The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Because of the impending death and destruction, and because beneath Roger's seemingly weak exterior lay the wisdom to see through all his actions!

"Impossible, I am the most seasoned hunter, I absolutely cannot lose this round!"

In a fit of rage, Jostar's true form burst through the little girl's disguise, his muscular arm fiercely grabbing Roger's neck. "I'll kill you first!"

Snap.

A crisp sound.

Roger's neck snapped.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, but his lips curled into a satisfied and mocking smile:

"I accept your final assist..."

Finally, it's complete.

If he had died in the Eternal Night Empress's AOE, there might have been suspicion of faking death, making resurrection impossible.

But with Jostar's action, with this final assist, I can feel the phoenix blood burning within me!

The next second, space shattered.

Roger and Jostar's bodies were instantly torn into countless pieces.

The war priest of the Orc King's tent, the mastermind behind the Blood Night of the Imperial Capital, the fanatical believer of the Goddess of War, Jostar, is dead!

Only the Heart of the Deep Sea amulet ignored the terrifying energy storm, flashing with a deep and alluring blue light in the void.

After a long time.

A figure gradually coalesced.

Roger stood in the void, feeling the pure fire element gathering towards him.

Advanced fire element affinity!

Then he suddenly realized an embarrassing thing.

His clothes were all destroyed in the energy storm, and he was feeling a bit chilly!

"Idiot."

The '正' character on his leg glowed slightly, and a men's suit appeared in front of him.

Roger was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the magic beacon left by the Eternal Night Empress would still exist after rebirth?

"This troublemaker is still haunting me... but this time it came in time."

He showed a smile that he himself didn't quite understand.

Perhaps he should admire the power that touched the realm of the gods, so powerful!

He put on the suit and found that it fit surprisingly well.

After a while.

The Eternal Night Empress arrived across space, took Roger's hand, and brought him back to the Abyss Mill.

A group of people knelt down and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Angelina, who was worried and confused, realized something in shock when she saw the Eternal Night Empress and Roger appear together.

The Empress raised her hand to let everyone rise, and at the same time proudly announced: "The mastermind of the Blood Night in Aodu, the war priest of the Church of the Goddess of War, Jostar, has been personally executed by Us. As for the specific process, let Roger explain it to you."

In the cheers and praises of the crowd, the Empress's figure flickered and disappeared gracefully in front of everyone.

In fact, the Eternal Night Empress's heart: Couldn't hold back, about to vomit blood, damn Goddess of War, hindering my show off!

One day, I must personally kill her, must!

Angelina looked Roger up and down, finding him intact, and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Roger's clothes were all custom-made by her, but she didn't remember having this style.

There were no blood stains on it either.

If she thought about it carefully, she might have discovered that Roger was wearing the Empress's clothes.

But now Angelina was more happy that her brother was still alive, and what he did today.

She threw herself into his arms:

"My man has grown up, taller than me, and can protect his sister, but I still hurt you..."

Without Roger saying much, the strangely appearing little girl, the Empress personally said that Jostar had been executed, as smart as she was, how could she not understand that she had fallen into the enemy's trap, and Roger did all this to save her.

That vicious fanatic almost killed her own brother!

Fortunately, he is dead, otherwise I really would...

Roger gently patted his sister's back, feeling her fear, and some wet liquid stained his clothes.

His sister seemed weak, but in fact she was strong. She cried twice today, and it was indeed because she valued him...

Roger was also quite proud of his achievements today.

"Ding, the lying flat system detects that the host's emotions were satisfied yesterday, and ten random treasure chests have been obtained. Do you want to open them?"

Just then, a familiar and slightly changed prompt suddenly rang in Roger's ears.

A long day, filled with countless events, finally came to an end.

And the ten consecutive small goals that had been interrupted before were unexpectedly achieved at this time.

Roger couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, lying flat can not only make your heart as still as water, but also actively pursue those things that make your heart satisfied.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Angelina's gently trembling body, and comforted softly:

"Sister, it doesn't matter how difficult or tortuous the process is, as long as the ending is not regrettable, it's always good, right?"

Roger's gaze seemed to pass through the magnificent hall of revelry in front of him, through those well-dressed nobles and beauties, and saw the vast and bright night sky.

And under that starry sky, the dreamlike figure who expected him to embark on a heroic path.

Perhaps, my wish is really to build an empire I want, and clear out a world I yearn for...

Then, if I put in more effort for this wish, I can get a steady stream of rewards from the system, right?

My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is for lying flat!

This is my path of lying flat, gods, have you guessed it?

Having tasted the taste of breaking fate for the first time, and having the bargaining chip to fight against the inhibiting force, he found that this thing was a bit addictive for no reason...

Let's try again in the real world with unlimited freedom, the efforts that were not completed in the game.

Even if thousands of people laugh at it, what if that goal is achieved?

At this moment, he finally agreed:

In this world, this land under his feet is his empire!

(Volume 1: Wanting to Lie Flat But the Wind Doesn't Stop, End!)

Volume 1 Summary

Ahem, these days I have been writing verbose summaries in the afterword every day, and I am also hesitating whether to post this summary that I read myself.

If I post it again, will I be called a nagging woman?

But after being stuck, I wrote a surprisingly satisfactory ending to the first volume, and I really can't help but gloat.

Besides, the interlude is closed again, and you can't hear me when you complain, isn't this an easy output?

Gloating begins!

This volume starts with the system's "ding" and ends with the system's "ding", does it have a sense of ritual that echoes from beginning to end and is complete!

At the beginning, Roger resigned himself to passively lying flat. After a volume of efforts, he began to embark on the road of actively lying flat for his own wishes. Is this a sublimation!

It doesn't matter if it doesn't.

I'm done gloating.

This volume is actually the author's process of deeply understanding the two words "lying flat".

Lying flat is popular, it is a resistance to involution.

The mainstream voice says that lying flat is negative and not working hard. I also subconsciously went in this direction when I first wrote it.

But I felt awkward as I wrote.

Even with the system carrying the blame, I still dislike a retired protagonist who just wants to be lazy all day long.

This led to the subsequent additional setting that "lying flat" is just not wanting to take the path you prescribed for me, and no matter whether it is coerced in the name of power or love, it should not distort my will.

Go after what you want, and reach the realm you want, even if this process requires effort and sweat, and is ridiculed by others, it is still lying flat.

This is what the author has gained so far.

When writing a book, I have truly experienced the working state of "flow", and several hours have passed in the work.

If the feedback is good, the sense of satisfaction is comparable to a pentakill.

It can be seen that there is no inevitable connection between hard work and involution.

What does it have to do with your boss's Land Rover if you sweat for your own wishes?

Only by figuring out why you want to pursue and what kind of ideal shore you want to reach can you not lose yourself and have greater motivation.

In addition to sand sculpture and funny, it should also have a positive inspiration for life.

Let's talk about writing a book itself.

The first volume has many flaws due to many factors such as hasty opening, self-doubt, and being too addicted to being a rookie, and the update time is also unstable.

After the last section of the Imperial Capital Blood Night was opened, the rhythm exploded, deviating from the core of eavesdropping, and the number of readers who followed up was declining only a few days after it was put on the shelves.

Problems such as false identities and the protagonist being too passive will be adjusted and improved in the next volume.

In the next volume, the compass, which has tasted the taste of changing fate, will take the initiative to enter the world, find a suitable position for itself, and find the "password to kill the gods".

The Empress will also spoil her "external brain" even more. How to spoil it, you can look forward to it. I don't think it should be bad when I look at the outline I recorded.

After all, I have also written more than one million words of daily sweet texts.

Of course, the Goddess of War is slapped in the face, thinking about revenge, and releasing new bosses such as Old Jostar to make trouble...

I am just a meme general who has exhausted all the memes!

Thank you for the support of every reader. With you, I can write this book wholeheartedly and feel that I am getting better and better.

Chapter 59: Move Over to the Bed

In the void, in the war goddess's kingdom, Conqueror's Canyon.

Taibeira came back angrily from the boundless dreamland, and even the brotherly fights she liked couldn't arouse her interest. She slumped on the nine-dragon chariot in a large font.

Her expression seemed to be broken, doubting the god's life.

Not only was she calculated by that wooden bumpkin Orseya, but she was also ridiculed by her to the point where she couldn't even answer back, so angry!

Everything is the fault of the Eternal Night Empress!

If she hadn't driven out the Seven Gods Church, she wouldn't have caused trouble, and if she hadn't caused trouble, she wouldn't have lost her clone...

Therefore, the Eternal Night Empress must not be let go, and the Qing Teng Empire must not be let go.

Sooner or later, I will turn you into the Qing Teng Brother Empire, and no one in the country is allowed to eat pork!

Her little head was turning with bad ideas, thinking about provoking that god to attack the Qing Teng Empire.

At this time, she sensed some interesting pictures.

As she watched, Taibeira couldn't help but smile.

Relying on the connection with her core believers, the war goddess also appreciated the scene of Angelina "personally beheading" Roger when Jostar was extremely happy.

She couldn't help but show a drunken smile.