"What you said makes some sense." Irina sat on the bed, looked at him and said, "You seem to have found a lot of things for yourself recently. Why, after becoming the world's most powerful person, do you plan to become the world's strongest person?" Are you the richest man yet?"
"The goal of being the richest man in the world is too vulgar. After knowing that this is a world of thousand-layer cakes, the false reputation of being the strongest in the world is a bit self-deceiving. Maybe in a few years, I won't even be able to beat the little boy." Mag He smiled and shook his head.
"If Xiaoguai is a god, why did he choose to reincarnate at this time after being silent for countless years?" Irina looked at Mag and asked with a serious expression: "What about the other gods?"
Mag was stunned for a moment, and his expression also became a little serious.
There are many legends about gods circulating in this world, almost every race has one, and there is often more than one.
Xiaoguai is the sea god worshiped by the Lantiste tribe. He has been an illusory existence in the past thousands of years of Lantiste history, but he suddenly reincarnated and chose Jina to be her guardian.
So, will the gods of other races also be reincarnated?
The little boy who has not yet awakened has already shown his terrifying power that is above the law.
Once those reincarnated gods awaken, they will inevitably break the upper limit of strength in Nolan Continent again.
"If the gods were reincarnated, they might be even more troublesome than the Old Ones." Mag sighed, suddenly feeling a little headache.
"At least God is not in a hurry to destroy the world."
"Who told you that God is a kind existence?" Mag looked at Irina, "Even the Abyss Demon has its own god to worship, but I don't know if it is the Purifying Altar Messenger or the Wild Boar Spirit."
Irina opened her mouth, but was speechless.
"At least the old rulers are bound by seals, and once they appear, everyone can work together to seal them. But if gods reincarnate one after another, and they have a transcendent status among various races, the situation may be out of control. ." Mag frowned slightly, feeling that the problem was a bit big.
Irina looked at Mag and suddenly changed her expression: "Do you want to kill God?"
Mag raised his eyes, met Irina's gaze, was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "If they are like Xiaoguai and have no memory of God after reincarnation, then they are not much different from ordinary children. Killing They are a little too cruel."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"It is still uncertain whether other gods will be reincarnated. Xiaoguai may be an exception, but if gods really reincarnate on a large scale, I think it may be a good idea to gather them together first and instill in them some great and upright views. Not a bad idea.”
"You plan to put them in a cage?" Irina asked in surprise.
"No, it's a school." McGonagall grinned, "A closed boarding school."
"What's the difference between that and a cage?" Irina rolled her eyes, but quickly added: "But if we really want to gather them together, it will probably be a group of extremely terrifying combat forces."
"I adopted a group of gods?" Magna held her chin, feeling that it was a challenging idea.
"You'd better not bring back a bunch of sons and daughters, and they're just gifts to your wife." Irina took out a knife from somewhere, spinning it on her fingertips, and glanced at Mag's waist.
"Of course not. Am I this kind of person? I can tell whether I am good at being a teacher or a good father." Mag waved his hand quickly.
After preparing the rooms for Jina and Xiaoguai, Mag went to the study to write a few letters and send them to various places.
Since he had brought the princesses of all races into the restaurant, he had indirectly established some friendly relations with all races, so Mag entrusted them to help find some children with extraordinary talents and planned to recruit disciples from them.
The focus of looking for these children is that both parents are dead, followed by special abilities and possible nonsense.
Needless to say, if both parents are dead, those who don’t have this configuration will generally have a hard time becoming great, and most likely they won’t become gods.
As for the special ability, he didn't know what it was, but he had to add it to prevent the restaurant from turning into an orphanage.
As for the gibberish, Mag thinks that these gods have reincarnated, may have some memory flashbacks, and then show mental abnormalities and gibbering.
There is often a thin line between genius and mental illness.
Of course, this must be combined with the previous two points to effectively prevent his place from turning into a mental hospital.
"With Alex's identity, it should be easier to get useful information, right?" Irina stood by the desk and asked Mag, who was loading envelopes.
"As long as it's something Alex is looking for, everyone will be looking for it. At that time, even if we find it, we can't just take it away if we want." Mag smiled and shook his head, "However, We should inform Michael about this matter. The only one we can trust now is Chaos City, which most hopes to maintain the current peaceful state."
Irina nodded slightly, "I will let the night elves collect intelligence and news."
"Actually, I'm more worried that the Ancient One knows about this." Mag put the packed envelope aside with a worried look on his face.
"Do you think the Ancient One will not let these gods go?"
“The Ancient One has an all-round view of Nolan Continent, whether it’s technology or top-level strength, it’s completely two levels.
But if gods reincarnate in large numbers, and they may reshape their godhood, the dungeon's top-level combat power advantage will no longer exist.
It is impossible for God not to know the existence of dungeons and ancient beings. In a world of equal power, there cannot be eternal balance, because they can threaten each other. "Mag said in a low voice.
Irina was silent for a while and laughed at herself: "I originally planned to retire after the night elves can become self-reliant, but now it seems that it may be far away."
Mag stood up and walked to her side, gently hugged her into his arms, and whispered: "Don't worry, I can handle all this."
Irina looked up at his side face, and finally smiled, "There is no reason for you to be in the limelight alone."
…
After sending the letter, Mag had nothing to do in the afternoon. He sorted out the dishes that he had learned but had not yet introduced in the restaurant.
The kitchen space is already a bit crowded, so he doesn't plan to add a separate cake room for making cakes.
He considered launching mousse cakes in ice cream shops. After all, mousse cakes need to be eaten refrigerated. Launching them as a new product in ice cream shops would not only enrich the menu, but also expand the customer base, killing multiple birds with one stone.
As soon as she thought of it, Mag went into the kitchen, made five mousse cakes, put them in a refrigerated crisper, and sent them directly to the ice cream shop.
"Boss, why are you here?" Mia had just given ice cream to a child and asked in surprise when she saw Mag coming in.
(End of chapter)
