Looking at the dice flying out, Mark suddenly understood:

This is his choice.

No matter what the world, he was just a young man in his twenties, and it was precisely because he felt that he had just entered a state of great infinity and infinite possibilities.

How could he suddenly jump out of a noble daughter and shout at him "First sight, cute, single push" and he stupidly became someone's husband, and then married and taught children for the rest of his life?

Before the crossing, he was fortunate enough to grow up in a peaceful country.

At this point, he understood that the power of mortals was nothing but vanity.

Even a fighting priest of a church can take someone to raid an earl's house without approval, so what if he marries a princess?

In case you run into a female Tyrannosaurus rex, give him a "first sight, cute, single kill" package, then there is no place to cry.

doesn't like to put his fate in the hands of others, which dooms him to be a good baby and accept the kindness of 'grandpa' in its entirety.

Although it didn't take long for him to cross over, he had already realized that this damn world belonged to the deep class solidification. Ordinary people can hardly find an upward path, all kinds of [weird] and cultists are ready to move, and when the force of the old order cannot suppress the opposing forces, it is the day of great chaos.

"Huh! Either I'm beaten up by the world to the point that I lose all hope, or ...... Let me change the world. By the end, Mark was as eloquent as ever.

Not surprisingly, Mark saw the end result of the throw.

【20】！

It seems that this magic dice never intended to give him the option in the middle. Either mediocre to death, or set off a storm of fate.

That's right, luck is conserved.

Since someone has pulled out a miracle alone, there are at least 99 kryptonite shipwrecks behind them haha.

Someone has to be this miracle anyway, why can't this chosen one be me?

With a smile on his lips, Mark slowly reached over and picked up the dice.

【You...... Do you believe that there is a God in this world? The dice asked suddenly.

"Faith! I don't believe it either! ”

What is faith? 】

"When a person is unable to get out of a desperate situation by all the means of the world, whoever pulls the hand believes that he is God."

What is unbelief? 】

"When the so-called gods do nothing and push mortals to a corner, then they are only the most powerful transcendents. When the world doesn't need them, then change them. ”

Mark said so lightly, as if he was sitting on the main seat of KTV, waving his big hand to "change a batch".

This is the true God who has appeared in this world!

The dice should be penetrating his mind to verify whether he is lying.

But this is the descendants of Yan and Huang.

In the hearts of the Celestial Empire, the tool attribute of God is very strong. The third prince of the Dragon King harmed the world, and Nezha skinned and dismantled his bones.

The descendants of Yan and Huang can fear the gods, and when necessary, they will not be soft when they slaughter gods and demons.

This is the descendants of Yan and Huang - backbone!

The dice shook violently, and Mark felt that the biggest [anomaly] he had ever touched must be laughing.

In the next second, the dice suddenly became extremely hot, and instead of being burned, Mark saw a psychedelic distortion similar to that of high-temperature steam on the edge of his vision.

He knew he should accept this force, but his body's instinct refused to accept it.

It's too late.

Thousands of voices rushed into his ear drums in an instant, and the noise of the aunts in the ten vegetable markets was stacked together, nothing more than this.

He tried his best to cover his ears, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He even felt that he would be the first traverser to be killed by the noise.

He figured that this was the result of his challenge to the realm of the gods in his mortal form.

obviously couldn't see it, but the extreme noise had already given him the illusion that his facial features had already shrunk into a ball, and his head might explode at any time.

This may be the legendary ...... Die!

Just when he couldn't stand it, his brain made the most natural response for him - the human nerves can make their own shielding effect, deliberately ignoring a certain sound, which makes it the body's protective function.

Mark activated the 'blocking' and 'blocking' functions, and without saying a word, he first blocked out the noisiest sounds.

Immediately afterward, he felt his soul being pumped into outer space.

An ethereal feeling of weightlessness came from all over the body.

Behind it is the Blue Star where the Wright Empire is located.

In front of me, there are thousands of stars as bright as the sun.

Without the barrier of the atmosphere, he would not be able to even look at the stars very simply.

What to do?

He pondered, fantasizing that he had a spacesuit-like layer of protection, and then put on a pair of sunglasses for his soul eye, completely ignoring the brightest starlight in his soul vision.

"Whew!" Mark gasped for air.

In the spirit world, he doesn't need to breathe, it's more of an instinct and habit.

After finally getting used to his surroundings, he was surprised to find that this was not the starry sky of this world.

He didn't see any of the twelve bright moons in the sky.

Those beings who seem to be stars are souls that exude magnificent brilliance.

They flickered and flickered, and the light kept repeating itself and retracting.

Mark looked into the distance and saw that the far end was all hidden in a fog of shadows. He realized that it was a soul that was too far away, far beyond the limits of what he could interfere with.

After masking the noise, the surroundings became very quiet, and in this ethereal atmosphere, Mark tried to touch a faint gray 'star'.

As soon as his consciousness made a gesture similar to 'grasping', he immediately heard the other party's voice.

It was a male voice full of unwillingness in poignant: "Mary! Mary is still waiting for me, how can I die here! No! Night Goddess, help me, help me—"

Mark felt his pupils shrink suddenly.

This is a poor man.

But the believer of the goddess of the night is not yet his turn to save the little intruder.

He withdrew his illusory hand of consciousness and watched in silence as the gray soul star was completely annihilated.

Mark had an understanding: it is difficult for a person to make a decision to put his life on the line when he has three meals and no worries. No matter how good the quality of this kind of person is, if he wants to become a believer of a certain sect, he will only be a shallow believer. Any accident can shake his faith.

What Mark is doing now is undoubtedly changing the existing order of the world and digging into the corners of various churches. Churches may not like each other on weekdays, and they can do everything from stumbling to waging divine wars. Only when it comes to stopping the rise of the new forces will they be surprisingly unanimous in their efforts to suppress the newcomers.

Mark understands that he has to be careful.

Since the situation had not changed, he calmed down and began to observe carefully.

He first judged that souls that were higher than the level he was in in the horizon were often dozens of times larger than him. If he pulled it over, it felt like he was dragging the moon down from the sky and sticking it on his face.

It's stupid.

The fate individuals he can interfere with are probably only those who are like him and belong to ordinary people.

He also ignored the soul stars that were too dimly lit.

After two rounds of primaries, he still has as many souls as stars in the sky.

So the question is, everyone's needs are very different, how can he ensure that he, the boss, can just meet the other party's prayers?

Suddenly, he noticed three small dots of light floating in front of him.

Unlike other soul stars whose light swayed non-stop, and even their positions would change quietly, the three points of light in front of him were very stable, like the satellites of his main star.

When he couldn't help but sink his mind and observe further, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

This turned out to be a giveaway from Garion!

[Jealousy] steals the fate of the victim, and this is the extraordinary power that the three rising stars of the Church wield.

Storm, wealth, Bacchus, these three powers, Mark is not very welcome. Most of the Storm Lord's power is at sea, and the limitations are too great. Wealth and Bacchus are neutral life forces that can be used as auxiliaries, and are definitely not suitable for being core forces.

With the idea in mind, Mark began to carefully observe the glow of those bright novas and listen to their souls cry.

Finally, he locked on three targets.

"Just let me see what these blind boxes can do."