I loaded the gods module

Chapter 28 Me and My Cooperation
The dim world was shaking, and the stone tablets floating around the boy suddenly flew up in disorder.

There seemed to be no end to the up and down in this space. Roy fell heavily on the surface of a stone tablet. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly reached out and grabbed the edge of the stone tablet tightly, and lay down on it.

The corpse of the monster curled up into a ball fell vertically beside it, colliding back and forth between the stone tablets below like a leaky ball filled with mucus, and then disappeared.

"What the hell is this place... I remember I was going through the procedures to enter the mysterious branch... Cough cough cough..."

Roy panted heavily, and the fluorescent golden flowers on the surface of the stele were crushed by him. A pungent smell came to his nostrils, and the choking boy coughed.

This strange space seems to have a strange ability to distort memory. His thoughts at this time are obscure and chaotic, and the recent fragmented pictures flashed through his mind like a slideshow.

The silly smiling face of the blond girl Daphne, the application form full of personal information, the office full of weird specimens, and the old man with a monocle handing over the paintbrush expressionlessly...

brush?

The boy was startled, he touched the pocket of his dress, and sure enough he took out a delicate feather paintbrush.

This paintbrush looks very beautiful. The black feather at the tail is the size of a palm, and it feels very tough to the touch, and it cannot be bent even with a little force.

The middle end of the brush is covered with a silver shell with feathers. There is no pattern on the shell. The smooth body of the pen reflects the fluorescent light around it, and the overall feeling of holding it is quite comfortable.

As for the tip of the brush...

No no no!Now is not the time to care about weird brushes!Roy shook his head, and the boy sat up from the stone tablet with difficulty while clutching his stomach.

His vision was a little blurry, and Roy knew that he was still in a state of blood loss, and the severe pain came wave after wave, and cold sweat oozed from the boy's forehead.

He took off his gown and casually bandaged the wound, continuing to sort out the vague memories in his mind.

"By the way, there is a huge picture frame covered with cloth in that old man's office..."

The boy rubbed his chin and muttered to himself: "I vaguely remember that he asked me to color that painting..."

It's a pity that Roy's thoughts didn't last long, and rustling noises sounded from around again.

Roy looked up indifferently, and he saw creepy eyes peeking at him from the backs of all the floating steles around him.

One... three... six... too many to count.

Those ape-like strange faces opened their mouths to the ears, and the transparent insect wings behind them made a scalp-numbing buzzing sound.

This scene is enough to make anyone despair.

"One of them is about to kill me..." Roy calmly looked at those faces exuding malice, and sighed: "If you go up together, my small body is not enough for you to chew on, right?"

While muttering to himself, the boy kept looking at the blurred shadow under his feet shaking under the fluorescent light, and Roy frowned slightly.

The dream-eating wolf who had been hiding in the youth's shadow seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no reaction from the beginning of the battle.

This is also the reason why Roy had to take action himself, fighting the monster with injuries for injuries.

What's even stranger than this is that even the system has disappeared!

Roy's call from the bottom of his heart to return to the kingdom of God seemed to have disappeared. The system did not respond, and the boy's brows became tighter and tighter.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was really forced into a desperate situation where he must die.

In the dark world where the gravity is disordered, dots of fluorescent light flicker on the surface of the floating stone tablet, and the cold world is dotted with hazy halos everywhere.

The pale-faced young man stood alone on the broken stele. The giant centipede-like monsters poked out their sharp limbs while smirking, and moved forward on the surface of the stele around him. They flapped their transparent insect wings. The prey is getting closer.

……

"Roy Howard, what comes into my album is your nature, the projection of your soul, the purest truth in your heart..."

The old man with a monocle has extremely deep eyes. He stands in front of the picture frame and stares carefully at the young man in the picture: "In the hopeless situation where resistance is meaningless, what choice will you make?"

Do you choose to flee desperately, or give up struggling completely in despair?
Director Dean asked suddenly: "Daphne, do you think he can overcome his fear and find the only way to survive in my painting?"

"One... definitely can!"

The girl holding the picture frame poked her head out, and looked worriedly at the gray-haired boy sitting opposite the picture frame with closed eyes: "I trust him...Eh?"

The girl suddenly exclaimed, and she saw the gray-haired boy sitting opposite the picture frame tremble slightly with his eyes closed.

Seeing this scene, a smile finally appeared on the old man's always stern face. He returned to his seat and picked up the quill.

Student Will and Courage Evaluation: Excellent.

Dean wrote this line without thinking.

……

It has to be said that Mentor Dean's assessment is indeed quite harsh.

If there is no will and courage to face the desperate situation, no calm thinking in a very short period of time, and no awareness of the existence of "survival", the people in the painting will be torn to pieces by the monsters rushing towards them.

"But the answer is unexpectedly simple." Roy looked at the monsters that were getting closer and closer. The boy's eyes were as calm as ever, without any panic or fear.

"So that's it... So I'm just Roy's 'self-portrait'..."

Obviously the bloody mouths of the monsters were close at hand, but the boy still didn't dodge or dodge. I saw him unhurriedly taking out the feather paintbrush from his pocket and holding it up.

The next moment, Thunder's extraordinary power roared in his palm, and the silver-white electric snake danced and entwined around the delicate paintbrush, lighting up the black feathers at the tail of the paintbrush.

So the brush has the paint.

At the same time, Roy outside the picture frame also opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, and he also raised the delicate paintbrush in his hand.

"It's...an interesting world~"

The two Roy looked at each other and laughed heartily. Their paintbrushes crossed and daubed dazzling colors towards each other's world as they wished.

The person in the painting unscrupulously added paint to the paper, doing his best to complete the task of 'coloring' requested by Director Dean.

The lines in Roy's pen completely lit up the world in the painting. He waved his arm lightly, and the worm-shaped monsters who had been grinning grinningly all showed terrified expressions at this moment.

They were wiped away by the thunder, and they let out a heart-piercing scream, and began to flee in all directions.

But how could they escape the 'painting'?

In the end, both brushes stopped, and there was no monster left in the painting, and the blank outside the painting was completely filled.

(End of this chapter)