Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 163 God's Offer

In the DC Universe, in the Dream Realm, a dreamlike interstellar battlefield, DC Rock is comfortably reclining on a beach chair, using a parasol to shield himself from the explosive flames of outer space, like a tourist visiting the beach, yet he appears quite out of place in this battlefield.

However, he wasn't the only one in this dream. Lying next to him was an old man with a white beard in a black suit. Seemingly realizing that his outfit didn't suit him, the old man snapped his fingers and changed into a plaid shirt and beach shorts just like Locke's. He then chatted with Locke comfortably.

"Are you really not going to work for me? My benefits are so good, your brothers don't get such good benefits."

"What's the big deal? My life is perfect right now. Morpheus is treating me to delicious food and drinks. Why would I need to go to work? Don't you have a son?"

"Lucifer? He's too rebellious. I can already see how it ends. He won't accept my arrangements."

"Then you can find someone else! Being a beast of burden before transmigrating, and still being a beast of burden after transmigrating—wouldn't that mean my transmigration was for nothing?!"

"Is working for God the same as working for God? You still owe me a favor, you have to pay it back."

"If I had known that all the gods in the multiverse were the same, I definitely wouldn't have bothered looking for you in the first place. Who could have imagined this?"

"Since you've already accepted my profile in another world, stop struggling and just give in to me."

Just as the two "people" were chatting away in Locke's dream world, a strange fluctuation caught their attention at the same time, and then the world in their eyes shattered like a mirror.

X-Man and Omega suddenly appeared before Locke and Yellen. X-Man exchanged a surprised glance with Locke before looking away and leaving.

After this little incident, Locke and Ye exchanged a glance and asked, "Did I see that right? Was that me? Ugh, I feel like my soul is rejecting him. Being in the same place as him is like swallowing a fly."

"Yes, it's you. But I really didn't expect the extraterrestrial gods to actually have such abilities. This race truly has the potential to be an omnipotent universe-level being, but unfortunately, the limitations are also quite significant."

"Shouldn't you know everything?"

"I only know everything during work hours. I'm off work and resting now, why should I be so tired?"

"I think you didn't just leave work, you skipped work."

"Good to know."

In the Naruto world, at the Nara residence, fourteen-year-old Nara Rock rests his chin on his hand, helplessly enduring the combined attack from the clan elders and Akimichi-sama.

"Locke, you're not young anymore. When I was your age, your Uncle Kenichi was already a year old."

"You were too young before, and the war wasn't over yet, so we couldn't say anything. But look at the time now, it's time to make some contributions to the tribe. Look at the photos, is there anyone you like?"

"Look at your brother Lu Jiu, his son is about to be born, and look at you, you don't even have a girlfriend yet, it's driving us crazy."

At this point, Locke finally couldn't hold back any longer and retorted, "No way, Shikaku-nii is already 25, and I'm not even 15 yet! Why are you rushing me now?!"

Before Locke could finish speaking, Akimichi Torifu immediately interrupted, saying, "Really, you know you're almost fifteen. You're the hope of our Ino-Shika-Cho trio. You need to take responsibility! Stop saying such irresponsible things."

After Akimichi Torifu finished speaking, both the elders of the Nara family and the old men of the Yamanaka family who were watching the spectacle nodded in agreement, leaving Locke speechless and facepalming.

After the Third Shinobi World War, Locke, who had made great contributions in battle and possessed a powerful bloodline limit, quickly became the darling of the three families. They usually spoiled him and indulged his every whim, but Locke was helpless in this situation.

Before anyone could react, Locke secretly conjured a wisp of black shadow at his fingertips. Under the cover of the shadow, he secretly manipulated the shadow threads, preparing to make his escape.

But the next second, a deep-seated sense of crisis suddenly surged into his mind without any warning, as if he was about to be torn apart by the spatial rift.

Before he could think any further, the shadow at his fingertips instantly swelled and condensed, transforming into a jet-black Shadow Seeking Jade with a faint glow, which steadily enveloped all the elders present, including himself.

The moment this shadow barrier took shape, an even more violent sound of space shattering erupted, and the entire world collapsed like shattered glass. Countless fragments of space, carrying a devastating impact, crashed down.

With a deafening "BOOM!", Locke's house, which he had recently repaired and had only lived in for a few days, was instantly smashed to pieces. Debris, wood chips, and furniture fragments flew everywhere, and even the foundation was overturned by the shockwave, leaving only a chaotic ruin.

Once the tremors between heaven and earth had completely subsided and the spatial fragments had gradually dissipated, Locke slowly released the Shadow Seeking Jade.

He rubbed his throbbing temples, looked at the elders around him who were still in shock, then looked down at the mess of ruins at his feet. His lips twitched, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only grit his teeth and swallow his words.

At almost the same time, in the streets and alleys of the Red Line in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, the pirate Locke, who had set up a fruit stall in an alley, glanced speechlessly at the huge crater that had just been smashed open beside him. At the bottom of the crater lay a gladiator slave who had been crushed to death by two people who were constantly traversing the multiverse.

He had only been in the Red Line for a short time and, for fun, he started selling fruit like Akuma, hoping to figure out the current situation. But now, with another version of himself interrupting him, he instantly lost interest.

Locke clicked his tongue, shook his head, and was just bending down to pack up his stall and run away to avoid this troublesome place when a tall, thin butler in a sharp black suit rushed over in a panic.

When the steward saw the corpse at the bottom of the pit, his face turned deathly pale. He immediately broke into a wail. This was the most precious gladiator slave of the Celestial Dragon master he served. The man was gone just like that, and he was afraid that his own worthless life was also doomed.

Just as he was completely at a loss, trembling like a leaf, and had no idea how to explain things to his master, he suddenly caught sight of Locke packing up his stall out of the corner of his eye. His gaze was instantly drawn to the stall as if by a magnet, and he couldn't look away for even a second.

Because the things Locke was selling on his shabby wooden stall, which he was calling ordinary seasonal fruits, were all Devil Fruits with their signature spiral patterns.

Locke instantly caught the gaze fixed on his stall. His fingertips, which were tossing the fruit between his fingers, paused. After a moment of silence, he casually picked up a dragon fruit-shaped Devil Fruit covered in its signature spiral pattern, twirled it between his fingers a couple of times, and looked up at the pale-faced butler. His tone was as nonchalant as if he were hawking ordinary fruit: "Want to buy one? Good quality and cheap, fair to all ages."

The dragon steward was initially taken aback, his cloudy eyes darting around before a plan instantly formed in his mind. He first took a half-step back in fear, then suddenly raised his shrill voice and hysterically roared at the guards who rushed towards him, "Guards! Where are the guards! Seize this murderer! It's him! He killed Lord Charlos's most beloved gladiator slave!"

Locke was initially stunned by this reversal of right and wrong, then glanced down at the corpse at the bottom of the pit, and looked up at the swarm of guards and thugs rushing towards him, armed with weapons.

That face, which belonged to a fierce and menacing demon, showed no sign of panic. Instead, a sinister smile that could be described as "sunny and healthy" slowly crept up.

He chuckled, casually tossing the Devil Fruit back onto the stall, and muttered two words: "Seeing my face, you actually dared to provoke me? Interesting."

Not only that, in the intergalactic battle, Locke, transformed into Superman X, smashed up Locke's dormitory at Hogwarts, demolished Locke's house in the Cursed Revenge, and finally blew up Locke's comic book studio in black robes. The original manuscript that the other party had worked on for a whole month was also reduced to ashes.

This chaotic multiverse journey finally came to an end. When Locke stood in front of his house, his face was filled with exhaustion. He raised his hand to rub his face, forced a smile, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door and went inside.

The moment I pushed open the door, the restaurant's warm yellow light flooded in, but what followed was an almost unbearably deathly silence.

What comes into view is Nolan, whose eyes are red-rimmed after escaping from prison, and Mark, who has undergone the traditional Wittrum coming-of-age ceremony and whose face is covered in bruises after being beaten by his invincible father.

On the other side of the table, Debbie was chugging one glass of red wine after another, with three empty glasses already in front of her.

This woman, who was always gentle and resilient, completely broke her vows at this moment. Her eyes were vacant, and her fingertips trembled slightly as she gripped the glass. Even her husband's escape from prison and her son's injuries couldn't stop her from pouring the wine.

Faced with this bizarre and almost frozen family atmosphere, Locke's forced smile as he entered the door instantly vanished; he realized it was no longer necessary.

He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and no longer maintained his facade of ease, leaving only numbness and exhaustion.

He walked silently to the head of the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the knife and fork in front of him, making a soft clinking sound, before looking up at Debbie, his tone calm and utterly indifferent: "Honey, could you please pass me the mashed potatoes?"

Debbie paused for a few seconds, holding her wine glass, before putting it down and picking up the large glass bowl of mashed potatoes in front of her, pushing it towards Locke.

The moment Locke reached out to take the bowl, Mark, his face bruised and swollen, secretly let out a long sigh of relief, his tense back instantly slumping. Even Nolan, who was sitting upright and stiff all over, visibly relaxed his shoulders.

The deathly silence that had been frozen like an ice shell on the dining table melted away silently with this bowl of ordinary mashed potatoes.

While the Grayson family was enjoying their bizarre family atmosphere, Chief Cecil was cleaning up their mess.

"Understood. You don't need to interfere in the matter of Omnipotent Man anymore. The Global Defense Bureau will be in charge of the follow-up. The detention and trial process will be initiated after we give you formal notification."

Standing atop the jarring glacier in the middle of the desert, Cissell, satellite phone in hand, delivered his instructions with a swift and decisive tone, his gaze sweeping across the entire ice field and the yellow sand soaked by the melting ice water.

The blue ice beneath their feet still emitted a biting chill, creating an eerie contrast with the surging hot sand and wind in the distance. Agents in protective suits were carefully collecting the remnants of Omipotus, which were still hissing with annihilation energy.

But the next second, the composure on his face froze instantly, as if he had heard the most outrageous joke. His eyes widened abruptly, and he raised his voice at the other end of the phone, filled with incredulous absurdity: "What? You want to complain about me??? Damn it, do you know who I am? Call your boss over here!"

The woman's voice, which had been so aggressive on the other end of the phone, suddenly became timid and hesitant. Her pointless explanations annoyed Cecilia, who clicked her tongue in frustration and had no patience to continue talking to this idiot. She added, "Fine, just tell him to call me back in person first thing tomorrow morning. That's all."

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly hung up the phone, let out a long sigh, forcibly suppressed the anger that had just been stirred up, turned to Donald beside him, and asked in a deep voice, "Any progress from our scientific team?"

"The analysis is still ongoing, and currently there is only one preliminary hypothesis that has not yet been verified."

Donald looked down and flipped through the spectral analysis report in his hand, his tone revealing an undisguised seriousness.

"The samples from the core area of ​​the glacier are very similar in appearance to regular water ice, but the molecular-level test results completely overturned this judgment. Inside these crystals, the thermal motion of all molecules and atoms has completely stopped, leaving only zero-point energy that cannot be eliminated at the quantum mechanical level, which is equivalent to reaching the absolute zero point in thermodynamic theory."

Therefore, the research team concluded that this was not conventional cryogenic freezing. Locke likely intervened directly at the fundamental physical principles, forcibly locking down the motion of the target and all particles in the surrounding space, essentially "freezing" it completely at the material level. However, despite this, the target still broke free of the restraints immediately.

After saying that, Donald slowly closed the report provided by the research team, looked up at Cecil, and said with a hint of worry in his voice, "Our chief scientist just said that if Locke is a God who can write physical laws at will and control the boundaries of science, then the guy in front of us is Satan who can tear apart all established rules of the universe and completely defy the underlying physical logic."

However, to Donald's surprise, Cecilia remained remarkably calm upon hearing the news.

Cisel, however, kept his gaze fixed on the massive wreckage of Omipotus and slowly said, "My God, Donald, this is probably the best news I've heard in a month, and you know why?"

Donald looked at Cecilia with confusion and asked, "Why, sir?"

"Because I just made the best decision of my life."

After saying that, Cissell picked up his phone, which displayed a simple text message.

"Debbie, your father is a hero."