honor me as god

Chapter 1 Smiling Devil
"Mr. Leader." A soft voice came from the shadows, "Do you have a gun?"

The conference room was dark and depressing, with a long table lying across it, and people sitting in staggered shapes.

On the side of the long table, the leader in a black suit heard the sound and replied indifferently: "Since you asked for an interview, a gun is inevitable, Kino."

The lights were focused, illuminating the person opposite the summit.

Chino, an extremely handsome young man, with a face so delicate that it could almost be confused with gender, his hair reflected a faint luster under the light, his skin was as white as snow in early winter, and his amber eyes filled with a smile, reflecting the thinness of April cherry blossoms. lip.

Most of Chino's muscles and veins have been artificially severed, and the chair is soaked with blood. He is imprisoned in a heavy straitjacket. Chains, tapes, and plastic ties are wrapped around in circles. Only his hands and head can move slightly. , so that he can drink water by himself.

Rao is unable to fly, he is still smiling, and he doesn't seem to be harmful, but every member of the committee, including the leader, knows that this is a smiling demon.

The underworld has never been called "killer".

If you want to kill, the object must be human.

But in the eyes of "processors", they never regard the target as a person, but as a secondary object, which is processed according to the needs of the employer.

For ordinary processors, it is enough to learn "quick processing", and the description of this in textbooks is also very simple: one gun head, two gun chests.

Carbon-based organisms are just so fragile.

Even if there are really so many chosen sons, the bullets fail to completely destroy the brain and heart, and if it is a big deal, a few more shots will always die.

Fast machining is a skill that most processors can do.

Slow processing is an art.

Read Shakespeare's poems, see Burriman's art using the human body, indulge in literature, and indulge in music to process those crock pots filled with scarlet liquid into porcelain that has been washed away.

If you want to learn slow processing, learn art first.

Chino is such an artist.

The head looked at the artist in front of him, released his clasped hands, and tapped on the table with his fingers: "I don't understand what you did last week, without any instructions, you attacked and killed 3 people without warning. Commissioner, slow-processing it for 72 hours. You should know that I don't allow blood to come from anywhere, including myself."

"That's your code, isn't it? Keep order and keep no idiot alive." Chino's amber eyes filled with a smile, "Like you, I have my code—I don't like it. Impolite people."

"You killed the three most capable members of my team because of this trivial matter?"

"This is a very serious matter."

"You think you're elegant? In my opinion, someone who doesn't know how to restraint is just a beast, or even a mad dog."

"Everyone is a beast, you or I, just in human clothing."

The head sneered and spread his hands: "I know how to restrain myself, and I will never violate my own rules."

Chino's smile is like a mask, always hanging on his face: "I doubt it."

Beside the long table, a figure on the right asked: "Kino, according to the timeline, you could have absconded. There is always a consulate in the world that the organization cannot reach. Why did you come back and be captured by us?"

This is the question of this member, as well as the questions of other members and the leader.

Kino didn't answer, but asked an unrelated question: "Mr. Chief, what time is it?"

The head shrugged: "Is this a necessary inquiry?"

Chino nodded: "Of course."

The head glanced at his watch: "It's 19:23 local time."

Chino smiled and said, "Your lover has arrived home and is cooking in the kitchen for you to come back, right?"

There was a sharp chill in the eyes of the head, no matter how careless his business was, he never let his lover know about it.In her eyes, he was just a gentle and good husband, nothing else.

Lover, this is the existence in his heart that will never allow others to violate.

The head's voice began to turn cold: "You shouldn't mention her. Betraying the organization, attacking and killing the committee members, and mentioning my lover, these three points together will make you suffer from slow processing for a month."

Kino ignored the warning, and a sly smile appeared in his eyes: "When you are dealing with enemies, you like to attack their lovers the most and watch them collapse and cry. Have you ever thought that maybe one day, Is this your turn?"

Begging for mercy, it can be done with a bullet, which is the reward for the hard work of the processor.

Provocation can only be exchanged for torture.

The leader issues commands at the operating terminal, representing the irrevocable supreme will.

The slow machining command takes effect.

Chino was sentenced to slow processing for up to 6 months.

During these 6 months, any processor involved in the execution should guarantee that he will not die easily so as to fully bear all the processing methods.

The leader has seen many traitors, no matter how ruthless and bloodthirsty they are, once they are captured by the organization and hear the slow processing instructions, their legs will become weak, and they will even cry.

These processors know better than anyone what a gorgeous and brutal art slow processing is.

However, Kino didn't seem to care about what happened next, his hands clasped on the table, his fingertips beating melodicly.

If you are a researcher of rhythm, you will find that this is the fourth movement of Ludwig van Beethoven's symphony masterpiece - "Ninth Symphony".

"Tattoo, tick."

For some reason, the leader became more and more irritable. This melody seemed to have a magic power, which made his heartbeat speed up unconsciously.

"Bang." The door was suddenly pushed open, and several men in black appeared next to the leader, their faces pale, and said something in a low voice.

Hearing the sound, Dou Da's cold sweat kept pouring out from the head's forehead, the whole person slumped on the seat as if his spine had been removed, his eyes quickly disappeared, and it was classified as bleak: "No"

The atmosphere at the scene became dignified, and a man in black reported to the crowd: "Mr. Leader received very bad news, there was an unexplained fire in his house, and no one survived in the house, we are saddened by this. ."

"Ha, ha ha" The sneering laughter made the atmosphere in the audience freeze, Chino's amber pupils slowly moved upwards, staring at the walking dead head, and smiled, "I'll give you a suggestion, the natural gas pipeline in the mountain villa is easy. Rust should be repaired regularly. Otherwise, a small problem with the circuit board can cause a big disaster.”

The anger of "Dog Thing" raged in the body, the head's entire human eye was cracked, and the clenched teeth broke out of the cracks, his emotions began to lose control, grabbed the water glass on the table and rushed over, "clang" Kino's head Smashed with blood.

"Mr. Chief, do you like reading novels? I like Chekhov's books very much." Blood kept dripping from the wound on Kino's head, and it kept flowing on his cheeks, but he didn't seem to feel pain, only strange The voice of laughter was as deep as the sea, "He once said something - if there is a gun in the first act of the play, then in the third act, the gun must go off."

The head's breathing was as heavy as an out-of-control beast, and even the capillaries of the eyeballs were bursting under the soaring blood pressure, full of blood spots, under the trend of hatred and anger, his sanity was running out, and he suddenly took out his matching equipment. Gun aimed at Chino.

The committee member hissed: "The slow processing order has been issued, don't violate it! If you shoot to destroy the organization's guidelines, he will win!"

The head's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and the warm memories of getting along with his lover lingered in his heart, which turned into tears, and finally defeated his last sense of reason.

"Look, as I said, everyone is a beast." Kino raised his handcuffed hands, put his fingers against the corners of his lips, and raised them up, "Don't be so serious, smile at me~"

"Bang!" The gun rang, and blood spattered.

dark.

Not the slightest light.

【Body data transmission in progress】

[Fatal damage detected, repairing.]

In the darkness, Chino slowly opened his eyes, and he touched the center of his forehead with his specialty, but he didn't touch the bullet hole, nor did he feel blood on his hand.

The amber pupils shifted to the left and right, and there was darkness as far as the eye could see, but lines of shining words appeared inexplicably:
[Special talent detected, growth qualification: SSS]

[Exclusive reincarnation ability awakening, unlock after completing the first mission]

Kino moved his eyes and found that the words did not disappear due to the movement of his eyes. From this, it was determined that these words did not appear in the air, but were directly presented through the optic nerve.

Chino: "Where is this place?"

Two words appeared in front of me:

【High-dimensional】

Kino asked casually, "What's the matter with me?"

[Would you like to be a reincarnator? 】

"Reincarnator? Oh~ you mean, as written in those books on the Internet, what contract is signed with you, enter the world of film and television, travel through the heavens and the world, complete tasks to get rewards, constantly strengthen yourself, and then conquer one plane after another. , and eventually become the Lord of the World?" Chino's lips raised a sarcastic arc, his tone was playful, "What? Isn't there a newer routine?"

【Want to understand the meaning of life?Want to really live? 】

[Your body is dead, you can be reborn by signing a contract and become a reincarnator]

【Do you sign a contract? 】

Chino couldn't help but smile: "You seem to have misunderstood something. The reason why I was captured by them was not because I missed it, but because I wanted to."

"I found that the world I live in is getting worse and worse, and everyone is very rude. Sometimes, I help others to process skins into more delicate china, hoping to thank me for the direction, but in exchange I cry. and cursing."

"A world that doesn't have good manners is boring to me. So, I decided to take a curtain call from there in an interesting way and start a long sleep."

"It's important to me to be polite. If you want me to do something, be polite and pay you, I'll consider it."

【Do you sign a contract? 】

A strange smile appeared in Kino's pupils, as if watching the mastermind behind the writing of these words: "I don't care if you are a human, a ghost, a reincarnation god, or some so-called supreme being. You wake me up from my long sleep, Not only no apology, but some strange requests. I don't even know who you are, and it's the most basic courtesy to say hello before saying hello, isn't it?"

"So, rude person, you ask me if I want to live again and sign a contract? Well, I'll answer it for you."

"I reject."

(End of this chapter)