Super God: My Transmigrator Identity Is About to Be Revealed

Thinking of this, Ge Xiaolun gritted his teeth in anger.

I only glanced at you in the crowd, and you're telling me, "What are you worried about? Just do it!"

Doesn't this definitely indicate a serious illness?

Ge Xiaolun felt very wronged.

Even just browsing the internet, you can encounter these scoundrels.

Zhou Mo: "???"

His eye finally started twitching uncontrollably.

Well, the bonds of fate are indeed everywhere.

In the end, the two of them still ended up fighting.

[Ding! System online.]

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Zhou Mo: "???"

"Damn it, would it kill you to say a few more words?!"

Ge Xiaolun: "Huh?"

"I wasn't talking about you." Zhou Mo pouted, sat up in bed, and held out his hand: "Do you have his contact information?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I got this from someone else."

Ge Xiaolun quickly handed over the phone.

"But what are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's to lure him out so I can get revenge for you!" Zhou Mo said with a look of disgust. "Besides, the Chinese language is profound and complex. If you can't understand the hidden meanings, don't even talk about what you're going to do!"

"Pah, you're the one who's gay. I, Ge, have always only been interested in women. Even if you're good-looking, Mo-ye, I'm not the kind of man you can have." Ge Xiaolun instantly realized what he meant, his face full of disgust.

Zhou Mo almost vomited from disgust.

"You still want me? Don't disgust me."

Open Ge Xiaolun's phone, find Liu Chuang's number, and press the dial button.

Before Ge Xiaolun could react, the call was answered.

"Who are you?" A male voice with a strong Northeastern accent came from the other end of the phone.

Zhou Mo cleared his throat and adopted a Northeastern accent: "Old Liu, you bastard, what do you mean by not paying back the money you owe me?"

"Who the hell are you? I'm Liu Chuang, nicknamed 'Man-Headed Dog,' and you dare mess with me?"

Zhou Mo: "Who do you think you are? You call yourself a 'human head dog'? You're more like a Chihuahua."

"Damn it, say that again if you dare."

Zhou Mo: "I insulted you, so what! What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty? Two dead rats on your waist, pretending to be a hunter? You can't even afford three dishes for a meal, and you're acting like a boss over here? Look at you, so self-important. Why don't you fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the Otsutsuki!"

Zhou Mo's words, to be honest, had a distinctly Northeastern flavor, leaving Ge Xiaolun, who was standing next to him, stunned, both excited and moved.

Master Mo is helping me get revenge!

No wonder we're best buddies who grew up together, surfing the internet, smoking together, sitting in the back row together, and even getting beaten up together!

Liu Chuang's voice came through the phone very quickly: "I'm going to fucking kill you, you son of a bitch! If you've got the guts, tell me where you are!"

"I was wondering why you're so awesome, able to take on whoever you want?"

"Just tell me where you are, and that's it."

"Dasheng Barbecue Stall on Weiting Road, come and beat me up if you dare!"

"You little bastard, just you wait. I'm coming right now. See if I can take you down."

"What are you pretending for? If you dare to show your face in front of me, I, Ge Xiaolun, will kill you."

After saying that, Zhou Mo hung up the phone.

Ge Xiaolun was instantly dumbfounded.

Damn, Mr. Mo, you used my name?

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and invite your dad to Dasheng Barbecue for crayfish."

"Dad, I'm doing this to get revenge for you."

Chapter 3 System, did you copy and paste that?

Chapter 3 System, did you copy and paste that?

Dasheng Barbecue on Weiting Road.

Armored vehicles and military trucks filled with soldiers drove by every now and then along the roadside.

Several shirtless men sat around a small table by the roadside, where peanuts, edamame, smashed cucumbers, and some barbecue were laid out.

Dozens of beer bottles were already placed at the feet of these men.

One of the men, with graying and thinning hair, spoke up:

"Let me tell you, the US definitely won't dare to fight us, but it will definitely let its allies spar with our allies whenever they have a chance."

I can guarantee that.

After all, the economic environment isn't great right now. This way, everyone can relieve some pressure and increase their spending...

Another man, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, shook his head.

"If it's an economic problem, then let's fight an economic war. Stop with the empty talk. Can small countries afford to fight a war? Can they afford all that high-tech equipment... anti-aircraft missiles, supersonic fighter jets, and the like?"

When the Mediterranean man was refuted, he immediately began to defend himself:

"You don't understand, do you? War is the most expensive thing. Even if it's a small-scale war, it's still burning money non-stop. And they can fight for years or even more than a decade, you know?"

"Fighting a war doesn't cost much, but if it lasts a long time, the cost will definitely increase, and the economy will start to circulate. Do you understand what I mean?"

At this moment, the third man finally couldn't sit still any longer and interjected:

"You're all too short-sighted. Small-scale skirmishes are unlikely to escalate into a full-blown war right now. After all, everyone's afraid that if things get out of control and escalate completely, triggering a nuclear war, who can handle it? Tell me, who can handle it?"

"So if you ask me, I think it will probably be a system of checks and balances in the future, like in science fiction movies, where they create some kind of federation and everyone goes to develop in outer space."

"Look at the current aviation technology, the manned rockets, aren't they getting more and more advanced?"

"By the time we're in our seventies or eighties, the lunar base will probably be built."

The first man, the one with the Mediterranean hairline, retorted, "Then tell me, why have the military been making so many moves these past two days?"

Do you know how many troops are currently stationed in our Giant Hero City?

"This!" Mediterranean held up five big fingers: "At least five divisions!"

...

Ge Xiaolun and Zhou Mo sat opposite them.

Listening to the three old men bragging, Ge Xiaolun looked at Zhou Mo, who was in a daze.

What's wrong with Master Mo now?

Why are you so often lost in thought after being hospitalized?

Little did he know, Zhou Mo had a hundred thousand mythical alpacas galloping around in his mind.

What kind of ridiculous tasks are these?

1: To accomplish a heroic feat of rescuing a damsel in distress?

2: Join a sect within three days?

3: Please eliminate the three-headed Tyrant-level zombie?

4: Interrupt the spellcasting, and while he's grinning, quickly tear his mouth apart—slap Dragon King Ye Chen in the face once at the banquet.

5: Help Ge Xiaolun win over ten school beauties and become a legendary playboy!

6 ...

"Damn, system, did you just copy and paste tasks from another system?" Zhou Mo was speechless as he looked at the task interface.

"I'm still waiting to get stronger!"

"The River Styx and the demons are like two Damocles' swords hanging over my head. God knows when they'll suddenly fall."

"So this is how you play it?"

[Ding, system online.]

That's it. Whether it ends or not, I've put the reward inside anyway.

Zhou Mo clenched his fists.

Hard, hard, hard fist!

Is this about rewards?

"Let's leave aside the fact that he rescued the damsel in distress once; that's reasonable enough."

"But what's with this 'joining a sect' thing? And what's with this 'eliminating three tyrant-level zombies' thing? The scope of your plagiarism is a bit too broad; you've even included fantasy and apocalyptic themes."

"And this? Tear the Dragon King's mouth apart? Where the hell am I supposed to find a Dragon King for you? Does this world even have a species like a crooked-mouthed Dragon King?"

system:【……】

[That's how it is, take it or leave it. If you don't want it, shut yourself off!]

"you."

[Ding! You have a task from the World Channel. Please check it.]

[Ding! This task is a "limited-time task" and will not be available after the deadline.]

Note: After accepting the mission, the recipient will gain the right to use the original protagonist's power once during the mission.

Presumably annoyed by Zhou Mo, the system promptly sent out a special mission, which caught Zhou Mo's attention.

World Channel Mission?

To gain the power of the original protagonist?

Is there such a good thing?

Zhou Mo quickly opened the world mission channel.

[Mission objective: The iconic scene of "I'm just a Kamen Rider passing by" is recreated.]

[Mission Reward: Wang Xiaoming's talent ability = Dimensional Barrier!]

"I rely on!"

"It's exploded! The system really gave me a huge amount of gold coins!"

"It must be completed, it absolutely must be completed."

"Just for the chance to transform into Kamen Rider Decade, I have to do it."

Zhou Mo immediately became excited.

Ge Xiaolun suddenly shouted anxiously, "Master Mo, they're here, they're here?"

"What's coming? They're back!" Zhou Mo was puzzled. How did you know that line? I've never seen you play Counter-Strike.

"That scumbag."

Following the direction Ge Xiaolun pointed, Zhou Mo immediately spotted Liu Chuang, a burly man wearing a red floral shirt and accompanied by two henchmen.

He was walking towards them with a murderous look on his face.

Ge Xiaolun quietly turned away.

I saw Liu Chuang take out his phone.

Ge Xiaolun's body trembled.