Hearing Navalry's words, the man tilted his head and said calmly:

"Gods? This requires the question of what the definition of a god is...... In some systems, the gods are omnipotent, manipulating the past, present, and future at the same time, and a single thought can create a cosmic existence; In some systems, the gods are just slightly more powerful human beings, who can spit out fire and water, and can create earthquakes and tsunamis. To put it in the former system, I haven't reached the level of a god yet—at least not yet, and of course I believe that one day I can, after all, the power of the exponential is infinite; But for the latter system, my power is far beyond the upper limit of that kind of god. So—you think I'm a god, and you can't do it. In fact, I thought I was God when I was much weaker.

“…… As for 'Tezcatripoca', I know, it's a mirror of smoke, a god of the Aztec faith, right? Well...... In a way, I am Him, or rather, He is a part of me. Everything is information – I am going back to everything on Earth, whatever the gods, religions, beliefs will be included...... This is a feature I recently discovered.

"According to scientific theories, the 'singularity' is the condensation point of everything, the infinite collapse, and it is the opposite process of the exploding expansion of the universe. So I follow my singularity and fall downward, and I can reach the past in this universe through the singularity - because the current power is still a little weak, not much greater than the total mass of the solar system, so I can only go back to the past in the solar system, and the time limit is limited to 100,000 years up, and it can only transmit information. But it doesn't matter, most of the beliefs and spiritual attachments of the Earth Age were born during this period, so now I am both Allah and God, and at the same time the Enlightened One, Odin, Hela, and the master of the Eastern Heavenly Court. Tezcatripoca is also a part of me. Nuwa and Fuxi were instructed by me to complete the first ritual in their lives. ”

The man's words were very difficult to understand, and even though his voice fell into Navalli's ears with a very pure Mexican accent, every word he uttered seemed to have an extended meaning, and Navalli had to work very hard to capture a little bit of the message.

He kept his eyes open as best he could, looking at the man reverently:

"Master Tezcatripoca ......"

The man smiled and slapped him on the head, causing Navalli to shrink in fright, only to realize that the man's slap had passed through his body like a phantom.

"Okay, boy, do you know why I'm coming to you?"

The man stared at him with a smile.

Navali shook his head feverishly.

"Then I'll tell you clearly - my power is gradually expanding, and my consciousness is becoming more and more large. Although I still have a normal human mind—though it may just be normal to me—I need a powerful ability to synthesize the vast amount of information around me—like an infinitely complete biological quantum computer. If I use Asimov's description, I need to have the ability to integrate information at least at the level of 'Galactic Mode' or even 'Si Venerable', so that I can fully use every piece of information and every trace of power, so as to break through the valve of the universe and reach the new world. Although my own intelligence is growing exponentially every day, it would be better if I had a dedicated ability to synthesize information.

"—so I searched the existing - oh, for you it should be the future of the earth-wide human race, and found that there were about seventeen thousand three hundred and forty-one targets, and when I used the blood of evolution to make them leap into their lives, they might awaken the ability to awaken the branches to be tied to computation and data. Out of these seventeen thousand three hundred and forty-one goals, I locked on ninety-five of them, and finally settled on one person—that person, if he absorbs the blood of evolution in the future and successfully awakens his ability, then his ability will be completely right on the bull's-eye, not a single point of deviation, exactly what I want. And that person is you, Navaly. ”

The man smiled.

Although Navali was still at a loss for his words, for some reason, there was an indescribable fire growing in his heart.

Navalli stammered and said excitedly to the "Tezcatripoca" in front of him:

"So, what can I do in that case? Lord Tezcatripoca? ”

The man smiled and patted him on the shoulder with a virtual, merely information-only finger:

"Go up for the challenge, child, don't stay in this place—I have discovered that there are two reasons why the power of awakening determines the strength of its initial nature: first, it is the initial endowment and obsession; Second, it is to shape the environment for the day after tomorrow. The second point is especially important for those who do not lack the first.

"Oh, besides, most of your memories will be lost after we talk, that's normal, don't worry - but I'll keep the next line of information, at least you'll remember that you had a conversation with the gods and were inspired by Him to do that."

The sound dissipated into the air.

The man's figure disappeared completely.

As "Tezcatripoca says", with the disappearance of the man, most of the memories of the conversation just now faded from his mind - but at the same time, a small amount remained in his mind, making Navalli's eyes widen and his state of mind changed drastically.

A "squeak" sound sounded from behind.

Turning around, Navalli saw his grandmother's serious expression, as well as Estrea's face.

Grandmother pushed open the door and stood just above the threshold. The woman, or "mother," stood behind her grandmother, her chin slightly raised, and she looked at Navalli with scrutinizing eyes, her gaze somewhat gloomy, as if with a blade.

"—Navalry."

The grandmother looked at him with deep eyes:

"Your mother wants to take you to the United States, are you going?"

Navali opened his mouth, looked at his grandmother's contradictory eyes, and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but at the same time, the revelation of the gods flashed in his heart, so that the words that Navali wanted to say changed in the moment they passed through his throat:

“…… I, I'm going. ”

So, the grandmother's disappointed eyes fell, while the "mother" hugged her chest, with a relieved and arrogant smile on her face, and nodded at Navali for the first time—the appearance of the two women one after the other became Navaly's first and most impressive memory of leaving for the United States.

It's been two yang in the past few days, and it was updated with 8,000 words in the early hours of yesterday morning, and the state is very bad, and I have been coughing for a long time, so I have only updated it now.

(End of chapter)