Wizard, I have a different world

Ace held a potato roll dipped in cream sauce in his right hand, and a small cup of milk tea in his left hand, sipping it slowly and slowly.

"tasty!"

“So delicious!”

She smiled brightly, like a child who tasted delicious food, with an innocent smile on her face.

But Barrow didn't dare to be careless. He had experienced the extreme malice of this 'girl'.

evil!

confusion!

That's Ace's true nature.

"It seems that I am the real son of destiny." After licking the cream at the corner of his mouth, Ace said slowly:

"Although I don't believe in destiny, being the first to be resurrected in this era means having everything."

"Well..."

She took another bite of the potato roll, with a look of enjoyment on her face:

"Although a mortal's body is very weak, his mind is full of imagination. I had never eaten such a good thing at that time."

"Then you eat slowly." Barrow smiled and asked for some more snacks, then filled the table:

"We're in no hurry."

He quietly moved his feet and rubbed them gently on the ground.

This is a must-have message method for the Night Watch. There is no energy fluctuation at all, but it can be detected by the organization.

Ace didn't seem to notice his little move, he smiled and tasted the delicious food in his hand, and even burped.

"Comfortable!"

"It's not in vain that I was trapped for so many years."

"This continent has been transformed so well by those gods, but now they want to take advantage of me in vain."

"Well..."

As if she thought of something, she tapped her fingers on the table, and a piece of paper filled with words appeared out of thin air.

"Little guy."

She looked at Barrow:

"Read what's on it."

"...Yes." Barrow picked up the paper expressionlessly and read helplessly even though he was unwilling to do so:

"The source of chaos, the fountain of desire, the lord of the cycle of life and death..."

Um?

Why does this feel so familiar?

It seemed that Professor Carr had himself read something similar.

These are the names of the ancient god Ace, so what did Professor Karl ask himself to read?

Barrow felt weird, but he didn't notice that Ace's expression was getting colder and colder, and his face was getting darker and darker.

"Enough!"

Her voice deepened:

"Damn it!"

"Uh..." Barrow stopped speaking:

"What's wrong?"

"It seems that the human emperor not only indirectly killed the gods by swallowing the God-killing Spear." Ancient God Ace said in a cold voice:

"He has also made certain changes to you humans, making the creatures on this continent inert to faith, making it difficult for gods to gain faith through you."

"What a trick!"

"He can transform all living beings. No wonder he can kill the gods. I'm afraid this man is no ordinary person."

Without faith, for gods, it is equivalent to having no source of power and can never become stronger.

but……

"It doesn't matter!"

Ace chuckled, his voice cold:

"Just start over. In the history of the gods, world-destroying disasters occur every once in a while."

As long as she gets the power left over from the six superior gods, she can stand at the pinnacle of this continent.

At that time,

All it takes is a world-destroying disaster and the creation of a new human race. This is nothing to a sixth-order peak powerhouse.

Moreover,

If all goes well, she will most likely become level seven.

"What a cute little girl."

The stall owner who was doing business came in front of him at some time, and greeted Ace with a smile:

"Can I take a photo?"

"Taking pictures?" Ace raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." The stall owner smiled:

"My child has always been reluctant to have children, saying that children are troublesome. I want him to see that there are cute children like you."

"Maybe after seeing it, he will be willing to have children."

"No need." Barrow stood up quickly and waved his hand:

"You go about your business."

"Don't." Ace put down the things in his hands:

"bring it on."

Barrow froze.

The stall owner gave the two people a strange look. In his opinion, Barrow should be the little girl's father, or at least an elder like an uncle. He never expected that the person who made the decision was actually the little girl.

"That's good."

After hesitating for a moment, the stall owner took out his camera and found a suitable angle to press the button on Ace.

"Crack!"

This is a camera that shoots right out of the box, the photos slide right out from underneath.

The stall owner caught the photo and looked down and was startled. There was no little girl in the photo at all, only...

"Well……"

"Peng!"

The stall owner's body trembled and suddenly shattered into blood, as if a high-explosive bomb hidden in his body was ignited.

Mortals cannot look directly at God!

"ah!"

"What's going on?"

"..."

On the street where people were coming and going, such a scene suddenly happened, and the passers-by were immediately frightened and screamed crazily.

"What's it called?"

Ace growled:

"Fuck them all to death!"

"die!"

After the word "death" came out, there was a sudden silence in the place, and then one figure after another fell to the ground silently.

"you!"

Barrow's face was livid, and he gritted his teeth and glared at Ace:

"Why?"

"Because it's fun."

Ace jumped off the chair, pacing among the corpses on the ground with his hands behind his back:

"Humans, apart from providing faith to the gods, are only qualified as toys."

"Comfortable!"

"..." Barrow's body trembled, looking at the corpses on the ground, he felt powerless, and finally sighed and followed.

"You killed Blaise and Monica?"

"How could it be?" Ace smiled and shook his head:

"I have cursed, but Monica is a vampire, the mortal enemy of the gods, of course I can't let her go easily."

"They are in a chaotic and twisted place where they don't have to worry about survival."

"Huh?"

Ace frowned:

"I seem to have done something wrong?"

"Forget it."

"It doesn't matter!"

With her current strength, in the era when the gods have fallen, there is no one who can threaten her existence.

…………

The world of paintings.

Because it was in the core area of ​​the battle between the two gods when it was sealed, and Ace casually put a layer of barrier that had been lost in ancient times, causing the flow of time inside to be different from the outside world.

Blaise and Monica cut down trees and built a wooden house in the forest. There was a stream not far away.

There were fish in the stream, animals in the forest, and fruits on the trees, so there was no need to worry about eating and drinking.

The two of them lay on the rocking chairs they made, looking at the sky leisurely.

"Unfettered days..."

Monica smiled:

"Not bad, actually."

"Yes." Blaise nodded:

"I would rather live here forever, although it is monotonous, it is also fulfilling."

"Dear." Monica touched her slightly bulging belly:

"I have gained weight during this period."

"Maybe I am pregnant." Blaise tilted his head:

"Only the belly?"

"It is impossible to get pregnant." Monica shook her head:

"We are cursed by the gods and can never give birth to offspring. Our ancestors tried their best but could only give birth to low-level blood races, that is, those 'vampires' who cannot see the sun."

"Really?" Blaise didn't care:

"Maybe there will be accidents, but I am looking forward to the birth of our children."

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College.

"Ace."

Barrow looked ugly:

"Why did you come here?"

Looking at the college students coming and going, the energetic face was covered with a layer of black death at some point.

If something happens here...

Barrow's heart skipped a beat.

"Although I don't like wizards, I agree with what they say." Ace licked his lollipop and said:

"Knowledge is power!"

"I have been locked up for too many years. Even though I have learned some things from the memory of the devoured chanter, I still missed too much."

"Come here and take a look to make up for the missing things."

While talking.

The two have already walked into the library.

It is class time now, and there are not many people in the library. When you go up to the literature and history area on the third floor, the number of people is even pitiful.

"Barrow."

A familiar voice sounded:

"Why are you here?"

"Professor Carl!"

Barrow turned around and glanced at me:

"I have something to do, you go about your business."