Part-time as God of the Heavens

"How do you guarantee that you won't die?"

"It's just me saying that you definitely don't believe it, so I'm going to let time prove this matter," Zhou Yi said.

"Then what about you, Mr. Wake, why did you want to quit?"

"I..." Wick hesitated, "because of one person."

"Men...women?" Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Okay, women, love, yes, this is indeed one of the emotions that can make people face life and death. For this, I toast you."

"You really know psychology?" Wick asked suspiciously.

He hadn't answered Zhou Yi's question just now, but Zhou Yi gave the answer with certainty.

Of course Wick didn't know that Zhou Yi was a cheater.

"A little bit," Zhou Yi said, "It's just some hobbies in the spare time. It seems that I have analyzed it correctly again."

"You're right," Wick said. "Because I met her, I learned that there are other... more meaningful things in this world."

"Then, for the time being, the purpose between the two of us, to a certain extent, should be the same," Zhou Yi concluded. "We all have to fight against the hotel."

"What I have to do is not as difficult as yours," Wick shook his head. "I just want to quit."

"That's enough," Zhou Yi chuckled, "what requirements will they give you? Wick?"

"If it were me, I would give you a mission that you thought could not be completed, and let you die in that mission. In this way, it is justifiable and maintains the dignity of the Continental Hotel."

"...So, what do you want to do?"

Wick had to admit that there was nothing wrong with Zhou Yi's statement. With Wick's knowledge of the group, they could indeed do such a thing.

"I think you probably know it too," Zhou Yi raised his glass and gestured to Wick, "I want to invite you to join the Templars."

"I don't see anything that would allow me to join," Wick said unmoved. "Your strength is very strong, but compared to what you're trying to do, it's still not enough, far from enough."

"This is just a pre-agreed agreement, which means that you are willing to consider this matter." Zhou Yi's hand stopped in the air, motionless.

"You can make a choice after I show enough strength, but now, I need an advance answer, because in this way, you are worthy of my time and energy."

"...you're confident," Wick asked. "Why?"

"Because the extremes of things are reversed, and the cathodes are always positive," Zhou Yi said, "I am the Templar who wants to bring sunshine back to this world."

"Sounds like a religious lunatic talking nonsense." Wick sighed.

"but……"

"Who told me to try something that a madman would do right away?"

The wine glasses collided, making a crisp sound.

...

Wanted.

Carlos walked into a secret room.

Logically speaking, he is not qualified to enter here.

Only Sloan, the leader of the League of Assassins, can enter here.

However, such a thing of course couldn't help the Assassin Master "Cross" Carlos.

He came here in search of something.

"Fate..." Carlos looked at the huge loom in the center of the secret room.

This is the legacy of the Assassin League for thousands of years, the [Loom of Fate]!

Kill one person, save a thousand people, this is the creed of all assassins of the Assassin League.

Moreover, they also believed in the guidance from fate, believed in the list given by the loom, and believed that what they were doing was correct.

"But when fate is controlled by humans..." Carlos walked to the loom and stroked the spinning yarn on it lightly.

The hand holding the gun, while stroking the veil, is cautious and full of piety.

"Are you still the same you? Destiny? Or have you become a tool for others to seek their own personal gain?"

Carlos stopped, stared at the loom, stared at it for a long time, and asked softly for a long time.

"If you are still fate, then please give me guidance and tell me who is the real enemy of the Assassin League..."

The voice of the words turned into a breeze, blowing through the spinning yarn, causing the slender silk threads, invisible to the naked eye, to vibrate gently.

for a long time.

"..." Carlos turned around in disappointment, ready to leave.

"Click."

An almost imperceptible sound made Carlos stop and stand there, not moving.

Slowly, he turned, trembling, to the loom.

"Click, click..."

The sound gradually continued, the arbor, the wand, the pair of rollers...all the parts, without any driving force, began to move!

Under the watchful eyes of Carlos, this fate loom, without any power, started to run on its own and wove a section of spinning yarn.

Carlos stepped forward gently, gently and carefully, lifted the piece of fabric, cut it out, and put it under the microscope.

1, 0, 1, 0...

The binary code automatically began to be combined in Carlos' mind, corresponding, allowing him to parse the corresponding letters.

finally--

"Sloan..."

A sigh echoed in the secret room, and gradually returned to silence.

Among them, anger, regret, and... happiness?

...

"So, my words reminded you of some previous details, and then you went directly to the loom of destiny, asked the loom, and got the answer?"

Zhou Yi was dumbfounded.

This time, he was really dumbfounded.

Before, it wasn't that he didn't know the special features of the fate loom. After all, an item that can be passed down by the Assassin Organization for thousands of years should have something... special?

However, this has no power source, what the hell is a loom that moves and weaves by itself?

How did it move?

magic?

Or because, true destiny?

Zhou Yi couldn't help but come up with a lot of ideas.

It's just that he wasn't so shocked that he lost his mind.

A little surprise at most.

After all, it's not like he hasn't seen unscientific things!

Moreover, the so-called unscientific is just science that cannot be understood at the current level of cognition.

The end of science is theology. In fact, this sentence is very reasonable to explain from a certain point of view——

Because, looking at the level reached at the end of science from the current perspective, it is naturally incomprehensible, and it looks like a god.

But once it reaches that level, what is unscientific, and what was previously regarded as theology, will naturally become scientific.

With that, of course, comes a new end, a new, so-called "theology."

"Yes," of course Carlos didn't know that Zhou Yi had so much mental activity in just a few seconds, "I deciphered the code and got Sloan's name."

PS: After the exam, the blood tank was emptied, and I tried my best to write it for so long... Send it first and then change it, ask for a ticket! Tomorrow's can only be written tomorrow morning!

I haven't forgotten to update, can you guys forget to vote for me? Can't you? Can't you? No one really forgot to vote for me! ! ! Σ(°△°|||)︴