Lord, what do you want me to say about you?

On the night after the baseball game, several heroes from Demon City and I held an interim meeting in the living room of the college dormitory due to multiple reasons that were difficult to describe in brief words.

Facing Diana's criticism, I didn't know where to refute me, and finally I could only look away from reality. I remember that the ancients once had a straight eyebrows and faced with thousands of fingers. How could I tell the famous saying that my male and female is passed down? What I am doing now is just following the experience of the ancients... Oh, seriously, think about whether there is something wrong with this statement?

There are two reasons for recruiting temporary meetings.

One: Because I lost in the shooting duel with Lucario, I was forced to sign a contract to join the Brave Adventure Squad.

Second: I went out in the morning without any trouble, but when I came back, I was inexplicably promoted to the sub-god. For a person who never practiced martial arts or forged chains independently to operate the power of law, even though Luvika once said that I would do nothing and would automatically upgrade as long as the time came, this abnormally fast upgrade speed still attracted the attention of the heroes of the Demon King City (actually only Diyana).

It’s just that the amount that can be stored and the power of manipulated laws has increased as a container, and there is no need to make such a fuss. Luvika, who was forced to come out of the room by Diana, glanced at me absent-mindedly, and said an amazing fact in a tone that it seemed that the weather was really good today: the flames pounding in your left eye were your divine fire. Basically, as long as the divine fire is not extinguished, you will not really die.

Don’t bother Diana just now holding me and complaining. After hearing Luvika’s words, I immediately bounced off the chair in surprise: Do you think this is a divine fire?!

Luvika replied without hesitation: Yes.

Seeing Luvika's indifferent appearance, I really don't know when the Divine Fire turned into such a common man on the street.

It feels like you wake up one morning and suddenly find that the bald uncle with a three-layer tuna belly next door is actually a high-ranking angel lurking in the world. The wooden sword in his son who was running around on the streets and alleys with dog skin ointment is actually the legendary holy sword that killed countless gods and Buddhas back then... This illogical super-expanding plot almost makes people want to jump out of their seats immediately, throw the script onto the author's face, and then angrily cursed: ** Are you teasing me?

Well, I have to admit that sometimes reality is indeed more bizarre than novel stories.

Although I have confirmed countless times since the baseball game that my physical fitness is no different from being promoted to the Assistant God, I still asked with the last glimmer of hope: So does this mean that I have become stronger?

Negative, I have already said just now that you are just a significant increase in the amount you can store in your body and the upper limit of the power of the mobilized law. However, except for more precise law manipulation, you are no different from before. Just like to verify what you said, Lu Weika flipped her palm and placed a bright red apple that did not exist on the small table in the living room: in the simplest way to verify, now you try to use the power of the law to move the apple.

Several heroes, including Beatres without a hero's mark, all the eyes of everyone present were concentrated on me in an instant.

Let’s discuss whether I can change to another object? To be honest, because I always exploded Apple when practicing the rules before, so I have a little psychological shadow on Apple.

Then use it. Hearing my request, Beatrice squatted down and took off the fat man she was wearing and put it on the table to replace the original position of the apple.

Several women gathered in the living room just to see the only male in the space used objects to move a fat man with a body temperature. The whole picture was extremely strange.

Well, if you are fat, you are fat. It is much better than letting me use the rules to move Apple.

After taking a deep breath, I immediately focused my attention on the fat man on the table in the living room.

The color of Fat This, the style of Fat This, the pattern of Fat This, and the water stains that have been dry for a long time...

It’s not that I want to talk about you, Beatrice, did you clean it up after going to the toilet? I raised my head and couldn’t help but express my dissatisfaction: Although I have long been impure under the countless persecutions of you, you should know that there are still many innocent young men in the world who still hold beautiful imaginations about women. The destruction of dreams is very immoral!

Take the classic American case as an example. If you tell a child living in the United States that Santa Claus does not exist in the world, the child's parents can sue you in court.

Well, is the American example too far away to understand?

It doesn’t matter, this time I will give you an example that is closer to reality. I believe everyone has seen fanatical star chasers.

I remember when I was in college, a friend was very obsessed with a Japanese group of a＊b48 women. The madness was that anyone who said bad things about a＊b48 in front of him would immediately turn against him. The classmate refused to admit that a＊b48 members, like ordinary creatures, would fart, diarrhea, or cut nose hair in the mirror, etc.

Well, simply put it, it is the so-called brainless fan. Sometimes a person's longing for dreams is enough to make him forget the common sense of the world. No, maybe they should say that they will subconsciously refuse to receive all information that will destroy their dreams or long for things.

However, it is worth mentioning that my classmate and I later posted the dirty films of retired members of a＊b48 going to the sea on the Internet to the classmate who insisted on a＊b48 that would never have any flaws...

How should I say it? Even though I have been traveling through time, I regret why I didn’t take the expressions of my brainless fan as a souvenir. After all, it is not easy for us ordinary people to see that they can make the same expression as the famous painting "Scream" in reality.

Lord, please be more serious and not distracted! The sound of slapping the tabletop came, and Diana's voice suddenly stripped me from my thoughts.

Ah, sorry, I started again. I found myself accidentally traveling around the world and quickly apologized, and then focused my attention on the fat man on the desktop again.

I no longer care about the characteristics of Fatty, I will mobilize the rules wholeheartedly so that Fatty can move in the air.

Without any element, Pangzhi finally successfully got rid of gravity at an extremely slow speed, and began to move gradually in my direction after a sway.

Huh, it finally succeeded... Just when I thought so, I saw that I was already flying well and thundering in an instant. Its destruction was so complete that even a piece of rag was not survived.

The wrong way of manipulation extends the law of destruction. Luvika, who was used to detonating an object, looked calm and made a referee: Your control over the law is indeed as bad as ever.

No, although I only moved a little distance, I used to explode if I couldn't even take the air. I appealed dissatisfiedly: So I felt that the word "as always" was necessary to correct it.

Luweika nodded, not knowing whether it was sympathy or really approving what I said: What you said is not completely unreasonable, so I barely acknowledge that your control over the laws of operation has improved.

Even though he didn't understand the situation very well, the Lord seemed to have accomplished a big thing. Diyana, who was beside him, took the lead in clapping her hands with a serious face.

With Diana as the representative, Sano also clapped his hands: He is really worthy of being the Demon King, although his subordinates do not understand the principle.

Beatrice looked happy, as if the fat man I exploded just now was not her: Xu Mo is very powerful.

He found that the people around him were clapping for some reason. Luweika, who was unknown, finally imitated others' actions without being outdone.

For a moment, the living room of the college dormitory was filled with a delicate peaceful atmosphere.

Hello, since you don’t know the situation, don’t applaud seriously! What’s going on? This attitude makes people feel uncomfortable... Beatrice, I said, don’t stretch your hand over to touch my head like this, and why do you suddenly wrap your arms around my neck from the back? Are you trying to perform neck-wrap skills on me? Diana?! Why are you even starting to join in the fun? Don’t stick me from the front like this, don’t stick your breasts over, no, I’m sorry, I’m wrong, please don’t stick your breasts over! The harem group that came from all directions squeezed me out so much that I couldn’t breathe. At the moment, the only one who was still sitting in the seat was immediately left.

He blinked in the direction of Luvika. Although this seraph has always been unreliable, at this time she is the only one who can stand up to save me from the sea of ​​suffering.

Receiving my helping gaze, Luvika first turned her head to express confusion, but as I stared continuously and firmly, Luvika seemed to have finally received the message I wanted to convey, flapping her wings and squeezed in from the only gap in the encirclement - that is, the sky.

That's great, save me... um um um um um um um! Before I could finish my words, Luweika blocked all my remaining words with her soft cherry lips.

Luvika in her eyes had closed her eyes. Although it felt good to be loved, for some reason, a feeling of sorrow suddenly surged in my heart.

Tears blurred the picture in front of me, and a line of clear tears finally flowed out from the corners of my eyes and fell to the ground along my cheeks...

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Miscellaneous talk:

Good morning, everyone, this is Mao Kuan.

At the last moment before leaving the door, I finally wrote this chapter. Huh, we have worked very hard.
Chapter completed!