Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Luo Chuan stood up from the ground, rubbed his buttocks, and looked helplessly at Yao Ziyan who looked away with a guilty conscience.

He didn't pay attention at all before, and then he was directly pushed down by the girl.

Under Luo Chuan's gaze, Yao Ziyan's face turned slightly red and a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean it... Well, can't I apologize? I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"If an apology is to be useful, what is the law for?"

"Then what do you say?"

"Since an apology is to be made, at least the sincerity must be shown."

"Sincere?"

Yao Ziyan blinked, not quite understanding what Luo Chuan meant, but instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"I seem to have told you before that it's common sense to show your belly when you apologize...cough, showing your belly."

"…"

"Hey hey hey, why are you still biting?"

"It was you who bit me!"

After a while, Yao Ziyan sorted out the slightly messy clothes and looked up at Luo Chuan, who was watching Oxia's opera.

Somehow a certain boss seems to be always keen to provoke her lately.

Um…

Weird.

Yao Ziyan sighed and decided to ignore him.

【…

The magic crystal bomb whizzed past, bursting with splendid brilliance, and the thunder crashed down, leaving hot lava everywhere on the ground.

The knights roared angrily and galloped across the battlefield with their war horses. Some people fell down on the way, but the pace of progress never stopped.

"for freedom!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the voice was drowned in the flames.

The dawn of dawn appeared in the sky, and the white brilliance was quite striking in the gloomy night.

The war has ceased, and there is still the sound of surging flames. Painful moans traveled far along the cold wind. The air is full of magic burning and the stench of flesh and blood.

The girl sat on the ground, her clothes were completely soaked with blood, and the dark pupils reflected firelight.

Another girl was silently bandaging the wound on her arm, her expression was indifferent, and she seemed to be used to what she had experienced.

"A lot of people died."

"Isn't that the case with every war?"

"…Too."

The two were silent, only the crackling sound of the burning dry wood sounded, which seemed rather harsh in this cold environment.

"Robin is dead." The girl picked up a broken arrow from the ground and fiddled with it in the bonfire. "He once told me that a famous girl was waiting for him to come home, his dream It's buying a big house of your own in a small town."

"I remember him, he is still half a year away from adulthood."

"Um."

"A lot of people died."

"Um."

"…does it worth?"

"They believe in you, that you can lead them to end the darkness, to the dawn, and that's it."

The girl was silent and looked around.

Little sparks dotted the dark earth, and everyone was like a wounded beast, silently licking their wounds in the dark.

Some people gather the bodies and bury them on the spot, and most people don't even remember their names.

"They fell before dawn."

"No, they made the dawn come."

…]

"I feel that if it is not limited to the stage, the appeal of this scene should be much improved." Luo Chuan commented, "Those illusions created by magic are quite real, but compared to movies, they are far from enough. "

As a filmmaker, he saw opera from a different angle than the average audience.

"Well... what about the story itself?" Yao Ziyan turned to look at him and asked softly.

"A very good story." Luo Chuan commented in an objective and rational attitude.

"I don't think Luo Chuan's mood has changed much." Yao Ziyan whispered, "A little indifferent."

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people would have more or less feelings when they saw such a story, but Luo Chuan was acting too bland now.

Just like the spectators off the stage, no matter what happens on the stage, the spectators are just spectators.

"Why? I'm very emotional." Luo Chuan didn't admit it, and patted the girl's hair, "Actually, I've learned a lot of stories similar to this, but I'm just a little dazed."

"real?"

"Really, when did I lie to you?"

"Have you ever lied to me?"

"...Cough, watch the opera, watch the opera."

…

The doctor could feel that his flesh and blood were gradually being swallowed up by the growing roots, but this also made him temporarily forget the physical pain.

What will it be like in the end?

He had seen a similar scene before, nothing more than being completely swallowed, and every part of the body turned into nourishment for roots and transformed into another life form.

If you want to gain great power, you must pay the corresponding price.

Doctors are not actually afraid of death.

Of course, members of the Holy See of Annihilation don't really value life, otherwise they wouldn't join in.

The only pity he felt was that the dream he mentioned to the dancer before might not come true. Thanks to him making such a careful plan, the plan still couldn't keep up with the changes.

The doctor took a few deep breaths, and the trachea was completely blocked at this time, which was just his habit.

He could feel that the roots growing in his body were gradually becoming more active as he got closer to the core.

The roots twisted into a ball, forming another completely different heart in his body, and the rapid heartbeat sounded like a drum and thunder.

The doctor looked up, and on the top of his head was a huge root that traversed the entire passage.

Showing a deep black, the surface flashes with countless intricate magic inscriptions, unlike any magic inscriptions used in the supernatural world today.

If there are scholars who study the ancient history of Kolo World here, they will be surprised to find that all those inscriptions exist in the most ancient civilization period, and even only exist in legends. .

"Brother..."

The doctor looked back and whispered softly.

This is not something to be kept secret among the Oblivionists, basically any official member knows it.

The era of chaos has come to an end, and the giants and dragons have led countless intelligent races through the most ignorant era, until the appearance of change.

Now is the era of mortals, but the shadow of destruction has never completely left, and its footsteps are getting closer.

Mortals are like sand dunes before the tide, and they have no ability to contend with them.

If you want to change all this, you can only wake him up.

The doctor took a deep breath and put aside the messy thoughts in his mind. He could feel that he heard those dreamy whispers.

He is calling to himself, waiting for his arrival.