Chapter 6: Wandering Souls.

The socks on my bedside table haven't been washed yet, they've been there for three days.

Tang Chuan leaned against the control chair on the small bridge in a trance, his mind filled with confusion.

Only when the supreme gods need to hold a meeting, will the convener of that meeting determine the location of the main temple and send out invitations to other high gods.

He began to think of the Three-Character Classic of his bosom friend, thought of his father's silver hair at the temples, thought of looking forward to returning home during the holidays to visit, and his grandmother who always stood waiting at the village entrance...

Tang Chuan was stunned.

Tears welled up in the eyes and flowed down unconsciously.

Another piece of information emerged in my mind at the right time.

Even, he fantasizes that if the spaceship can collide with a star, the spaceship will have the kinetic energy and strength to destroy the star!

A flawless round metal sphere suspended in mid-air, began to transform its shape like clay.

Sighing, Tang Chuan turned his head and gazed in a trance at the brilliant stars in the eternal galaxy outside the transparent cabin, lost in thought.

It is unclear whether it was the broken nail fragments or the saliva on the thumb that triggered some mechanism in the metal ball.

Hey, no, even the weakest lower god can annihilate the universe I originally belonged to!

The bridge extended outside retracted into the hull, and the Kun-style fighter jet rose into the air, spewing out blue flames, breaking through the "membrane" enveloping the main temple without any hindrance, and entering the deep and vast universe.

This pain also made Tang Chuan react, secretly cursing that cultivation novels are harmful.

Infinite starry sky.

There will always be a limit.

Is this a phone or a living being?

He fantasizes that this spaceship can travel at superluminal speed, so the spaceship can cross the universe at superluminal speed!

Looking up, I saw the main temple, which had already completely converged and entered the main river of the universe.

But it has definitely been more than one Earth day, 24 hours, and how exactly should I go back?

Hiss ~ .

Tang Chuan looked at the respectful Alie, placed his arm on his shoulder, full of satisfaction and dignity, and said, "Alie, my most loyal servant, you have done well. The glory of disaster and terror will always be with you."

In the lonely spaceship, there were only crawling creatures all over the floor, as if they were getting familiar with the new environment. The small tentacles kept secreting mucus while accompanying Tang Chuan, emitting eerie and chilling sounds.

After biting his thumb hard several times, Tang Chuan did not break the skin but instead experienced a sharp pain that seemed to pierce through his heart.

Of course, this kind of fantasy cannot be endlessly powerful, it depends on the "fantasy attribute" inherent in the metal sphere.

It seems that the main god of disaster and horror has been perceived to be in a predicament. Al-Ye speculates that this mortal incarnation of the main god may be lacking a significant portion of the fundamental attributes exclusive to the main god, and the memories of the incarnation seem to be incomplete.

Chirp ~.

Countless thoughts began to gradually surge up in my mind.

How long has it been?

The boundless universe.

Click, click, click.

In the unknown depths of the universe, as if there is a wandering soul, it gradually becomes urgent and eventually reaches a hysterical, silent scream.

Instead, he tucked the little tentacles into his own belt, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then put his thumb between his teeth.

Tang Chuan nodded and said, "You may return to your seat. At the next meeting, I may propose to give you some appreciation."

This inexplicably high and infuriating perspective, where on earth does it come from!

And Tang Chuan also knew that he could leave.

Al-Ye transformed into a stream of light, returning to the shrine where it originally belonged, and recondensed into a strange-looking, ancient stone sculpture that has remained unchanged.

Inside the cabin, which is neither spacious nor cramped, emits a soft and bright light.

Human incisors are simply not suitable for making incisions on the skin.

Al-Ye bowed and said, "Thank you, my lord. If you need anything, please summon me."

The small tentacles clearly do not have a distinct auditory system, but they still shrank in fear, seeming a bit aggrieved and timid, and leaned towards Tang Chuan in the control chair, poking their heads out.

Before he could perfect the details of the single-person interstellar shuttle, a loud rumbling sound came from outside the main temple.

I don't know.

The gate that penetrates the boundary of the main universe, the main temple shuttles through the galaxy, gradually returning to its orbit.

He fantasizes about a metal sphere, which is a spaceship. That metal sphere can transform into a spaceship!

Tang Chuan transformed a metal sphere into a model resembling the Kun-style fighter jet unique to the S.H.I.E.L.D. in the Marvel movie through his imagination.

Gradually, the middle school boy unexpectedly encounters a stroke of luck, and the skyrocketing adrenaline and dopamine levels begin to subside, giving rise to a sense of ambivalence and self-doubt in his heart.

Moreover, gene fragments are not only found in the blood!

Without the idea of exploring the realm of the main god, Al-Ye explained intimately: "This is a completely ownerless fantasy weapon. Our lord can write into your sequence... That is, the genetic fragments of your current mortal body can complete the recognition of the master and be controlled at will."

I actually still look down on this thing and think it's useless?

Tang Chuan murmured in his heart, easily understanding the wording of Alie, nodding lightly with the demeanor of the main god, without answering.

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A stir in the heart.

Once again, in the midst of the Kun-style shuttle, it naturally evolves into a ship interior space suitable for human habitation.

It is truly absurd and bizarre, beyond the realm of human consciousness.

A metal sphere floated up into the air, emitting beams of light like rays, which converged into a mesh pattern, seemingly scanning Tang Chuan's body composition.

This thing is just a chicken rib for the level of the Supreme God, not even qualified to be a plaything for them.

My hometown, my relatives and friends, my chili sauce, is today the day we bid farewell forever?

Now the meeting has been over for some time, and the main temple naturally needs to return to its original operational logic and converge back into the main universe.

Al-Ye single-handedly grasped his chest, slightly bowed, and humbly said: "To devoutly serve my Lord is Al-Ye's honor."

Anyway, this thing is also an unimaginable treasure for me!

Then the action really slowed down, and the "chirp" sound it made became weak and feeble.

Or maybe both of them are?

Wow!

What I have seen and heard today is enough for me to write a novel when I go back.

"Lower your voice!" Tang Chuan couldn't help but reprimand.

Tang Chuan also breathed a sigh of relief. The Kun-style fighter jet projected a bridge, and Tang Chuan quickly stepped into it and entered the cockpit.

That is the main temple, which actually travels through the main universe range with some inexplicable trajectory.

In the midst of darkness, after the disappearance of the net-like beam, Tang Chuan seemed to have formed a subtle yet undeniable connection with the metallic sphere.

And the object that power is entrusted to is usually impossible to be stronger than its original owner.

Tang Chuan now vaguely understands why Alie referred to the metal sphere as the "fantasy weapon"!

Can it still understand human language?

Perhaps only certain weak lower-level deities would consider this thing a treasure.

Tang Chuan looked outside the transparent cabin, at the dazzling brilliance of the ancient starry sky. After a long time, he fell into a deep sense of emptiness.

Otherwise, you could just imagine a weapon that could destroy the Supreme God, wouldn't that make you invincible?

Combining the connection between his mind and the metal sphere, Tang Chuan can clearly feel that with just a thought, the metal sphere can transform into any shape and function he imagines!

Chī liū liū ~ .

In this vast and lonely expanse of the universe, where should I go and what should I do?

Tang Chuan remained calm and endured the pain, his thumb that was bitten had swollen, and he scratched the metal ball with his fingernail.

Recognize the master by blood?

There is nothing else. The so-called fantasy attributes are all bestowed upon weapons by deities. In a sense, they are a manifestation of a portion of the deities' power.