my hero development game

Talent: Knowing the truth (gold), innate wisdom (gold), God is dead (black)

Realm: Extraordinary

"How did this thing really come to me?"

Although Shen Yuan's purpose is to load Anivia's talent template and confirm the effect of the talent that God is dead.

But after this talent disappeared from Anivia, it appeared in himself, which really made Shen Yuan a little confused.

Shen Yuan, who calmed down a little bit, couldn't help guessing:

"Could it be that the black talent that God is dead cannot be copied through the hero template?

When I don't open the hero template loading, God is dead can only be on Anivia.

When I turned on loading, the unreproducible God is dead was loaded directly onto me through the template. "

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan decisively unloaded the hero template.

Then he watched his faceplate disappear slowly, as if some invisible weight in his heart was quietly removed, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body.

Recalling the feeling when loading the hero template, Shen Yuan couldn't help but shudder.

"When I loaded the template, I obviously didn't feel any abnormalities, why did I feel a lot easier after canceling the loading?

Could it be that at the moment I load it, God is dead has already begun to affect me subtly? "

Turning his head to look at the hero card of Anivia, he saw that the light golden card had turned into the previous emerald card again, and the disappeared God had died and returned to the card without any surprise.

"This talent is really unique!"

At the same time, far away in the secret prayer room of Wudu Diocese.

Anivia, who was offering devout prayers to the Lord she believed in, suddenly lost the enthusiasm in her beautiful wine-red eyes.

The heavy shackles of cause and effect reappeared, and Chaofan's future was cut off. Of course, these are not the focus of Anivia's attention.

She realizes with astonishment that the God who originally had life is dead, and suddenly returns to the essence of the concept again.

The return of the concept made Anivia wake up from the fanatical piety in her heart, and began to question the death of God into life in her heart.

"What the hell is this..."

This idea had just arisen, and the next moment, Anivia discovered that the concept of God's death had disappeared, and with that ray of emotion as the medium, it turned into the great existence she believed in.

The blasphemous saint kneeling on the ground issued a devout prayer.

"My lord, please forgive my rudeness!"

......

Shen Yuan, who confirmed the uniqueness of God's death, loaded Anivia's hero template again.

At this time, he obviously didn't know what wonderful things were happening to Anivia who was far away in Wudu Parish.

At this moment, he has already focused all his attention on the black talent that God is dead.

Possessing a unique talent, even the "Hero Cultivator" cannot be copied, such a characteristic is completely the only one Shen Yuan has seen in his life.

With the reloading of God's dead talent, Shen Yuan concentrated his mental energy to sense the impact of loading God's dead on himself.

However, no matter how Shen Yuan perceived his body and soul, he could not perceive the slightest impact of the death of God, as if this talent really had no negative effects.

But only Shen Yuan can know that this feeling has been subtly corroded by the death of God.

Canceling the talent template again, Shen Yuan felt the relief again.

And then just keep on loading, canceling, loading, canceling...

After repeated attempts several times, relying on the blessing brought by Anivia's talent for knowing the truth, Shen Yuan faintly sensed an unusual and mysterious aura.

Only at the moment when the loading of the hero template is canceled and God is dead disappears from his body, can Shen Yuan feel the invisible pressure and shackles.

Shen Yuan's eyes were slightly closed, carefully recalling the mysterious aura captured by repeatedly loading and canceling God's dead talent.

That feeling, it's like...

"A rotting corpse, turned away from me!"

The sudden appearance of a bold idea made Shen Yuan feel a chill on his skin's spine, as if there was unknown malice looming beside Shen Yuan.

And far away in the parish of Wudu, Anivia, who had repeatedly fallen into a state of fanatical belief, had a mental breakdown.

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Volume 35: Chapter 35 Chapter [-] The Holy Maiden's Redemption!

"Who is it!"

Anivia gritted her silver teeth tightly, and for the first time, an emotion called anger appeared on that icy pretty face.

Thanks to the repeated transformation of the concept of God's death into life, Anivia kept falling into the state of fanaticism of dedicating everything to the great existence.

One second she was still thinking about the meaning behind these things, and the next second she knelt before the reverse cross, praising the great name.

After going through this kind of thing more than ten times, Anivia felt as if she was being played ruthlessly by that unknown existence.

The anger in the heart of the blasphemy saint has accumulated to a critical point, and may erupt at any time.

In the next second, Anivia, who was full of anger, showed fanatical piety again, and her heartfelt admiration made her fall to her knees, and slowly prayed in a cold voice:

"Great my lord, please forgive Anivia's petty and ignorant thoughts."

"You are all things, the only one, the only greatness left in the world!"

......

Loading Anivia's hero template again, Shen Yuan reached out and touched his chin, relying on the aura brought by knowing the truth and innate wisdom, he guessed:

"That corpse-like gaze should be the karma brought about by the dead God."

"God is dead, which means that Anivia relies on her talent to see the reflection of God at the time of death. The great existence that has died uses the gaze of Anivia as a medium to exert cause and effect on Anivia in an attempt to achieve what purpose.

The concretization of this bit of cause and effect has become the talent that God is dead, gathering the eyes of the corpse. "

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan couldn't help sighing.

"It is estimated that this means that I can load and cancel this talent at any time, so that I can realize the shackles of cause and effect that God is dead, and use Zhizhen to glimpse a little truth behind it.

Putting it on Anivia, she may not have understood what it means that God is dead. "

Seeing clearly the essence behind the death of God, Shen Yuan felt much more relaxed.

As long as the problem is found, it is no longer a problem to thoroughly study the God is dead talent.

"Although the essence of this talent is quite hellish, as the first talent in my hand that is unique and involves the existence of a high-level God, I think it still has great potential for development.

To intimidate other superhumans with the mysterious gaze of God's death?

Figure out the cause and effect of the eyes behind the back, so as to prevent being detected by the fortune-telling of some big bosses and prophets?

Or borrow the uniqueness that cannot be copied by the system, and get stuck in the bug of "Hero Cultivator"? "

An expectant smile appeared on Shen Yuan's face.

And at this moment, a cold wind blows through the window in the small canteen, and the wind in the middle of summer night carries an inexplicable chill that Shen Yuan can't understand.

Shen Yuan subconsciously looked behind him again.

Behind him are only the neatly arranged shelves of goods in the canteen, which look so decayed and old under the dim lights in the canteen late at night.

It seemed that in the corner of the shelf, a rotting corpse was quietly spying on him through the gap in the corner.

"Gudong!"

Shen Yuan couldn't help swallowing, feeling a little panicked inexplicably.

After discovering this horrific truth, Shen Yuan always felt that after God was dead, there would be a corpse hiding in a corner where he couldn't see to spy on him.

After all, this is the gaze of a great being who has fallen, and it is normal for it to bear some inexplicable weirdness.

"I don't think it's necessary to study this kind of underworld talent at night."

"The commissary will be open tomorrow, why don't you go to sleep first!"

Shen Yuan, who was a little scared in his heart, decisively canceled the loading of the hero template.

The physical strengthening brought about by the promotion to Chaofan made his athletic ability far surpass that of ordinary people, and he rushed to the bedroom on the second floor in three steps and two steps.

This night, the commissary was brightly lit.

......

Wudu Diocese, the hidden prayer room.

Anivia, who recovered from fanatical piety again, this time sensibly did not start complaining in her heart, but continued to finish her prayers earnestly.

Before waking up from fanatical piety more than a dozen times, whenever Anivia felt angry with that great being, or interrupted her prayers.

The next time you fall into fanatical piety, you will inevitably pray again to ask forgiveness from the Lord you believe in.

The time for one prayer is not too long, but it takes a long time to repeat more than ten prayers.

Anivia, who suffered greatly from this, decisively realized that instead of forcibly interrupting the prayer and starting over from the beginning, it is better to honestly finish the prayer before starting to think carefully about the reasons.

And this prayer lasted until late at night.

Anivia stood up from the reverse cross, even though she was promoted to the extraordinary realm, the long prayer still made her feel physically and mentally exhausted.

In the process of praying, she must concentrate on dedicating her faith, because only in this way can the collapsed mental world not continue to collapse.

Standing up and tidying up the slightly messy dress, Anivia suddenly noticed something.

That is, in the previous few hours, she did not fall into that fanatical piety again.

It's just that the prayer she concentrated on made her ignore the changes in herself, so that she didn't react.

There was a little breakdown on the glamorous pretty face, and Anivia clenched her right hand tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her flesh.

After a long while, Anivia managed to calm down her complicated mood amidst depression.

Her eyes fell on the huge inverted cross in front of her, and Anivia's beautiful eyes flashed a trace of confusion.

What happened in this secret prayer room today was completely beyond Anivia's imagination.

Gray fog, mysterious people, participating in games, golden light balls, promotion to extraordinary, the great existence she called my lord...

The fusion of these information greatly impacted Anivia's cognition.

The previously severed path to the extraordinary reappeared, and God, who was originally regarded as the concept of truth, had died and became life. All these made Anivia not even know how to face it.

Knowing the truth and innate wisdom started to work, and Anivia tried to use her talent to analyze what happened today.

Everything that happened a few hours ago was presented in her mind one by one.

Suddenly, the feeling of relief when she felt the Lord for the first time and all the shackles on her body were released flashed through her mind.

After repeated appearances several times, the invisible shackles imperceptibly bound her, and she could only be released when the Lord appeared.

Anivia suddenly felt inexplicable fear and anxiety in her heart.

The invisible shackles seemed to bring her back to the scene when she witnessed a great death when she was 12 years old.

In an instant, in this secret prayer room, there seemed to be upside-down corpses looking at her quietly with pale and dead eyes through the dark corner, and the eyes turned into invisible shackles.

At this moment, Anivia finally understood why she would offer fanatical devotion from the bottom of her heart when the Lord came.

That's not only because of stabilizing the mental world, but more importantly, that my lord is the only salvation she has been looking for since she was 12 years old!

The blasphemy saintess knelt down, and this time she took the initiative to bow her head in prayer, begging the great existence for peace of mind.

"Great my lord, may you grant the most peaceful salvation to devout believers!"

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Volume 36: Chapter 36 Chapter [-] Little Lolita

The sun in Southern Star City had just risen into the sky, and Shen Yuan, who had recovered from the exhaustion of the previous night, was sitting by the corridor rubbing his clothes.

The blood-stained clothes were soaked in the big laundry basin, and Shen Yuan rubbed them vigorously with his hands, and the bright red blood seeped into the basin.

After a while, the bloody water in the laundry tub began to tumbling, producing bubbles like boiling water, and the bloody water became more and more colorful.

Shen Yuan poured the bloody water into the sewer with a blank expression, and then took another basin of water to continue washing his clothes.