Mysterious as the wind, always with me

Chapter 16 The Believer's Blind Box
Looking at the flying dice, Mark suddenly understood:
This is his choice.

No matter which world, he is just a young man in his 20s, and he just feels that he has just entered a state of great infinity and infinite possibilities.

How could it be possible for a noble daughter to suddenly jump out and shout to him "first meeting, cute, single push" and he would foolishly become someone's husband, and then spend the rest of his life befriending his wife and raising his children?

Before crossing over, he was fortunate to grow up in a peaceful country.

At this point, he understood that the power of mortals is nothing but vain.

Even a combat priest of a church can lead someone to storm an earl's mansion without approval, so what if he is allowed to marry a princess?
If you run into a female Tyrannosaurus rex, give him a "first meeting, cute, single kill" package, then there will be no place to cry.

He doesn't like to entrust his fate to others, which means he can't be a good baby and fully accept the kindness from 'Grandpa'.

Although it didn't take long for him to cross over, he has already realized that this damn world belongs to the deep class solidification.Ordinary people can hardly find a way to ascend, and all kinds of [weird] and cultists are ready to move. When the force of the old order cannot suppress the opposing forces, it will be the day of chaos.

"Heh! Either I've been beaten so badly by this world that I've lost all hope, or...let me change this world." At the end of the speech, Mark's words were as strong as iron, as if they were loud.

Not surprisingly, Mark saw the end result of the throw.

【20】!
It seems that this magical dice never intended to give him a choice in the middle.Either be mediocre to death, or set off a storm of fate.

Yes, luck is conserved.

Since someone singled out a miracle, there are at least 99 bitter hahas 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 the corner of his mouth, Mark slowly reached out and picked up the dice.

【Do you... believe that there is a god in this world? ] Dice suddenly asked.

"Believe it! Don't believe it!"

[What is a letter? 】

"When a person can't get out of a desperate situation with all the means in the world, whoever pulls it will believe that he is a god."

[What is unbelief? 】

"When the so-called gods don't do anything about human affairs and drive mortals to a desperate situation, then they are just the most powerful superhumans. When the world doesn't need them, then change a group."

Mark spoke so calmly, as if he was sitting on the main seat of KTV, and waved his hand to "change the batch".

This is the true God who manifested in this world!
The dice should penetrate his mind and verify whether he is lying.

But this is the descendants of Yanhuang.

In the hearts of the people of the Celestial Dynasty, the tool attribute of gods is very strong.The third prince of the Dragon King harmed the world, and his own Nezha skinned and dismantled him.

The descendants of Yan and Huang can fear the gods, and when necessary, they will not be lenient in slaughtering gods and demons.

This is the backbone of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor!
The dice shook violently, and Mark felt that the biggest [anomaly] he had ever come into contact with should be laughing.

The next second, the dice suddenly became extremely hot, and Mark was not burned, but he saw a psychedelic distortion similar to high-temperature steam at the edge of his horizon.

He knew that he should accept this force, but the instinct of his body refused, making him not accept it.

That's too late.

Thousands of voices rushed into his eardrums in an instant, and the clamor of aunts in ten vegetable markets piled up together, nothing like this.

He tried his best to cover his ears, but he couldn't complete this simple action no matter what.

He even felt that he would be the first traverser to be noised to death.

He guessed that this was the result of him challenging the realm of gods with a mortal body.

He obviously couldn't see it, but the extreme noise had given him an illusion: his facial features had already shrunk into a ball, and his head might explode at any time.

This may be the legendary... let's die!

Just when he couldn't bear it, his brain made the most natural reaction for him—human nerves can create a shielding effect by themselves, deliberately ignoring a certain sound, which is the protective function of the human body.

Mark activated the 'blocking' and 'blocking' functions, without further ado, he blocked the loudest voice first.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his soul being drawn into outer space.

The illusory feeling of weightlessness came from all over the body.

Behind it is the Blue Star where the Wright Empire is located.

In front of my eyes, there are tens of 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 visually.

How to do?
He thought hard, imagining that he had a protective layer like a space suit, and then put on a pair of sunglasses for his soul eye, completely ignoring the brightest starlight in his soul vision.

"Hoohoo!" Mark gasped heavily.

In the soul world, he doesn't need to breathe, it's more of an instinct and a 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 surprisingly souls exuding magnificent brilliance.

They flashed and flashed, and the light kept expanding and contracting repeatedly.

Mark looked into the distance and found that the far end was all hidden in the shadow fog.He realized that it was a soul that was too far away, far beyond the limit of what he could interfere.

After blocking out the noise, the surrounding became very quiet. In this erratic atmosphere, Mark tried to contact a gray 'star' that was getting fainter.

His consciousness just made a movement similar to 'grab', and 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 shrink suddenly.

This is a poor man.

But the believers of the Goddess of the Night, it is not his turn to save him, a little intruder.

He retracted the hand of his illusory consciousness, quietly watching this gray soul star completely annihilated.

Mark has a clear understanding: it is very difficult for a person to make a decision that puts his own wealth and life on the line when he has no worries about three meals and is safe and secure.No matter how good this kind of person is, if you want him to become a believer in a certain sect, he will only be a superficial believer.Any accident could shake his faith.

What Mark is doing now is undoubtedly changing the existing order of the world and poaching the corners of various churches.The various churches may not like each other on weekdays, and they can do everything from stumbling to launching a battle of gods.Only in terms of preventing the rise of new forces, they will be surprisingly consistent - to suppress newcomers.

Mark understood that he had to act carefully.

Since the situation had not changed, he calmed down and began to observe carefully.

He first judged that the souls in the visual horizon that are higher than his level are often dozens of times larger than his own.If he pulled it over, it would feel like pulling the moon from the sky and sticking it on his face.

This is so stupid.

The only destiny individuals he can interfere with are ordinary people like him.

He ignored those soul stars whose light was too dim.

After two rounds of primaries, he still has as many souls as there are stars in the sky.

Then the question comes, everyone's needs are very different, how can he ensure that he, the boss, can exactly satisfy the other party's prayers?

Suddenly, he noticed three small light spots floating in front of him.

Different from other soul stars whose light flickers constantly and even moves 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 sinking his thoughts and observed further, he couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This turned out to be a gift from Galian!
[Envy] Stealing the fate of the victim, this is the extraordinary power wielded by the three rising stars of the Church, John Cannon.

Storm, wealth, and Dionysus, these three forces, Mark didn't like to see them very much.Most of the power of the Lord of Storms is at sea, and the limitations are too great.Wealth and Dionysus are neutral life forces, which can be used as auxiliary forces, but are definitely not suitable as core forces.

With the vision in mind, Mark began to carefully observe the light of those bright novae and listen to the cry of their souls.

Finally, he locked three targets.

"Let me see what these blind boxes can produce."

(End of this chapter)