She Chooses To Destroy the World

It is strange to imagine that this scene is really strange. The God of Light is still busy with ordinary affairs, completely ignorant of things that are closely related to him, but several gods of the Dark Night system sit together and open the gambling market, guessing who is more likely to be the final winner.

Alice wanted to ask a little more, but Bacchus had obviously begun to be impatient.

"Don't ask any more." He said, "Today is a holiday, and you should drink."

He reached for Hewlett, and the glass for Alice was full again. His attitude cannot be rejected, and Alice drank a full glass under his sign.

Today, the wine is really strong, and Alice feels that the world in front of her has begun to change a little, and the noise of the drinking guests in the tavern also seems to be distant. The **** in front of him was watching her with the same face as Etienne with interest.

"You are boring than I thought." He commented, "I thought that the person who made this choice would... be more open."

"That's really sorry," Alice, who was already drunk, became unceremonious. "I'm not crazy enough to let you down."

"That's not true." Bacchus continued, "Humans are always diverse, and most species of humans will not let me down. Under the power of wine, humans will always show a completely different state from usual. ...Now I'm just waiting to see the moment when you make a difference."

This time, Bacchus did not ask Hewlett to pour any more, he snapped his fingers, and the glass in front of Alice was automatically filled. Then he pointed to the cup and motioned to Alice to continue drinking.

Alice didn't want to drink any more, she sensed malice in the voice of the gods.

Bacchus’ malice is not pure malice for evil and evil, nor is it common among humans to achieve a certain benefit deliberately, but a desire for chaos, which is full of excitement and excitement. The excitement of turning upside down. This attitude can even be called naive at some point. But for humans, the innocence of the gods is dangerous.

She tried to resist the influence of Bacchus and tried to stay awake, but she realized with horror that she could not even control her arm.

This is the first time she has experienced the horror of the power of the gods directly acting on her body. It is not the abstract magic power that drives the growth of crops, nor the harmless magic power that saves lives or becomes an animal. It is the absolute power of the gods. In front of him, human beings have become so weak to control their own spirit, her body no longer belongs to her.

Alice watched her arms move, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and poured the wine into her throat. She wanted to close her lips to prevent herself from drinking the liquid in the glass, but this effort was in vain, and the magical power of the gods drove her to open her mouth and drank the jelly in the glass in one go.

She shouldn't have been drunk so easily, but the jelly poured by the gods himself is probably mixed with magical power that does not exist in the wine brewed in the human world. Her consciousness was in the midst of being separated, and she gradually began to wonder where she was, and forgot that the person in front of her was not a character she was familiar with.

"Master Etienne?" She giggled, "I'm so happy to see you."

If Alice was still awake, even if the person in front of her was really Etienne, she would not have said such a thing with such an attitude. But in this state, she was a bit like a child back then, with a natural trust and affection for the gentle priest with blond hair.

The **** in front of him deliberately adjusted his expression, looking very much like the real Etienne.

"I'm very happy too." His attitude is as gentle as the real Etienne. "I will be with you tonight. Surely you will be very happy, right?"

"Are... together?"

She repeated Bacchus's words strenuously. At this time, Alice’s comprehension had dropped to the level of ten years ago. In other words, it is difficult to say what she has so-called comprehension at this time. Her mind is completely abnormal. .

"Don't you like it, eh?"

Bacchus played with her, like a doll. If her answer didn't meet his wishes, he could make her shake or nod at will. Anyway, her current mind was already unable to make any real judgments, and Bacchus didn't mind judging or choosing for her.

"Now you should go with me." He said softly, "but it's actually pretty good here...you don't mind the crowded place, do you?"

Even if Alice's brain is abnormal, she can detect something wrong, but she is unable to react, so she can only ask with her mouth open:

"what?"

Bacchus stood up and put his hand on Alice's shoulder. He tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about what to do with her.

But Alice is actually not completely defenseless.

The world of absolute rationality that I saw the night before allowed Alice's already very strong mental power to rise to a level, surpassing the category of ordinary humans. Although Bacchus' wine can temporarily conceal her sanity, it cannot last forever.

At this moment, the immediate crisis caused Alice's mental power to expand as never before. Alice's true consciousness finally broke through the barrier in Bacchus's liquor, making her frown and shout:

"No! No way!"

Bacchus was obviously surprised by the resistance, and he laughed:

"Can you actually resist the power of the gods? Things really get interesting."

He was about to add a little more mana to completely control her spirit. At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly opened, and a man strode in and shouted at the person standing in front of the bar:

"Bacchus what are you doing!"

The visitor has tan hair and eyes. Bacchus has never seen this face, but the **** wants to judge the identity of the existence in front of him without relying on sight.

He squinted his eyes to look at the person, and gave a cheerful smile:

"I thought I was watching you all the time, and I didn't miss a little plot. It seems that when I was distracted, I had missed a lot... Have you actually evolved to such an extent? Dear God of the future?"

"Don't talk nonsense." The human-shaped Circillian said solemnly, "Give Alice back to me."

"Don't be angry." Bacchus smiled with a good temper. "You delivered your little toy to me. If I don't accept it, do you seem to show disrespect for you?"

"You know why I let her over."

"In my opinion, being willing to take such a risk means that you have decided to give her to me."

"Don't be fooling around." Cecilian frowned in response to Bacchus's arrogance. "You know yourself, you don't really want her."

Bacchus may not really want Alice, but Cecilian's tone clearly makes him very unpleasant:

"Do you really think you can stop me? You are now in a barrier constructed with my divine power, and you are just a **** without a believer. You can't wake up no matter how hard you are lying in the coffin, and you have nothing to do with the poor reptile. Distinction. If it weren’t for me to construct a space completely different from the present world, you wouldn’t even be able to appear in the present posture. Even if your entity itself is in a higher level domain, the rules will actually not change— In general, gods without believers count as nothing."

"But you still bet that I will win."

"Our gambling game may last for thousands of years." Bacchus said softly, "It's impossible for things like this to come out within a hundred or two hundred years, but her life is only human life. In the gambling game, what she can do is limited. In your opinion, what position is she in?"

"What you said is just your own opinion." Cecilian said very calmly, "In my opinion, she is the key to everything."

Cecilian's expression was very serious, Bacchus looked at his expression and rolled his eyes:

"It's not interesting at all."

After saying this, the **** disappeared instantly. Circelian walked to Alice's side. She couldn't hold her back at this moment, and she lay down in front of the bar. Cecilian shook her body gently and opened her mouth to call her name:

"Alice, wake up, wake up."

Bacchus has already left, and the power exerted on Alice has begun to dissipate. She freed herself from Bacchus's mana, raised her head, and asked in a daze:

"Where is Master Etienne?"

"He is no longer here."

"Oh." She breathed a sigh of relief, and went down to sleep. Cecilian called her again, but couldn't wake her up.

The contending with Bacchus just brought Alice's mental power to its limit. At this time, she was too tired to say a word of extra. Cecilian sat down beside her with a little helplessly, accompanied her, patted her on the back lightly.

The barrier formed by Bacchus's mana blocked the connection between Circirian and Alice, but it also created a special area where he could appear in the form of a human. Although Bacchus has already left at this moment, the barrier formed by Bacchus's mana has not disappeared yet, allowing him to stay here for a while.

If Alice could wake up, she would never let go of this opportunity to talk face-to-face with Circillian, but it was a pity that she slept too hard, even if he wanted to say something to her, it was no good.

It was morning when Alice woke up, and Circrian was no longer here.

She patted her cheek, trying to remember what happened last night, but she didn't succeed. She thought of Bacchus's name and Etienne's face, vaguely as if something very important had happened. But the conversation between them had already turned into a plume of smoke, disappeared in her mind, forgotten, she didn't think of anything.

She stood up and was surprised to find that all the people in the tavern were lying on the table and slumbering. These people were all hit by Bacchus's spells and were not capable of resisting them. I was afraid they would have to sleep here all the time. Until noon.

Alice stretched her waist and went to wash her face in the back bathroom.

When she washed her hands and face, feeling that she was finally fully awake, and was about to come out of the bathroom, she suddenly heard the sound of conversation from the back kitchen.

The entire tavern is asleep. Who is the one standing in the back kitchen talking?