Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself back in the training grounds of Sky City.

Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, but the dust on the soles of my feet and the emerald blood in my hands all testified to its reality:

Just now, she arrived at a strange place.

"What on earth is Father up to...?"

She muttered something, dissatisfied with Zuo Chang's unpredictable behavior.

She believed that she should be aware of all her father's actions and know everything he did.

the other side.

"Bang!"

Inside the witch's cottage, an empty chair suddenly moved backward with a jarring sound.

The people sitting around the table turned their heads and saw Zuo Chang appear in the radiance, being pressed down into a chair by something.

He was also holding a rather large gold jar in his hands.

This is--

Could it be——

"A golden jar?!"

Everyone present stood up, their eyes filled with astonishment as they looked at the golden jar.

The strategist asked, "Your Majesty, has it been successful?"

Zuo Chang was still out of touch: "It feels like a success."

"How do you feel?"

"Because the whole process went too smoothly, with almost no setbacks, it was just a feeling."

hiss--

The group looked at each other, all hesitant.

Finally, the War Demon said, "It's normal for things to go smoothly. To be honest, I don't think that abyssal dragon should have appeared at all. We should have retrieved the golden jar on our first entry; that would have been truly reasonable! After all, it was the arrangement of the gods."

Zuo Chang thought there was some truth to it.

If what the wind god said is true, then the border region is the key to the "resurrection" of the gods.

It is only logical that the gods arranged it perfectly, with the whole process proceeding without any surprises or dangers.

The fact that a backdoor has been left open, allowing other gods to send in "a moment of divine power," seems somewhat amateurish—but this setup may be unavoidable.

If the border area is completely impassable, how can Zuochang get in?

"Crack."

Zuo Chang, with a devout expression, placed the golden jar on the table.

He propped himself up with his hands, interlaced his fingers, and looked around: "Everyone, if nothing unexpected happens, this jar contains the true form of the god... War, you come and open the lid."

The demon of war is crouching in a chair.

Upon hearing this, it cast a look at the mentally challenged man and asked, "Your Majesty, why aren't you opening it?"

"Who's the adult, you or me? Now is your chance to prove yourself. This is your first time entering the borderlands, and your performance has been far below the standards of a top-tier demon! I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself, and you still have complaints?"

"..."

The demon of war hesitated for a moment, not daring to step forward.

The reason is simple.

In that well-known legend, the king who opened the golden jar was turned to stone by the gods!

To put it another way, this jar—

Should we open it?

Long Ceshi frowned deeply. He had not entered the border area; he had only heard about Zuo Chang's experiences from the war demon's oral account.

With the god's "true form" right before him, he couldn't help but hesitate: "Hey... I have something to say, Heavenly King, but I don't know if I should say it."

Zuo Chang turned his head: "Please speak."

"Does it have to be opened now?"

Long Ceshi looked around.

He observed everyone's expressions, clearly seeking their opinions: "I mean, isn't this too hasty? Perhaps we can go outside and open it later; or, wait for a more suitable opportunity to open it."

Whether it opens early or late, it still has to open!

Now we're just one step away from scoring; let's kick it in!

Zuo Chang waved his hand and said, "There are many things that might happen if we wait too long. If you don't dare to open it, then I will."

"please."

The demon of war raised its forepaws.

"Generally speaking, please."

The potion-making witch was also cautious; she even secretly drew her wand.

Long Ceshi and Mu Suogen looked grave and took a step back at the same time!

They both sensed each other's movements, and at that moment they smiled at each other, feeling a sense of mutual appreciation.

Zuo Chang was completely focused. His outstretched hand had already touched the lid of the golden jar. Before he could lift it, the lid suddenly popped open with a "thud," hit the ceiling, and then crashed heavily to the ground!

A delicately sculpted arm suddenly appeared at the mouth of the jar.

Immediately, a little girl with long black hair wearing a white dress climbed out of the jar. Her slightly chubby face showed a hint of confusion as she looked left and right.

"..."

"..."

Silence!

It was indeed unbelievable that a child who looked only seven or eight years old was inside a jar.

But no one present dared to make a loud sound or move even a finger.

After all, what appears before us now could very well be a great and supreme being who has ruled the world for a thousand years—

God!

The little girl looked around and finally focused her gaze on Zuo Chang's face.

When the golden jar opened by itself earlier, Zuo Chang was startled and instinctively stood up.

At this moment, the celestial being stood on the table, but due to his height, he still had to look up at Zuo Chang.

She smiled and said, "Oh my, Zuo Chang, is this our first meeting? Hello, hello, I am—the Goddess."

A hand, white as jade, was stretched out before my eyes.

Under the intense, breathless gaze of everyone, Zuo Chang reached out and grasped the small hand of the deity: "Y-you...you are...the deity?"

"Hmm. What's not quite right about it?"

The young girl asked the question quite openly.

Zuo Chang felt the delicate and tiny flesh in his palm and could hardly reconcile the image of a god with that of the young girl before him.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Nothing… it doesn’t look like you at all. God, I have fought with you, and your image—uh, is very grand.”

"That was just projection magic."

Zuo Chang crouched down, trying to align himself with the god's gaze: "Just because you say you're a god doesn't mean you are, right? Do you... have any proof?"

"Witch, bring me paper and pen."

The gods naturally gave an order.

The potion-making witch paused slightly, rummaged through her drawers and cabinets, and hurriedly found paper and pen: "I don't have paper, will this pen work? This is all I have."

"As long as I can write, that's fine."

The god lowered his head and wrote something in the palm of his hand.

Finally, she held up her palm and said, "This is your ID number. Zuo Chang, now you believe I'm a god, right?"

Zuo Chang looked down and examined the numbers written by the gods; they were indeed his ID number.

I need to take a short leave.

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Chapter 283 I had no choice either.

Zuo Chang looked at the god with a complicated expression.

The goddess also looked at Zuo Chang, her eyes pure and bright like a deer's: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Where did you get my ID number?

"You filled it in yourself."

Zuo Chang was taken aback.

The deity continued, "Anti-addiction information is a very useful system; ID cards are also a good invention. Without these, I wouldn't have dragged you into this mess."

Drag them down?

Also reasonable.

The sudden appearance of the deity was completely unexpected. Zuo Chang stood there, unsure of what to do.

Even he, a player, didn't know what to do at this moment, and the others dared not utter a sound easily.

After a brief silence, it was Dragon Strategist who spoke up: "Uh... Lord God, you..."

"what happened?"