I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

"You don't look satisfied with my arrangement."

The Lord of the Main City, Li Changqing, glanced at his son.

His serious eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

"You call this dissatisfied?"

Li Hongyi's faith collapsed when he heard this.

His tone was agitated: "What are those 40,000 people?!"

Hearing his intense words,

the elegant Uncle Mo beside him spoke.

"It's not the Lord of the City's fault."

"It's because we are on guard against the evil cult."

"The information you have access to is not as extensive as ours."

"In fact, it's not just the advancement of the [Strange] path, but also the [Fooling] path."

This made Li Hongyi's eyes condense.

The Fooling path originated in the West.

It is regarded as one of the righteous gods.

And the only one who needs to make such a scene is the 80-level chaos.

"Destiny: Fooling."

"Level: 80."

"Advanced Ceremony: Chaos of over 100,000 people, reached ten times!"

Seeing Li Hongyi's eyes full of deepness.

Uncle Mo, the 87th-level contract master, also spoke slowly.

"It seems that you have figured it out."

"This is the Lord of the City caring about you."

"There are two captains in the Utopia."

"The one who is hiding behind this time and really wants to advance is their deputy leader."

"I don't know the name, I only know that the code name is Abyss."

"This time he will advance."

"He is hiding behind the scenes, the substitute creature of those faceless men."

"It is his extraordinary item."

"God's Envoy Level: Breeding Staff."

"It can transfer the protected person to a certain creature without facial features."

"It has a stronger life-saving effect than your strange umbrella."

Li Hongyi's face changed when he heard this.

His oil-paper umbrella was just hidden in the strange domain.

But the other party's was transferred, and the effect was very different!

Thinking of this.

He understood that the old fishing man who lured him to the ruins of the rioters was probably not dead.

And the information of these words also gave Li Hongyi a great shock.

Shortness of breath, chest heaving.

He didn't expect that a small city of Eighteen.

was actually visited by the 70-level [Weirdness] and the 80-level [Fooling].

"So, let me go to the Eighteen City."

"The real goal is not to provide support."

"But to draw out the 80-level chaos hidden behind?"

Li Hongyi thought of a deeper meaning.

His expression was slightly cold.

He was a very popular contract genius.

It was indeed important, causing the cult to come out in full force.

Uncle Mo nodded apologetically: "Yes."

"This is the arrangement of the city lord."

"If the other party attacks you, then I will keep them all."

"Solve the ideal country in one fell swoop."

Li Hongyi gritted his teeth slightly: "But they didn't attack."

"So 40,000 people died in vain?"

There was a sound of documents slapping on the table on the desk.

But the city lord Li Changqing leaned back in his chair with an unhappy look.

As if he was dissatisfied with him getting stuck in a dead end.

"This is a necessary sacrifice for the people."

"I am the supervisor of all contracted cities."

"Eliminate evil and allow more people to live in peace and prosperity."

"For this, I've put you on the line."

"I'm sincere enough."

Listening to his father's cold and solemn words.

Li Hongyi just adjusted his breathing heavily.

All his senses were shocked.

He could understand the practice of using him as bait.

If it had been clear in the beginning, he would have been more willing to cooperate.

But using the people as pawns and losing 40,000 people in a bet was hard for him to accept from the education he received since childhood.

What's the difference between this and the cultists?

But this is a treasonous statement.

He didn't say it.

"People can be reborn after death."

"But there are only three God's messengers."

"My expectation for you is to grow into a God's messenger."

"You don't need to bear the pressure from the people."

Father Li Changqing's tone softened.

Knowing the truth, it was a bit too cruel for this kid who was about to be a junior.

There's no difference between humans and beasts.

They are all [breeding] species, with strong adaptability, and can give birth at the age of 14.

If life is regarded as data.

During the prosperous period, the population has been growing rapidly.

This is also the reason why most decent main cities continuously support the ruins of the rioters.

In an unsafe environment, with sufficient food, human nature is numb, and love becomes the only pastime, and the population will not be cut off.

Conversion of faith is only secondary.

But all this still requires Li Hongyi to understand and continue to temper his character.

Considering too much in his heart.

It is not conducive to his growth.

Li Changqing has high expectations for his children.

He does not hope that he will take the people too seriously and get into a dead end.

But the other party's next words.

Make the city lord frown.

"Sorry, father."

"I can't do it."

Li Hongyi left a word.

Turned away coldly.

The city lord snorted.

His eyes were dissatisfied: "You can't be a god's messenger."

"Or can't let go of the people?"

Li Hongyi pushed open the door of the main temple.

No answer.

…

In the empty and solemn office.

Only two middle-aged men were left.

The atmosphere was silent.

Uncle Mo, who was growing a beard.

Sighed slightly: "My nephew has grown up."

"Having your own ideas may be a good thing."

Li Changqing retracted his gaze.

He picked up the document again for approval.

He looked indifferent: "I think it's just a belated rebellion."

Uncle Mo hesitated for a moment: "My nephew's progress in the development of the Steps to God is slow. Do you want me to urge him?"

Li Changqing didn't even raise his head: "If he wants to go on vacation, let him."

"He can only rely on himself for this matter."

...

Eighteen Cities.

Hospital.

Qin Feng was tired of crying.

Sitting on the hospital bed, his whole face was numb.

"You cry so badly."

Huang Ye said with disgust.

Handed over the soy milk and fried dough sticks again.

My deskmate Qin Feng shook his head with a sad expression: "I have no appetite anymore."

Huang Ye looked at the female classmate: "Do you want to eat?"

Yang Xingyu listened to the two bickering.

It was also ridiculous.

But when the attention came to himself.

I was quite uncomfortable.

"I'm not hungry either, thank you."

She was very quiet and silent in class.

He is a small character who is well-behaved and not outstanding in any aspect.

Few people can notice him.

"Then I am really fed to the dog."

Huang Ye's expression was indifferent.

He threw it into the trash can in front of his deskmate.

Qin Feng laughed dumbly.

In normal times, he would definitely fight back.

But the heavy heart and the death of teachers and students made his unrefined ridicule choke in his throat and difficult to say.

His deskmate sighed.

He looked at Huang Ye seriously: "The graduation banquet yesterday afternoon."

"Where did you go?"

"I went to look for the contracted beast." Huang Ye replied indifferently.

This made Qin Feng even more silent.

After a long time, he nodded in fear.

"That's a good thing."

"Luckily you didn't go."

Huang Ye glanced at him: "What would happen if I went."

Qin Feng's expression was serious: "I will avenge you."

Huang Ye smiled lightly: "Just you?"

Looking at the ridicule from the psychological committee, Qin Feng's face flushed: "What's wrong with me!"

"I am also a study committee member after all!"

"It's still a silver faith!"

"Going to a top ten university, there is no problem!"

This made Huang Ye stunned for a moment.

He fell into thinking.

It seems so, his deskmate's talent and ability are not bad.

In the eyes of others, he is a genius.

But why do I always ignore him?

Huang Ye looked at Qin Feng solemnly.

Looking at the seriousness on the other's young face.

Retracted his gaze again.

Sighed slightly.

Still too weak.

By the time he becomes strong and avenges, his urn will be cold.

In the ward.

Falling into a brief silence.

Qin Feng took two tissues and blew his nose.

The eyes lost their spirit.

There was a kind of numb determination:

"Huang Ye."

"I'm glad you're alive."

"Really."

"But Yang Xingyu and I have decided."

"In this life, we must avenge Teacher Liu Feng and the others."

"What about you?"

Huang Ye nodded.

His eyes were empty, but he didn't speak.

Yang Xingyu cast a glance.

Looking at the two very conspicuous boys in the class.

He didn't interrupt.

"Don't you want to?"

Qin Feng asked.

"Yes."

Hearing the answer he wanted.

Qin Feng smiled.

"Then it's decided."

"We are the only ones left in Class 2 of Senior 3."

"If we don't seek justice for them."

"No one will redress their death."

Qin Feng patted Huang Ye's shoulder heavily.

In a serious tone: "Student Yang is of bronze quality, not weak."

"You can trust him."

"I am of silver quality, you can trust me with your back."

"We will not hold you back!"

Huang Ye looked up in astonishment.

Looking at the determined eyes of the two classmates.

After a long time.

A smile bloomed: "Okay."

Getting the answer.

The two classmates who survived the disaster.

Also showed a satisfied smile.

Falling into the vision of the future.

Huang Ye felt that they were too optimistic.

Even if he joined them.

I am afraid they don't know what kind of enemies they will face in the future.

So, he took out the album from the envelope.

"On the way, I printed two more copies."

Huang Ye handed it over.

Qin Feng looked at the photo, and his nose suddenly became sour.

Looking at Huang Ye in astonishment.

On it were the graduation photos that Liu Feng, the head teacher, arranged to take before they attended the graduation banquet.

All the classmates in the class.

All smiled.

Facing the vision of the end of the college entrance examination.

And the relief of high school life.

All are frozen in a small picture.

On it, only Huang Ye has a faint smile.

Between his slightly frowned brows, there is a hint of anxiety.

"This is..."

Qin Feng's voice choked.

Huang Ye stood up: "I just think you are too blindly optimistic."

"Look at the photos, you can cry for a while."

Qin Feng was completely devastated.

He punched Huang Ye hard.

But Huang Ye, who stood up, dodged: "You bastard!"

"I've been crying for a day and a night!"

"What kind of graduation photo is this!!!!!"

"Damn it!"

"Fuck!!"

Qin Feng suddenly started wailing.

Looking at the smiling faces of the classmates in the photo.

Emotions surged again.

Yang Xingyu, who was sobbing quietly, also hid in bed.

Crying bitterly: "Psychological Commission!"

"Uuuuuuuuah, you're so bad!"

Huang Ye looked at the two people who collapsed.

He walked out of the ward contentedly.

After closing the door, his expression slowly became cold.

He was standing in the corridor.

All around were the sick and injured coming and going.

Weeping and shouting can be heard in many places, which is a completely different scene from hell.

But there are angels in white, rushing back and forth nervously, trying their best to save it.

"drop--"

"Didi——"

"Drive, trough!"

"Block it up!"

Huang Ye leaned against the fence.

Looking at the street outside the hospital.

Traffic jam.

Peace of mind.

In that almost stagnant traffic.

Huang Ye saw a familiar figure.

It was a bus with a missing roof, as if it had been chopped down with a sharp weapon.

It turned into a convertible and was now blocked on the road.

Very conspicuous.

"What's wrong with this bus?"

"Why is the roof gone?"

"Where did you bring back the rags!"

"The glass windows are all broken!"

"There are blood stains on it!"

"It seems that a lot of things did happen last night!"

"Why is this slave so cruel? He won't even let the bus go!"

"Now that the roof of the car is gone, will it still be used to pick up passengers?"

"Then this is too dark!"

"What a waste management company!"

"It's so hot and wet in the sun and rain!"

The appearance of this car attracted the attention of many drivers and passers-by.

Listen to their discussions about their works.

Huang Ye smiled knowingly.

This also reminded Huang Ye, who took out his mobile phone and deleted the license plate number recorded in the memo.

The mood returns to calmness.

Then, close your eyes.

Consciousness returns to the inner space of the head.

We came to the first rotten coffin with signs of being chewed.

In that coffin.

There was a police firearm, no bullets.

Next to the gun, there was a mobile phone lying quietly.

That was the cell phone of the roommate Li Tianqi who Sui Gui had brought in.

Huang Ye picked it up.

After pressing it, there is still a lot of power.

There was some filth left in the coffin.

There are still many holes underneath.

It should have been chewed up by extraordinary alien ants.

He just stayed quiet for a while.

Nor did he say hello to his family.

Holding the new mobile phone, my consciousness returned to its original state.

Looking at the slowly moving roofless bus, Huang Ye dialed the phone.

"It's me, Pantheon."

On the other end of the phone.

The old fishing man received a strange phone call.

He also frowned.

He couldn't remember who could get through this phone number.

But soon, Ye Weimin remembered.

At No. 499, a number was given to a believer of destruction who wore a mask.

"I'll call him."

"It's to make him identify himself."

"Remind Lin Qiao that the advancement ceremony can be postponed."

"Because I don't know if there is a stronger existence behind Li Hongyi."

"After all, we can free Li Hongyi."

"It's questionable in itself."

"But Lin Qiao still held an advancement ceremony."

"It shows that the deputy leader did not stop it."

"So that this disaster continues to spread."

"So, did that kid convey my thoughts?"

Ye Weimin didn't answer.

Let the phone ring.

Caught in doubt.

He looked at Lin Qiao sitting in the parking space covered with blood.

Frowning.

Soon, he grinned.

"This guy is interesting."

"Dare to steal the resources of level 70 hell."

"And escaped."

"You are really brave and resourceful."

"The happiest thing is that Lin Qiao was defeated."

Before he got in the car, he naturally heard the conversation between General Liang and Lin Qiao.

I don't bother to ask about the details.

But for those who destroy believers.

He was quite appreciative.

Thinking about it, he should have advanced to become a gravedigger.

"I didn't expect that all the hard work made by everyone was to make a wedding dress for him."

"After all, you can escape from Li Hongyi's Yang Yanying before you advance."

"This kid is amazing."

"It's not in vain that I sacrificed many slaves to let him leave."

Then, he answered the phone with a smile.

He listened silently as he announced his home address.

Sen smiled coldly.

He had already guessed it.

This Pan Sen's name is probably also fake.

He remained calm: "What's the matter?"

Huang Ye lay on the railing, the cold evening wind blowing the tips of his hair.

Slowly swaying.

His tone was indifferent: "I want to join the Utopia."

"Give me a chance."

…

(PS: The transition plot is over, the causes and consequences have been explained, and most of the foreshadowing has been taken back. I am very satisfied with it. It has also paved the way for a new main line.)

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