Why?

Yan Luge himself naturally knows the reason very well, and he also understands what he has insisted on so far.

But he was just hesitant to tell his father all this.

But it only took two seconds for Yanluge to make a decision.

He didn't want to lie to a dying man anymore.

Although his origin is not simple, he was raised by Yan Rong in this life, and he is also willing to admit Yan Rong, a father in the sense of blood.

"Because I know that the transcendent age is not only a gift for mankind, but also a prologue to the end times." "Twisted gods will descend from foreign lands, corrupted contaminants will run rampant, and immortal xenos will sacrifice to all beings."

"If I don't do anything, the world will be plunged into war and chaos, and eventually completely polluted by the power of the gods, and there will be wriggling monsters everywhere, step by step towards destruction."

To Yan Luge's surprise, after listening to him say these words, Yan Rong did not ask, "How do you know?" Or ask rhetorically, "Really?" He just nodded, signaling that he knew.

Their father and son each have some little secrets that no one knows, and after years of getting along, they have more or less noticed some of each other's abnormalities, but they have always maintained a tacit understanding, never to delve into it or ask questions.

"Hehe......" Yan Rong suddenly chuckled lowly, "Maybe that's the meaning of my choice." ”

Before she could figure out what this "choice" meant, she heard her father continue: "In that case, then I will leave you this inheritance as well—it is more precious and special than the great wealth. ”

Yan Rong's hand with the infusion tube was raised and he held Yan Luge's wrist.

Yan Luge was about to say something, but suddenly saw a strange golden symbol that he had never seen before appeared on his father's eyebrows. This symbol seems to be written on the skin in golden ink, but it doesn't seem to be, and after looking at it for a long time, it consciously seems to be alive, slowly flowing on the skin like water.

Instinctively, she thought it was an illusion and blinked quickly, only to find that the golden ink that made up the symbol had really begun to flow. It dismantled itself, flowing like a small golden snake along Yan Rong's skin, through his neck, shoulders, arms, and finally out of the wide sleeves of his hospital gown, towards the hands of father and son.

Yan Luge felt a chill in his hands, and the golden thread had climbed up his wrist and crawled towards his eyebrows.

At the same time, my father's deep voice came: "The world thinks that my success depends on opportunity and hard work, but only I know that I rely on ...... System. ”

"Eighteen years ago, I got it, made a wish to it at the cost of my lifespan, and vowed to be the richest man in the world. It satisfies me, so I am destined to die today. But everything is my own choice. Yan Rong said with a smile, watching the golden thread spread little by little to Yan Luge's forehead, reforming the mysterious symbol, "It may be a gift from the gods, or a gift from the devil...... I do not know...... Now I'll give it to you. Maybe you can figure out what it really is. ”

"Don't rush to make a wish, be cautious. But don't be overly afraid, as you think, supernatural powers also have certain laws that can be used by people. I've summarized some rules over the years and put them in the study of the Cold Leaf Forest Villa, you can look for them. ”

Transcendental.

This is the true transcendent power that Yanluge has been pursuing.

What he had been looking for was actually in his father.

But at this moment, Yan Lige had no intention of thinking about this, and he didn't have time to be surprised, nor did he have time to surprise.

He squeezed his father's hand, only to find that it was getting colder, as if life was passing in it.

"I originally had some regrets, regretting why I made such a stupid wish." Yan Rong closed his eyes and leaned weakly on the pillow behind him.

"Dad......"

Yan Rong smiled, and smiled a little hard, as if he needed to use all his strength to pull the muscles at the corners of his mouth.

But unlike the smirk in the business field, this smile has an unusual, heartfelt temperature.

He raised his hand and gently touched Yan Luge's hair.

Yan Luge's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to him.

This is his child, his most precious treasure.

"However, I don't regret thinking that these things can help my children live a life where they can live without worrying about food and clothing, and do whatever they want."

Yan Rong closed his eyes quietly, and his hand fell weakly.

The golden symbol condensed on Yan Yuge's forehead, and then disappeared into the skin.

At the same time, he heard a voice.

"Death of the previous host has been detected."

"Data is being uploaded...... No origin has been detected in this spacetime, and the data cannot be uploaded. ”

"Data loss."

"The system is being formatted."

"A new host detected."

"The system is binding."

"Hello, the 'Real-Time Calculation System of Destiny' is at your service. What is your wish? What price are you willing to pay? ”

Yan Luge lowered his head, staring at his lost relatives, ignoring the sudden sound in his ears.

Yes, he inherited a system.

Oh, and by the way, there's a lot of money, real estate, and equity.

Now he is the richest man in the world.

……

Coldleaf Forest.

Due to its geographical location, this place is covered with snow for 10 out of 12 months of the year, and the lowest temperature can reach more than minus 50 degrees. Unable to endure the extreme cold climate, and the harsh conditions of five out of ten days without heating and eight days without water, the local residents demanded to be relocated, but their demands were not fulfilled until 12 years ago when a mysterious rich man bought their land and gave them a handsome amount of money to move.

Although I don't understand why some people would fancy this place where birds don't poop and chickens don't lay eggs, the aborigines still left happily.

And the rich man who bought a whole forest picked a place with the best scenery and built a luxury villa.

The roar of the helicopter's rotors approached the ground, blowing up a series of scattered snowflakes that landed firmly on the tarmac on the roof of the mysterious villa.

"Boss, we're here." The driver's voice came from the headphones.

Yan Luge, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, opened his eyes and took off his headphones. The outside world was still a bit noisy, about the sound of an unturned engine mixed with the howling wind and snow, but at least there was no need to wear sound-isolating headphones.

"Okay, thanks." Yan Luge said politely, got up and prepared to get off the plane, "Come and pick me up at five o'clock in the afternoon." ”

"Okay, always on call."

Wearing a thick fur coat, Yan Luge jumped out of the helicopter, was tightened by the cold wind blowing in his face, and rushed into the house, which was a little better.

The heating was on in the house, and it wasn't cold at all. Yanluge shook off the snow from his coat, hung it in the doorway, and walked in.

In his previous life, he thought that those rich people were not full of food, and the climate was suitable for a sunny place, so he had to go to that kind of ghost place where the weather was cold and frozen, and the land was desolate and uninhabited for 3,000 miles, isn't this sick?

But after becoming the son of the richest man.

He found.

If he built a big, beautiful, comfortable house, with a good view, everything from heating to hot water to WIFI, and it was very easy to get back and forth by helicopter.

If there is a whole logistics team on standby 24 hours a day, from transportation to cooking, it is just to deliver a fresh fruit and favorite food when he wants to eat.

If there is a whole team of bodyguards who guard him dutifully, secretly protect him from thieves, beasts, etc. when he wants to be quiet, and run out to drink with him when he is bored, brag and play cards.

He'll love it too.

It's so fragrant.