Weird Resurrection: I Ate a God

"Is my origin so great?" Lang Ren looked at him suspiciously, half believing and half doubting.

He could totally accept that he was the son of God, but suddenly told him that he was once a god, which made him a little unbelievable.

Others were reborn as ordinary people or geniuses, but his starting point was completely wrong, it was simply too high.

At this moment, he felt like he was dreaming, and the slap in the face came too quickly. Not long ago, he firmly believed that he could never be the reincarnation of a god, but he was slapped in the face immediately.

He felt that he needed time to digest.

"No wonder I started as the son of God after my rebirth. It turned out that it was not accidental." Lang Ren murmured, as if he felt that this news was not so difficult to accept.

That's right, only the body of the son of God can carry the soul of God, which is reasonable, but choosing this body of the son of God is too tragic. He was imprisoned directly after rebirth, without relatives to protect him and give him resources to grow, which led to his current situation and he can only rely on himself.

"Reincarnation here should refer to the reincarnation of the soul. If my soul is really the reincarnation of a god, it is too weak. If it weren't for the protection of the wolf head talisman, I'm afraid I would have died several times." Lang Ren smiled bitterly.

For a moment, he couldn't help but question it.

All signs show that his soul is very ordinary, and it is nothing without the wolf head talisman.

It's not reasonable to say that it's ordinary. After all, the ancestors of all generations could not activate the wolf head talisman, but his soul activated it. Maybe this is the sign of the reincarnation of the god?

I don't know which god they are talking about? What's his name?

He thought so in his heart, a little curious.

"How can a god be so weak." Lang Ren was extremely bitter. If everything came true, then he would be the most useless god in history, and it would be embarrassing to say it out.

"I didn't expect that there are gods on Earth. It's incredible. It seems that I was suppressed by the Earth. It took so long to escape after reincarnation. Could it be that I was suppressed for so long that I am weak?"

Unbelievable, but as he digested it, his mind became active and a series of ideas emerged.

Now, he can be sure that the Earth is alive, hiding big secrets and sealing the gods!

He didn't expect that the contents on these mirrors would involve such an amazing secret, and his previous life also directly affected his current life again.

In an instant, he sorted out a lot of things. It turned out that the god had already calculated everything, including his death and the advent of the mirage, just to leave the Earth world. This move took thousands of years, or even longer!

After pondering for a long time, Lang Ren still felt unreal. He couldn't imagine that he might have been a god!

"What did I do to make the Earth suppress me..." Lang Ren thought to himself.

Now that it has been confirmed that the earth is alive and has a will, and even he himself may be the reincarnation of a god, then the legendary mythological world may really exist.

If it exists, where are all the gods and demons? Are they all dead?

A series of questions came to his mind, Lang Ren pondered and thought, then shook his head.

Forget it, it doesn't matter. Now he has come to the world of Weird Night. Whether there were gods and demons on the earth in the past, or other big secrets, it has nothing to do with him.

Thinking about these now is just adding to his troubles.

After figuring this out, Lang Ren was instantly relieved. He looked around for a moment, then pushed his toes and floated to the third level.

The second level has a lot of information, which shocked him greatly and made him completely understand his origins, but these are all in the past, and there is no point in entanglement.

Compared with these, he wants to know more about the memories of this life.

After calming down, Lang Ren felt that there was no need to pursue the truth of whether he was really the reincarnation of a god. It didn't matter if he was, or not. It didn't matter if he was. It didn't matter if he wasn't. It didn't help him at all.

He preferred to believe that he was not the reincarnation of anyone, because he just wanted to be himself, and didn't need to be a substitute or live in the shadow of others.

It didn't matter whether he was a god or not. It was just a title. Now he was the son of God, and his bloodline was against the sky.

God, so what?

Is it strange?

Lang Ren's eyes were calm, floating on the third layer, grasping the lines around him and looking forward.

His thoughts were quickly attracted.

In the picture, there was a boy who looked very similar to him.

It was Daban.

Lang Ren stared at the boy quietly. This child might be his childhood self. He looked too much like him. The only thing that didn't make sense now was that the age didn't match.

He watched with patience, vaguely feeling that perhaps this third layer could solve his doubts.

This magical building seemed to be able to go back in time, and all the content played was related to him, so he guessed that this boy must have a great connection with him.

In the mirror, the boy was very well-behaved, sitting at the table, as if he was flipping through a diary, and the decoration of this room was more childish, looked more modern, and had a large space.

With curiosity, Langren looked at the content recorded in the diary.

Diary Page 1

[February 17th, I am three years old today!

Mom told Daban to have the habit of writing a diary, um...

Yes! The little red next door is shameless!

Always showing off to me that her family bought her a new toy machine.

Tsk, I'm not envious! I proudly took out my treasure and sneered at her: I have Niu Niu! Do you have one?

Xiaomei said she had one too, but I didn’t believe it, because my father told me that this was a unique treasure and that I couldn’t show it to anyone at a critical moment. How could Xiaomei have it! She lied!

Xiaomei showed it to me proudly, but…hahaha!

Xiaomei lost! She didn’t have it! Let her mouth chatter all day, is her head buzzing now?

I said how could my father lie to me, but I didn’t expect Xiaomei to be a big pervert, incomplete, haha.

Ha! I’m going to tell Daqiang! I’m going to tell everyone!

Humph!

I smiled proudly and mocked Xiaomei, but she withered.

Humph! Crybaby drinking cold water! Find it, who’s afraid of who?

Page 2 of the diary

[On August 10, Xiaomei’s mother chased me for three blocks, but fortunately I ran fast, so it was a close call. ]

Page 3 of the diary

[April 15, Wednesday, sunny.

I broke through today, and they seemed very surprised. Why did they call me the Son of God, the Son of the Continent, and the Invincible for Ten Thousand Years? There was a big question mark in my little head. Is it difficult to break through the Six Paths Owl level? 】

The hand that was flipping the diary stopped abruptly, and a call came. The boy jumped off the chair and ran out of the room.

Langren smiled and looked at the contents of the diary. He felt that this little boy was very interesting and very much to his taste.

However, as he saw the third page of the diary, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Looking at the contents above, his expression gradually became a little stiff, and then he took a breath.

No way... This big spot seemed to have just learned to run away, and he broke through the Six Paths Owl?

Langren felt stupid.

He thought it was just a simple diary of a child, and it looked normal, but it directly shattered his three views.

It was simply an outrageous mother opening the door to outrageousness----outrageous to the extreme.

The highest realm he had ever encountered was the Six Paths Owl. A big man like Giant Lotus, who seemed to be the head of a clan, worked hard to run to this Gobi Desert and dug tens of thousands of meters before breaking through to the Six Paths Owl level.

Good guy, this big spot just had his teeth grown and he broke through the Six Paths Owl level. He naively said that it was difficult to break through the Six Paths Owl level?

Look, is this what a human said?

Is this reasonable?

What else is this if not cheating?

If Giant Lotus heard this, if he had a bad mentality, he would probably jump from the 18th floor overnight.

Lang Ren looked at his transformation realm and fell silent.

He felt that he had no chance of rescue.

Is it great to cross this dangerous area? Is it great to kick through the beast tide with one kick of the Eight Gates of Dunjia?

Compared with this big spot, Lang Ren was hit hard.

Now he feels that the only thing he can be proud of is that his bones are strong enough to create such a feat of resisting the throat-cutting wind and rain of killing people, as well as the corpse tide alone.

"I don't know what kind of feed this freak ate to grow up." Lang Ren was a little envious, and he secretly complained in his heart, it's really annoying to compare yourself with others.

It's a pity that the boy ran away, and the content at the back of the diary could not be seen.

He felt a little regretful, which made him feel a little itchy.

The back of this diary may record very important information.

Lang Ren grabbed the glass lines. The lines in front of him were like strings, very elastic, playing lifelike pictures, but these were all playbacks after all. Although this diary was close at hand, it was out of reach, and he could not intervene.

Time passed by minute by minute, the picture remained unchanged, and the big spot still did not return.

Bored, he subconsciously plucked the lines and waited patiently.

And as he plucked the lines, something magical happened.

Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted a corner of the diary, but in the end it did not open the next page.

Lang Ren's eyes lit up, and then he suddenly looked down at the palm holding the lines and realized a possibility.

Could it be that these lines can control the past?

As the thought came, it spread uncontrollably and madly, which shocked him.

You know, there is no window in this room, how could there be wind?

The life and death training during this period has made Langren's thinking very sharp, and his will has been transformed and become extremely active, so that he can always detect all the wrong places at the first time and analyze them quickly in an instant.

As long as he wants, he can easily do two things at the same time.

So this gust of wind made him think of these lines at the first time and found this wrong place.

With suspicion, Langren began to pluck these lines like strings with force, pressing and plucking them.

"Hu~"

As he plucked, a breeze blew out of thin air in the mirror, which was obviously much stronger than the previous gust of wind. It swayed and successfully opened the next page of the diary.

At this moment, Langren was completely stunned, with disbelief on his face.

The lines here... can actually manipulate time and space and interfere with the past!

What a terrible ability is this?

As the diary was opened, it brought him not surprise, but a sense of horror! Once again, his perception of this place was overturned!

Looking up, Lang Ren looked at the endless steel space above his head, which was like an endless cage, daunting.

This building was completely beyond his cognition. This ability to control the past also proved that this place... was definitely not an illusion, but he really came to a mysterious space, which completely wiped out his only remaining doubts.

This building was indescribable, inaccurate, and even unimaginable.

Lang Ren, who had never been afraid of life-and-death crises, felt awe for the first time when facing this building.

This was a complete dimensionality reduction attack!

The more he understood, the more horrified he felt.

In this strange place, he didn't even know why he came, how to go back, or whether he would be trapped here forever.

Lang Ren took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He stopped looking up and stopped thinking too much, otherwise he would feel scared.

The next second, he set his eyes on a new page in the diary.