Survival Qualification Test

Yuan Rong is a person who is "not so rich". To be precise, his emotions are thin.

Reflected in life is his extremely narrow circle of friends and social networking. It is difficult for him to build a strong relationship with people. It's not that he has a flawed personality. He knows how to be flattering. He is also positive in the three views, but he has always been too lazy to develop his favorite abilities.

Now, however, he hates his coldness.

——He couldn’t think of anyone other than a roommate who could rely on him the first time.

He was awkward, dragging his soft legs, and walked back to the dormitory building step by step.

In just a few days, it was actually the few days he had communicated with strangers the most and the most lively.

And three people have forcibly poured into his life with a large number of strong colors.

coincidence? Who will believe it?

The huge dormitory building was shrouded in the shade covering the whole sky, and it seemed dark and dim. The dinner was empty, and the students in different clothes clamored back and forth, and they just made this vision angry.

Yuan Rong supported the stairs and walked up step by step.

Like Sisyphus pushing a stone towards the top of an infinite despair.

In a trance, Yuanrong thought with a wry smile, it turned out that he was feeling this way! Who told him to kidnap &%￥!

Who was kidnapped?

It was inevitable that Yuan Rong paused. He should have accidentally skimmed the story earlier.

The door of their dormitory was wide open, and there was a tender fragrance of food inside.

Yuanrong walked in far away from the 502 unpleasant fast peeling seal.

Guan Li was looking down at a book, listening to Yuan Rong entering the door. He smiled and looked up, as if he had read something interesting.

"Come and eat, it's going to be cold."

Yuan Rong nodded reluctantly, washed his hands and sat down, taking over the chopsticks that Guan Li broke apart.

It is the chestnut chicken he loves to eat. The Yucui Building, which sells chestnut chickens, is the furthest away from the dormitory area.

He silently swallowed the food and listened to Guan Li's exhaustive search for topics. There was a silent "um", but Guan Li had a very happy conversation.

He swallowed the last piece of chestnut, sighed, and looked at the source of the noise that stopped abruptly.

"You are not suitable for this."

"Rong?"

This endless sentence came too suddenly, and Guan Li froze for a moment, not knowing how to react.

Yuan Rong didn't say anything. He picked up the leftover lunch and threw it into the trash can, then lowered his eyes and said quietly: "Look, you don't actually like to eat this thing, nor do you like to say that these nutritious and boring Then, you have to force yourself to do this."

"It's weird." His curled eyelashes made an elegant curvature in the air, and a pair of calm and cold black eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts straight, "Guanli, you are very strange."

The chestnut chicken in front of Guan Li never moved.

Yuan Rong picked up the Guan Li seat and read the very happy book just now. It was his "provisional weapon" "Securities Investment" that night, and the title of "Rong Rong" in the title of the thin gold body was very conspicuous.

Guan Li was frightened by his cold and cold tone. He stood up sharply to grab Yuanrong's hand, as if it would make him feel at ease, but Yuanrong escaped gently sideways.

He retreated to the wall on the far side of the dormitory, which was only a few meters away from the desk where Guan Li was located, but Guan Li felt so distressed.

...He didn't want to be near me.

Even in a room of less than twenty square meters, he must keep the furthest distance that I can reach.

Yuan Rong looked at a series of actions that the tall man was embarrassed and overwhelmed, and his heart was very complicated.

He finally sighed and said what he was pressing against his throat, restraining himself from speaking.

"...I don't know what you are. Ghost, monster, or god."

He then smiled bitterly: "It is better to be God, so that I can be less afraid. I understand that you are not malicious to me, and you get along well. But... can you let me go?"

He was stunned by the Guanguan, unbelievable and a sorrowful eye came out, and continued to talk so ruthlessly and meanly.

"Are you satisfied? Chi Shu, Xu Lunkai, oh, and poor Luo Shi, who was innocently involved. I don’t know how you did it, and why you can’t bear to stop me for so long. You I want to play with my family and play a loving game, but I don’t want to."

"It's time to stop." He seriously looked at the man who suppressed the worst of the worst storm in his deep eyes. "Whether it's'disappearing', or... your strange feelings for me."

The man finally said, "Are you condemning me? For strangers, I only knew strangers for two days?"

"Yes," Yuan Rong evoked a cruel, beautiful smile as usual, "You admit it, right? Unfortunately, you made a mistake, I did not condemn the stranger, I condemn the innocent. . What did they do wrong, you want to erase their existence? Just because they talked about something? For example...' Ouroboros'?"

Yuan Rong saw Guan Li's eyes trembling with satisfaction.

He maliciously pursued: "Let me think about what the "Hager" may be. "Source", "the truth of all things", "the only true god", I don't know what you are, but you are maintaining the "snake". Your superior, your manufacturer, everything you admire and love the most, right?"

"Luo Shi said to me that when you call the real name of the god, the **** can feel it.

"You are afraid. It is afraid that it will be heard, that it will be awakened by, isn't it? Your relationship is not good, otherwise you won't be hiding in a ridiculous human body, acting secretly like a sewer mouse."

"Don't say it," Guan Li shuddered and closed his eyes. "Your speculation, nothing is true."

"Conjecture?" Yuan Rong sneered. "If you think I'm telling a lie, you won't use this word. You will say nonsense, say I am delusional, not speculate. Let me think... if words have energy , Then you may not lie."

Guan Li said nothing, he lowered his eyes, and his tall body was sitting in a dormitory-style stool, so that Yuan Rong couldn't bear it.

But he continued.

"Tell me, what the **** are you trying to hide?"

The atmosphere was so cold that it was dead.

Guan Li did not attack, and did not force Yuanrong to shut up, which was expected by Yuanrong.

After all, he is a roommate who has been with him for two years. His self-professional ability is not bad, and his temperament and character of Guan Li are transparent-especially in the face of the original appearance, he can give back a million steps of strange feelings.

This also applied to the conjecture that Yuan Rong least wanted to admit.

Introduce yourself, maybe, not outside the "event".

Yuanrong initially thought that he was just an observer, an observer, an outsider who accidentally witnessed the "event". But from the perspective of Guan Li's excessive tension, he is an "inside player."

In the silent file of Guan Li, what he thought quickly in his head was his real role in the "event".

Victims, perpetrators, cause and effect... what is it?

Guan Li lowered his head and could not see his expression clearly, but the original appearance could truly feel his sadness.

The sorrow seemed to be solidified, and in the weak buzz of the air conditioner, he was hovering in the dim and narrow dormitory. In a trance, Yuan Rong seemed to feel that all the shadows in the room were shaking, and the junction between light and dark was like a melted ink, gradually blurred...

Obviously the perpetrator, who would you pretend to look like this?

Yuanrong walked over gently, squatted in front of the man with his head down, and met the stunned eyes for his appearance.

"Tell me," his voice was low and soft, like the lure of a vicious and patient snake in the dormant swamp, "Tell me everything I should know; tell me why you meet on the first day and don't want to,'Dare' The reason for calling me by my last name—"

At that moment, he suddenly heard the blasting sound of something exploding, he heard the air being squeezed and pulled out instantly, the infinite expansion and deformation of the "Baha" sound, he also heard thousands of wolf dogs screaming in the sky-

He turned his head in horror, the ceiling collapsed in front of his eyes, the wall peeled off like a stream of water, the floor cracked a scalp-like texture, everything collapsed and destroyed.

He even suffocated for a second, because the air was evacuated and the pressure suddenly changed, causing him to temporarily lose consciousness for a while.

Finally, the color is also lost.

Yuan Rong looked down at his hand, its color was stripped off, and it was still as delicate and smooth as a soft snake.

Somehow, he can still breathe, he can still move, he opened his eyes, in the distance, under the black and white dim sky of Guangliao, he saw the towering mountains and peaks, the river flowing from it, he was not affected by it Controlling walked towards that.

In one or two steps, he immediately realized that this seemed to be the place where "snake" entrenched in the illusion of countless dreams.

When he walked in, he realized that the mountain peaks were so high.

The sky is low and dark, and it seems that the haze has been dormant for a century, and the storm is coming. And the highest peak was pointing directly to the deepest void in the uppermost part, and the field of vision could not be touched.

It's just that I don't have the impression that there should be a breeze here, nor are there three or five people playing in groups.

He immediately realized that there seemed to be only himself.

What about Guan?

I really want to see him. There is nothing in space here, only silent winds and silent mountains and rivers, no color or sound.

Come with me...

He opened his mouth uncontrollably, and his throat wriggled, calling out the name: "%￥#......"

What do you mean?

He actually understands that this is the most primitive human being, the most primitive god, the first syllable when the first creature thinks it is necessary for the first time when the most distant and initial language has not yet been born.

what.

A.

In other words, he divided his own half, and he created the name of the first and ordinary creature under his careless action.

I remember who he is, then, me?

There was no substance, only two masses of energy in the void, the little group carefully and timidly protruded his subtle consciousness.

[What do I call you? 】

[I thought of a good way, let’s create the language, so that we can write, and pass on all our things...]

[How interesting! You see, my name is the most common and common syllable you give. A, yours must be greater, more advanced, and more...

[〇 How! Just like your most perfect and sacred body, all your creations will be honored by this, with the most common and simplest form, carrying your most consciousness -]

That little talk of tuberculosis, he abandoned [every useless, all sins], he crooked the first creation of success, his son, partner, younger brother, his A in the mythical system of distorted myths.

What happened later?

Everything has changed.

The simple little energy ball twirling in his ears day and night was broken by the annoying gangster next door.

One day next door was like him, awakened a consciousness.

The group of consciousness is very different from his source, lest the world is not chaotic, creating a bunch of small, fragile, short-lived lifeless creatures, and called them "humans."

The next-door bar elf also stole the fire to them while he was sleeping. He stole the communication between him and the small talk tuber, which simplified the language of God to give "human beings" as a language. Since then, the fire of human civilization has been lit up for a long time.

And that group of **** little creatures broke his petty tuberculosis.

A solar era passed, he woke up from his sleep, and he heard A gently ask him in the same, careful tones as before [They said, I caused it by something you don’t want, really? 】

He just woke up, and thousands of complicated unprocessed data streams poured into his mind, and he was not used to the dramatic changes in the outside world. 】

There are too many things that appear conscious.

He pillowed the mountains and rivers where he was sleeping; even the wind he exhaled, what humans call this "qi luck", was contaminated with his breathing energy day and night, and he became self-conscious.

After all, he counted the "creation" he gave birth to, and he satisfies the naming of the two, and is in charge of the priesthood second only to him.

But besides that, there are millions of miscellaneous fishes who are eager to get involved in the rule of law, and there is a lot of chatter every day.

The nihilistic space where the law is located was smoldered by the consciousness groups, and the emotional data stream bursting from all consciousness made him headache.

He roared up in the sky: [If you want to control, just don’t control—]

His circled body condensed a strange space and threw all the millions of consciousness into it.

He was going to destroy them all, and the small group begged him pity and justice.

Xiaotuan persuaded him to say: [How good it is to stay and help you, you can stay asleep forever, no matter what. 】

It makes sense.

Therefore, he defined a new large and meticulous law, to eliminate the complexities in the million consciousness, and to screen the elite.

The first phase of the survival qualification test, also known as the priesthood test, was launched.

The little group volunteered: [I will supervise them, I will help you to keep an eye on order. 】

He thought about it and felt good.

So he redefines the law: [Your name is ‘management’ in all languages, and you have the power to manage and modify all the laws I have defined. 】

It was just that he didn't expect that his definition of laziness would make the small group secretly grow into the energy body after him.

When he wakes up again, he has entered the third solar era.

He learned from the world's information flow that overwhelmed everything. As the administrator under all his definitions, Datuanzi has become the "the only true god" believed in the mouth of "human beings", absorbing a huge amount of faith. In various mythological systems, it is always said that the original **** first created the first creature as a companion.

It's quite interesting.

He called the big group: [A, why do you want to spread this hypothesis? 】

The big group is always respectful: [Isn’t it? You created my original intention, didn't you want me to accompany you? 】

He was startled.

This seems to be the case.

In the emptiness of nothing at first, he twitched his negative, unneeded energy, like sadness, jealousy, greed, and any useless and meaningless things.

He felt he could not be deceived.

[No. You are just something I gave up that is useless to me. 】

The big ball was stunned.

The big chatter finally closed his mouth.

The big ball disappeared for a long time, so long that he was almost bored to sleep.

He thought that the big dumplings were actually very good, industrious and respectful, and took care of everything in an orderly manner: when the big dumplings made another space, they threw all the annoying humans over there, as if to call the universe so strange Name, in short, the rule space is finally clean.

After a long time, the big dumplings came back.

However, the big dumpling abandoned his favorite white light and became a black dumpling.

Its energy source did not know what went wrong, and it continued to dissipate sadness and pain, which made him a little curious.

【what happened to you? 】

[I’m fine. You... Do you want to try the qualification test? 】

Da Tuanzi said that the fourth solar epoch is coming to an end. In the latest issue of the qualification test for the fifth solar epoch, he added the most fun and interesting things in human society, and he will love it.

After thinking for a while, he was idle, and he agreed.

Anyway, the big group is the administrator, just look at his management results-

Da Tuan gave him a body, he could not see the beauty and ugliness under the human aesthetic, Da Tuan guaranteed that he would be "powerful, domineering, and noble and majestic" like his deity, he believed.

Da Tuanzi said that the translation of his name called the human language called "Yuan", which is not very pleasant, so change it to the homonym of "Yuanrong" in the divine language.

Da Tuan put the original content into the fifth qualification test, took a deep breath, and walked in quietly.

In the fifth phase of the qualification test, Yuan Rong walked all the way, succeeding in one pit ten, and survived all he passed.

Is he really an aggregate of all positive emotions?

He is indeed just, friendly, and just-but all his virtues are for himself. He had no idea of ​​"love" others. In his eyes, even without memory, he never regarded humans like ants as equal creatures.

This will not work.

The big ball disguised as the last boss, tried to help him, care about him, let him feel the power of feelings that he had never had before, and then failed.

In front of him, Yuan Rong made the most of his use, rejected his [a broken heart], and abandoned him for the second time.

〇The test is about to end, and the big group has the strongest authority, but the big group fails to do anything.

He is still so ruthless and indifferent, or the "God" who has no heart and is above all things in the world.

As soon as the big ball gritted his teeth, he did everything.

He forcibly made a new [complementary test], and threw the pile of Yingying Yanyan, who was most familiar with the original contents, into the same: the same God "mountain river" as him, in charge of auspicious and unfortunate "luck", and The **** next door is troubled with two elders: the "adam" who controls courage and frankness, and the "eve" who controls wisdom.

The big group didn't believe such a bunch of old acquaintances, and could not bring out his feelings.

Don't be behind the scenes this time, the big group will accompany him from the beginning to the end.

But things are out of control.

The energy of the big ball is used to maintain the virtual space of the "complementary test", and immediately can't take in the energy of so many strong **** aliens.

And the original content, there must be signs of awakening.

Da Tuanzi sat up in the middle of the night and looked at the soft and seductive sleeping in his arms. He didn't want to go back.

I don't want to go back to the side that always observes everything in the world rationally and coldly.

He took advantage of the infinite authority in the test and created a test dimension with no content.

The content-free testing dimension ran smoothly for two years.

The big group silently kept forgetting everything and forgetting him. He lived in a warm and plain life as a university roommate for two years.

But things are still out of control.

The gods who are not in the same energy system as them are the first to break through the shackles of memory and start to look for things, through psychological cues to make the primitive gods have signs of awakening. What's worse, the primitive gods' natural laws share the same source, and they will unconsciously attract each other and approach "true".

He could only take advantage of the original content while sleeping, tossing away the primitive gods who woke up from the test. Throwing "Eve" and "Adam", and throwing out the eldest son "Shanhe" who had been awakened by Liao Jing. Unfortunately, he still didn't struggle with Liao Jing.

——Even if the memory is blocked, even if you do not know how to use divine power, the original content is still the only ruler in the world.

Every sentence of him is the truth; every one of his ideas becomes a reality; without his "agreement", things can never proceed and exist. He is the "law" itself.

No creature can be rebelled, no creature will not love him.

His brain operates the law of all numbers in the world, and he always overrides complexity and logic.

Therefore, he easily noticed that in a few words, the big group could not lie to him.

The big ball shivered.

Da Tuanzi felt that he would be pinched to death by the awakening Demon King.

The Big Devil is standing in the void without emotion, slowly returning his memories.

"Eve" and "Adam" had already applied oil to the soles of their feet and returned to the universe (human) without touching the mold.

The mountains and rivers have always been stable and stable. In simple terms, he did not cause trouble or find trouble. He did not die. He also brushed a wave of goodwill before the awakening memory of the Big Devil and returned to the original form to relax and watch the play.

The big ball turned into the smallest prototype of the weak and helpless, lying on the sky and looked down weakly, helplessly and pitifully.

Wow...QAQ