Looking at the dice flying out, Mark suddenly understood:
This is his choice.
No matter which world he is in, he is just a young man in his twenties, and he feels that he has just entered a state of great infinity and infinite possibilities.
How could a wealthy nobleman suddenly come out and say "First meeting, cute, single recommendation" to him, and then he would foolishly become his husband, and then spend the rest of his life caring for his wife and raising children?
Before traveling through time, he was fortunate enough to grow up in a peaceful country.
At this point, he understands that the power of mortals is nothing but illusion.
Even a war priest of a church can lead people to raid an earl's mansion without approval, so what if he is allowed to marry a princess?
If you encounter a female Tyrannosaurus rex, give her a "first meeting, cuteness, single kill" package, then there will be no place to cry.
He doesn't like to leave his destiny in the hands of others, which means that he is destined to be unable to be a good boy and fully accept the good intentions from 'grandpa'.
Although it hadn't been long since he traveled through time, he had already realized that this damn world was deeply class-solidified. Ordinary people could hardly find a way to ascend, and all kinds of "weird" and cultists were ready to move. When the force of the old order could not be suppressed,
When there is opposition, that is the day when chaos will come.
"Ha! Either I'll be beaten so hard by this world that I lose all hope, or... let me change this world." By the end of his sentence, Mark's words were as strong as iron, as if they had an impact.
Not surprisingly, Mark saw the end result of the throw.
【20】!
It seems that this magical dice has no intention of giving him the middle option. Either he will be mediocre to death, or he will cause a turmoil in his destiny.
Yes, luck is conserved.
Since someone single-handedly draws a miracle, there is at least 99 krypton gold sinking behind it.
Anyway, there is always someone who wants to be this miracle, why can't this chosen one be me?
With a smile on his lips, Mark slowly reached over and picked up the dice.
[Do you... believe there is a god in this world?] Dice suddenly asked.
"Believe it! I don't believe it either!"
【What is a letter?】
"When a person cannot get out of a desperate situation by using all mortal means, whoever can help him will be believed to be a god."
【What is disbelief?】
"When the so-called gods do nothing and push mortals into desperate situations, then they are just the most powerful extraordinary beings. When the world doesn't need them, then replace them."
Mark spoke so calmly and calmly, as if he was sitting in the main seat of a KTV and waved his hand to "change a batch."
This is the true God who appears in this world!
The dice should penetrate his mind and verify whether he is lying.
But these are the descendants of Yan and Huang.
In the hearts of the people of the Celestial Dynasty, the tool attribute of God is very strong. The third prince of the Dragon King caused harm to the world, and Nezha had to skin him and remove his bones.
The descendants of Yan and Huang can fear the gods, and they will not be lenient in killing gods and demons when necessary.
This is the integrity of the descendants of Yan and Huang!
The dice shook violently, and Mark felt that the biggest [abnormality] he had ever come into contact with was probably smiling.
The next second, the dice suddenly became extremely hot. Fortunately, Mark was not burned, but he saw a psychedelic distortion similar to the psychedelic distortion caused by high-temperature steam at the edge of his vision.
He knew that he should accept this power, but his body's instinct refused and told him not to accept it.
It's too late.
Thousands of sounds rushed into his eardrums in an instant. The noise of the aunts in ten vegetable markets was piled on top of each other. Nothing like this.
He tried his best to cover his ears, but he couldn't complete this simple action.
He even felt that he would be the first time traveler to be killed by the noise.
He estimated that this was the result of him challenging the realm of gods in a mortal body.
Obviously he couldn't see it, but the extreme noise had given him the illusion that his facial features had long shrunk into a ball, and his head might explode at any time.
This may be the legendary... seeking death!
Just when he couldn't stand it anymore, his brain made the most natural reaction for him - human nerves can create a shielding effect on their own and deliberately ignore a certain sound. This is the protective function of the human body.
Mark seemed to have activated the 'blocking' and 'blocking' functions. Without saying a word, he blocked out the loudest sounds.
Immediately afterwards, he felt that his soul was being sucked into outer space.
An ethereal feeling of weightlessness came from all over the body.
Behind it is the Blue Star where the Wright Empire is located.
In front of us are thousands of stars that are as bright as the sun.
Without the barrier of the atmosphere, he couldn't even simply look at the stars.
what to do?
He meditated hard, imagining that he had a protective layer like a space suit, and then put on sunglasses for his soul's eyes, completely ignoring the brightest stars in his soul's vision.
"Huhuhu!" Mark breathed heavily.
In the soul world, he does not need to breathe, this is more of an instinct and habit.
After finally getting used to the surrounding environment, he was surprised to find that this was not the starry sky of this world.
He didn't see any of the twelve bright moons in the sky.
Those existences that look like stars are actually souls exuding magnificent brilliance.
They flashed and flashed, the light expanding and contracting repeatedly.
Mark looked into the distance and found that the far end was all hidden in the shadow and mist. He realized clearly that those souls were too far away, far beyond the limit of his ability to interfere.
After blocking out the noise, the surroundings became very quiet. In this erratic atmosphere, Mark tried to contact an increasingly dimmer gray 'star'.
As soon as his consciousness made an action similar to 'grabbing', he immediately heard the other party's voice.
It was a sad male voice full of unwillingness: "Mary! Mary is still waiting for me, how can I die here! No! Goddess of the Night, save me, save me -"
Mark felt his pupils suddenly shrink.
This is a poor man.
But it is not the turn of a little intruder like him to save the followers of the goddess of the night.
He retracted his illusory hand of consciousness and quietly watched the gray soul star being completely annihilated.
Mark came to a clear understanding: It is very difficult for a person to make a decision that puts his own wealth and life when he has three meals a day and no worries about safety. No matter how good this kind of person is, if he is to become someone
As a believer of a sect, he will only be a shallow believer. Any accident can shake his faith.
What Mark is doing now is undoubtedly changing the current order of the world and poaching the corners of various churches. Each church may not like each other on a daily basis, but they can do anything from stumbling upon each other to launching a divine war.
Only in terms of preventing the rise of new forces, they will be surprisingly consistent - suppressing the newcomers.
Mark understood that he had to act cautiously.
Since the situation had not changed, he calmed down and began to observe carefully.
He first judged that the souls in the horizon that were higher than the horizontal plane he was on were often dozens of times larger than him. If he pulled them over, it would feel like pulling the moon down from the sky, and it would be stuck in the sky.
on one's own face.
This is so stupid.
The only individuals whose fate he can interfere with are those who are just like him and belong to ordinary people.
He ignored those soul stars whose light was too dim.
After two rounds of primaries, he still had to face as many souls as the stars in the sky.
So the question is, everyone's needs are very different. How can he ensure that he, the boss, can exactly satisfy the other person's prayers?
Suddenly, he noticed three small light spots floating in front of him.
Unlike other soul stars whose light is constantly swaying and even changing positions quietly, the three light spots in front of him are very stable, just like the satellites of his main star.
When he couldn't help but sink his thoughts and take a closer look, he couldn't help but smile.
This turns out to be a gift from Galian!
[Jealousy] steals the fate of the victim. This is the extraordinary power possessed by John Cannon, the three rising stars of the church.
Storm, Wealth, and Dionysus are three powers that Mark doesn’t like very much. Most of the power of the Lord of Storms is at sea, which is too limited. Wealth and Dionysus are neutral life-like powers that can be used as auxiliaries, but they are absolutely not
Suitable for core strength.
With the idea in mind, Mark began to carefully observe the light of those bright new stars and listen to the cries of their souls.
Finally, he settled on three targets.
"Let me see what these blind boxes can bring out."