Zongman: The post-2D era

"Feng Feng, Feng Feng, I brought Miss Yi here."

Feng Feng opened his eyes and the world and the clothes stood before him.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"13 hour."

"It seems that my condition is still not very good, but I will succeed in the end."

"Of course, the future has responded to you. My respected God."

"Yi, I know you may hate me, but don't say anything yet. I hope our conversation will be after you know everything, so let me tell you a story! The story of a witch named Yi and a god named Fengfeng."

One day, Feng Feng saved a cursed child named Yi. Feng Feng brought Yi back to the church. Yi was a girl who could only yell. So Feng Feng tried to communicate with Yi using a notebook. There was no progress in the first few days.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Feng and Yi began to talk in writing. Their conversation filled notebooks. In a blink of an eye, Feng Feng was about to complete the ceremony and ascend to the altar. He succeeded, and he also failed. But how could he be willing? His road to becoming a god was full of sacrifices and wishes. He didn't know how many cursed children died, and how much sadness and helplessness he experienced.

But he still became a god for only three days, during which he could fulfill his promise and his mission, and then leave on the train.

But he didn't want to. So many people died, and he went through so much. Then someone said: Your work is done, you can go. This ending was not what he wanted. So he designed a war to kill gods.

A priestess named Yi killed him and succeeded him as a god. She inherited his power and was revered as a living god.

When Feng Feng was killed, he used his last strength to stir time and space, which lasted for a thousand years. A thousand years later, a powerful and extraordinary god sent a ball of light, which was Feng Feng's position and power.

The divine power passed through Feng Feng's time and returned to the past with the information. That was when Feng Feng first ascended to the path of godhood, and all the tragedies had not happened. He would do better this time. And his story should not end in tragedy.

Yi just listened quietly. After listening, Yi said softly: "I am just a prop. The previous master entrusted me to you. I will carry out all the tasks you give me. Even if the deadline for the task is a thousand years later."

"Really?" Feng Feng looked at Yi tenderly, as if recalling something, and said, "Become my witch, Yi! Wait for me for a thousand years and bring me hope."

"The mission has been recorded. Miko Yi offers you a prayer. May all your wishes come true. The Millennium Mission Begins!"

"Forgive me, Yi!"

Feng Feng said this and closed his eyes again. In the church, Feng Feng woke up, climbed onto the roof, and ate a bun alone in front of the cross.

Under the twin trees, Shijie looked at the sleeping Fengfeng, then turned to look at Yidao: "Will you really wait a thousand years for an enemy who killed your father? You haven't experienced that long time in this life. You don't know the weight of what he carries. Are you really trustworthy?"

"I am a thought accelerator. Perhaps my thoughts have already gone through ten thousand years. Time is just such a thing after all. And who would love a father who treats his daughter as a beast!"

"Does this world have the power to restrict thinking? Did you really just send the memories and the godhood given to you into the past without taking anything else with you? What is the structure and operation method of your so-called prop system? Do you have any memories of your previous life now?"

"Who knows? I'm going to serve my god. Goodbye, Miss World."

"You are so welcome, my God. But there is a huge gap between liking and loving!"

As Shijie spoke, he tidied up Fengfeng and stood aside.

The girl in the church opened her eyes. She looked up at the boy eating buns in front of the cross, her eyes full of tenderness.

In the basement of Sumire Muroto in Tokyo, Shoushou looked at Sumire Muroto and the other person in front of him and fell into silence. After a long while, he said, "You said that you received information about yourself a thousand years later, and you wanted to exchange this information for ten thousand years of life from me. You should know that this information is not that valuable."

"No, I just want Mr. Life to help me collect the lifespans. There are at least 10,000 people waiting to trade their lives. And I have already paid the price."

"Nothing good will come of using me!"

"This is just a deal. I know that the East believes in karma. It shouldn't be a problem if I don't act as a "converter"!"

"I hope your information is worth the price."

"Lead the way!"

"Of course!"

As the time went by, the life-savers came to the fat man's residence, and the two opened their laptops. The fat man shook his head and said, "Finally I know how that guy did it. He became a god in one step, and I was scared to death."

"Shut up." Shouwu looked at the computer document with some annoyance.

The seven deadly sins, pride, and the loss of divine will.

500 years, space war.

560, defeated.

In 561, God appeared.

700 years without God.

Thousand years later, a time tunnel appeared.

The fat man slapped the table and stood up: "What the hell, do I want to know what will happen in the future? What's the use of just this little thing? You were deceived by that woman."

Chapter 16 The Great God

"No, she wouldn't dare lie to me. Maybe she could only send these messages. She can understand it herself, but it's hard for us to tell."

"That's right. Traveling through time and space is not that simple. If that kid didn't have the attributes of reality and illusion, he wouldn't be able to achieve the status of a Japanese god, let alone an immortal."

"Some immortals can still do it!"

"What are you carrying? Hurry up and read what this is talking about?" The fat man said anxiously, "That guy should have stirred up time and space and established a connection with a thousand years later. And a thousand years later, he threw the throne back to the past. This can explain this phenomenon."

"Wait a minute, that doesn't make sense! Doesn't that mean he has to live here for a thousand years? He will become a god now, and after a thousand years, he will throw away his godhood. Then he will take the train back? But don't trains usually run every six months? Where can he get so many world sources? And with his current ability, he will definitely fall from the godhood if he stirs up time and space. Even if he has 1200 years to live, and then rebuild and return to the godhood after a thousand years, he can't do it!"

"Indeed, time is long and it is easier to go with the flow than to go against it. Even if a thousand years have passed, he should not be able to turn time and space around."

"Either he had another fortune a thousand years later and became incredibly powerful, or he obtained other things, such as the time-traveling technique or creation. Or maybe it was the thing at the beginning of the message. Such important information should be very telling!" The fat man touched his chin and nodded.

"Divine Will" Lifetime stared at these two words, looked at the sky with scattered light spots outside and said, "This may be a practice method, and this information wants Muroto Sumire to keep the inheritance of Divine Will."

"I'm familiar with this!" The fat man started eating and said, "Those ancestors did this a lot. But the skills that the ancestors preserved were at the level of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts. What the hell is this divine will?"

"Perhaps it is a time-based technique, and it may also be related to attaining godhood."

"Go, what's so strange about it," the fat man said as he went to look for something to eat, "There are at least 8,000 scriptures on this kind of skill, and they are just surprised by it."

"Fatty, protect me, I'm going to take a look at what God's will is." Shouwu's eyes changed color as he spoke, and the fat man stopped and sighed.

"So much life, but it was gone in one glance. No wonder those old monks were so angry about your method. It must be that your attribute is life, otherwise you would have died long ago if you played like this."

Half an hour later, the fat man looked at the life with blood in his eyes and said seriously: "Is it worth it? What on earth is God's will? It makes you so persistent. You don't want to take away the opportunity of the younger generation!"

Shoushou smiled bitterly and sat down, saying, "I'm not that bad, but Fatty, your divine will is a little scary."

"Go ahead! I've got the wine and peanuts ready." Muroto Sumire hung up the receiver. This was a method she had painstakingly devised to monitor aliens, and it couldn't be used too often.

"God's Will" Muroto Sumire looked at the information in her hand and pondered. The same was true for the three geniuses on the other three screens.

“If God’s Will is really the time and the method of proving God, then we must ensure the birth, preservation and inheritance of God’s Will for thousands of years.”

"It was originally planned to get rid of him and take over everything from him after that little devil became a god. There is no change in the plan."

"560 years later, we were defeated. What are we doing in the future? Is the enemy so strong? Muroto Sumire, is this really all the information we have?"

"Of course," Muroto Sumire nodded affirmatively and said, "Too many cursed children have died around the world now. We don't have many cursed children left, so we should restrain them.

As the three people on the screen sneered with disdain, they severed their connections.

Muroto Sumire walked out of the liaison room calmly. He went to a basement and opened the door. Inside, Rentaro Satomi and others were watching Fengfeng who was sitting in the church eating buns.

Xuanhu Jin greeted several people and looked at Yi on the screen. She knew that mortals were no match for gods. The figure on the screen had been watching her for a long time. But maybe that person didn't care about her!

560 years have passed since humans traveled across the galaxy. 560 years later, they were defeated and a witch with white hair and red eyes appeared. With one move, she buried a civilization.

Recalling the sudden appearance of the scene in her mind, Muroto Sumire lowered her head and said, “Everything is as you wish, God.”

People nowadays don't believe in gods, but people a thousand years from now want more gods. But everything has already ended in this era. Our gods have already found the most important thing for them. Even after a thousand years, they still want to leave. And anyone who stands in her way is an enemy, even us.

Muroto Sumire knew it was too late. People a thousand years from now were destined to lose God's blessing forever, and she was powerless now. How could people change God's will? That was blasphemy.

"You're awake!" Feng Feng said as he gave Yi a bun and said, "This is for you. It's delicious."

Yi stayed for a while and picked up the buns to eat. Feng Feng's eyes were filled with smiles. He opened his notebook and wrote;

Yi, I'm going to pick up a few people. Please be careful here. If you are in danger, call me in your heart. I will be back soon.

After Feng Feng handed the notebook to Yi, he conjured up some buns and put them into a clean plastic bag. He put the buns down and disappeared into the air.

Yi quietly finished eating the buns and reading the notes, then waved her sleeves. All the monitoring equipment set up by Muroto Sumire was destroyed. At this time, Muroto Sumire finally understood what she would do in the future.

Gods will eventually leave, and the absence of gods in the future will lead to the extinction of the race. Therefore, only a thousand years of time and the lost divine will can give birth to a new god, the patron saint of those who do not believe in gods. Muroto Sumire stood up and walked out of the room. She wanted to visit the great being who could travel through time and space, because everything was under her will.

A helicopter roared outside. She was Japan's top brain and the first person to come into contact with people from another world. Now all the resources of all countries were at her disposal.

Soon after, Muroto Sumire arrived in front of the church. She clasped her hands and prayed: "Great God, please guide me in the direction of progress. The future of a thousand years needs God's protection. I beg you to give foolish mortals a glimmer of hope."

"Great God, please~"

After an unknown amount of time of begging, Yi finally walked out of the church.

"God's will is just a kind of will. It is something beyond science. So it cannot be taught. However, that person will solve everything. The cursed child will still exist after a thousand years, so this time he will definitely arrange the future. The difficulties you are facing are all due to your stupidity and greed. If that person can realize his ideal, then a thousand years later, maybe he will be different. However, after everything he has experienced, he may not show you any mercy."

After saying this, Yi walked out of the church naturally and followed another path into the forest to look for water.

Chapter 17 Divine Will

Muroto Sumire just stood there, because she knew that god didn't care about the life and death of ordinary people. She came from a thousand years later across time and space. She became the priestess of the cursed child god. But her god almost died.

Muroto Sumire silently left the church and walked into the laboratory. She planned to research a drug that could turn ordinary people into cursed children. Because ordinary people without the protection of God had no future.

On the other side, Feng Feng walked into a small valley. There were seventy or eighty people living in the valley, and the owner was a Chinese. The leader was only ten years old, and the only one among the cursed children that Feng Feng could not surpass was the representative of the sin of arrogance: God's will.

"Hey, who are you and how did you get in?"

A girl with waist-length hair seemed to have been standing there all along.

She was wearing traditional Chinese training clothes, letting her hair dance in the wind, and there seemed to be a gleam of divine light in her eyes.

"Long time no see, sister."

"You, don't talk nonsense. My father died when I was three years old. I don't have any younger brothers."

"Then," Feng Feng said, and he got ready, "Let's have a fight!"

"So you're here to cause trouble, that's good!"

Before he could finish his words, Feng Feng was beaten and flew out of the valley.

The trees outside the valley were suddenly filled with smoke and dust, and a large number of trees were broken. Fists and feet were colliding, but Shen Yi's mind was a little unstable. This is a big taboo for warriors.

Xingyi, Taiji, Baji, Tongbi --- how could this person know so many. And it's very strange, what is this feeling. Every time I fight, it's like a strange force rushes into my body. Is it hidden force? No, it's something more special. That thing is: myself.

Impossible, calm down. Concentrate and see clearly. I can't rush. He didn't intend to kill me, and his movements were getting faster and faster. Is he letting me win? No, what is he teaching me? That strange feeling?