"god?"

Mosse showed a sneering look on his face, "What kind of god is not a god? The so-called Asa Gods are nothing more than aliens with stronger individual abilities than humans, right?"

"... According to the host's concept, it is more logical to explain this temporarily. When you meet each tribe of gods in person, you may change your opinion."

Moser did not force the system to change his statement. Every existence with intelligence has different views, and it is very difficult to convince others to change their own ideas.

Why are there so many keyboard warriors who are giving advice to each other online?

Except for some weird things that make people become savages, they are basically because they do not agree with each other's views, but they are anxious in their hearts that they cannot impose their own views on the other party, which will eventually turn into endless disputes until one party feels tired and doesn't want to argue again.

But this kind of proactive concession does not mean that the other party has changed his ideas. Before personally confirming his mistakes, humans will not easily change their ideas.

Born in both lives in a world where technology is the most respected, Mosse was born with looking at so-called mysterious things from a dialectical perspective.

It is like the omniscient system that exists in his brain now, in his opinion, is nothing more than an artificial intelligence system made by an alien technology tycoon.

At least before seeing the omniscient system breaking its own physical common sense, Moser will still firmly believe that technology can explain everything.

"Host, I must remind you that your blind trust in the so-called 'technology' is a kind of superstition that you look down upon the most."

"Um?"

Moser was stunned by the system and thought about it carefully... He found that what the artificial intelligence said seemed to make sense.

“…It’s also true. Blind trust will make people more likely to have knowledge and insight. Thank you for your reminder.”

While repairing the roof, Moser was preparing to continue to inquire about more information from this generous system that sent out information.

"System, the novice mission made me look for the Wallit ore, but you said just now that people without magic cannot see the ore. I am also an ordinary Midgardian without magic, right?"

"Answer, the host has possessed a faint magic power from the moment he holds the 'extraordinary thing' in his hand."

"Dongdong!"

While waving his hammer, Moser pushed the nail into the wooden board to repair the roof, he asked with interest, "How do I want to enter someone else's house to ask for ore? Isn't it good to come to the door rashly?"

"This is an issue that the host needs to consider. This system is only responsible for guiding the host to grow."

‘Grow up?’

After Moser repaired the inside of the roof, he looked at his right hand waving the hammer with thoughtfulness.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Moser felt that his hands were stronger than before, and his thin arms seemed to have a little bit of flesh.

‘Illusion.’

Hearing the knock on the door downstairs, Moser first opened the small window leading to the roof and then jumped down the ladder.

When I went downstairs to open the door, the person who came was Anderson holding a box of black and gray asphalt tiles.

...

With Anderson's help, Moser stood carefully on the roof and repaired the smashed part.

"Huh~"

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Moser sat on the roof with a light movement, and he could see the surrounding scenery more clearly from here.

The small town of Mirtri is divided into five administrative divisions. Rivers Avenue, where the Rockson House is located, is located in the east of the city, close to the Westland district in the port area.

The Westland District has a population of about 30,000. Because it is close to the relatively chaotic port area, the security conditions are relatively poor. Most of the people living on Rivers Avenue are working-class people in the city.

Moser could directly see the port area not far from the roof, so that the mechanical arms of the temple that made his father unfortunately return to the heroic spirit were still under nervous restoration.

The accident will bring a considerable amount of compensation to Moser, but the lawyers hired by Moser are still arguing with the shipping company and insurance company where Chester's father worked during his lifetime. It will probably take some time to get the result.

However, if he had a choice, Moser would rather his father continue to live, and his relatives' lives and money would not hesitate at all in his concept.

The programmer work that Moser worked in his previous life was very hard, and only the high income brought by this job could be regarded as the only comfort he could.

Thanks to his strong self-control, Moser never spends money on his money except for 1-2 mobile games that are rational and krypton gold.

As a programmer who works overtime like a doctor and is struggling on the verge of sudden death, Moser can't even find time for traveling... and there is no suitable partner.

Although the gradual increase in deposits in the bank card is his hairline that keeps retreating, overall, Moser, who has a house and a car, lacks enough hunger for money.

Although Chester's father didn't have much savings, it was not difficult for Messer to find a decent and high-paying job in Miltree, as a top student at the University of Oslo.

After hiring a lawyer, he no longer frequently urged the other party to come up with results. He made good progress after slow work and meticulous work.

According to the lawyer, at most 10 days later, Messe will receive accidental death compensation from both parties, totaling about 50,000 Drop Neil coins, referred to as Neil coins.

The Drop Neil currency is a common currency in the Nordic Republic. It is said that the name comes from the Drop Neil Ring, which represents the symbol of wealth in the hands of the great god Odin.

In mythology, the subject of this ring will copy eight sub-body every nine days, and Odin will reward these replicas to Gods and people who contribute to Asgard.

Due to economic stability in the Nordic Republic, Neil Coin has a high purchasing power, and the currency comparison with the Camelo Kingdom next door is about 1:1.3.

In layman's terms, 50,000 Neils is enough for Mosse to stay at home for several years without working.

Of course, Moser would not choose such a depressed lifestyle. He originally planned to go online to find a job this morning, but the emergencies he encountered last night disrupted Moser's plan.

He politely declined the good intention of the fat man Anderson asking him to go to his house for lunch. Moser handed over the money for purchasing the tiles to Anderson for him to take them back. Only then could he be able to organize the information alone at home.

Opening the computer in the study on the second floor, Moser first learned about the recent news through several well-known portals in the Nordic Republic.

As Anderson said, the comment section of the news items related to aliens has been in trouble at this time.

Some people are so excited that they are incoherently praying for aliens to arrive, and some are also people who are vigilant about aliens and ask relevant departments to prepare for the third type of contact.

The Internet is like a big dyeing vat. Whether it is introverted or extroverted in life, mentally ill or normal, all kinds of strange views are intertwined in the comment section.

Fortunately, the Nordic Republic must register a social account online in real-name system, and netizens who are afraid of being invited by relevant departments to have tea do not dare to discuss it too presumptuously.

Moser roughly looked through the most popular news and comment sections, and was speechless about these keyboard warriors who were in the wind and rain.

"The news has not mentioned alien 'human' anywhere, right? At best, unknown alien objects have entered the atmosphere."

But at the same time, Moser also noticed a focus that netizens rarely paid attention to, which made him frown.

‘Sure enough, these alien objects did not fall from outside the atmosphere, but the world appeared in the atmosphere.’

‘But experts have not mentioned the reason why alien objects appear in the atmosphere…because they are blocked by relevant departments?’

Leaving the computer desk and taking out the short stick as the carrier of the omniscient system from the drawer, Moser looked at the ordinary alien drop and said nothing.

"This should also explain. Why is the short stick not exhausted from friction with the atmosphere... right?"

"That's weird!"

Moser irritated the blonde hair that was sticking to his scalp like seaweed. "Even if it won't be worn out, at least it will be a little worn, right?"

However, the fact is that the short stick in Moser's hand maintains a very complete shape without even a slight sign of wear.

'call……'

The upset Moser tried hard to take a deep breath, "Forget it, let's put the principle that cannot be explained at this stage for the time being, and find a way to complete the novice task first."

‘Walite Ore? Go out and try your luck after lunch.’
Chapter completed!