Gyeongnam Provincial Branch of the Special Operations Division of the National Security Agency

It was a 60-square-meter conference room, with no lights on, and a group of uniformed people staring at the projection screen in front of them in a black environment. In the screen are two stickmen, eight chains stretch out from the back of the black stickman and entangle with the fire snake that the red matchman hair turns into, the red stickman spits out 7 eggs from his mouth, and the eggs hatch 7 imps, but the imps turn around and kill the red villain. A group of people sitting in a precarious position look at this animation similar to children's graffiti with serious faces, and the picture is extremely discordant.

At the end of the animation, the lights are turned on, and the eyes of the people in the conference room are turned away from the frame and to the man sitting at the top of the long table. The man looked like he was in his forties, with gray hair and an angular face that had left a little bit of wind and frost on his face, but his eyes shone sharply.

The man stood up and spoke, "You've seen the on-site restoration done by the tracer. The red villain is a C-level dangerous Cangyan Ghost Mother, with a long-range attack ability Cangyan Ghost Fire, control ability Fire Snake Hair, and the ability to summon seven Molten Inferior Demons, Cangyan Ghost Mother's own physical strength is extremely poor, which is E-level, and those Molten Inferior Demons are C-level. The final result was that the seven-headed Molten Inferior Demon rebelled and joined forces to kill the Cangyan Ghost Mother. The killer, Chen Xi, 17 years old, was a native of Yining City, Gyeongnam Province, and a third-year high school student at Yining City No. 1 Middle School. His parents and other three generations of blood relatives are all ordinary people, and they have an ordinary upbringing, and it is preliminarily confirmed that he awakened the divine blood in the duel with the ghost mother, and the senators have recognized him as a descendant of the god of the netherworld."

The once peaceful conference room suddenly became noisy, like throwing a pebble into the calm surface of a lake.

"How is this possible? I've never heard of a descendant of the Nether God. ”

"From the known records of human history, there are no descendants of the Nether God. According to the stone tablet of Ewengen, at the end of the First Age, on the day of Ragnarok, the gates of the underworld opened, endless evil spirits poured into the world of the living, and the waters of the River Styx poured into the earth. The god of the underworld descended on a ship made of bones and dead mannails, a ship with human skin as a sail. The war between the gods and the gods of the underworld split the originally one-piece earth into continents, the gods fell, and the First Age ended. The Netherworld God and the gods are mortal enemies, and the people who inherited the bloodline of the Netherworld God in history are all dangerous species, and the existence of this young man is an extremely unstable factor. In view of this, I propose that they be executed," said the man with gold-rimmed glasses, standing up.

"Consent"

"The doctor is right, how can a guy of this bloodline be a godborn, it should be a dangerous species. Even the Divine Descendant, with his hostile relationship with the blood of the gods, is no different from the dangerous species. This kind of monster should not exist in this world."

Most people began to echo the opinion of the man known as the doctor, and the doctor just sat down, the expression on his face not changing in the slightest from the approving reactions of those around him.

"No, this young man, as a godborn, has not harmed anyone, nor has he violated the Divine Blood Convention, just some possible conjectures to deprive him of his life, this is not in accordance with the rules and is not fair" A young girl stood up, her tone excited and down.

Fairness? There is so much fairness in the world. Some of them had a little contempt in their eyes, they thought the girl's childish words made them feel funny, and of course, no one really laughed out loud, after all, this naïve intern lady was the daughter of the minister.

There was a cheerful text message ringtone, and the minister picked up his mobile phone and glanced at it, and said, "Okay, I received the news just now that the decision of the Senate is to assess Chen Xi's bloodline as S-level, admit him to Zgrad Academy, and dismiss the meeting." ”

Now that the Senate has already made a decision, even if you are surprised to hear the news of the S-class bloodline, no one will have any objections. The Senate is an organization composed of thirty-two wise men and seven sages among the gods, as well as a mysterious golden gnome who has lived for an unknown number of years, representing the supreme power of the godborn world. Each resolution of the Senate requires the consent of at least one sage and more than half of the wise men present at the meeting to carry it out. The Seven Great Sages are the seven strongest of the Divine Descent, and they are all S-rank. Bloodlines above the A level are very rare, and if there is no accident, every Divine Descendant of the A and S Rank bloodlines will grow into a strong one.

In front of Chen Xi's eyes was an endless black land, the sky was purple, and two rounds of blood-colored crescents were hanging. In this vast space, endless evil spirits roar, trolls flowing lava, green-faced fangs fanning winged demons, monsters with countless eyes......

The monsters had cruelty, irritability, and reverence in their eyes, as if he were the king of the monsters.

When he woke up from the dream, his head still hurt a little, he had been having this dream for the past few years, and it became clearer and clearer, although he knew that it was a dream, but he couldn't get up. Chen Xi opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a ward, which looked like an ordinary hospital ward, but it was a single room. A gentle man sat next to him, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, and he had a life-saving temperament. Even if he didn't wear a lab coat, no one would suspect that he was a doctor. With a calm and smiling face, he didn't know how long he had been sitting in this place, but Chen Xi didn't see even the slightest impatience in his eyes.

"Are you awake?" the man's voice was gentle

"Sorry, I don't know how long I slept"

"Three days"

Then there was a silence.

"Let me introduce myself first, Du Moyi, currently your attending doctor, I know you have a lot of questions, I will answer the first question first, everything you experienced three days ago is true" Du Moyi opened his mouth to break the silence.

Hearing this, Chen Xi was excited at first, and then lowered his voice: "How is Zhuo Jun?"

"She should have died, but a force locked her life and restrained the loss of her life. Although the chances are slim, there is a way to bring her back to life. ”

"What's that method" Chen Xi sat up and grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands. Because of excessive force, the blood vessels in the hands bulge.

"Of course, this method is simply out of your reach. But I can give you a chance, a possibility. If you agree, sign your name here," Du Moyi finished and took out a piece of paper from his bag. The paper was made of hard material, framed with a gorgeous pattern of gold and black lines, and in the middle of it were gilded with lines of characters that he could not read. On the back is a purple hanging wood pattern.

"She's innocent, right?" Chen Xi took the pen after speaking, signed his name on the paper, and the moment he stopped writing, he heard someone singing, and the sound seemed to travel from the primeval time, cutting through the endless time. He saw the ancient gods, fire, thunder and lightning, the flowing wind, the churning sea, and the seeds sprouting into towering trees.

We have the blood of the gods in our veins

Do not stretch out a butcher's knife to the innocent

Don't compromise on the darkness

......

Du Moyi stretched out his hand to Chen Xi: "Welcome to the real world"

Chen Xi shook the hand. He knew that from this day on, his life would be different. For the past seventeen years, he has been mediocre, has liked girls, and is too timid to confess. Ordinary life is like a pool of stagnant water, occasionally a breeze blows, and it is only a little ripple. Françoise Sagan said: All wanderers dream of peace, childhood, azaleas, just like all peaceful life fantasies vodka, bands, drunken dreams and death.

He also had the dream of fresh clothes and horses, and the end of the world. But the reality made him understand that his future life would probably be like this: one day, he would marry a girl with an ordinary face, worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and quarrel over trivial things. Squeeze the bus to work every morning, like thousands of men living in the city. However, this thread of fate is twisted and turned into the unknown distance, maybe he will die on the streets, but it is also possible that he will become a hero.