The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

In a restaurant in Dongguo, an apprentice was borrowing kitchen equipment and extra ingredients to cook alone after get off work.

At first, the restaurant owner only thought he was a thin and weak country boy. Unexpectedly, he was very nimble with his hands and feet. He could read everything and he was even more talented in cooking. Even the chef was full of praise for his understanding and even accepted him. Based on his suggestions, he adjusted the seasonings and proportions of several dishes, which were well received by customers.

But I don’t know why, but the dishes made by this apprentice always make people feel weird, as if... there is still life left in the ingredients.

It feels like there is no way to start.

While he was trying to develop new dishes, the gifts from the Messenger of the Sea continued to influence him.

It is true that he was not overwhelmed by the heavy bioelectrical signals and turned into a flapping fish, but this did not mean that there was no way for the large group to contact this new and isolated compatriot.

Rather, the call of the crowd is stronger than ever!

"[Isamara! Isamara! Isamara!]"

The large group did not call out to Yig, because in their knowledge, Yig was still sleeping in the deep sea... The only one left alone was Isamara.

Haiji should not have such strong emotions, but at this time there was a discordant noise in the large group.

The evil god who served as the 'black sheep' for so long was not useless. Haiji was indeed affected by some of the bad things he taught.

With the other three freshmen not interfering, Ig, who took up the banner of Isamara as the [Corrupted Heart], was almost invincible in the large group.

Although Haiji does not have the human concept of hierarchy, there is still a hierarchy.

With [Spreading Branches] lacking consciousness, [Corrupted Heart] being coaxed and appeased, and the other two first-borns not making a statement, [Consciousness of the Large Group] would not do anything to this [Snake of the Sea].

Rather, [Great Crowd Consciousness] is very happy to have such a 'heir' who is willing to dedicate himself to the Great Crowd.

Although they don't know what happiness is.

Haiji is such a life form.

Everything they do is selfless and is for the better survival of the large group.

Even Igor, the "first heir under the new birth", could not change this.

……

The apprentice looked at his work and sighed.

The chefs were unwilling to taste his dishes, so in order not to waste the food, they had to eat it themselves.

As for the voice echoing in his head, he was in no hurry.

Although he didn't know why, he felt an inexplicable closeness to the existence represented by those two names, but now he wanted to answer the questions raised by the grandfather who saved his life...

“How to become a better human being?”

……

Months passed.

The girl has gradually become accustomed to living with the boy under the dilapidated bridges and in the dark streets.

She was also used to using young people to sew exquisite baubles using some rough materials, and sell them to Victorians under the banner of Tara folk items.

In recent days, as Earl Eric, who was born in Tara in Oak Forest County, began to take action to promote the recovery and spread of Tara culture, many curious tourists from other mobile cities in Victoria have visited this not-so-famous city. city ​​of.

Even though most Victorians were discriminatory towards Tara people, not everyone would be harsh on a young girl.

And I don’t know why, when a girl follows the boy’s instructions, goes to a designated location, and sells them to someone who matches the boy’s description, she always makes a lot of money.

The customers she met were all wealthy and empathetic, and would lend a helping hand when they saw a child working hard for life.

It's so weird.

And when the girl wants to make a little extra money, reduce the burden on the boy and herself, and sell things to tourists other than those described by the boy, most of the time she ends up with no success.

Then the boy laughed.

"Mandra, you are too impatient... If hard work can be rewarded, what's the use of opportunities? Seize the opportunities firmly and don't do useless work."

'...But if you don't work hard, how can you seize the opportunity? '

The mother's teachings were still engraved in the girl's heart, but she did not refute them verbally.

But as time went by, she gradually became accustomed to just following the boy's instructions, because what she wanted to do may not necessarily be rewarded.

But following the boy's instructions will definitely pay off.

'...Is it true that anyone can predict the future? '

But if fate could be predicted, would her parents have to be forced to death by Victoria's tax collectors, and she would have to end up on the streets?

The girl was unwilling to give in.

At first, she didn't believe the boy's so-called prediction of the future... If the boy could really predict the future, how could he end up wandering?

Instead of believing that the young man has the ability to predict the future, it is better to believe that the young man's madness is not cured at all.

The girl didn't even dare to tell the other party that her name was not Mandela...for fear that the other party would suddenly go crazy.

In the girl's eyes, this boy, who was thin due to long-term malnutrition, was actually very capable of beating. He once easily broke the necks of more than a dozen adult homeless people in front of the girl.

Those tramps who had evil intentions and whose eyes lit up when they saw the girl never understood until their death why the thin lunatic who could only run away in the past became so dangerous.

No... maybe it's because the other person is a lunatic that he can twist his head 180 degrees with a smile while squinting his eyes.

Murder is still too scary for a child of only six or seven years old, especially seeing those people fall in front of him.

But the murderer didn't care, as if killing was nothing to him.

From then on, whenever the boy started to talk a long story, the girl always followed the boy's words and said, "Yes, that's right, that's it. I think so too." Even though she sometimes couldn't understand what the boy said.

She did not dare to refute the boy's words.

The girl was afraid that if she told him clearly that her name was not Mandela and the other party recognized the wrong person... the boy would suddenly go crazy.

"Hmph! You are not Mandela, then who are you!"

Then he revealed his terrifying cat eyes and tore off the girl's face.

The girl was so frightened that she couldn't close her eyes all night after hearing her mother tell the horrific folklore story "The Skinned Snake of Ursus".

Even after hearing this story for a while, the girl always asked to touch her parents' faces.Even when she was sleeping, her hands were glued to her mother's face.

Because in the story "The Skinned Snake of Ursus", there is still a way to identify the evil snake possessing people.

That is, the possessed person's face can be easily ripped off.

Although the prototype of the story is more terrifying than the legend... and more impeccable.

The girl had forgotten the horror story, but after meeting the boy, she had another nightmare about the skinned snake.

Only this time it wasn’t a snake being skinned, but a cat.

A purple cat with sharp claws.

……

But as time went by, and some of the words that the boy usually chanted came true one by one... the girl had to admit that the other party might really have the ability to predict the future.

The homeless people with evil intentions that I met last time... have some information about the casino that the boy needs.

There are not many casinos in Oak Forest County, because the city is not developed at all...but those homeless people happened to start their wandering career because they lost everything at the gambling table.

When the girl followed the boy, she never encountered even one Victoria police patrol... It was as if the Victoria patrol took the initiative to avoid him.

Girls always have the feeling that as long as a boy wants, he can do anything.

As the two get along longer and longer, the girl is no longer as grateful as she was at the beginning for the boy's life-saving grace, but she is also afraid that one day the boy will suddenly go crazy.

But doubts gradually took root in the girl's heart.

'If he can really foresee the future...does it mean that our whole lives have been determined? '

'Is there an invisible hand controlling us towards our destined future?Is everything we have been meaningless...because our fate has already been determined? '

'Are we Tara people born to be taxed more heavily, receive higher wages, and live in worse living conditions...Are we Tara people born to be inferior to other Victorians? ? '

'Those aristocratic children...just because of their background, can they bully me and insult me ​​at will? '

'Fate...has everything really been planned? '

……

Young boy Feilin has been living a good life recently.

He has a younger brother who is barely obedient, and his daily diet is guaranteed. As for the clean environment... the boy is not mysophobic.

Neither does Black Snake.

The reason why he 'borrowed' someone else's bathroom to bathe in the first place was that although Black Snake was not mysophobic, his body, which had not been washed for several years, would still make him feel uncomfortable.

Recently, the boy has accumulated some small money by selling handicrafts.

To be honest, although Black Snake is not very accomplished in art, he likes to make those gadgets.

The folk items made by the boy are indeed part of Tara culture...but now, many of them have been lost.

Even the Museum of Victoria has no relevant records.

The young man was not worried that someone would notice a problem... because in Black Snake's vision, the young man was about to end this pleasant but meaningless time and spread his presence to the land as much as possible.

And this little thing was nothing compared to what he was about to do.

He had [saw] that the great beast would be born from Victoria and extend its claws outward...until the whole land was under the boy's influence.

[Subjective prediction] The greater the young man's influence on the world, the more powerful he will be.

As for the young man, he shouldn't even think about Victoria's nobles. Unless there is another battle similar to the Battle of the Four Emperors and the destruction of Gaul, the young man's climb up will be too slow.

And running back to Ursus... To be honest, it is far less useful to Black Snake than staying in Victoria as a teenager.

Ursus already has an Eternal Duke.

So, what is the most suitable thing for today’s teenagers and can quickly expand their influence?

That is [doing business].

Some nobles in Victoria today are certainly aware of the vitality of this field and are taking action from it, such as the Dagu Group... but more nobles are unwilling to lower their profile, contact businessmen, or even engage in business.

There is a big vacancy in this, and it gives the boy a good opportunity.

The boy's Origin Stone skills can also help him. After all, in the business field, if you seize the opportunity first, you will get everything.

……

"Haha... Mandela, you are actually troubled by this kind of problem."

"Everything about us is destiny, so is what we do meaningless... You are really stupid to ask."

"Your concerns are meaningless, and contemplating this unanswered philosophy is completely out of bounds for your childish brain."

"I would like to ask, Mandela, do you really think you understand the fate you talk about?"

"Even if I am a prophet, I dare not say that I can completely know the fate of myself and others... And why do you think that what you are doing now is meaningless? Everything for you is destined? "

"What cannot be changed is fate, our fixed past."

"What can be changed is luck and our unclear future."

"The combination of fixed numbers and variables... is destiny in the true sense."

Chapter 275: Celebrate! The spokesperson who symbolizes wealth has appeared!

"Mandra, if you go to the tombs in the suburbs today, you might be able to pick up something good... By the way, you must go during the day. If you go at night, you may encounter some small surprises~"

"...I told you that my name is not Mandela."

"Ah~ Then what do you want me to call you? Manzhu Shahua? Sudra? Jacintos...forget it, Mandela still sounds smooth."

"...Can't you call me by my name?"

"Name? A name is just a code name, a name used to facilitate people to describe the designated person. When I pronounce the three words Mandela, don't you understand that I am calling you?"

"..."

"Haha, actually, it's mainly because I'm used to calling him Mandra for too long... Of course, even if I am 90.00% responsible for being too lazy to change my name, don't you, who is used to calling me Mandra, not be [-]% responsible~"

"It's obviously you who called me Mandela without permission!"

"But I don't know who was so frightened at first, so submissive that he even dared to say his own name... Obviously I thought we had a life-long friendship, but you have to go through a few times to even know your real name. You won’t dare to tell me until a month later.”

"……sorry."