Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Looking at the flying dice, Mark suddenly understood:

This is his choice.

No matter which world he is, he is just a young man in his twenties, and he just feels like he has just entered a state of great infinity and infinite possibilities.

How could a noble daughter suddenly come out and shout "first meeting, cute, single push" to him, and he will become someone else's husband stupidly, and then be his wife and teach children for the rest of his life?

Before crossing, he was fortunate to grow up in a peaceful country.

At this point, he understands that the power of mortals is nothing but vanity.

Even a battle priest of a church can lead someone to smash an earl's mansion without approval, so what if he is allowed to marry a princess?

In case of encountering a female Tyrannosaurus rex, give him a "first encounter, cute, solo kill" package, then there is no place to cry.

He doesn't like to put his own destiny in the hands of others, which is doomed that he can't be a good baby and accept all the kindness from 'grandfather'.

Although it didn't take long for him to pass through, he had realized that this damn world belonged to a deep class solidification. Ordinary people can hardly find a way to ascend, and all kinds of [weird] and cultists are eager to move. When the force of the old order cannot suppress the opposing forces, that is the day when the chaos comes.

"Heh! Either I've been beaten by this world to the point of losing all hope, or...let me change the world." At the end, Mark's words were ironclad, as if they were loud.

Unsurprisingly, Mark saw the end result of the throw.

【20】!

It seems that this magical dice has never planned to give him the middle option. Either mediocre to death, or set off a turbulent fate.

Yes, luck is conserved.

Since someone singled out a miracle, there are at least 99 krypton gold shipwrecks behind it.

Anyway, there is always someone who wants to become this miracle, why can't this chosen son be me?

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Mark slowly reached out and picked up the dice.

【Do you... believe that there is a god in this world? 】Dice asked suddenly.

"I believe! I don't believe it either!"

【What is a letter? 】

"When a person can't get out of a desperate situation with all the mortal means, whoever pulls a hand will believe that whoever is God is God."

【What is unbelief? 】

"When the so-called gods do nothing and drive mortals to a desperate situation, then they are just the most powerful supernatural beings. When the world doesn't need them, they will be replaced."

Mark said so lightly, as if he was sitting on the KTV main seat, and waved his hand to "change batches".

This is the true God manifested in this world!

The dice should penetrate his mind and verify whether he is lying.

But this is the descendants of Yan and Huang.

In the hearts of Chinese people, God's instrumental attributes are very strong. The third prince of the Dragon King harmed the world, and Nezha would strip him of his skin and bones.

The descendants of Yan and Huang can fear the gods, and when necessary, slaughtering gods and destroying demons will not be soft.

This is the backbone of the descendants of Yan and Huang!

The dice shook violently, and Mark felt that the biggest [abnormal] he had ever encountered was laughing.

The next second, the dice suddenly became extremely hot, and Mark was not scalded, but saw a psychedelic distortion similar to that of high-temperature steam at the edge of his horizon.

He knew that he should accept this power, but his body's instinct refused to let him accept it.

That's too late.

Thousands of voices rushed into his ear drums in an instant, and the clamor of aunts in the ten-zaa market was stacked together, nothing more than this.

He tried his best to cover his ears, but he couldn't accomplish this simple action.

He even thought that he would be the first transmigrator to be killed by noise.

He guessed that this was the result of his challenge to the realm of the gods with his mortal body.

Obviously he can't see it, but the extreme noise has made him delusional: his facial features have long been shrunk into a ball, and his head may explode at any time.

This may be the legend... let's die!

Just when he couldn't stand it, his brain made the most natural response for him - the human nerve can make a shielding effect on its own, deliberately ignoring a certain sound, which is the protective function of the human body.

Mark activated the 'blocking' and 'blocking' functions, without saying a word, he blocked the loudest sound first.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his soul being drawn into outer space.

The ethereal feeling of weightlessness came from all over the body.

Behind it is the Blue Star where the Wright Empire is located.

In front of you are thousands of bright stars.

Without the barrier of the atmosphere, he could not even look at the stars very simply.

How to do?

He thought hard, imagining that he had a protective layer like a space suit, and then put a pair of sunglasses on his soul's eye, completely ignoring the brightest stars in the soul's vision.

"Whoohoo!" Mark gasped heavily.

In the soul world, he doesn't need to breathe, this is more of an instinct and a habit.

After finally getting used to the surrounding environment, he was surprised to find that this is not the starry sky of this world.

He didn't see any of the twelve bright moons in the sky.

The existences that look like stars are impressive souls exuding magnificent brilliance.

They twinkled, and the light stretched and stretched repeatedly.

Mark looked into the distance and found that the far end was all hidden in the fog of shadows. He has a clear understanding that it is a soul that is too far away, far beyond the limit of what he can interfere.

After the noise was blocked, the surroundings became very quiet. In this erratic atmosphere, Mark tried to touch a gray 'star' that was getting dimmer.

Just as his consciousness made a movement similar to 'grab', he immediately heard the other party's voice.

It was a mournful male voice full of unwillingness: "Mary! Mary is still waiting for me, how can I die here! No! Goddess of the night, save me, save me—"

Mark felt his pupils shrink suddenly.

This is a poor man.

But the believers of the Evernight Goddess, it is not his turn to save him as a small intruder.

He retracted his illusory hand of consciousness and quietly watched the gray soul star completely annihilated.

Mark has a clear understanding: it is difficult for a person to make a decision that will cost his life when he has three meals and is safe. No matter how good this kind of person is, if he wants to become a believer of a certain sect, he will only be a shallow believer. Any accident could shake his faith.

What Mark is doing now is undoubtedly changing the existing order of the world and digging the corners of various churches. Various churches may not like each other on weekdays, and they can do everything from stumbles to launching a war of gods. Only when it comes to preventing the rise of new powers will they be astonishingly consistent - suppressing newcomers.

Mark understood that he had to act cautiously.

Since the situation had not changed, he calmed down and began to observe carefully.

He firstly judged that souls higher than his level in the horizon are often dozens of times larger than him. If he pulled it over, it would feel like pulling the moon down from the sky and sticking it on his face.

This is so stupid.

The destiny individuals that he can interfere with are probably the only ones that belong to ordinary people like him.

He ignored those soul stars that were too dim.

After two rounds of primaries, the souls he has to face are still as numerous as the stars in the sky.

So the question is, everyone's needs are very different, how can he make sure that he, the boss, can just meet the other's prayers?

Suddenly, he noticed three small dots of light floating in front of him.

Different from other Soul Stars whose ray of light keeps swaying and even changes their positions quietly, the three light spots in front of him are very stable, just like the satellites of his main star.

When he couldn't help sinking his thoughts and observed further, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

This turned out to be a gift from Galian!

[Jealousy] Stealing the fate of the victim, this is the extraordinary power wielded by the three rising stars of the church, John Cannon.

Storm, wealth, Dionysus, these three powers, Mark is not very popular. Most of the Storm Lord's power is at sea, and it is too limited. Wealth and Dionysus are neutral life powers that can be used as auxiliary powers, but are definitely not suitable for core powers.

With an idea, Mark began to carefully observe the light of those bright new stars and listen to their souls cry.

Finally, he locked on three goals.

"Let me see what these blind boxes can open."