The World of Evil God game

The Dawn Devil crawled out of the Adventurer's Guild.

The daily activities failed miserably, and he fell into confusion. Only then did he remember that he should go to the God-creating God.

After collecting the vegetables, he was cut off from funds because of rash card playing. He went to the Adventurer's Guild to accept the daily tasks and was humiliated. Now he has lost both his money and his weapons.

"The Invalid God is right. I underestimated the guys in this era. Everyone here is mentally ill. From gods to mortals, there is no normal one! Why are they still doing that kind of garbage activities!"

The Dawn Devil squatted on the street in embarrassment, looking at those guys who were doing daily tasks everywhere, and felt that these people were too noisy!

"For the last time, I will do another daily task. This time I have to choose a good target. I am here to seduce the God-creating God, but I haven't even seen a God-creating God so far!"

Isn't it said that this town gathers almost all the God-creating Gods?

The Dawn Devil began to look for daily tasks about the God-creating God frantically. He kept screening and letting the truth make a choice. Finally, he found a unique daily task.

[Daily recruitment: more souls and memories. ]

[Soul carvers are helping everyone carve different memories. These memories can be used to experience different lives. If you have a special life, please go to the soul carving business store and turn your life into memories. ]

[Rewards: special titles, life achievements, soul carver reputation +100, dream points +? (depending on the strength of the memories). 】

"That's it! There is no doubt that the soul carver, according to the information given by the God of Invalidity, this guy should be the messenger of Wumeng!"

"And there is no disgusting vegetable field harvesting and stealing. The messenger of Wumeng put her own life here to carve the lives of all customers and finally combine them into a perfect life."

"However, her ideal is destined to be impossible to achieve. Although it is a very tricky way to realize her ideal with the help of the activities of the God of Fiction, I came here today. Wumeng's messenger, wave your weapon at the God who created you!"

The Dawn Devil signed up for this daily without hesitation, and at the same time he was a little confused. Those people around hurriedly would rather go to harvest vegetables than come here for soul carving?

Well, maybe they have already finished carving in advance. According to the character of these passers-by in the Sixth Epoch, they will definitely check the place in advance if there is a free ride and then finish everything.

Haha, my soul is an infinite spirit. It is something called truth. Once this little girl sees her soul clearly, she will immediately witness the moment when her ideal is fulfilled. Of course, in reality, her ideal has not been fulfilled at all, so she will go crazy and start to rebel against God, becoming the first crazy god to collapse!

The god who controls all the dreams of life in the universe has fallen into madness, which means that the concept representing life is broken. Even if the God of Fiction has the power to piece this concept back together, the damage caused by the Dreamless Messenger should be enough to cause chaos.

In this case, the God of Invalidity should be satisfied!

"Hello, sir, do you need soul carving?"

The little girl with short hair is no longer dirty. She puts on new clothes and smiles happily. Next to her stall sits a line drawing man.

God of Fiction?

No, it should be just a clone.

The Dawn Devil found the line drawing man sitting there motionless, and then looked at the little girl: "Who is that?"

"It's the God of Fiction, sir." The little girl was happy from the bottom of her heart: "It is said that everything in this new world was created by the God of Fiction. He is resting here now. The new dream mechanism was also proposed by him. I am very grateful to the God of Fiction. He let me know what I should do."

The little girl's eyes were clear and flashing with joy: "Although I have forgotten why I appeared here, everyone here is a good person. Everyone is running for their dreams. I must also work hard. Although my memory of the past is vague, I still remember my ideals."

As she said, she was a little embarrassed:

"In fact, I didn't think I would see the gods so easily. In my memory, the gods seem to be difficult to see. I seem to have prayed to a god before, but never got a response Sometimes, I really can't tell which is real, memory or reality. "

"But now I am doing well. The gentlemen and ladies who come to me for soul carving are also great and powerful people. Their souls shine with noble and powerful brilliance. In my memory, I don't seem to have seen anyone whose soul is as powerful as these people. "

"Sometimes, I am also very scared and think that this may be a dream, but the God of Fiction told me that this is the intersection of dreams and reality. All those who have dreams but have never realized them will come to this new world, so I slowly accepted the strange situation here, but for me, everything now is not a dream, but a real reality, it really exists, and it is very precious. "

"Ah! Sorry, Mr. Snake Man, I made you listen to so many irrelevant words. I am just a little happy that if you also want to carve your soul, it will be your turn soon. Please line up first. "

The Dawn Devil looked at the other people sitting on the side. They all looked like mortals, but they were all in a daze, as if they were recalling themselves. Some of them even frowned, but he didn't feel any special power from them.

Humph, no matter how powerful these mortals are, they are still mortals in essence. How strong can their souls be?

"My soul is very powerful. I have experienced a magnificent and unparalleled life. Is your craftsmanship good enough? You may not be able to carve out my life completely!"

The Dawn Devil pointed to the mortals sitting on the side: "Their souls are very weak, and there is no way to compare with mine! I think you should come and see my soul first, instead of wasting time on their mediocre souls."

Finally, he got the opportunity to brag about himself. The Dawn Devil immediately raised his head proudly, hoping to attract the attention of the little girl. As expected, after the little girl heard the Dawn Devil claim that his soul was very powerful and had experienced an extraordinary life, the brilliance in her eyes became brighter.

"So, you are as great as them. I will try my best to carve your soul perfectly!"

The little girl put her hands on her chest and made a cheering gesture, while the Dawn Devil frowned: "What is great about those mortals?"

"Greatness does not mean going through a magnificent life. Even if it is an ordinary little thing, as long as it is done correctly, it can be regarded as great. This is what the God of Fiction told me."

The little girl answered seriously and introduced: "These people here are all back from the mortal battlefield. Well, the God of Fiction calls them mortal BOSS. They used to have lofty ideals, but later because of a huge change, their ideals were wiped out, so I am helping them to carve their lost ideals back again."

"But their souls are very broken, and after carving, they will return to the battlefield, so I am repeatedly helping them carve their souls. This process will not take long, please wait patiently."

The Dawn Devil was full of question marks.

Mortal BOSS? When can mortals become BOSS? By the way, the latter seems to be a game term, referring to a very powerful enemy.

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Could it be that these mortals are the incomprehensible passers-by that the God of Invalidity said could press him to the ground and insult him to the ultimate level? But they look no different from ordinary people.

The Dawn Devil had a bold idea in his mind. He walked up to one of the people who looked like the Pope and patted him on the shoulder.

"Oh my God, you are so tall. You are taller than me when you are sitting. I am a snake man. So your ideal is shattered? Do you want to realize your ideal? How about letting me show you the truth?"

The truth that is shown is an illusion and also reality. After the truth is shown, the current world will operate according to the wishes of the shower or the one being shown. Therefore, the ideal of God creating God is unattainable, and they are destined to fall into madness after seeing the truth. So what will happen if the truth is shown to these mortals?

The Dawn Devil's words were bewitching, and at the same time his eyes brightened, and he began to show the truth to the Pope!

The voice of the God of Invalidity seemed to come from the void:

"You idiot!"

And the tall Pope's eyes reflected a magnificent illusory world, that is the spirit world.

He once fought in the spirit world with a giant sword and destroyed many monsters in the spirit world. Because the monsters in the spirit world were all false gods sealed by a true god, he went crazy to clean up those pollutants, but finally fell from the spirit world because of mental collapse, and at that time his idea was to destroy the entire spirit world!

That was one of his ideals!

The Dawn Devil was stunned.

At this time

In the spirit world in another plane, the monsters in the spirit world had just escaped the pursuit and encirclement of the gods. Before they had rested for a long time, they suddenly felt a violent tremor in the spirit world, as if the entire plane was shaking violently, as if it had received the full impact of some superior rules!

A monster in the spirit world laughed a little worriedly, forcing a smile:

"Haha, what's going on, the spirit world seems to be about to explode?"

Then, a violent and huge shock instantly spread throughout the spirit world!