Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 398 Evil God

Ace held a potato roll dipped in cream sauce in his right hand and a small cup of milk tea in his left, savoring it slowly with each sip.

"tasty!"

"It's delicious!"

She beamed with joy, like a naive child tasting something delicious, her face full of innocent smiles.

But Barrow dared not be careless in the slightest, for he had once felt the extreme malice emanating from this 'girl'.

evil!

confusion!

That was Ace's true nature.

"It seems I am the true chosen one." Licking the cream from his lips, Ace said slowly:

"Although I don't believe in fate, being the first to be resurrected in this era means having everything."

"Well……"

She took another bite of the potato roll, looking completely satisfied.

"Although mortals are physically weak, their minds are full of imagination. I had never eaten anything so delicious before."

"Then please enjoy your meal." Barrow smiled and ordered some more snacks, filling the table to the brim.

"We're not in a hurry."

He quietly moved his feet and gently rubbed them on the ground.

This is an essential way for the Night Watch to leave messages; it produces no energy fluctuations, yet it can still be detected by the organization.

Ace seemed oblivious to his little tricks, smiling as he savored the delicious food in his hand, and even let out a satisfied burp.

"That feels so good!"

"It wasn't for nothing that I was trapped for so many years."

"This continent was transformed so well by those gods, and now it's going to benefit me for nothing."

"Well……"

As if she had thought of something, she tapped her finger on the table, and a piece of paper covered with writing appeared out of thin air.

"Little guy."

She looked at Barrow:

"Read the above."

"...Yes." Barrow picked up the paper expressionlessly, and read it reluctantly despite his reluctance:

"The source of chaos, the wellspring of desire, the master of the cycle of life and death..."

Ok?

This feeling feels so familiar.

It seems that Professor Carl also had himself read something similar.

These are the names of the ancient god Ace. So what is Professor Karl making him read?

Barrow felt something was off, but he didn't notice that Ace's expression was getting colder and his face was getting darker.

"That's enough!"

Her voice turned serious:

"Damn it!"

"Uh..." Barrow stopped speaking:

"What's wrong?"

"It seems that the human emperor not only indirectly caused the deaths of the gods by consuming the God-Slaying Spear," said the ancient god Ace in a cold voice.

"He also made certain modifications to you humans, making the creatures of this continent inert for faith, and making it difficult for the gods to gain faith through you."

"Excellent tactic!"

"To be able to modify all living beings, no wonder he could kill the gods, this person is probably no ordinary person."

Without faith, a deity is like having no source of power and can never become stronger.

but……

"Whatever!"

Ace chuckled softly, his voice icy:

"Just start over. In the history of the gods, cataclysmic disasters happen every now and then."

If she obtains the divine power left behind by the six superior gods, she can stand at the pinnacle of this continent.

By the time,

A cataclysmic disaster could simply be staged to create a new human race; this is nothing to a peak sixth-tier expert.

Moreover,

If all goes well, she will likely become a seventh-tier cultivator.

"What an adorable little girl."

The stall owner, who was doing business, appeared in front of Ace at some point and greeted him with a smile:

"Can I take a picture?"

"Take a picture?" Ace raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," the stall owner said with a smile.

"My son has always been reluctant to have children, saying that children are troublesome. I want to show him that there are lovely children like you."

"Maybe after he sees this, he'll be willing to have children."

"No need," Barrow hurriedly stood up and waved his hand.

"You go about your business."

"No!" Ace put down what he was holding.

"bring it on."

Barrow froze.

The stall owner gave the two of them a strange look. In his mind, Barrow should be the little girl's father, or at the very least, an uncle or some other elder. He never expected that the person in charge would be the little girl.

"Alright then."

After hesitating for a moment, the stall owner took out his camera, found a suitable angle, and pressed the button on Ace.

"Snap!"

This is an instant camera; the photos slide down from below.

The stall owner took the photo, glanced at it, and was taken aback. There was no little girl in the photo at all, only…

"Well……"

"Bang!"

The stall owner's body trembled, then suddenly shattered into a shower of blood, as if a high-explosive bomb hidden inside his body had been ignited.

Mortals must not look directly at God!

"what!"

"What happened?"

"..."

On a busy street, this scene suddenly unfolded, and passersby were immediately terrified and screamed wildly.

"What are you yelling for?"

Ace growled:

"Die, all of you!"

"die!"

As soon as the word "death" was uttered, the scene fell silent, and then one after another, figures fell to the ground without a sound.

"you!"

Barrow's face was ashen, and he glared angrily at Ace through gritted teeth:

Why?

"Because it's interesting."

Ace jumped off the chair, put his hands behind his back, and paced among the corpses.

"Humans, apart from being able to provide faith to the gods, are only qualified to be toys."

"That feels so good!"

"..." Barrow trembled, looking at the corpses all over the ground with a deep sense of powerlessness. Finally, he sighed and stepped forward to follow.

"You killed Blaze and Monica?"

"How could that be?" Ace shook his head with a smile:

"I did cast a curse, but Monica is a vampire, the mortal enemy of the gods, so of course I can't let her go easily."

"They live in a chaotic and twisted place where they don't have to worry about survival."

"Um?"

Ace frowned:

"I think I did something wrong?"

"never mind."

"Whatever!"

With her current strength, in an era where the gods have fallen, there is no one who can threaten her.

…………

A world depicted in a painting.

Because it was sealed in the core area of ​​the battle between two gods, and Ace casually covered it with an ancient, lost barrier, the flow of time inside was different from that outside.

Blaise and Monica cut down trees and built a cabin in the forest, with a stream nearby.

There are fish in the stream, animals in the forest, and plenty of fruit on the trees, so there's no need to worry about food and drink.

The two lay on their homemade rocking chairs, leisurely gazing at the sky.

"A life of freedom and unrestraint..."

Monica laughed:

"Actually, it's not bad."

"Yes." Blaise nodded.

"I would rather live here forever; it may be monotonous, but it's fulfilling."

"Darling." Monica touched her slightly protruding belly:

"I've gained weight recently."

"Maybe she's pregnant." Blaise turned her head.

"Only your belly is getting fat?"

"It's impossible for her to get pregnant." Monica shook her head.

"We are cursed by the gods and can never have offspring. Our ancestors tried everything but could only give birth to low-level vampires, those 'vampires' who can never see the sunlight."

"Really?" Blaise dismissed the question.

"There might be some unexpected events, but I'm really looking forward to the birth of our child."

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College.

"Ace."

Barrow's face looked grim.

Why did you come here?

Looking at the college students coming and going, their once vibrant faces were now shrouded in a layer of deathly darkness.

If something happens here...

Barrow's heart skipped a beat.

"Although I don't like wizards, I do agree with one of their statements," Ace said, licking his lollipop.

"Knowledge is power!"

"I was imprisoned for too many years. Even though I devoured the praiser and learned some things from his memories, I still missed too much."

"Coming here is a good opportunity to fill in what's missing."

As they were talking.

The two had already entered the library.

It was during class time, so there weren't many people in the library. When you got to the third floor, the literature and history section, there were even fewer people.

"Barrow".

A familiar voice rang out:

"How did you get here?"

"Professor Carl!"

Barrow turned around and quickly gave him a look:

"I'm here on business, you go ahead with yours."

(End of this chapter)