Roland didn't worry too much about whether he could become a transcendent, even if it meant that he would never be able to become a god in this world where he could become a god.

He was very satisfied to be able to come to this world, to see this world with his own eyes, to be able to participate in the story, to use his own extraordinary abilities, and even to help Crane a little.

"Can you help me see what extraordinary traits I have in my body right now?"

Roland's heart moved, and he felt that he should have more than just a [mind reader].

"Well, I'll take a look, hey, it's quite a lot, that fish is kind of interesting."

"I'll get you a watch, and you can see for yourself."

An illusory table appeared in front of Roland's eyes, and Roland was shocked again, because the green ecel table icon was so dramatic!

Lucky winner, 206%, activated

Mind Reader, 110%, activated

Midnight Poet, 79%, inactive

Bribes, 51%, not activated

Here are some features that are less than 10%.

Roland gasped after reading the form, it turned out that it was because of the [lucky people] with a particularly high concentration that he was able to leave the Knowledge Church safely!

"Do you understand? It stands to reason that you should be able to use it no matter how low the concentration of the supernatural properties is, it's just a matter of how strong the effect is. Because of the aggregation effect of the supernatural features, the low-level supernatural traits are aggregated into the high-level, and by the way, you have the opportunity to try to control these characteristics. ”

"Huh?" Roland didn't understand.

"Well, I mean, the physical control, not the activation takes effect. You should be able to precipitate more than 100% of the properties out of your body! ”

"Oh, I see, you mean, I can use these traits to buy the transcendent and build power?"

Roland's eyes lit up, although he can't become an extraordinary person and can't enjoy the complete extraordinary ability, it's not bad to be able to train some extraordinary subordinates!

"Well, almost, it's worth a try, isn't it, it doesn't matter to you anyway."

Golden light flowed from Roland's forehead and sank into the illusory ecel form, solidifying it.

"I'll help you solidify this form, it will be updated automatically, you can check it yourself, it's almost time, I have to send these memories back to the body, Mr. Azik is further south, Marlinlyn County, Texas, try to give him the Grim Reaper card as soon as possible, my back is really itching!"

"Sleep, and recite my name when you have something."

Roland blinked, he still had a lot to say, but he was swallowed up by a wave of tiredness that came out of his heart, and he fell backwards and disappeared.

In this space, there is only a glittering ecel form left, and there is a Grim Reaper card, which exists quietly here.

On the second floor of the bookstore, Roland turned over and continued to sleep, the quiet room as always, as if no one knew that a mortal had just spoken to the god he believed in.

However, righteousness is not necessarily!

In Lao De's room next door, on the desk under the moonlight, a pen was automatically writing something on a piece of paper.

Lao De was sitting at his desk, looking at the square words on the paper without saying a word.

If Roland was here, I am afraid that he would be scared to death on the spot, because what was written on the paper was the conversation between him and Klein, and it was exactly the same!

Lao De's state at this time was a little wrong, one of his eyes was as black as ink, and the moonlight was reflected in his eyes, as if there was also a moon in that darkness.

The other eye is also pitch black, but you can see the stars, the galaxy, and the appearance of the universe, if you can magnify it ten million times, you can see that in that universe, every shining "planet" is a book!

Two great beings, in an unprecedented way, actually descended together in the body of Lao De.

No, this shouldn't be an official advent!

If God is in the world, the light, the hymns, and the hymns should be indispensable, at the very least, the local church will not have such a reaction!

[This is Russell's text.] 】

[Yes.] 】

[Do you understand? 】

[I don't understand.] 】

[Just you, you still call yourself the god of wisdom and knowledge? How many years have passed, and the gist of this text has not even been resolved? 】

[Hmph! If you don't understand, you don't understand, but I don't believe you don't understand! What are you still hiding? 】

[I don't need to hide it, I never hide it. 】

[I have originally analyzed the meaning of many words, but, in recent decades, I don't know why the meaning of these words has begun to dissipate from me, do you have any opinions? 】

[Are you old? Started to forget the knowledge? 】

[You! It seems that I can only find a way to ask the kid. 】

[[Two, what are you talking about?] Take me one? 】】

【！ 】

【！ 】

The dialogue in the void was actually inserted into a third person!

I saw that Lao De's forehead suddenly cracked a gap, revealing an eye!

The eye was also black, but the black seemed to twist and move like an infinitely wriggling thing!

The eye blinked, and a twisted gray mist flowed out of the eye, annihilating the pen and paper on the table into powder.

The eyes of the reflected moon closed without saying a word.

The starry eyes closed without saying a word.

The gray mist rolled back, and there seemed to be a chuckle in the void, and the distorted eyes were closed, and Lao De's forehead was wrinkled as before, and even the age spots did not change.

Lao De's body stood up automatically, and he silently returned to the bed and lay down.

The old man, who had been sleeping from beginning to end, found nothing and nothing except that he found out a few days later that he was missing a pen.

Good Luck City Governor's Palace, the Governor's bedroom.

An old man with gray hair was sleeping quietly on his bed.

There seemed to be some foreknowledge in the void that passed into the old man's sleep, but the old man's inspiration was so inferior that he couldn't even establish the most basic communication.

But the old man, who felt something, woke up from his sleep, and instead of opening his eyes, he got up and half-knelt on the bed, and began to chant in a low voice!

"Fools who don't belong to this era."

"You are the mysterious lord above the gray mist."

"You are the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune."

"Your humble servant prays earnestly for you, may you return soon!"

A subtle murmur reached the old man's ears, and the green tendons on the old man's forehead bulged out, as if he was enduring some intense pain.

(jumble voices) ...... You...... (bitter laughter) ...... Child...... (A hymn sung by thousands of people) ...... Gauze...... (dying) ...... Lan ......"

"Poof!"

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and threw himself on the bed, and after a while, when he raised his head, black blood flowed from all seven holes.

Wiping the blood off his face, the old man took a few breaths, although his expression was still painful, but the wonderful thing was that the wrinkles on his face seemed to have stretched a little, his breathing became more and more comfortable, and even his spirit was much better.

What is my lord talking about, Ruer Roland?

Rowland? My son? He also came to this world?

"Oh! Oh, my God! Mr. Lovan! ”