I will eventually become a god

In the dark and dark room, there was only a huge rectangular stone table standing in it.

The stone table looks extremely old, with traces of oxidation and wear everywhere. It seems that it has been baptized by countless years and finally looks like this.

Three candles were placed neatly on the stone table, burning quietly, providing the only source of light in the dark room.

Around the stone table are nine equally ancient high-backed stone chairs.

At this time, there were four figures wearing cloaks and hoods, with the upper half of their faces covered by shadows and only the lower half of their faces visible, sitting on different stone chairs.

"...I said, do we have to meet here?"

"It's the 267th year of the New Era. Can you please stop promoting this cult? There have been fewer and fewer believers joining the cult over the years. Don't you think you're looking for the reason?"

One of them said helplessly.

As she spoke, she directly lifted the hood on her head back, revealing a beautiful and mature face.

"...Aqin, everything related to rituals is decided by the headquarters, and we have no right to change it."

A gentle male voice came from beside him, and Aqin curled his lips:

"Having a daily gathering is considered part of the ritual? Are there any rules or regulations restricting me from peeing?"

The man next to him smiled and said without changing his tone: "Theoretically, it is possible."

"Under the colorful crown of the Lord is the origin of all flowers, plants and trees. Those of us who have been blessed by God, the body fluids in our bodies are very important to the flowers and plants..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Aqin.

"That's enough... How come you can say such things without changing your face? I'll probably sue you for sexual harassment."

Aqin covered her face as if she couldn't bear it.

The man's tone remained unchanged, and he said gently: "I didn't mean that, I was just telling you the facts."

Aqin ignored him and turned to look at the person on the opposite seat:

"Professor, where is your precious student? Why didn't you bring him here today?"

The professor with long vine-like hair leaned forward slightly, and the shadows on his face faded, revealing the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged woman.

"Her mortal relatives have come to Maple City." The professor said calmly.

The beautiful woman named Aqin looked at her meaningfully and said with a smile:

"It seems that Professor, you really value that student... Okay, it's already this time and no one else is here. Tell us what's the reason for summoning us this time."

The professor nodded and said:

"Then, I would like to convey the message from the headquarters."

There was a pious look on her face.

"Seven days ago, the Lord of Thousand Reds dropped the 'flower' inscribed with the oracle in the temple."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else present felt nervous and their eyes widened.

Aqin slapped the table and stood up, shouting in disbelief:

"Oracle flower!? Are you sure it's not an incomprehensible babbling god like the 'Oiko Dream Matchmaker', but a physical 'flower'?"

She couldn't help but be shocked.

In the circle of pagan religions, there are some generally accepted truths and common sense.

Gods, whether they are dead gods or living gods, cannot directly interfere with the present world.

They are indescribable existences that transcend "strings", and the "person" they possess makes their existence form beyond the scope of human cognition.

If you insist on understanding them, you can think of them as beings similar to 'high-dimensional creatures'.

A researcher once used a simple example to roughly explain why God cannot directly intervene in this world.

If we regard God as a human being, then this world is just a book to them.

The existence in the book cannot recognize ‘people’.

And although people can tear up the book directly, they can't do anything to the existence in the book - unless they are the author of the book.

In addition, there are prerequisites for tearing up this book - you must first defeat the author of this book.

So, since the supernatural gods cannot interfere in the present world, why do beings like the recipients with the power of the supernatural gods appear in the present world?

Because the author of the book died, the copyright of the book became ownerless.

Therefore, 'people' can scribble on the book and start writing fan fiction.

And a good book has a complete logical chain and world view - when writing fan fiction, you must follow the basic laws and cannot write blindly.

Therefore, Ability God cannot do whatever he wants to the world. He can only exert influence on the world in a way that is "in line with the logical chain and world view of this world."

After God died, the real world collided with the other world, and the two worlds overlapped, causing flaws in the originally perfect logical chain and world view. It was much more convenient for the gods to write fan stories. They did not have to strictly follow the original framework, but You can add some of your own characteristics to the book.

Therefore, the recipients will appear, and the power of the supernatural gods can be used in this world.

However, the appearance of the recipient is only an 'indirect interference' by the gods in the present world. To this day, there is still no record in history of gods directly performing miracles or bestowing divine objects.

Even the 'oracle' given to believers was given in a vague and garbled way, and there was never any direct communication.

But now, the Lord of Thousand Reds has actually given a flower...

If this is true, then the flower itself is no longer important, but the meaning of what happened is the most critical.

This means that for the first time since the New Era, Ability God has acted to ‘directly interfere with the present world’!

"So! What is the oracle on the flower?"

Aqin asked eagerly.

The professor glanced at her and said:

"The headquarters spent seven days deciphering it and barely translated it into roughly understandable text."

"——South of the stars and blades, there are strange kings, two-faced sons, with the power of reversal, endless steel feathers, must kill them without any remaining power, how can there be no sound of the evening bell at dusk——"

After the professor finished speaking, countless question marks appeared on the foreheads of several people present.

"It... seems like I know every word."

The man next to Aqin spoke in a somewhat harsh tone.

"As expected of Your Majesty, the oracles passed down are profound and unpredictable. It is really difficult to understand."

The professor nodded calmly: "In short, that's what happened... Because the oracle clearly means 'South', the branches in the south have received orders to investigate the details of the oracle."

"I have conveyed the order, so let's disband... Aqin, please stay for a while."

After everyone else left, the professor came to Aqin and whispered a few words in her ear.

"Ah? You want me to show off?" Aqin scratched his cheek in distress.

…

In a restaurant decorated in a fashionable and fresh style, Xue Jing and her sister Xue Wan sat opposite each other.

"Oh~those two people are on the news."

Xue Wan stuffed a piece of sweet and sour pork into her mouth and looked at her phone with joy.

She turned her phone over and said to Xue Jing, who was sitting opposite:

"look!"

Xue Jing chewed the rice in her mouth and looked up.

There is a piece of news on the phone, published time: 3 minutes ago.

[Shocked, U19 contestants actually did such a thing in public——]

The cover photo shows the two teenagers in the waiting hall of the port, lying on the ground, holding each other unconscious.

I don’t know if it’s the posture of the two people, or the photographer’s shooting angle is too tricky, but the photo shows the two of them having a great relationship, hugging each other and sleeping peacefully.

Fortunately, the text pages further down were not randomly compiled, and they honestly explained why the two of them were like this.

First, he introduced the resumes of the two young geniuses and told about the old grudges between the two. Then they accidentally bumped into each other at the dock today. The origin and process of the fight, and finally they were both defeated by another mysterious young strongman...

As for the comments under the news, even though they were only a few minutes old, there were already a lot of rancid comments like 'recommended to be locked up', 'very annoying', 'I've been slapping them both for a long time'...

At this moment, Xue Jing rarely felt a little guilty towards others.

He can already imagine that no matter how much these two people deny it in the future, they will be ridiculed by a group of people who don't take it too seriously, and the CP label on them will become deeper and deeper...

"What a sin..." Xue Jing sighed slightly.

"It's strange that there's no photo of you in this news." Xue Wan took back her phone, looking confused.

Although I don’t know much about the journalism industry, I also understand how important a good-looking person is in attracting traffic.

Even if you are just an unrelated passerby, as long as you are good-looking and accidentally caught on camera, you may become a hot search topic.

What's more, Xue Jing defeated two young geniuses who already attracted a lot of attention...

Even as an older sister, she felt tired of watching her younger brother. With this appearance and his performance as the protagonist of the incident, as long as he was on the news, he would definitely be a big killer in attracting traffic.

Will these reporters let this go?

"Is it possible that I misunderstood the average ethical standards of the journalism industry? Is there really a reporter who would let this breaking point go by because of personal moral quality or image rights?"

Xue Wan fell into deep thought.

But she quickly put this insignificant question behind her and turned to look at the cat sitting on the table next to her, eating a steak.

The cat popped out its claws and picked up a piece of beef that Xue Jing had cut for it. After blowing twice, it put it into its mouth and chewed it. It narrowed its eyes slightly, as if enjoying the delicious food.

"...Xiao Fengwan is so amazing. I have never seen such an intelligent cat."

Xue Wan was a little surprised.

"Is it okay for it to eat this? The seasonings on it are all added according to human consumption standards. Isn't it bad for its health?"

Xue Jing picked up the can of Coke, took a sip, and said casually:

"Don't worry, it has always eaten the same food as me. There has been no problem. It has normal defecation and peeing—"

"scare!!!"

A trace of shame and anger appeared on the cat's face in a very anthropomorphic manner, and he made a threatening "scare" sound. His hair exploded all over his body, and he popped out his claws and hit his wrist.

There was a slight pain and several white marks appeared on the skin. Xue Jing smiled and reached out to rub her cat's face soothingly.

"Anyway, it's no problem."

Xue Wan shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, it feels like it even feels ashamed. This is too abnormal."

She looked at Maomao with suspicion: "This cat...couldn't it be the product of some mad scientist's experiment, putting a human brain into a cat or something like that."

Xue Jing was stunned.

This is also a very realistic idea. Why didn't he think about this when he met Maomao?

"Meow~"

Maomao walked up to Xue Wan, squatted down, and meowed loudly.

Xue Wan was silent for a while, then stretched out her hand to hold him in her arms, rubbing her face against him, her face full of intoxication.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, as long as you are cute, ah, my little Fengwan, how can you be so cute, mother loves you..."

Maomao was rubbed and glanced at Xue Jing with pride from the corner of his eye.

Xue Jing pinched her chin and smiled without saying a word.

…

After finishing the meal, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

His sister Xue Wan lives in the university dormitory, and the access control time is coming soon, so Xue Jing plans to say goodbye to her sister temporarily, take Maomao to visit Maple City, and meet the agent Wu Youqing arranged for him.

However, Xue Wan said unwillingly that she did not want to be separated from Maomao and wanted to take her back to the university dormitory to live there.

After asking Maomao for his opinion with his eyes, Xue Jing agreed.

A taxi was hailed at the door. After seeing Xue Wan and Maomao get on the bus, Xue Jing stood alone on the street with her trolley suitcase.

He took out his cell phone, scrolled through the address book for a while, found his agent's number, and dialed it.

As if he had been waiting for Xue Jing with his cell phone, the call was connected without even a beep.

"Hello, is this Mr. Xue?"

A respectful female voice came from the receiver.

Xue Jing said: "It's me, Sister Wei, are you free now?"

The agent is a woman named Jiang Siwei.

"Yes, yes, I've been waiting for your call."

Jiang Siwei said quickly.

Xue Jing smiled and said: "Then let's meet now. I'll send you the address..."

After sending Jiang Siwei the hotel location that the rich boss had booked for him, Xue Jing also hailed a taxi and headed to the hotel.

…

After knowing that Xue Jing was a foreigner, the talkative driver introduced Maple City non-stop along the way.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a rather luxurious-looking hotel called Yunlu.

Xue Jing took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay. After saying thank you, she was about to get off the car.

At this time, a figure flew from a distance.

"boom!"

The figure hit the hood in front of the car, and there was a loud bang, and the whole car shook.

The hood was deeply dented, the car stalled instantly, and the windshield exploded with a circle of broken white lines.

"Eh? What's going on?"

the driver said in panic.

Seeing this, Xue Jing frowned, opened the car door, and walked out.

"Damn, this girl is so cool, I like it!"

Xia Houshen climbed up from the hood and patted the clothes with a big footprint on his chest.

As a contract player of the Xuanjiao Martial Arts Club, his age has exceeded the U19 regulations. This time he is not here to compete, but to accompany the young man in his club who has little competition experience.

What I didn't expect was that when I was booking a hotel for the team members, I met a girl with a rare figure...

Seeing the strong buttocks, he couldn't help but touch them.

Then he was kicked out.

Xia Houshen grinned, ignoring the dent in the car he knocked out, and stepped forward. He was about to go back to the hotel lobby to continue communicating with the girl.

At this moment, a slender jade-like palm pressed his shoulder.

A voice with a calm tone and no fluctuation came from behind him.

"What, you want to hit and run?"

…