Miss Serena's daily rent collection in American comics

"AD...2012???" Hao Nan was completely confused by the barrage of comments. He was really speechless.

[Oh my, the protagonist finally spoke. I thought he was mute before.]

[Eh? It's really a Chinese dub. But the dubbing is pretty awesome, it sounds very suitable for the image of this loser, there is no sense of disobedience]

“What the hell is this???” The barrage of comments almost made Haonan spit out blood. It’s already 8, and he has no idea what these people who claim to be from 2018 years ago are doing.

[Fuck! 66666, they can even curse at this level, and this episode was actually allowed to be broadcast]

[By the way, did you notice what's behind the protagonist? The light is a little dim, and the filter is too strong, so I can't see it at all.]

Behind me? Is there something behind me? ? ? Turning his head in confusion, Hao Nan saw a bloody mouth biting towards him...

[Ah, there is no shadow priest! Awesome! This is really awesome]

[The protagonist dies in the first episode? ? ? A masterpiece! A true masterpiece! I don’t believe anyone dares to play like this]

【666666666】

[I'm so shocked that I can't even speak. Such an old routine is still being used, but the protagonist dies in the first episode. This is too unique.]

[Let's make a bet, I will be resurrected later]

[So, are you betting on women's clothing or penis?]

[I think in order to maintain the atmosphere of this masterpiece, the production team will definitely change the protagonist. After all, this protagonist is too loser, and nowadays, I am afraid that only elementary school students like those loser counterattack pretentious face-slapping stories.]

[The previous analysis is reasonable, I agree]

What the hell...

What the fuck is going on...

Haonan, whose neck had been completely broken, fell in a pool of blood and struggled to death. He never figured out how he died. It was like...living in a dream. The first time he got his salary, the first time he was selected by the department, two different kinds of happiness that should have brought greater happiness, why...he died?

'Confirmed, host has died, new host is being screened...'

'Masterpiece system is transmitting, current Masterpiece energy: 1 point.'

(PS: Think for a moment, then stretch out a hand, put it in the bowl and start waiting for the ticket.)

(PS2: If you vote for us, you can adopt a tail and take it home!)

(PS3: Then a super loud sound was made...)

Chapter 340: Miss Abigail is not motivated

Ebolon, or Evolve...

I don't know if it's homophonic or something else, but the first day Abigail learned the name of this world from a preschool textbook, he found that it seemed very close to the English word "evolution".

According to the legend of this world, the name Ebolon was what the God of Creation said to the first life in this universe when he created it. After the life died, its remains turned into stars in the universe. The largest and brightest one among them was the planet named Ebolon.

But anyone with a little knowledge of astronomy should be able to tell that this legend uses extremely exaggerated and illogical rhetoric. Because the planets themselves reflect the light of the stars, there is no such thing as the largest and brightest planet. But what she couldn't understand the most was that when everyone knew that what they were standing on was actually a ball, there were still people who firmly believed that it was the "largest and brightest" in the universe. There were many strange things in this that Abigail couldn't explain at all, just like a civilization that was about to advance to understand the relationship between itself and the external environment, but was forcibly interrupted.

After investigation, Abigail found that the academic research in this world is at the level of the Middle Ages on Earth, and is at a delicate node of moving towards the Victorian era. However, according to many legends and myths, the world of Ebolon has been stuck in this place for at least 1 years. Even the large-scale appearance of gods was only 12000 years ago.

Abigail had no idea what had happened during these ten thousand years.

She had once asked Hades about the 1 years, but the old pervert was hesitant and couldn't explain it clearly. years is not a long time unit for the gods of the Ebolon world. So the other party's cover-up made Abigail smell something strange...

"I have never heard of the strange knowledge you are talking about, so I am really curious whether you are from this world."

If you complain about a certain god, as long as you mention the name, the other party will definitely know it even if you only think about it in your mind.

As a powerful true god in the world of Ebolon, Hades dominates the entire underworld and holds the throne of the God of Death. Moreover, he is also the god of faith of all undead, liches and necromancers. He also has two avatars of medium power, one named Ereshkita, the god of death, and the other named Isis, the god of life. Both are goddesses, so Abigail is sure that this Hades is definitely an old pervert. Under normal circumstances, he is like a cat in the underworld and never goes out. Even if he comes out, he will not wander around the world of Ebolon.

After all, there are still many planets in this universe covered by the Ebolon pantheon, tens of thousands of gods, and tens of thousands of upper planes...

"I said it a long time ago, I am not from this world."

Faced with the God of the Underworld who suddenly appeared beside him and joked, Abigail was not surprised at all. Instead, he rolled his eyes at him.

"Ha! You're telling jokes again. How on earth do you know what jokes I want to hear and when?"

Unfortunately, no matter how many times he said the answer, no one believed it, and that alone made Abigail completely helpless...

"Let's calculate the time... We have known each other for more than 20 years."

Seeing that Abigail ignored him, Hades did not seem angry at all for being ignored. Instead, he moved closer.

"If you have something to say, just tell me. Can't you see I'm working on something?"

The relationship between Abigail and Hades can be summarized as, just because he looked at you more in the crowd. After all, in this world where a brick thrown casually can hit a passing god. Even if you are just a mortal, it is easy to get along with a god and become friends. Among these mortals, there are some guys who can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods with their mortal bodies. Abigail himself is one of them.

"The dragon slayer of Kalevala is dead."

"uh-huh."

"But he died of old age."

"and then?"

"Forehead......"

At that time, the God of the Underworld was so choked by Abigail's two words that he didn't know how to start again for a long time.

"Are you sure you don't want to be crowned as a god? No matter how long the life of an ordinary creature is, it is only a blink of an eye for the whole world and us. And I am the original god of death. I have occupied countless god positions over the past tens of millions of years. Almost everything related to death is in my control. So..."

However, before Hades could finish his words, he was interrupted by Abigail.

"But none of your god positions are useful to me. You should know very well what kind of power I hold."

Hearing this, Hades fell into rare silence.

The so-called "secrets" and "legends" about Abigail Aken have long been circulating on this continent. Some people say she is a witch, and some say she is a god. But only she herself knows that she... is actually a time traveler.

As an American comics translator with an official background, she died suddenly on the spot due to myocardial infarction while proofreading a famous DC comic book all night. Although this incident was to some extent her own fault, she really didn't expect that she would die suddenly from staying up late at the age of 996. Isn't this the age when most fresh graduates turn into overworked office workers? Staying up late is so normal in this society where is a blessing.

But the problem is, she really died. And she died when I was helping to proofread the simplified Chinese version of the comics...

Although it is a bit regrettable that she did not die in front of her beloved soul-like game, fortunately after her death she followed the old path of her x-point predecessors - traveling through time and space to the body of a person from another world.

As for why he chose the name Abigail, it was mainly to commemorate his sudden death in his previous life.

By the way, the body she was using at this time was originally owned by a necromancer. When the deadline was approaching and he was ready to try to turn his bicycle into a motorcycle and summon a demon from another dimension to extend his life, he did not recite the spell correctly and summoned her as a time traveler. Then he got angry and died of a myocardial infarction on the spot. Not only did he not leave her with any memory, he didn't even have time to say what the worldview of this alien world was for the first time, and he died with a "gaa". As a result, she spent half a year learning necromancy in that maze-like cellar, and finally summoned a few little skeletons to rob a small town library, and then she barely figured out what kind of world she had come to.

As for your question about why she doesn't go out... To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that she was influenced by some fantasy novels, she would have known that the original owner of her body was a necromancer. In this pure Western fantasy world view, you, a necromancer, are running around outside. Are you dissatisfied with the Inquisition for lack of performance, or are you thinking that the lords and priests are blind?

To use an inappropriate metaphor, you are like a group of moving second-class merit soldiers walking in front of the armed police.

What's more, as a time traveler, she also didn't get the thing that all her predecessors should have.

Fortunately, there is always a way out. When she realized that there seemed to be some very subtle idealistic forces in this world, just like the strange situation in the Warhammer universe next door where the engine stalled and could be restarted by peeing in it and striking a match, she also obtained the biggest cheat since she traveled through time...

"I can create and replicate all matter that exists or does not exist in this world, and the throne of creation belongs to the God of Creation. Your thrones are of no use to me."

Faced with Abigail's words, Hades had no better solution.

"But you can't just keep waiting like this. The next solar era will take at least 200 billion years. With your Banach paradox, you won't be able to wait for the natural succession of the throne of the God of Creation until the Ebolon world is destroyed."

In this regard, Hades seemed to have no better solution except to worry about it. Because the throne of creation belonged to the God of Creation, and the throne of destruction had never been successfully occupied by anyone until now.

"That's called the Banach-Tarski theorem, the paradox of the divided ball. But this is just the product of my early demonstration at the beginning of my research. Its principle is actually very simple, which is to turn an object in three-dimensional space into a super dictionary, decompose its parts, and finally turn it into a whole object. And I already have a brand new spell, it does not belong to the magic network, and it can even be said to be zero consumption. You are anxious, but it's just because you don't understand the essence of your existence here. And I... have already figured out your form of existence."

"Rather than being gods, you guys are the embodiment of a certain faith. The believers bring you unparalleled power, but they also strangle your path to the top. Take the group of gods who rely on pyramid schemes to spread and frantically expand the number of their believers, for example. Their power comes from the worship of their believers. This may sound a little unmaterialistic, but these gods do rely on the prayers of their believers to gain power far beyond their own limits..."

(PS: I’m so hungry! Without money, my tail has shrunk a lot!)

(PS2: So a civilization without votes... is a bad civilization!)

Chapter 341 Some travelers only transform halfway

Come on, stop everything you are doing. Leave only the throbbing in your chest and look at me.

Stealing is neither destruction nor plunder, but a particularly sweet vice, an alloy of secrecy, felony, mischief, and horror, like Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights.

Non-stop stealing is an ultimate pleasure that gambles one's life on, and it is a sensual hell from which one can never escape.

Psychological explanation? Unknown...

Who is the slave? Who is the master? Is God caring about us? Or is God abandoning us?

Only stealing can make people forget everything, leaving only a trace of aftertaste.

Don't speak, just run away. Don't run away, just hide. If you are found, punish me. After the punishment, kill me...

But you are a fragile man, there is nothing you can steal from you. You are just an empty shell, just like me...

So, if you want to look at me, stop everything and just keep your heart beating...

"Fuck..."

Looking at the huge bulges on his chest, and then at the four words "Selection Completed" floating on the 4K screen in front of him, Han Yu suddenly realized what had just happened. He felt that his mood at the moment was as turbulent as a surging river, and it was impossible to describe it with a few words or sentences...

Did you ask him if he was happy?

Of course I was happy. The thing in front of me was probably a system! How could anyone in this day and age not have read some online novels? What kind of caveman must that be!

So will he still be sad?

That was definitely a river of sadness! He never imagined that his self-deprecating words, which were just jokes, would be taken seriously by this damn system...

He, Han Yu, is an ordinary unemployed male college student. After another failed resume submission, he was frustrated and scrolled through the animation page of a large gay dating website, abbreviated as BIZ. At that time, he didn't know what he was thinking. He just clicked on this and that, and then inexplicably clicked into his childhood memories - Yu Yu Hakusho. With the idea that it was okay to click in and review his youthful and frivolous period, he began to watch the animation that he had long ago finished from the beginning episode by episode...

As a result, something unexpected happened at this time...

I still remember that at that time, he had just watched the 23rd episode, which was when the three ghosts first appeared. He looked at the Meiyou ghost on the screen and said with special sigh. How nice it would be if I could become a woman, without having to work hard, just need to find a rich man, get married and ask for more gifts, and have someone to support and coax me in the future, just like the life that those fairies on Weibo dream of. However, what he never expected was that just because of this casual joke, he...actually became the Meiyou ghost on the screen...

"This is really a ghost! This voice, and this face... If you turn me into a ghost, then why don't you give me my abilities as well!"

Looking at himself in the mirror with elf-like pointed ears and cornflower blue lip gloss, Han Yu's face was almost twisted into a mask of pain. If he really turned into the monster with a male body and a female heart in the animation, he would comfort himself by saying that this was the price he had to pay for gaining power. Because of this, he might feel better. But the most terrible problem now is that he really looks like a woman, but he is not a real woman. But his appearance is seriously inconsistent with the photo on his ID card! If he really inherited the surreal and wonderful power in the animation, he could still make up for it...

But now?

Han Yu felt his brain trembling when he thought about interviews when he was looking for a job, scanning his face when he went out to take the subway, and meeting his parents when he went home for the New Year! No matter how much he comforted himself, he could not change the fact that Han Yu had disappeared from the world. You know, his original height was 192! And the ghost he turned into was estimated to be less than 1 meters tall......

Even if he went to the police station to update his photo and told them that he had been to Thailand and had plastic surgery, how would he explain the height issue? Apart from other things, he might not even be able to get by with the DNA match. Not to mention proving to others that I am myself...

"You crappy system, do you know how much trouble you've caused me? If you don't have some powerful functions, there will definitely be no end to our fight today!"

It took Han Yu a long time to calm down. He left the bathroom with a frown and returned to the bedroom of the rental house. He once again looked at the computer monitor where the text had appeared. Sure enough, after staring at it for a few seconds, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

"The current number of available selections... none?"