It's so uncomfortable......

Where am I......

Who am I......

"Haha, wake up!haha!wake up!Father forbid, God bless!!He's awake!haha!He's awake!!He's awake!

Someone is talking outside, who is it?

He unconsciously flicked his fingers, then slowly opened his eyes, and saw an old man standing not far away, with a terrifying old face.

Scattered, gray hair, unkempt beard, furrowed wrinkles on his face, and stinky age spots covered his face at a glance.

He wore a stained gray robe, and wore a crimson round seal engraved with chains and buds around his waist.

At the same time, the frenzy in his cloudy eyes made him look like a demon who had finally crawled from the abyss to the earth.

"Ron, are you awake?" the old man walked up to him tremblingly, his hands trembling and raised, his tone very low, but that didn't hide the ecstasy in his heart.

He said, "Oh Ron, damn it, you're awake! Do you know what that means, it means you're God's chosen son, and you're going to be the best of all my life!"

Ron?

He vaguely heard only one word.

Am I Ron?

No, my name is Zhao Zhi, and Ron is not my name.

The thought suddenly crossed his mind.

He was just a small graduate student studying Chinese and foreign mythology, and during an archaeological event, the crypt collapsed, and he and many others who shared his beliefs were crushed in the endless darkness, until he finally couldn't open his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself known as Ron.

Strange and familiar language, strange and familiar names, strange and familiar memories.

His mind finally came to his senses at this moment, and he subconsciously looked around and found himself in a large glass jar, which was filled with a pale blue solution.

All around, there was the roar of a dilapidated steam engine spewing white gas, a mess of brass pipes, an old, dim oil lamp, and a man hooked out of his throat by chains.

It was a portrait of a naked man hanging his head weakly, but firmly pointing his finger to the sky.

That's God!

The word came to his mind.

"I succeeded! I finally succeeded!" the old man said to himself, "Twins, Twins! It took me all my life to understand what Twins are!"

Saying that, the old man turned his head to look at him, looking at his naked body like a peerless treasure, "Finally, this day has come, my knowledge will be integrated with your youth, and after that, the whole huge world will be in your hands and mine." ”

"No, why should I say you and me, it should be me!" he asked himself, then quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, I can't be too selfish. We will be one, so it is not impossible to share a glimmer of glory for you. But only a little, not too much. ”

What did he want to do? Zhao Zhi looked at him vigilantly.

At this time, a memory appeared in Zhao Zhi's mind.

A young man with black hair walks into the tavern and meets an old man. The old man was generous, and he had the idea of robbery. So he followed the old man all the way to the alley and was about to make a move, but found himself knocked down by the old man in front of him, who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, with a cane.

But instead of continuing to do it, the old man helped him up and gave him a chance to earn money - to participate in an experiment.

The young man agreed, and they came together, and then the old man stripped the young man naked, made a cut in his back with his knife, and put a stone-like object into his wound, and finally put him in the glass container.

The young man went mad, the young man died.

Then the young man opened his eyes and saw the scene.

What kind of experiment is this? Zhao Zhi couldn't help but think about it, but he didn't have a clue.

Despite this, the old man's almost hideous expression made him feel that something was wrong.

That doesn't seem like a good thing to him.

At this moment, the old man picked up a black silver hook from the table and slowly walked towards him.

"Don't worry, little Ron, it's just a little pain. He whispered, "It must be nothing for mortals to live in the world, but it is nothing, is it, but after this, you will touch the power of the true God, transcend, and ascend!"

Zhao Zhi struggled to move his body, but found that he was bound by several chains. And in the midst of this viscous blue solution, he couldn't exert his strength or shout.

No, it can't end like that!

Zhao Zhi's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear and anger.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left eye, and the red blood quickly stained his vision.

And a line of words appeared in front of his eyes.

Name: August Ron (Zhao Zhi)

Age: Seventeen

Condition: Weak

Road: None

Occupation: None

Ability: Sequence Sixty-Nine, Outer Body (Unpurified Filthy Demon Talisman)"

What is this, is my message?

Zhao Zhi subconsciously looked at the old man, and a line of words quickly appeared in front of his eyes.

Name: West Bigmund

Age: Ninety-nine

Condition: Old and frail

Path: Skywalker

Profession: Pharmacy Specialist

Abilities: Sequence 300, Sharp Claw Fangs, Sequence 232, Black Wing, Sequence 1003, Soul Tentacles. ”

It turns out that this old man's name is West Bigmund, but what is the path and abilities behind him?

The appearance of these words ignited a fire of hope in Zhao Zhi's heart, but after that, he fell back into despair.

What is the use of this information?

The old man of the famous West Bigmund had slowly walked in, holding his long hook high, and the obsession and fanaticism in his eyes had already been revealed!

What to do?

Zhao Zhi's gaze stayed on the portrait of the throat hooker, and with a flash of inspiration, he looked up at the dawn like an abyss.

With a loud bang, the glass shattered violently under the impact of the metal hook!

The glass shards and the blue solution are flying together wantonly, reflecting colorful colors in the dim light, like ice crystals in the sky, and like water and rain retrograde, absolutely beautiful!

"God, God, I'm coming!"

Ignoring the glass shards on his body, West raised his long hook high again, and aimed at Zhao Zhi's throat at the edge!

Zhao Zhi's pupils shrank sharply, and the red blood stains "ticked" down his left eye and hit the ground.

"West Bigmond, lowly mortal, do you dare to be disrespectful to God?"

The chain hook was only a finger away from Zhao Zhi's throat, and Zhao Zhi could clearly feel its sharp edge, but it stopped.

West's face turned pale, and he took a few steps back, "Why do you know my real name? There is no second person in this world who knows this name! Who are you? Who are you?"

How to answer?

Zhao Zhi tried his best to keep his face calm, he lowered his head, and slowly raised the index finger of his right hand, pointing to the sky.

"Do you dare to be disrespectful to God?"

"It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!" West weakly dropped the long hook in his hand, trembling his lips, and muttered to himself: "My experiment shouldn't fail, my experiment shouldn't be abnormal! Why do you know my name? You say it's your god? No, you don't ......"

He was only halfway through his words when West suddenly closed his mouth. Then, he jerked his head up, and the despair on his face dissipated, replaced by a more distorted, crazy expression.

"Yes, that's right, that's right!" he reveled like a real devil in hell, "I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong! Twins, twins with God! The power of God! I see, I see! Yes, you should have known my name, because God knows all, God is all-powerful!"

After speaking, unwillingness and anger appeared on his face, "But, but you lowly ant, why can you take away the fruit that belongs to me? The power of the gods belongs to me! I should soar!"

As soon as the words fell, his left hand suddenly turned into a beast-like claw, and then he rushed towards Zhao Zhi and slashed his claws into Zhao Zhi's back.

Pain!

The excruciating pain made him scream.

Damn, he got away with it!

West pulled out a blood-red rune stone with flesh and blood from Zhao Zhi's back, he held it high, and laughed hoarsely: "Twins! God's power! I want to soar!"

As he spoke, he swallowed it into his abdomen, and a huge force poured out of his abdomen, and his rotten body was hit by this force, and black blood oozed from his body.

He first looked at pleasure, then soon he frowned, and then his eyes widened and he screamed in despair.

"No! No! No! It's not a twin! It's not! You cheated on me!"

It was as if a wild beast was breaking through in his body, twisting in an extremely strange way. His body was torn in half by an unknown force, and his flesh and blood were like wriggling earthworms, turning into two Wests.

Immediately after, the two Wests grew fangs, claws, and a pair of black wings emerged from their backs, and countless gray-white tentacles emerged from his body, frantically flapping everything around him.

He turned into a monster, two monsters!

Sequence 300: Sharp claw fangs.

Sequence Two Hundred and Thirty-Two: Black Wing.

Sequence One Hundred and Three: Soul Tentacles.

Sequence Sixty-Nine: Outside the body.

Then there was a loud bang, and the two monstrous monsters exploded like fireworks.

Black blood and foul flesh poured down like snowflakes from the sky.

In the midst of the chaos, only the portrait and the seal remained intact.

The portrait hangs on the wall, and the seal lies among the bloodstains.

He died, and there was only one Ron in the world who knew his name.