Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 164 Little Bull Nose, do I look like a human or a god to you?

"So, essentially, we are one person?"

After yesterday's endless argument with the two personalities of the extraterrestrial gods, Locke figured something out in his consciousness space and ultimately chose to tell Old Ma and Little Ma part of the truth.

So early this morning, Locke called his two grandsons to the garage and told them what he had done.

"That's right, I separated your timeline from the past because I could only successfully reshape the world by eliminating my own existence. There was no other way."

Having said that, Locke looked with dead fish eyes at the somewhat shocked but already used to Little Horse, and the Old Horse who was no longer surprised at all.

"But now it seems you're not surprised at all?"

"I thought I should be very surprised, but when I thought it was you, I wasn't so surprised at all. Grandpa Locke, you're really something."

After venting his frustrations, Xiao Ma gave Locke a thumbs up. He was truly convinced and had no more temper left.

This was a good thing, though. Locke wouldn't need to waste time trying to reason with the two of them. So he simply pulled out the latest model of the Omnipotent Universe Teleportation Gun and said to the two Marks, "Since that's the case, let me make this clear: until I resolve the issue of the unstable timeline, only one of you can stay in this world at most. The other one will have to come with me on a grand adventure in the multiverse. Who's going today?"

Upon hearing this, the two horses turned and quickly looked at each other. Then, the older horse walked away without looking back, while the younger horse immediately reacted, clinging to the older horse's leg and crying out, "Old horse, please have mercy!"

At his doorstep, Nolan glanced at his wife, who was still sitting at the dining table with her back to him, seemingly unwilling to pay him any more attention. He sighed and took off towards the prison.

Not long after, in the GDA prison, the workers who were repairing the large hole in the ceiling of Nolan's cell were gossiping about All-Around Man one second, and the next second they saw Nolan returning from outside.

Seeing the other person's expression of having seen a ghost, Nolan greeted them in a very friendly manner.

"Hey, thank you for your help. Just pretend I don't exist."

After saying that, Nolan patted the pebbles and dust off the bed, lay down naturally, and adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.

After doing all this, and noticing the staff's blank stares again, Nolan thought for a moment and then said, "Can you get me some breakfast? I made my wife angry, so I came over without having eaten breakfast."

After a day of adventure, Locke fell peacefully asleep. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a group of Lockes who wanted nothing more than to kill him.

After a moment's reaction, the invincible young hero Locke turned and ran through the dream world without looking back. The black-robed Locke was the first to pursue him, shouting, "GDX, give me back my manuscript! Do you know how hard I worked on it?!"

Hokage Rock: "And my house! Do you know how expensive mortgages are in Konoha?!"

DC Rock watched as the invincible young hero Rock was chased, and started chatting with the blond weasel beside him: "Speaking of which, you seem to be the only one who isn't human right now. Any thoughts on that?"

"Nothing special. I was used to it before, but it became quite strange after awakening. The only advantage is that the character pool has become smaller, making it easier to select powerful cards."

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"So what did you choose?"

"Yellow Wind".

For the ordinary people who have lived in the Changbai Mountains for generations, Changbai Mountain is the ancestral mountain of the Northeast Dragon Vein, a sacred mountain that hides the secret realm of Tianchi Lake and vast forests, and a spiritual totem engraved in the blood of the people of Northeast China. It has always had an irreplaceable and extraordinary significance.

However, in the world of Chinese supernatural beings, this snow-capped mountain forest stretching for thousands of miles carries immense weight, especially for the shamanic disciples of the Northeast lineage. This place is their root, their ancestral home, and a sacred land that must never be violated.

The five great immortals—the fox, the weasel, the white fox, the willow, and the gray fox—who travel the human world in the form of a horse to protect the region, as well as various mountain spirits scattered deep in the forest, all have their true forms and roots planted in this Changbai Mountain.

This is the private sanctuary where the immortals cultivate in seclusion, and it is also the source of the confidence that the Northeast's shamanic tradition has been passed down for thousands of years. However, with the development of the times, the immortals' status in this world has gradually become awkward, and there has even been a shift from the shamans depending on them more to the immortals depending on the shamans more.

The speed of human civilization's development has long exceeded the imagination of these ancient spirits who have cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years.

As forests are developed and mountains are inhabited, the number of quiet places where people can peacefully cultivate themselves is decreasing. People no longer seek divine guidance for everything, and those willing to worship deities for generations are becoming increasingly rare, a far cry from what it used to be.

Most of the immortals were still living their lives in a daze, following the old rules. However, there were always a few who were insightful and had already noticed something was wrong. But since Grandpa Hu and Grandma Hu were stationed on the main peak of Changbai Mountain, they were the guiding stars for all the immortals in Northeast China. As long as the two elders didn't speak, no immortal dared to say a word about it.

In addition to the kinship and incense passed down through generations among the disciples, and some unspoken rules of checks and balances that connect with the world of the supernatural, most of the immortals turned a blind eye and tacitly accepted the changes in the world. After all, some of the older ones were well aware that such days would come sooner or later after that day, only that day might come much earlier than they imagined.

Until that day, something that should never have existed appeared without warning in this land of white mountains and black waters that had been peaceful for thousands of years, shattering the rules of this ancestral home and its peaceful days.

Deep within the primeval forest of Changbai Mountain, in a secluded mountainside below the snow line, in a natural cave, something astonishing is unfolding.

This cave was filled with rare and exquisite treasures found in Changbai Mountain.

The thousand-year-old wild ginseng, with its bright red seeds and intact whiskers, was bundled into stacks. The hundred-year-old red Ganoderma lucidum and Sanghuang mushrooms, gleaming with a lustrous and spiritual charm, were neatly arranged. There were also warm jade stones treasured by immortals, agate and beeswax with spiritual energy, and even the top mountain delicacies that are priceless in the mortal world were piled up into small mountains.

These treasures, which are rare and precious to mountain spirits and immortal cultivators, are now piled up like ordinary odds and ends beside the stone platform at the deepest part of the cave.

On the stone platform, a yellow-furred ferret was nestled on a blanket made by the patriarch of the Hu family using his own fur.

Its fur was so shiny and smooth that it looked as if it were covered with a layer of flowing gold. It half-closed its eyes, which were like black glass, and lazily curled up. Although it looked like a newly enlightened spirit, its eyes revealed an extremely human-like enjoyment.

Beside it stood a weasel many times larger, with a slender body and glossy, compliant golden fur, standing upright like a human. Its two front paws were nervously rubbed together, and a utterly human-like fawning smile graced its face as it bowed and cautiously asked, "Ancestor, do you like these things?"

Faced with the weasel's fawning expression, Locke didn't even lift his eyelids. He merely glanced casually at the mountain of Changbai treasures, then propped himself up on his paws, slowly rolled over, and settled into an extremely languid, imperial-concubine-like pose on the thousand-year-old white fox carpet. The tip of his fluffy tail casually swept the edge of the stone bed, and when he spoke, his voice was soft, yet it carried an overwhelming aura of superiority: "Little Weasel, in principle, a Kimi of your level shouldn't even be qualified to set foot within three feet of my cave. However, considering that this is a new era after the Great Tribulation, the old rules should be relaxed, so I will allow you to serve me."

Upon hearing this, the weasel lowered its head even further, hunched over, and didn't dare to breathe loudly. It listened respectfully to every word, and although it didn't understand what "Kimi" meant, it still obediently accepted it.

Upon hearing the words "to serve," it was instantly overjoyed, its entire body of yellow fur practically bristling. It hurriedly bowed even deeper, its front paws almost touching the ground, its voice filled with flattery and overwhelmed: "To be able to serve the Ancestor is a blessing I've accumulated over eight lifetimes! It's my greatest honor!"

"Alright, alright," Locke said impatiently, flicking the tip of his tail and half-closing his eyes. "I'm going to take a nap. When I sleep, it has to be absolutely quiet."

"Yes, yes! I'll take my leave right away! I'll take my leave right away! I won't disturb the Ancestor's peaceful cultivation!"

The weasel hurriedly agreed, bowing and taking small, timid steps as it respectfully withdrew from the cave, not daring to even raise its head.

After Xiao Huang hunched over and backed away from the cave, he turned around, and the obsequious and humble look on his face vanished instantly.

Outside the cave, in the snow, the representatives of the Hu, Bai, Liu, and Hui families had already squatted in a row, craning their necks to look into the cave entrance, each with their ears perked up, listening to the conversation inside clearly.

Just moments ago, Little Huang was all groveling, but now his back was ramrod straight, his head held high, his chest puffed out, and he squinted at everyone before yelling, "What are you all doing! What are you all doing, crowding around the cave entrance? You're blocking our ancestors' fresh air, don't you know that?! Get the hell out of here, squat down over there!"

The large, snow-white fox crouching at the front, representing the Hu family, immediately bristled upon hearing this and retorted without hesitation: "What are you pretending to be so important to me for! Our ancestor was a yellow-haired weasel, what kinship do you have with a shameless weasel like you? You really think you're a favorite of our ancestor?"

Little Yellow stiffened his neck and retorted, "That's still closer than you bunch of outsiders! Our ancestor personally granted permission for me to serve him; the fact that he didn't deny it means he acknowledges us as family! What are you all spouting nonsense about? If you're so capable, why don't you go in and ask our ancestor for a straight answer?"

"Shut up, all of you! What's all the fuss about? Keep your voices down! What will you do if you wake up the ancestors?"

Upon hearing this, the tense atmosphere dissipated considerably. The little mouse from the gray family peeked in and whispered, "Uncle Hu and Great-Grandma Hu, are you really saying that the one inside is the Yellow Wind Monkey King?"

No sooner had these words been spoken than the white fox of the Hu family immediately rebuked him sharply: "Stop spouting nonsense! How dare we gossip about our ancestors? Our job is simply to take good care of them and serve them properly! Our ancestors have finally been reincarnated, and they need to be carefully looked after now, do you understand?"

The gray family representative was scolded and immediately lowered his head and fell silent. The group of immortals quietly guarded the cave entrance, squatting there from dusk until dawn, but there was not a single movement inside.

The more the Liu family representative thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He turned to Huang Tianan beside him and flicked his tail: "Little Huang, hurry up and go in and check on the old ancestor. Maybe he overslept and is still half asleep. Go in and take good care of him."

Huang Tianan immediately bristled, his tail bristling: "How dare you call me 'Little Huang'? You lecherous bastard, don't try to get close to me!"

"Hey? You hairy beast, looking for a beating?"

After exchanging a few words, the two immortals naturally didn't actually fight. Huang Tianan didn't forget to spit, smoothed his shiny yellow hair, and, putting on the airs of being the most favored person in front of his ancestor, he grumbled and lifted the animal skin curtain of the cave to walk in, muttering, "What a worthless piece of trash, doesn't he even know his own status? Does he even deserve to call me Little Huang?"

No more than ten seconds after stepping inside, a heart-wrenching, piercing scream suddenly erupted from the cave, nearly shaking the icicles off the ceiling: "Oh no!! The ancestor has escaped!!! The bed is empty!!!"

The four immortal families outside the cave were instantly thrown into chaos. They all rushed forward, holding their necks, but dared not actually break in and disturb the cave. They crowded together at the cave entrance in a chaotic mess.

In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a woman's voice, filled with disbelief and boundless rage, seemed to explode across the entire Changbai Mountain on the mountain wind, even shaking the snow off the branches of the forest: "They ran away!!!"

A few days later, late at night at Nankai University, the late autumn wind carried a biting chill, rustling the poplar leaves in the woods, and the shadows of the trees under the streetlights swayed like menacing ghosts.

Zhang Chulan, with his hands in his pockets, walked dejectedly along the dirt path in the grove. As he walked, he suddenly shivered, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He cursed himself in his heart, feeling that he was completely bewitched. Why would he leave his warm dormitory and games in the middle of the night to go out and look at this stupid moon? He was completely out of his mind.

"I should have just played games with those guys in my dorm. It's pitch black here, and if we run into something, we'd have nowhere to run—" he muttered to himself as he turned to sneak back to his dorm. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small, oily-yellow thing standing upright on the roots of an old tree by the roadside. It looked like a weasel.

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly recalled the Northeast folk tale that his buddies and he had been chatting about the night before last—it was said that a weasel that had cultivated for many years would stop passersby in the middle of the night to ask for a title, asking, "Do I look like a human or a god to you?" If you answered the wrong question, either it would lose a hundred years of cultivation, or you would suffer a lifetime of bad luck.

Just as he was stiffening all over and contemplating turning around and running away, he suddenly felt relieved. As a seasoned materialist, how could he be afraid of these ghost stories?

Just as Zhang Chulan was gradually convincing himself, and even preparing to go over and tease the little creature, the weasel standing on the tree root suddenly spoke. Its shrill voice, carried by the night wind, drilled directly into his ears: "Little Taoist priest, look at me, do I look like a human or a god?"

The next moment, Zhang Chulan's expression froze, staring blankly at the incredibly human-like yellow weasel.

A moment later, a heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout Nankai University.