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Mmm." "Then I should come and see you off."

"No, he's working, he's very busy."

The round-faced girl paused for a moment, then raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, you're really understanding!"

As she spoke, she buried her head and slurped up a few mouthfuls of noodles, patted her belly contentedly, and then her eyes darted around, "Little Zong, do you have more photos of him on your phone?"

"Didn't I already post that on my WeChat Moments?"

"Oh dear, you only have one group photo. I'd like to see a few more."

Zong Wenjun couldn't resist her, so she took out her phone and flipped through the photo album, where dozens of photos of the two of them together popped up.

The round-faced girl's eyes lit up, and she chuckled as she looked through the photos one by one, clicking her tongue in amazement. "He really is quite handsome. No wonder you like him, Xiao Zong. By the way, did he pursue you, or did you pursue him?"

"I pursued him, well, not exactly. It was during our undergraduate years. He was in the math department, and I was in the English department. Although we were in different colleges, we ran into each other a lot in general education classes, and then..."

"And then they fell in love?"

"more or less."

"And then what happened? After you graduated with your bachelor's degree, didn't he take the postgraduate entrance exam?"

"No, he stayed in his hometown to work, and he's currently in Changshi, Jiangxi Province."

What is his family's financial situation like?

"Hey Yang Ning, are you checking my household registration?"

"Hehe~ I'm just concerned about you, aren't I?"

"I think you have ulterior motives," Zong Wenjun said, looking at her suspiciously.

"Actually... it's Zhou Du, a senior in his third year of graduate school, who wants to pursue you... He bought a lot of food for the three of us and asked us to help him find out some information," Yang Ning said somewhat embarrassedly.

“He knew I had a boyfriend but still pursued me. He’s not a good person,” Zong Wenjun shook her head.

Yang Ning was speechless and didn't say anything more to avoid hurting feelings, she just slurped noodles into her mouth.

Zong Wenjun also picked up a small piece of crispy pork and began to chew it slowly.

"Zhou Du?"

On the other side, Huang Tian frowned slightly, but relaxed in an instant.

He knew Zong Wenjun well. The two met at Changda University and dated for more than three years. After graduation, he stayed in Changda City and found a company to do data operations, while Zong Wenjun was admitted to a translation master's program outside Beijing.

Although the distance between them has increased, their relationship remains very stable.

Because they are both very aloof and independent, even though they are boyfriend and girlfriend, they can go one or two months without seeing each other or speaking to each other. When they do meet, they feel warm and content just by hugging each other for a while.

Huang Tian focused his attention and continued to watch from a third-person perspective.

After lunch, Zong Wenjun and Yang Ning did not return to their dormitory but went straight to the study room.

Sitting in the shade, Zong Wenjun put on a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, opened a book titled "A Guide to Chinglish," her ink-black hair loosely tied behind her neck, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, her eyes serious and focused, giving her a detached intellectual beauty.

Huang Tian watched her calmly until the scene burst like a bubble.

"I started watching at 11:30, and now it's 12:30, a full hour has passed."

In other words, whenever someone mentions me, I can see the scene of that person speaking, and this will continue for an hour.

Huang Tian pondered the use of his superpower, "My superpower doesn't seem to be able to kill people, so what can I use it for, gathering intelligence?"

(End of this chapter)