I Created the World

"Who is so lacking in morals, parabolic!"

Chen Luo angrily touched the smashed forehead and picked up the pen on the ground.

Chen Luo was about to spit up blood, and it was really bad that he was home today. He first went out and lost his wallet. When he arrived at the company, he was laid off again.

Chen Luo picked up the "weapon" to search for the culprit, but soon he found something was wrong, because there was a big road nearby, and there were no tall buildings at all, and naturally there was no high-altitude parabola.

"Is it possible that someone deliberately smashed me with this pen?"

Chen Luo looked around suspiciously, but found that the people passing by hurriedly passed by the sea, as if he were not in the same world as himself, and no one paid attention to him at all.

Chen Luo was speechless. When he was about to leave, he suddenly shrank his eyes. The pen was stained with his own blood and disappeared strangely.

Chen Luo rubbed his eyes. Just now, he clearly saw that the pen broke his head, and there was blood on it. Why was it gone?

Unbelievable, Chen Nuo took the pen and glanced at it. It was really clean and there was no drop of blood.

Just when Chen Luo was shocked, a sudden roar came from his mind.

[Successful analysis of blood, identification of the gene of godship...]

[Successful detection, God Gene matches, God Soul meets, Bind Pen is successful...]

"Who!?"

Chen Luo looked around in confusion, but found that the crowd looked at him like a neuropath, and then quickly kept a distance from him.

Chen Luo froze for a moment, and also felt a little embarrassed, immediately accelerated his pace and hurried back to his home.

Chen Luo is a native of Jiangcheng. His parents died very early, leaving him this house, which is the only property.

When his parents died, several relatives wanted to fight for Chen Luo's custody, wanted to set this more than sixty flat house, and the legacy of Chen Luo's parents.

As a result, for several years, Chen Luo just turned 18 years old, and no one was exposed to any discount. Instead, Chen Luo recognized the true face of those relatives and gradually cut off contact with them.

When Chen Luo returned home, he cleaned the broken wound on his forehead and then collapsed on the sofa. For a moment, he felt a little confused and couldn't find his life goal.

Think about it, this life seems quite boring, live to 25 years old now, did not do anything extraordinary, nor did any good deeds, can only be described as mediocre.

Except that the teenager lost his parents, at other times it was like a puppet with a thread, and was led away by people, the whole society, and the inertia of fate.

Step by step, go to college, fall in love, break up, find a job, then the company is laid off due to poor management.

While Chen Luo was blankly thinking about where to go next, suddenly there was a strange light in front of him. He looked at it with amazement, and saw that the pen on the table just turned into a white light and penetrated into his eyebrows. Inside.

boom!

In an instant, Chen Luo roared in his mind, he felt that countless information was drilling into his mind, but because the brain capacity was too small, after this information passed through, it was continuously lost, and only a key one remained. Partly imprinted deep in my mind.

When Chen Luo woke up, it was already dark.

He exhibited an extraordinary calmness, because he knew at this point but what got into his body.

The pen that got into Chen Luo's mind is called the Hundred Yuan Pen, and its origin is unknown. The reason why he will hit him is because this pen was originally sent by the future self to the current self.

Very unreasonable, but Chen Luo did not have a trace of doubt.

Because this pen contains the imprint of the soul of "Future Chen Luo", he is now fully integrated with him.

It's just that this part of the memory is too large, and the ordinary person's brain can't store so much information, so all the other "Future Chen Luo" is sealed up, and only after he becomes stronger can he open that memory.

The important message he now knows in his mind is that there will be a great horror in the future. The third-order genetic lock must be unlocked within three years, otherwise it will definitely die.

Chen Luo sank a heart, the voice from the soul, and a sense of intrigue, so that he was sure of this news.

Chen Luo immediately got up and quickly went back to the room to find a notebook. He reached out a hand and the pen appeared in his hand out of thin air.

In addition to conveying the upcoming threats, there is also the method of using the hybrid pen.

Chen Luoti began to write on the notebook, the moment he wrote the pen.

Chen Luo suddenly saw a flower in his eyes. He held the Hundred Yuan Pen in his hand, and the man had already set foot in the darkness of a wonton.

【Light. 】

Chen Luo seemed to have expected that he had written the first word in a hurry.

The chaotic darkness suddenly burst into a brilliant white light, and a round of the sun appeared in the chaotic darkness, illuminating the whole world instantly.

[Water], [Land], [Air], [Star].

When the Hunyuan pen in Chen Luo's hand wrote these words one after another, an expansive sea emerged out of thin air, and then the waves surged and the gust of wind rose.

At the end of the sea, there are countless giant peaks, which stretch forward continuously without seeing the head at a glance.

【time. 】

When these two words landed on the notebook, the sun immediately started to move, shining on the earth in the pattern of a sky-round place, until the night came when a new moon rose, forming a rotation of day and night.

【life. 】

A lot of bacteria and blue algae suddenly appeared in the ocean, and quickly filled the sea, making this dead time suddenly more alive.

At this time, Chen Luo suddenly softened, and the person had disappeared from the world, and returned to his room, straight down to the ground.

When the next day dawned, Chen Luo woke up.

He felt like he was collapsed, he couldn't get any strength, and he was dizzy and chest tight, which was very uncomfortable.

Especially the hunger in his belly made him crazy.

Chen Luo struggled to get up from the ground. The first time he rushed to the refrigerator, took out all the brains he could eat, and then, as if he hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years, he divided those foods by three and five. All solved.

It was difficult to fill up his stomach, and Chen Luo felt a little bit better, but his body was still so fragile that he would pant after two steps.

Chen Luo couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "I can't think of creating a world that consumes so horror..."

The Hunyuan pen is an innate spiritual treasure, which has the function of creating a world. No matter what you write, you can create the substance in the corresponding world.

For example, Chen Luo wrote the light on the paper, and the sun was born in that world, which directly became the creator.

But this kind of anti-celestial thing is not without cost. It consumes the user's own spirit, and a simple understanding is life.

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