Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning closed his eyes, gently loaded the gun, and aimed it at Mrs. Sicily's forehead.

The door was closed, and the surveillance cameras and listening devices were also turned off. The room seemed to have turned into an isolated island, with only the old wolf king, Lady Sicily, and the new wolf king named Zhuang Ning.

The new wolf king put the gun on Lady Sicily's head.

"Is it useless? You are a true Syracusan. You will never hold back when it comes to rooting out the evil."

Perhaps she felt that she was hopeless, so Mrs. Sicily closed her eyelids slightly, revealing a helpless expression.

And Zhuang Ning pulled the trigger coldly.

--boom!

A huge earthquake broke out.

However, Mrs. Sicily's consciousness did not dissipate, but she was a little stimulated and her heart beat faster.

She opened her eyes and realized that what burst out of the gun was actually fireworks streamers.

Zhuang Ning narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly: "Are you scared? I have always wanted to see your expression when you lose control."

"Not killing me?"

"Why should I kill you? Do you really think your supporters will threaten me?"

Zhuang Ning put the toy gun back on his waist with disdain, "If they really dare to do this, then even if I kill their whole family, no one will dare to object, right?"

Lady Sicily was speechless.

After a long time, she also laughed, as if the last bit of worry disappeared.

"Doctor, I have a question."

"Ma'am, do you have any questions? Go ahead."

"Why do you have to make yourself look like a madman? You seem to be keen on killing people, but you don't really feel anything about it, do you?"

"Will you be happy when you crush bugs? No." Zhuang Ning said quietly, and the smile on her face just now disappeared.

Mrs. Sicily felt from him a kind of... arrogance she had never felt before.

It was like looking down, casting a cold gaze from high above.

It was not until this moment that Zhuang Ning took off his mask and said with a smile, "I am not killing you because of sympathy, but I do feel a little grateful."

"When I was struggling with how to treat Syracuse, you set an example for me."

"You have been wondering, who am I? A manipulator, an evil spirit, an ambitious person, a conspirator, a sinner..." Zhuang Ning spoke as if he was talking to himself.

"You actually want to see through me, right? You want to see me, a Syracuse man, at the end of my life."

Zhuang Ning stood up gently and put on his hat. "Well, this is my answer to you."

"Syracuse means nothing to me."

"As for you, Lady Sicily, is there a possibility that you are also the wolf whose spine I want to break?"

He inadvertently revealed his malice. He was clearly laughing, but his voice sounded like a messenger calling sinners to hell. "Congratulations, you see through me now."

"I will meet all your requirements and let you see a different Syracuse."

Zhuang Ning pressed down his hat and said, "Please live well."

After saying that, he turned and left, humming a song.

Only Lady Sicily felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, and her breathing became rapid.

Perhaps at the last moment, the old lady's defense was broken by Zhuang Ning.

Yes, she had indeed never seen anyone with eyes like that, as if looking down at an animal.

……

……

On the way back, Zhuang Ning vaguely heard the howling of wolves.

He had heard this sound two years ago. It was the scream of a beast master.

The piercing sound hit my eardrums, and before I knew it, all the street lights dimmed.

Only the shadow-like wolf walked slowly in, with a pair of scarlet eyes filled with arrogance.

The darkness is darker than the night.

The faint murderous intent spread, as if it was about to gather into a needle.

Then, Zhuang Ning sighed and looked at the wolf. The wolf also looked at Zhuang Ning and opened his mouth to say something.

At this moment, it felt its head being grabbed.

Zhuang Ning was also shrouded in darkness, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "Pretending?"

"You, are you still pretending in front of me?" He pierced the wolf's body with one hand. "I think you are itching for trouble, Zaro. You don't have any other abilities, but you just pretend to be cool in front of others every day, right?!"

In an instant, the wolf lord named Zaro let out a wail.

The wolf opened its mouth to make sounds and seemed to be struggling, but Zhuang Ning was very unhappy and kicked the wolf's side hard with his toes.

"Still pretending? Still pretending?! I'm not as pretentious as you!"

"Wait!" The Wolf Lord struggled, but he didn't expect Zhuang Ning to kick him even harder.

Zhuang Ning wiped the sweat off his forehead until he was sweating profusely: "Okay, I'm satisfied."

"You can tell me now, Zaro. What brings you here, a beast master who has already been defeated?"

The wolf lord, whose self-esteem was severely hit, whimpered in grievance, but still controlled his instinct to attack.

"My mother sent me to you. She said she had something of great interest."

"Mother? I always thought you were a perfect match for the rising East Sun, a late-night lover of the other sun, a motherless clown."

The Wolf Lord gritted his teeth and said, "Don't joke."

Zhuang Ning smiled with narrowed eyes, but his voice was still cold: "Then don't tell me riddles, tell me what your mother has in her hand."

"My mother...Wolf Mother asked me to tell you that she has a part of your memory."

"She knows you, Doc."

PS: This chapter was written a little hastily, as there is another chapter of 4000 words at twelve o'clock in the evening.

Chapter 7 Source God, start!

Unlike the behemoth, the beast master is a magical being.

Behemoths are monsters born naturally on Terra, such as Ya and Sui.

As for the beast masters, like the emperor of Penguin Logistics whom Zhuang Ning knew, and the high priest of the Sargon Rainforest… although they had extraordinary abilities, they were all incompetent, and their purpose of staying alive seemed to be to find a guy they liked and be a spectator.

However, there are also unique individuals among the beast masters, such as Anma, who protects the Sami people and has been worshipped by the Sami people for thousands of years.

In short, most beast masters are immortal, have a lot of technology, but have no intention of interfering with the progress of civilization.

And Zaro is also a spendthrift among these beast masters.

The Wolf Lords are a group among the Beast Lords who have been playing a boring game for thousands of years.

Cultivate fangs, fight each other, and the wolf leader with the remaining fangs can lead his other brothers and sisters.

Zaro set his sights on humans and planned to integrate his own forces, but was betrayed by the Chosen Fang. In the end, he lost everything and could only be furious.

Logically, this bastard should have gone back to the wilderness, but he actually ran back to Volsini and found Zhuang Ning.

Now when Zhuang Ning met him, he had to beat him up first to teach him a lesson.

But Zhuang Ning had to admit that he was indeed attracted by Zaro's words at this time: "Memory?"

Memory has always been his weakness. He only retains some fragments from before the time travel, and most of the rest are hazy in the clouds.

Even now, there were only two ways in his mind that had obtained some tiny fragments.

One time, he awakened a lot of memories about Prisseth from the evil demon king.

Another time was when I conquered Sui, and dug up a lot of memories from him.

Overall, it is still too scattered and unsystematic, but those fragmented memories are undoubtedly part of Zhuang Ning's personality.

And this wolf lord’s mother said…she had?

Zhuang Ning's eyes turned suspicious as he saw Zaro slowly stand up, his scarlet eyes blinking.

A huge darkness came from under his feet. Zhuang Ning was slightly stunned, and some fragments emerged in his eyes.

……

……

"I call this thing Originium, Doctor." Precious smiled and fiddled with the ink-black, sharp-edged stone in his hand.

"You mean I have a new mission?" Zhuang Ning said bitterly, "Although I said I am a brick of my organization and I can be moved wherever I am needed, but can you please stop exploiting me? This is not a place where people don't behave like humans, right?"

"Ok?"

"This is not important." Zhuang Ning held his forehead with his hand. "So, what is this new thing?"

Precious stretched out his hand, using the stone as a medium, causing ripples to appear in the space.

Zhuang Ning saw an incredible scene—Princess waved her hand lightly, and the water glass on the table fell into her hand.

"What kind of method is this? Telekinesis?" Zhuang Ning's eyes narrowed slightly and he became interested.

Based on his knowledge, he was certain that it was not a superpower in the conventional sense.

He had never seen such technology that could influence and change the world purely from the perspective of consciousness.

"It's not as easy as you think, and this usage is insignificant... You can even think of it as a waste of God's gift."

Precious said softly, stroking Zhuang Ning's hand again and closing his eyes: "I can feel your mood, Doctor, you have been tired recently, do you want me to take a leave and go to the Tower of Saturn II to take a look?"

"You can sense my emotions through this thing?" Zhuang Ning was really surprised this time.

In his opinion, neither telekinesis nor mind reading can be considered a major technology, especially the latter, which interferes with the cerebral cortex and reads the surface consciousness, which is easy for humans today.

However, interfering with the physics of reality with consciousness alone without using any equipment is simply -

"It's like a spell, right?" Precious said softly, "But this is not the limit, Doctor. The energy of Originium itself is even more amazing."

"Energy? Is that why you call it Originium?"

There was a hint of darkness in Precious's smile: "No."

"It's called Originium not because of its energy source, even though this substance is truly amazing."

"Whether it is used in energy or magic, it is not the root of this substance."

"The reason why it's called Originium is because of its source."

"Source? Source God, activate."

"You are playing with something that others cannot understand again." Precious stroked his forehead with his hand, "Source is the source of the source. If you are familiar with mysticism, you can think of this source as the source of essence."

"Essence?"

Zhuang Ning was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was something from some online articles.

For example, the mysterious ruler of the gray fog, the master of the bathroom of the yellow and black king who controls good luck.

Then he secretly blamed himself for letting his consciousness fly again.

Although mysticism sounds like it has nothing to do with science, the concepts can still be borrowed and used.

Like source matter, this thing, in layman's terms, should be the source of the universe's gameplay, such as Tathagata -

Zhuang Ning hurriedly interrupted his increasingly distracted thoughts.

Precious was even more helpless: "Why are you laughing again?"

"I didn't laugh. I've received professional training. No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh." Zhuang Ning coughed, "Unless I can't help it."

“I don’t know the funny part.”

"At this point you should say I was laughing all the time and never stopped."

"Um...you mean the movie? Watching a movie is a good thing. Ah...you've led me astray again." Precious was really a little angry now. "Listen to me carefully, Doctor. This thing is really important!"