Part-time as God of the Heavens

　　 "How do you ensure that you will not die?"

　　 "Just what I said, you definitely don't believe it, so I intend to let time prove this matter." Zhou Yi said.

　　 "So, what about you, Mr. Wick, why do you want to quit?"

　　 "I..." Wick hesitated for a while, "Because of being alone."

　　 "Men...women?" Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Well, woman, love, yes, this is indeed one of the emotions that can make people face life and death. For this, I toast you."

　　 "Do you really know psychology?" Wick asked suspiciously.

　　 He hadn't answered Zhou Yi's question just now, so Zhou Yi gave the answer confidently.

　　Wick certainly didn't know that Zhou Yi was on the hook.

　　 "A little bit," Zhou Yi said, "It's just some hobbies in the leisure time. It seems that I have analyzed it correctly."

　　 "You are right," Wick said, "because I met her, so I know that there are other...more meaningful things in this world."

　　 "So, for the time being, the purpose between us, to some extent, should be the same," Zhou Yi concluded, "We must all go against the hotel."

　　 "What I have to do is not as difficult as yours," Wick shook his head, "I just want to quit."

　　 "That's enough," Zhou Yi chuckled, "What kind of request will they give you? Wick?"

　　 "If it's me, I will give you a task that you don't even think can be completed, and let you die in that task. In this way, it is justified and maintains my dignity in the Continental Hotel."

　　 "...So, what do you want to do?"

　　 Wick had to admit that there was nothing wrong with Zhou Yi's statement. With Wick's understanding of the group of people, they could indeed do such a thing.

　　 "I think you probably know it too," Zhou Yi raised his glass and motioned to Wick, "I want to invite you to join the Templars."

　　 "I didn't see anything that would allow me to join," Wick was unmoved, "You are very strong, but compared to what you are doing, it is still not enough, not enough."

　　 "This is just an advance agreement, which means you are willing to consider this matter." Zhou Yi's hand stopped in the air, motionless.

　　 "You can make a choice after I have shown enough strength, but now, I need an answer in advance, because in this way, you are worth my time and energy."

　　 "...You are very confident." Wick asked, "Why?"

　　 "Because everything must be reversed, and the cathode must be positive," Zhou Yi said, "I am the Templar who wants to bring sunshine back to this world."

　　 "Sounds like a religious lunatic talking nonsense." Wick sighed.

　　 "But..."

　　 "Who told me to try something that a madman would do?"

　　 The wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

　　……

Wanted.

　　 Carlos walked into a secret room.

　　 According to reason, he is not qualified to enter here.

　　 Only Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Alliance, can enter here.

　　 But, of course, such a thing cannot help the Assassin Master "Cross" Carlos.

　　He came here to find something.

　　 "Fate..." Carlos looked at the huge loom in the center of the chamber.

　　 This is the legacy of the Assassin Alliance for thousands of years, [Fate Loom]!

　　 Kill one person and save a thousand people. This is the creed believed by all assassins of the Assassin League.

　　 Moreover, they all believe in the guidance of fate, believe in the list given by the loom, and believe that what they have done is correct.

　　 "But, when fate is controlled by humans..." Carlos walked to the loom and stroked the spinning yarn slightly.

　　The hand holding the gun is cautious and full of piety as he strokes the veil.

　　 "Are you still who you are? Destiny? Or, reduced to a tool for others to use for their own gain?"

　　 Carlos stopped, staring at the loom, watching for a long time, and for a long time, asked softly.

　　 "If you are still destiny, then please give me guidance and tell me who is the real enemy of the Assassin Alliance..."

　　 The voice of the words turned into a breeze, blowing across the spinning yarn, drawing the slender thread, which was invisible to the naked eye, and gently vibrated.

for a long time.

　　 "..." Carlos turned in disappointment, ready to leave.

　　 "Click."

　　 A nearly imperceptible sound made Carlos stop and stand still, motionless.

　　 Slowly, he turned around, shaking, looking at the loom.

　　 "click, click..."

　　 The sound gradually continued, and all the components, such as the skewer, the wand, and the pair of rollers, started to move without any driving force!

　　 Under Carlos's gaze, this destiny loom, without any power, ran on its own, weaving a section of spinning yarn.

　　 Carlos stepped forward gently, gently and carefully, holding up the piece of fabric, cutting it out, and placing it under the microscope.

　　 1, 0, 1, 0...

　　 Binary codes automatically start to combine in Carlos' mind, and let him parse out the corresponding letters.

finally--

　　 "Sloan..."

　　 A sigh, echoed in the secret room, and gradually became silent.

　　 Among them, anger, regret, and... fortunate?

　　……

　　 "So ~www.ltnovel.com~ my words remind you of some previous details, and then you go directly to the Destiny Loom, ask the Loom, and get the answer?"

　　 Zhou Yi looked dazed.

　　 This time, he was really dazed.

　　 Before, he didn't know the special features of the Destiny Loom. After all, an item that can be passed down by the Assassin organization for thousands of years should have a little... special place?

　　 But, there is no power source, what the **** is the loom that weaves by itself?

How did 　　 move?

　　Magic?

　　 Or because of the real destiny?

　　 Zhou Yi couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts.

　　 It's just that he is not shocked to the point of being lost.

　　 is a little surprise at best.

　　 After all, he hasn’t seen anything unscientific!

　　 Moreover, the so-called unscientific is just science that cannot be understood at the current cognitive level.

　　 The end of science is theology. In fact, it makes sense to explain this sentence from a certain angle——

　　Because, with current eyes, to see the level reached at the end of science, it is naturally incomprehensible, and it looks like a god.

　　 But once you get to that level, what is unscientific, previously regarded as theology, will become scientific.

　　 Of course, after that, there will be a new end, a new one, the so-called "theology".

　　 "Yes," Carlos certainly didn't know that Zhou Yi had so many mental activities in just a few seconds. "I decoded the code and got Sloan's name."

　　PS: After the test, the blood tank was emptied, and I tried my best to write for so long... Send it out first and change it later, ask for a ticket! Tomorrow's can only be written tomorrow morning!