god of tomorrow

In fact, this feedback would even be given to Ox-Head and Horse-Face.

One day, Gawain might one day single-handedly form an army, opening the gates of the underworld with a wave of his hand, unleashing a cataclysmic disaster upon reality, with billions of troops sweeping across the land, polluting the entire continent into a second underworld.

"..."

This topic was somewhat anti-human, but Gao Wen kept his eyes down and pretended not to hear it.

The Lord of Death didn't say much. The living have their homes, and the dead have their resting places. He never thought of merging the two worlds into one, because separating them would be better for everyone.

In short, if Gawain wants to open the gate quickly, he either needs to find the remaining fragments of the underworld or guide a powerful soul.

The Lord of Death said a few more words, all related to the Ferryman, telling Gawain to make good use of this... Gawain said it was a sacred artifact, so it would be a sacred artifact.

After his gaze left the altar, Gao Wenli stood deep in thought. After a moment, he picked at his ear and muttered, "Did I just hear wrong? The ferryman can reverse the laws of the underworld and restore a cleansed soul to its original state when it first entered the underworld."

What a wonderful thing!

Gawain keenly sensed a business opportunity, took out the extradition device, and fired a shot to the side.

After the gunshot, the vortex of death energy twisted, and wisps of soul dust gathered together, igniting into a ball of soul fire.

Van Sen!

Gawain spread his five fingers and released the magic 'Summon the Undead', capturing the soul fire and adding another lackey between his legs.

Tie Niu and Ma Long sensed the bond between their kind and curiously approached.

"A sinful soul like his doesn't deserve it!"

"A weak soul like his doesn't deserve it!"

Ox-Head and Horse-Face both commented, calling them trashy colleagues and questioning their qualifications, saying they should be given the same employment contracts.

Gawain knew that Vansen was unworthy, but this was just a practice run to test the abilities of the ferryman. And it turned out to be a good thing. With this item, he could call himself the King of the Underworld and no one would dare to object.

Ahem, forget about Hades. There's only one sun in the underworld, the great ruler of death.

Fan Sen's soul fire was rekindled, his memories returned, and when he looked at Gawain, who held the power of life and death in the underworld, he was completely distraught.

What kind of terrifying being did he offend? No, what kind of person did his father offend?

No wonder this person can summon powerful undead...

No wonder His necromancy was unprecedented...

No wonder a wave of the hand could bring about an apocalyptic, underworld-like demise...

This is a disgrace to his son!

Fan Sen wasn't stupid; he roughly guessed Gao Wen's identity. There was no such thing as a freshman; he was clearly the incarnation of the Lord of Death on earth.

However, the ruler of death should be a goddess.

Oh, God doesn't care.

Seeing that he had been chosen by the Lord of Death and had the honor of becoming his lackey, Fan Sen immediately became devout: "Great Lord of Death..."

"Shut up, I'll ask you a question and you answer it."

Gao Wen hurriedly called for a stop, blurting out "Death Ruler." While Fan Sen dared to use that term, Gao Wen dared not listen: "What does 'Child of the Stars' mean? Which family does it come from?"

"do not know."

"Useless trash, what use are you?"

Gao Wen shook his head helplessly. Knowing that Fan Sen knew nothing, he shouldn't have taken any chances. He waved his hand to dispel the sinful soul fire.

“Master, I have something else to say. I still have treasures that I can offer to the underworld.”

“If you explain this in detail, and if you do it well, then even coming back to life isn’t impossible.”

"Your servant does not seek to be resurrected; to serve you is the greatest reward for his loyalty..."

Before long, Fan Sen confessed everything in detail.

Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, Fan Sen had one hideout in the university town and another in the capital city of Jinyao. Both locations contained historical artifacts that had not been handed over to the school, treasures that he had his eye on, and Fan Weiqi's collection.

In addition, there are some precious magical books, gold and silver jewelry, treasure maps, cash...

Tell me about that precious diamond.

"Goddess of Spring... Life... Only by learning the corresponding magic can the sacred artifact be activated."

"Master, I can lead the way myself." Fan Sen's soul fire pulsed violently, conveying his desire to be resurrected.

"no need."

The AI ​​assistant recorded everything and provided the route navigation. Gawain didn't need Van Sen to lead the way. He waved his hand and dispersed the soul fire, causing it to merge back into the underworld and become a mindless skeleton soldier.

Contract terminated, unsatisfactory probation period results in dismissal!

"Resurrection is a reward for those who do good; you don't deserve it."

Gao Wen shook his head slightly. He didn't know who was qualified either, but Fan Sen clearly wasn't.

Without further ado, let's go out and seek out nature's bounty.

Gao Wen rubbed his hands together, then walked out of the underworld with a smile: "One monster kill, multiple treasure chests. I hope the next quest trigger can inherit the will of the Fan family father and son and voluntarily hand over the treasure that I lost."

The Magic Corridor expires in half an hour. Gawain sits cross-legged on the bed, facing Hervy, who looks at him with suspicion.

Where have you been? You still know to come back!

"President, how about considering a pillow..."

"Shut up, or I'll beat you to death!"

"Oh."

"..."

I'm so angry! You're hopeless!

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Chapter 67 What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

"I'm back!"

Hervy, carrying her handbag, pushed open the dormitory door. Once you start booking a room, you're bound to do it again. Lily didn't scold her the first time, so she couldn't scold her this time either. Therefore, she was confident and had no qualms about it. She didn't even bother to look through the window and went straight through the front door.

"Goed to a hotel again?"

Lily sat expressionlessly on the living room sofa. She might have gotten up very early, or she might not have slept all night; in any case, she was extremely worried.

"Absolutely! We can't just sleep on the street!"

Hervy walked briskly into the living room, emptied all the disposable items from her handbag, and looked smugly pleased with herself for making such a big profit.

You can sleep in the dorm!

Lily was speechless. She took a sip of red tea and swallowed her complaints. The two-way illness was hard to comment on, so she decided not to. She guessed that Hervy and Gawain had slept separately last night, without stealing sleep, catching up on sleep, missing sleep, slept-deprived, or cheating on sleep.

So why did you two go to a hotel instead of sleeping together? Are you that short of slippers and toothbrushes?

“Last night, Gao Wen and I went to a nightclub.”

"puff---"

Herwi seized the moment perfectly, revealing herself the instant Lily took a sip of her black tea. She didn't mean anything by it; she just enjoyed seeing the aloof and innocent girl break down.

Despite all her precautions, Lily couldn't prevent it. She took a silk handkerchief, covered her mouth and nose, and glared fiercely at Hervy.

It's basically useless.

"Hey, Lily, why aren't you asking me what Gawain and I did at the nightclub?"

"I just want to enjoy my tea."

Lily picked up her teacup expressionlessly, and seeing Hervy eager to try it, she waited for Hervy to take a sip of the tea before twitching her eye and putting the teacup down: "So, tell me, what were you doing at the nightclub?"

“Lily, you’ve changed. You weren’t like this before.” Hervy’s eyes were filled with resentment, dissatisfied with Lily’s refusal to cooperate.

"I've spoiled you before, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to fool me, would you?"

Lily scoffed dismissively, picked up her teacup, and took a sip. A few tricks, one or two times is fine, but to think you can succeed in sneak attacks every time? No way.

"It's boring..."

Herwi complained, speaking quickly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Gawain and I went to a nightclub for dinner. Under my supervision, Gawain quickly mastered the chivalrous virtue of not getting close to women. Two young ladies tried to persuade him to touch their legs, and their collars were plunging down to their navels, almost revealing their chest hair, but he didn't even glance at them."

"puff---"

What the hell is that? Is that even a heart-protecting hair?

What's with advising someone to touch your leg? Normally, shouldn't you advise someone not to touch your leg?

Also, why did you two go to a nightclub for dinner? Did your condition worsen?

After spitting out two mouthfuls of black tea, Lily was in a terrible state. She covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed repeatedly. Seeing Hervy's smug look, she was so angry that her face turned red.

I want to punch someone, but I can't bring myself to do it. I want to have a cup of tea to cover up my embarrassment, but I'm afraid there's more to come.

It was all her fault. If she hadn't been so careless, the castle and her father's savings would never have been...

"Lily, please have some tea, I'll explain slowly."

"No, I'll abstain from tea today."

Lily glared at Hervy, annoyed. "I'm so sorry I can't play along with your act."

"He has no sense of humor like a young person at all. Just like that droopy female manager, when he smiles, his whole face looks like it's losing powder."

Hervy poured a cup of black tea. Lily didn't drink it, but Hervy did, taking a sip and saying, "Yesterday I pretended to be Gawain's girlfriend..."

"what?!"

Lily's eyes widened, and she gasped, "Isn't this too fast? This behavior will give Gao Wen the impression that you are easy to bully, and he will take advantage of you, eventually leading to you going to a hotel every night."

As the frequency increased, his wariness decreased, and before he knew it, they were lying on the same bed. Then, he would accidentally touch her hand, accidentally wander into the bathroom, and say things like, "I'll take responsibility, let's break up..."

That's what it says in the books!

Lily grew increasingly frightened. Hervy was currently on the edge of a cliff, and if she wasn't careful, her survival instinct would lead her to fall into the abyss.