Gulem was not affected by this trend of thought at all.
"You don't seem to be a miserable young man." I sighed and said.
Nolan Lusi said coldly: "I'm afraid he's not even a human being."
Kelras walked directly in front of Gulem and looked at him curiously. His excessive movements made him stretch out his hands and step back.
"I'm still considered a human being for now." Gulem said with a wry smile, "After all, this is what he expected, so the body here is also a human being."
I held my chin and tilted my head and looked at him for a while, and then said, "I have to say, he really looks like a human being."
"Strictly speaking, this is indeed a person's body. It is completely copied 1:1 through the authority of the gods. Even the ethereal personality and reason are copied, and finally combined into a body." Gulem said with a smile, "It's just that I am the leader of my body."
Then here comes the problem.
"Who are you."
"A wish center that is still running, or you can just call me the God of Wishes." Gulem stretched out a finger and waved it and said, "Of course, my model is still relatively old, so In fact, the effect is average.”
"You have a lot of information, please wait a moment for me to understand..."
In fact, what I don’t understand the most in this name bombardment is the wish center, but combined with the God of Wishes he mentioned later, it seems that it is the same thing.
"First of all, it shouldn't be your idea to call it a wish center, right?"
No matter how you look at it, this kind of name sounds like some kind of technological item, which is completely different from the style of this god and that god. Moreover, he also specifically mentioned that he is an old model, which means that he was "created by some kind of being" "from.
"Actually, my real code name is difficult to express in the common language of the empire, and there are a lot of ideograms. The model number is probably just a few letters. Since I can no longer connect to the switchboard, I think it is Currently, there is only one Willing Center, and the name Willing Center was given to us by my creators."
I always feel like the amount of information is greater.
Next to her, Kyle Russ had become confused. She stretched out her hands and patted her face, and then said: "Wait, wait, what era are you from? Why don't I have the impression that there is no such thing in it - —Although I was born late, I can still be considered a person who has watched human beings go through so many rounds, and I never thought about such a thing?"
Gulem tilted his head and looked at Kellas, with an inexplicable expression on his face and said: "Hades was born much earlier than me... But in this era, the people of Hades are still alive." Can you walk in this world with such arrogance?"
Kyle pulled out his chest, pinched his waist, and said very proudly: "Of course I sneaked out!"
It is not considered an escape if everyone in your hell goes to the real world to play. This is called an open and honest affair... And the main reason is that you are just a security guard watching the door. The door is right in front of you and you stretch your legs. Out.
"We usually call this a thief who keeps on guard." I said expressionlessly.
There was a subtle expression on Gulem's face.
"It turns out to be a hellhound from the underworld. No wonder."
In order to prevent me from getting too entangled in this area that Kellas always wanted to be interested in, I coughed quickly, then pointed at the guy in the sky and said: "But, doesn't that person care? This should be regarded as his stealing from you. authority, right?”
Gulem smiled and said: "This... is not so much stolen as a gift from me."
He raised his hands and looked to the sky with an inexplicable smile on his face.
"After all, this is what he expected, and I'm just an old model."
Tuban's figure was almost invisible, but when he reached a certain limit, his figure stopped strangely.
Wisps of rising smoke appeared faintly in the air, hanging behind Tuban, and seemed to have reached the limit - chasing him, pulling him, and tying him up.
This is not some kind of support! But the chains that bind him.
"Gods who create with expectations will inevitably be bound by expectations." Gulem lowered his head and stopped looking at Tuban.
The people who were kneeling in the church stood up, with their feet raised, as if they wanted to follow the gods who were pointing towards the sky, but the gods were already trapped, so they could not move even an inch.
So believers began to migrate.
But the gods cannot control the behavior of each believer, so the gods are like trackers carrying countless ropes and struggling to move forward. They can only pull them forward.
Around us, countless people passed by in a hurry. I stretched out my hand to try to stop one person, but he just moved forward mechanically like a zombie.
"This won't work. A lot of people will die because of this." I said seriously, "Even if he is just a trapped god, there will always be people left behind step by step -"
"Have you never done any research before?" Gulem tilted his head and said, "Um, for example, there is a rumor that someone in the local area likes to eat soybean paste will spread?"
"...I have complained about this, but the sand content is too high. I couldn't bear it when people were seriously researching it."
But I immediately realized the problem.
So I immediately asked: "The distance is the limit, right?"
"Actually, there is no limit. It's just that when you reach a certain distance, the effect will suddenly drop from 90% to an exaggerated level of 0.1%." Gulem gestured and said, "I don't know if you understand, but it's probably ——Um, inverse proportional coordinate chart?”
Dead high school memories are attacking me.
Although this word is a blunt imperial lingua franca, things like inverse proportional functions are also studied in the White Empire, but it is a bit inexplicable to say this from the mouth of a god.
God is teaching me math.jpg
"Oh, I can't tell you any more." Gulem smiled and raised the bag in his hand, which contained bread and some small parcels wrapped in oil paper. "I have to thank you for the money you gave me. I can still buy some things in time, but I have to go back and take care of my sister."
After saying that, he turned around and looked like he was leaving.
At this time, Kellas suddenly shouted and said: "Wait a minute, wait a minute! I want to know in what era you were born, and I'm curious about what humans looked like before I was born!"
"Ah - I actually have some questions too." I said quickly.
Gulem turned his head, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then smiled and said, "Well, that's okay, it's almost time."
. Vertex mobile version URL:
