Junka thought about what it would be like to die a person.

According to the legend of the Inhumans, after death, the soul will merge into the spirit of the ancestors, become a part of the ancestors, and protect the people forever and forever.

But he had also heard the legend of the human side, they said that after death, the soul will be recovered by the Dead Lord and become the cornerstone of the other party's construction of the underworld, eternal life and eternal sinking to hell, and only faith in other gods can be saved—most of the statements are quite consistent, except that there will be disagreements on what god to believe, and it depends on which church you are asking.

However, after the death of the god of the game, it seems that this is not the case.

He felt as if he was floating in a dark ocean, unable to see anything, feeling nothing, empty but tangible, unable to breathe but not suffocating.

Vaguely, he could still feel that something seemed to be in the distance, and if he tried to feel it with his own consciousness, he could get vague feedback called the 'Player Forum'.

But before Junka could figure out what was going on—after all, the dead don't have brains—he felt his body (or rather exist?) It was suddenly pulled by an invisible silk thread and pulled towards the surface of this dark sea.

It's hard to describe, but it's clear, it's not an illusion: he's breaking free from death with the help of an unknown power!

In the next moment, as if he had really poked his head out of the dark sea, the senses that had been lost returned to his body, and the fresh air and warm sunlight even made Junka feel like crying.

A vague figure appeared in front of him.

Junka, who knew little about human religion, subconsciously thought that it was the monks and priests in white robes who always talked about it, saying that they were 'angels' serving the gods, and that he had already arrived in the kingdom of God.

In his hazy but reverent gaze, the 'angel' spoke.

"Mom, why did you get a rabbit head?"

Immediately after that, other voices were heard from the side.

"Where? Where is the baldness? ”

"There is a dress up system, and there are still people who continue to be bald these years? Wouldn't it, wouldn't it? ”

"I don't think the green turtle (harmony) headgear that's been trending lately is much better than being bald."

"Talking about turtles don't talk about heads, but still good friends."

This kingdom of God is a little noisy.

After a while, the trance gradually faded, and the scene in front of me became real.

Originally, Junka felt that he might not have arrived in the Kingdom of God because of the noise around him, after all, such an 'angel' of Zuan would indeed make people feel wrong, but after seeing the scene in front of him, he doubted his judgment a little.

The Changer tribe itself is a relatively down-and-out tribal dwelling, almost every household is just thatched houses, and when the sea breeze blows on the shore of the dark tide, the whole tribe has to hide in the hole in the ground, and be prepared to rebuild the thatched house the next day.

Even if the Long-eared people haven't moved out of the Fairling Plains and are down to the point where they are now, their houses are only made of wood and clay-like materials, which are full of the characteristic buildings of the Western Continent Inhuman Race at best, and pure natural primitive mud houses at worst.

In addition, because of the severance of civilization caused by the divine war, it is difficult for the two continents to communicate with each other, which naturally leads to a gap in the recovery speed of human civilization on both sides.

The Eastern Continent is barely passable, at least there are already a lot of magnificent cities, but the Western Continent is different, due to the strength of the Inhumans and the blooming everywhere, squeezing out a lot of human living space, coupled with the small scale but particularly frequent chaotic wars for many years, the scale of the towns in the Western Continent is generally one size smaller than that of the Eastern Continent, and the level of civilization is also much behind.

Junka has been to several human towns around the Fairling Plain, but most of them are full of dirty and messy feeling, and the building materials are mostly limestone and mudstone powder, and the overall visual impression is quite gray.

However, the town in front of him at this time was completely different, whether it was compared to the land of the Chang'er clan or the human town of the Western Continent, it was much more beautiful and gorgeous. Reading the book

In Junka's thoughts, if there really is a kingdom of God in the world, it must be like this-

The smooth and red-brick street floor is clean and tidy, not to mention garbage, not even the dust is not very visible; The streets are lined with rococo buildings of all sorts of beautiful and elaborate colors, while the edges of the streets (which are actually sidewalks, but Junka doesn't understand this) are dotted with wonderful but elaborate metal ornaments (fire hydrants), lampposts that are straighter and taller than trees, and facilities such as benches; Although the people on the street were in a hurry, there was no gloom and sorrow on their faces, only happiness and vitality.

Junka then found himself standing beneath a suspended diamond-shaped sculpture: this thing also had a piece in the Long-Eared Clan, made by the players, but compared to the one in the Long-Eared Clan, which was so abrupt as it stood out from the surrounding buildings, it seemed to be a perfect match for the towering part of the street.

What a wonderful and incredible place it is!

Junka dared to bet on his proud long ears that even the streets of Vannador, known as the 'country within a country' in the Western Continent, could not compare to this place!

On this street, even the plants and flowers planted randomly on both sides of the road are so unique, the towering and tall stalks that are more than two meters high, the emerald green leaves that are larger than the sea bowl oysters, the delicate and beautiful purple flowers with rare spots, and the sharp teeth hidden under the blooming petals.

Wait a minute.

Tooth?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" ← the roar of the flowers.

"Ahh ← screams.

"It's a long life! Monsieur Mane is going to be eaten again! ”

"Who planted this (a plant)? Isn't it forbidden to plant aggressive magic plants in small towns? ”

"It's so inhuman!"

"Stop playing with memes, if you play Mr. Magna again, you're going to be gone!"

"Gan, this flower is so strong, I can't beat it, go and ask for a pea shooter!"

"The pea shooter has already been shoveled, can the first-line players do it?"

"Most of the first-line players have gone out to run missions, who else is in the town?"

[Player Manny Wilf is dead, and it was the Cannibal Flower (tentative name) that killed him.] 】

"Alright, everyone is scattered, remember to inform Mr. Angela and ask him to send someone to remove the flower."

So the people who watched the excitement gradually dispersed, as if nothing had happened, and continued to do their work.

Only Junka, who witnessed this situation for the first time, was at a loss.

Ah......h It doesn't seem like the kingdom of God I imagined?

Suddenly, a voice that was slightly familiar to him came from the side.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Junka? How did you end up here? ”

Rong Ka was thrilled for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, followed the reputation, and found that the person who spoke was really someone he had a few faces.

Joey Ampite - The man who always followed Mane Eye Greypaw.