Exploding God

The Tin Lo district is home to over 200 million thugs, the poor, and the homeless…

As a residential area for people with a comprehensive assessment score of 50 or below, from a distance from the platform, dilapidated houses of varying heights fill the entire field of vision, colorful LED signs and handmade wooden plaques hang from one end to the other, and crowded people walk on the dirty and messy streets, a typical old Hong Kong-style slum.

Of course, Tingluo District is somewhat special. Although it is dirty, backward and faces many dangers, it has become the largest machinery trading and repair base in Shangnan City after nearly half a century of evolution due to its unique geographical location and its proximity to Shangnan City's defensive tower.

Construct pilots certified by the Combat Association can prepare here before setting off from the defensive tower to annihilate the Mist Beasts.

For example, the aircraft whizzing through the sky and the giant red-winged bat are examples. The anti-wing fighter jet was hit by the sonic wave of the giant red-winged bat when it was not paying attention. After leaving a trail of black smoke, it crashed into the protective shield and turned into a dazzling fire.

Death is also a common occurrence here.

Wearing his high school uniform, Lu Ze calmly walked through the streets and alleys, and after winding around, he appeared on the fourth floor of an old building. A broken road ran along the outside, and on the inside were rows of houses of all sizes.

It was dark and damp here, with rats squeaking as they crawled along the corner of the wall, and the little dung stains on the wall had a dim yellowish tinge.

Lu Ze stopped in his tracks, sniffing the slowly wafting smell of engine oil, and looked at the shop ten meters away.

The sign was just a piece of a dismantled car door with five characters crookedly nailed onto it.

【Brilliant Repair Shop】!

Upon closer inspection, there's a line of small print written in charcoal: "[Also selling breakfast items: soy milk, tofu pudding, fried dough sticks, wife cakes, sesame paste, satay noodles, ...]"

The surrounding area is filled with neon lights that are so tasteless they're off the charts. From a distance, it looks more like a hair salon than a hair salon itself.

However, instead of beautiful women, there was a middle-aged man with stubble and a cigarette in his mouth. Under his overalls, his muscular physique was exposed. He was squatting on a scrap metal rack, looking up at the building across the street at a 45-degree angle. His melancholy gaze resembled that of a longing alpaca.

Amidst the comings and goings of people, he was both dazzling and lonely.

Several voluptuous women with bare waists walked past from a dozen meters away. The uncle's eyes flickered for a moment, then he took a deep drag on his cigarette, brewing up some kind of emotion.

"Tang Yingqi is here."

A soft call rang in his ear, but to Tang Hui it sounded like a sudden clap of thunder.

"I don't smoke!!"

With a shout, Tang Hui grabbed the remaining half of the cigarette butt in his hand and held his breath.

So the remaining smoke naturally came out from his ears...

"Hey, is Old Tang putting on acrobatic show?"

An old man next to him walked away happily carrying half a pound of fried dough sticks.

The thick smoke from that puff of smoke had turned half of Tang Hui's face red. He squatted angrily by the door, like a crab enduring the intense heat.

Lu Ze walked past Tang Hui with a leisurely air, waved a friendly wave, and then walked towards the stairs next to him with a smile.

Tang Hui nodded with feigned authority, his eyes revealing a questioning look.

As expected, Lu Ze responded with an affirmative look.

swoosh...

That was the sound of a cigarette butt being squeezed out.

Lu Ze felt no guilt whatsoever, because he knew that a cigarette butt with a power of 700 degrees would at most only cause the cigarette to turn red at most for this unassuming uncle.

Just as he was about to climb the stairs, Lu Ze turned back, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes, "Uncle Tang."

"Um?!"

Tang Hui, who dared not move, subconsciously looked up, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you." Lu Ze smiled and went up the stairs.

A look of confusion flashed across Tang Hui's eyes. Had Lu Ze taken the wrong medicine today?

What kind of thank you are you giving me!

and many more.

A serious expression flashed across Tang Hui's face.

Just now, it seems like this kid said Yingqi is back!

Tang Hui stiffened for a moment, then forced a bright smile onto his face. He slowly turned his head, and upon seeing the empty road, the man in his forties burst into a tirade of curses.

"Lu Ze, you little brat, how dare you trick your Uncle Tang!"

"My hands are burned!"

"Ouch, Uncle's hand is ruined."

"Ouch! I'm crippled now..."

The sounds of cursing and groaning, mixed with utterly fake moans, drifted intermittently into the corridor.

Lu Ze smiled broadly.

This seemingly greasy and slovenly middle-aged man is named Tang Hui. When the tower emerged from the depths of the mist, he was among the first to step into the Storm Realm.

He also has a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, aloof daughter, Tang Yingqi, who is two years older than him, a sophomore at the A-level Flowing Light Academy, and will one day be known as the Cannon Queen.

Unfortunately, three years after they entered the mist in the future, both of them died.

The reason for his death was simple, yet it was enough for Lu Ze to remember both his past and present lives.

The simple bracelet kept in the Battle Alliance recorded the calm figures of Tang Hui and Tang Yingqi in front of the sea of ​​fire.

……

"Aze, back then your dad took that bullet for Uncle Tang with half his life and became a cripple. We're all men, we've all been through thick and thin, so it's only right that I, Old Tang, take care of your dad for the rest of his life."

"But this time, I'm not so lucky; my enemies have come knocking on my door."

"You've probably died in the mist long ago, kid. If you're lucky enough to be alive, then live well."

"Are you done talking? You record everything before every battle. No wonder you're such a miserable person at your age." The tall figure in the pilot's uniform stood with his arms crossed, his cold voice filled with dissatisfaction. It was clearly Tang Yingqi urging him on.

"I'm done talking, I'm done talking... Dad was just doing this in case, haha."

Tang Hui smiled apologetically and mumbled as he turned off the projector.

This is the last image of the two of them.

……

That man kept his promise for twenty years.

However, even though both of them reached the 12-star realm, they still perished in the end.

When he returned from the eighth floor of the Misty Tower, all he saw was a city that had long since turned into ruins, and 100,000 Misty Beasts that occupied the land.

That year, Lu Ze was 37 years old and at the 15th Star Realm, Lower King level.

It was only then that he learned of the secret past between the two families.

Perhaps for the father and Tang Hui, being alive was their greatest comfort.

But this was not what he wanted.

Therefore, Lu Ze spent three whole years gradually reconstructing the whole truth from a single footprint left at the scene, amidst countless clues.

The Black Serpent Organization, the Gao Li Family, the Silver Alliance...

However, when he discovered the truth, he found that the Mist Beast had already destroyed most of his enemies.

The surviving Gao and Li families were completely destroyed by the Teregin family, which rose to power in northern Siberia, during an internal power struggle.

The so-called grudges thus turned into a ripple in the long river of history.

The saddest thing in life is wanting to care for your parents but finding them gone.

The most hateful thing in life is that time buries everything.

From that moment on, Lu Ze completely severed his connection with Earth, leaving only the title of "human wanderer" as the only thing he retained.

……

The dimly lit corridor was piled high with clutter, but the iron door was spotless.

Lu Ze placed his palm on the old doorknob, and his face, which had remained unchanged even when the heavens were pressing down on him, finally showed a change.

He was out of breath after saying just a few words. Despite his ailing body, he had taught his father to be a pillar of strength. Lu Zongguang.

Li Shiwei is always disappointed in her mother, yet she loves her more than anyone else.

Lu Ming, the younger brother who secretly went to work at the age of thirteen to help support the family, but was crippled in one leg after an accident, gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

This is the softest spot in his heart, the place where his soul returns, a place he has longed for countless times in his dreams.

This place is called—home!

He pursed his lips tightly and gripped the doorknob firmly.

When the familiar voice came from the crack in the door, Lu Ze's lips pursed and then curled up.

"Dad, Mom... I'm home."

The boy opened the door, revealing the most radiant smile he had seen in both his lives.