Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

【Not Natural: I don’t really care. That kid is really talented. It’s 50-50.

Nuclear Explosion: Only 50-50?

Not Natural: 50-50 is already very, very high. I don’t believe you don’t have the Federation’s statistics.

Nuclear Explosion: Yes, but it doesn’t seem to be very useful…

Not Natural: It’s not very useful. After all, there are only a few successful examples, and it’s a “blowout” caused by the change of “environment” in recent years.

Nuclear Explosion: Speaking of this, the names of the gods and the honorific names of the two, Fate Weaver and Lord of Hell, disappeared from the “Monument of the Gods” a while ago…

Not Natural: I know about the Hell, but Fate Weaver? @永的哥特萝莉

永的哥特萝莉: That guy ran away.

Nuclear Explosion:?

Not Natural:?

A Pot of Soup on the Road to the Underworld (Talos):?

Professional Secretary:?

Forever Gothic Lolita: It's a bit complicated to explain, it's like this... (several paragraphs of cause and effect)

Not Natural: emmm... It sounds like that guy got what he wanted? And he didn't lose anything...

Nuclear Explosion: It's not like he didn't lose anything, right? After all, he lost the golden finger and the godhood...

Not Natural: The Ghost Story Directory System and the Godhood of the Lord of Ghost Stories obtained by trickery did not originally belong to him. That guy just gained a lot of experience and knowledge for nothing and went to reincarnate.

Nuclear Explosion: Uh...

Forever Gothic Lolita: I was a little unfair about this, but...

Nuclear Explosion: But?

Forever Gothic Lolita: Not long ago, "I" "woke up" a little, and expressed my dislike for him in the middle.

Not Natural: [Scared]

Nuclear Explosion:?

Forever Gothic Lolita: In short, it will be difficult for that guy to have good luck in the future.

Nuclear Explosion: No, when did you get the power of luck?

Forever Gothic Lolita: Don't worry about it.

Nuclear Explosion:?

Not Natural: It's true that you don't have to worry about it.

Nuclear Explosion:? ? ?

Not Natural: Don't ask.

Not Natural: By the way, what about the Ghost Story Directory System and the Ghost Story Lord Godhead?

Forever Gothic Lolita: In Glory, the two are now equivalent. Anyone interested can apply for a trial.

Nuclear Explosion: Are there any conditions?

Forever Gothic Lolita: I don't know, I don't care, just ask Glory.

Nuclear Explosion: I'll ask later.

Not Natural: By the way, what concept does the guy named Rex plan to use as the basis for becoming a god?

Nuclear Explosion: I don't know about that.

Not Natural: It's really curious...

Forever Gothic Lolita: +1

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Inside the ghost story "God Hikari Mist".

The space inside the "God-Hidden Mist" is much wider than everyone expected. The Peace sailed for ten days with its back to the stormy sea, but did not see any land or islands.

On the deck, Night Crow, Lei and Yaerlin in the form of night angels were sitting in a row fishing.

"...Speaking of which, the fish here are strictly considered as derivatives of the "God-Hidden Mist". Aren't you afraid that eating them will have any negative effects?" Night Crow asked Yaerlin curiously, who was lying leisurely on the next lounge chair.

"Mr. Coco grew up in here." Yaerlin replied while sipping iced grape juice, "Besides, the species in this sea area are actually no different from those outside."

"Are you sure there is no difference? There is an evolution difference of more than 80,000 years between here and the outside world." Night Crow said.

"Well... well, at least tuna looks and tastes similar..." Yarlin scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "More specifically, I haven't seen the report yet. Those scholars have been very busy since they passed the stormy sea..."

"After all, there is a time difference of more than 80,000 years." Lei, who was sitting in the middle and the only one who was fishing seriously, said with emotion.

As soon as the voice fell, the float of Lei's fishing rod shook.

The red-haired young man was shocked and worked as hard as a tiger, successfully catching a huge tuna more than two meters long.

Night Crow looked at the lively fish, swallowed his saliva, and sighed again: "You are so lucky when fishing..."

At this time, Lei's hands turned into thick and gnarled tree roots, holding the overly lively big fish high up and preparing to send it to the kitchen. Hearing this, he immediately said happily: "Maybe it's because fishing is also a kind of lottery?"

"Maybe." Night Crow said without much concern, and his intuition moved, and he quickly looked at his fishing rod fixed on the side of the boat, and said in surprise, "Hey! I'm also hooked!"

Looking at the flustered Night Crow, Lei hesitated for half a second whether to go up, after all, Night Crow currently has little strength in any form.

Thinking about it, the reliable Mr. Yarlin is still here, so Lei said "Come on" cheerfully, and continued to hold the tuna and walked to the kitchen below the deck.

On the other side, Night Crow fought with the fish in the sea for several minutes, but failed to catch the fish.

At the beginning, Yarlin was really worried that Night Crow, weighing 17kg, would be caught by the fish instead of fishing, but seeing that the two sides had fought for several minutes and could not decide the winner, he was relieved.

As a result, just when the relaxed Yarlin lowered his head to drink grape juice, a not-so-small "plop" sounded.

In shock, Yarlin hurriedly looked up, but saw that Night Crow was no longer beside him.

"..." After a moment of silence, Yarlin casually threw away the high-heeled glass with half a cup of grape juice left in his hand, and jumped into the sea with a "plop".