Comic Cannon Fodder Wants to Be the King of Popularity

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Chapter 61

    The brunette knows what he's taking on.

    Thousands of years have passed, the gods have been asleep for so long, until the inspiration has dissipated, the ability of the talent holder has been degraded, and the whole world has become more and more silent.

    If only that, but it is also a good thing. After all, if gift holders are no different from ordinary people until the end, oppression from gift holders will disappear.

    But the problem is that there are not only talent holders in this world, but also monsters that are ready to move in the Dead Sea of ​​Della and the Ice Land of the Northern Wilderness.

    ——It is said that the god sleeps in the deepest part of the abyss of the Dead Sea, and the power he radiates imprisons those creatures that can pose a great threat to human beings and becomes a solid line of defense.

    But now, with all kinds of stupid behaviors of human beings - such as trying to use experiments to obtain this divine power from the monster's body, and the passage of this power with the growth of time, the barrier has become extremely fragile.

    If you don't wake him up again, the overthrow of this world is just around the corner.     Xia Zuo lowered his

    head, and in just a few seconds, he had calmed down his emotions. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked softly: "...you know I won't believe you, right?"

I thought about whether to agree or not, but I just threw the question back to myself and let myself give up on my own.

    This feeling is so familiar... It even made him think of someone for a moment.

    The dark-haired prophet doesn't answer that question. He looked at the young man who gritted his teeth and made his choice without any hesitation, just raised his hand, and broke off a long laurel branch.

    "The laurel tree is considered to be a tree that grows on the boundary between life and death, welcoming the dead and comforting the living." He handed the branch to Xia Zuo, "The dead are gone, Mr. Xiao should look forward." Xia Zuo was in a daze for a moment

    , Take the branch.

    The voice that rang in my head was so detached and gentle that people couldn't help but be convinced and admired.

    The next second he felt something was wrong: "Wait, I haven't asked yet—you seem to be familiar with me? Do you know about me?" Pressed

    by a person he had just met, the black-haired prophet still Calm and detached, he shook his head slightly: "I just saw your appeal, that's all." "

    ..."

    Xia Zuo was silent: "So you... can really resurrect the dead?"

    Even if you put aside your selfishness, This ability is too scary.

    He felt that since he came here, he had asked a lot of questions. If other talent holders were interrogated by him like this, they would have already lost their temper - the content of the talent is a very personal thing, and even involves their own wealth and life.