Late, at the end of the day's work, Brian locked the door of the company and couldn't help but sigh.

The supervisor and other colleagues left early, leaving him with all the mess, and he barely finished his entire job at 11 p.m.

"Something that can be solved with a few clicks...... Brian complained verbally as he took out his phone and called a taxi.

The company did not give him a place to live, and the single room he rented himself was about 7 kilometers away from the company.

If you don't take a taxi, whether it's walking or cycling, it takes a lot of time and energy.

Seeing the prompt on the phone screen that the driver had taken the order, Brian looked down, looked at the fare, and sighed again.

“19.3。”

His salary during the first month of internship was 3,500, the rent was 600, the water and electricity were small, only about 50, and the property fee was 70.

I get up early in the morning, and it is about 4 yuan to ride a bicycle to the company, and it is 120 yuan a month.

When I got off work, I was very late, I had no energy, so I chose to take a taxi, which was calculated at 19 yuan a day, and it was 570 a month.

These necessary expenses add up to a total of 1,290, rounded up to 1,300, and a salary of 3,500 is only 2,200, not counting the cost of breakfast and dinner.

Yes, Brian's company only cares about lunch, and it's still the kind of box lunch that is cheap and doesn't have any meat dishes.

"I'm also a 211 graduate, how can I get mixed up like this!"

Brian shouted at the sky, incompetent rage, venting his emotions.

At this time, a white Audi stopped not far from him, and the driver's seat pulled down the window, poking out a face that had been ravaged by time.

"Young man, are you 7455?"

"Huh? Oh, it's me. Hearing the inquiry, Brian was stunned for a moment, then reacted, nodded hurriedly, and trotted forward.

7455 is the tail number of his phone.

Brian got into a taxi, and the middle-aged driver reminded him to "fasten his seatbelt" and stepped on the accelerator and drove towards his destination.

Suddenly, the middle-aged driver chuckled, still looking ahead, and asked:

"Young man, you just came out of work and have you been wronged?"

Brian leaned against the back window, propped his head on one hand, nodded boredly, and gave a soft "um".

In this era, many drivers have the habit of chatting with customers. Brian didn't mind this, but he wasn't interested either, and more often than not, he was casually and perfunctory.

The middle-aged driver didn't seem to notice Brian's abnormality, and continued to say to himself:

"I heard the young man say that you are 211, uncle, let me tell you, don't care about those, now college students are running all over the place, 211,985 is also countless, and there is no competitiveness at all......"

The driver provoked the conversation, and did not mean to stop at all. Brian had no choice but to listen with his left ear and out with his right ear, adding a little less pressure to himself.

His cheek was pressed against the glass window, his eyes were looking at the night sky, and today's stars seemed to be shining brightly for some reason.

Before I knew it, the driver slowly stopped the car, and the destination of this trip arrived.

Seeing this, Brian hurriedly opened the car door, left the driver, and entered Room 601, Unit 2, Building 4, in the community.

Turning on the electric lights in the hall, a poorly furnished, aging furniture, and seemingly clean room came into view.

Back at home, Brian instinctively felt relaxed, and then boiled a pot of boiling water in the water heater, ready to wait for instant noodles to eat as today's dinner.

Taking advantage of this time, he stepped into the bedroom, lay straight on the bed, and squinted for a moment......

In his sleep, Brian's ears moved slightly, and he heard some strange sounds.

The sound was layered on top of each other, and the content could not be heard clearly, as if it came from the distant heavenly dome, and it seemed as if it was constantly echoing in the ears.

Brian felt noisy and tried to get out of bed, but found that he couldn't open his eyes anyway.

His body struggled constantly, and quickly calmed down due to the loss of strength.

Then Brian felt light, and he saw his back lying on the bed.

"It's ......"

Brian was dazed, looking left and right to observe the situation, and found that he was actually floating in the air, and was still slowly rising.

It wasn't long before he flew out of his bedroom to the seventh floor, where he saw a young woman in pink pajamas lying on her side watching a play.

The man didn't seem to notice the movement around him, and Brian looked even more confused and confused.

When he flew to the eighth floor, he had a guess about it.

"Did I die young because I was so tired?"

"Now it's an out-of-body and ascended to heaven?"

Regardless of the facts, Brian couldn't think of any way to change the status quo, so he had to go with the flow and see the move.

Slowly, he rose faster and faster, and in a few clicks, he flew out of the entire residential building and came to the empty half.

Brian didn't feel scared, he reacted strangely to himself, he was originally afraid of heights, but now he is acting unusually calm, I don't know why.

Brian didn't think much about it, he chose to put it on the, and quietly watched the traffic and lights below.

"These good things have nothing to do with me from now on......"

"What a hate!"

With words full of anger spitting out, Brian no longer has any regrets and accepts his fate.

After all, his parents and family left early, and there is nothing to be too nostalgic for.

The familiar world below was becoming more and more blurred, and Brian had reached the sky dome by this time, and saw the clouds in the dark night.

He reached out and touched, and the clouds dispersed, but he didn't feel anything, it looked like people were avoiding him.

In the next second, Brian's body shook, as if he had traveled through time and space and reached the starry sky.

Brian saw a variety of lights flickering all around him, and those rays seemed to be near and far, sometimes bright, sometimes gray, beating as vigorously as a heart.

Immediately afterward, he saw an even more shocking scene.

Far below him, there was a large orb of light blue, which was familiar to him.

And on the side of the hometown, there is a thing that is made up of several discs overlapping up and down.

There were layers of things, each with a different color. But the more Brian looked up, the more difficult it became.

Not only is his picture blurry, but there is also a feeling that he is about to suffocate to death.

Before Brian could take a closer look, a huge suction force came from his back, taking him further away.

In the process, Brian's eyes were closed and he couldn't open them, and his whole body was even more numb to the point of being unconscious......

When Brian opened his eyes, he found himself in an eerie space, sitting in a stone high-backed chair.

He looked down and saw that the stone chair was clean and dust-free, and the armrests were carved with strange but beautiful mysterious patterns.

Brian didn't give his own assessment, and he had nothing to say about what he had experienced in this short period of time.

Suddenly, without warning, a rich black color appeared in front of his eyes.

The black color scatters and distorts, gradually forming a string of fonts.

"Great Master, your loyal and humble servant Halliwell, congratulations on your return!"

"Great master......" Brian was silent, repeating the content of the font in his mind, his brow furrowed, and he reached out to touch the font, but his palm went straight through.

This word...... It seems to be on my eyes......

Brian's mind raced and he was caught in a brainstorming session to analyze the current situation.

Based on what happened before and how I am, I don't think I'm dead, it's more like I've encountered some kind of supernatural special event.

The words in front of me say that I am its owner, but I am obviously not, so how do I answer it?

Do you tell the truth, or do you pretend to be cold, keep silent, make the posture of a superior, and then grope for the real situation little by little?

Either way, there seems to be a risk......

I hope this word is a good "person".

Brian hesitated, worried about his situation.

And the black font has not been answered for too long, and once again it twists and stretches and becomes a new font.

"Great master, don't you remember me? I am your most loyal and humble servant, O Hallivel. ”

Inexplicably, Brian felt a sense of loss and sadness from the font.

He wasn't surprised by this, he had already experienced so many absurd and strange things, and this situation was nothing at all.

Instead, he carefully dismantled the meaning of the font and got an important message out of it.

That is, oneself, or the great being in the mouth of the font, forgetting that the other party is not a problem, and there will be no unimaginable retaliation and harm.

Realizing this, Brian nodded pretentiously and made a soft "um" sound.

A few seconds passed. The font did not reply.

Brian grew nervous, fearing that his true identity would be revealed.

At the same time, he thought about it carefully, and felt that the relationship between the font and the so-called great existence was delicate, and there was an absolute superior-subordinate relationship.

In the end, he decided to strike first and launch an "attack".

"Tell me about the situation, Halliwell."

Brian deliberately brought the name in the font, thinking that the other party would like it and feel the kindness and intimacy he exuded.

Although most of the Chinese people call each other by their names, most of them are strange and estranged, Brian still boldly tried to find a way to break the situation.

The font twisted to form new sentences, and Brian felt his heart twist with it.

"Great master, 3 hours and 49 minutes have passed since you fell into a deep sleep, and it is now 12:03 p.m. on September 12, 1347 in the Dark Age."

The font continued to change without pause after Brian finished reading a paragraph.

"The Seven Righteous Gods were attacked by the Outer Gods, and their whereabouts are unknown from now on, and the Seven Continents also fell at the same time, and they were controlled by the Outer Gods, and the people were reduced to slaves......"

"Great master, your loyal and humble servant Halliwell feels guilty for his incompetence, there are external gods watching on the mainland, I can't check the situation inside, I only know so much."

Brian felt the deep guilt of the font, and was a little unbearable, so he maintained the posture of the superior and comforted in a low voice:

"You're doing a great job."

As soon as he spoke, Brian regretted it a little, thinking that he might lose the majesty of the superior and increase the chances of exposure.

Fortunately, the font did not show abnormality, but also released joyful emotions.

For a while, the two were speechless for a while, Brian thought about the current situation, and the font did not dare to disturb for no reason.

These passages reveal a lot of information, the most important of which is that there is a god in the world and another world.

But these are not important to me as an ordinary person, and the two worlds don't seem to affect each other, after all, they have been safe and sound for so many years.

Going home is the priority......

But how do you speak?

Could it be that it said:

"Halliwell, your great master has forgotten his way home, point it!"

Laughing at himself, Brian got up from his high-backed chair, ready to look around him before making a decision.

Brian took a small turn and got a general idea of his surroundings.

It's a vast place with no edge in sight, and there is no end to the darkness in the sky, except for one area where stars gather, and I don't know what keeps the light on.

Would it be too monotonous to have only one chair to go down, and the great master would live in this kind of place?

Shouldn't it be a palatial and majestic palace?

As soon as Brian's thoughts fell, the space immediately trembled violently, and pieces of carefully carved stone surged out of the darkness of the ground, building a palace little by little.

The scene is long and stunning, and it is incomparably shocking.

Brian was restrained, standing in the palace and constantly looking.

The palace is solemn and solemn, with an indescribable sense of sacredness and mystery.

At the end of the palace is the high-backed chair covered with mysterious patterns, and below the high-backed chair is a grand staircase stacked up.

He was standing up the steps.

At this time, the long-dormant font resurfaced.

"Great master, your divine power is still so powerful, so unbelievable, and Halliwell feels extremely honored to be your servant."

Brian didn't respond to the flattery of the font, he said this paragraph according to the font, combined with his own thoughts just now, and knew that he was the one who led the change in space.

Do you follow the word?

But why can I do it?

Everything that happens is evidence-based and cannot appear in a vacuum. And I know very well that I am not a great being, just a miserable social animal.

"Great God, you are the embodiment of fate and miracles;

It is the secret at the end of the heart;

is the master of the sea of stars......"

Suddenly, Brian's ears were again filled with layers of pleading voices, and the voice entered his head, spreading through it, nearly knocking him unconscious.

"Uh......" Brian held his head in his hands, feeling a splitting headache, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

Finally he yelled:

"Who's talking!"