[BL, MTL] Anti-God (Quickwear)

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Yu Ze bent down and jumped back to his room, with a strong posture like a black panther. However, when he just stepped on the slightly hard mattress, the joking on his face suddenly converged, and his thin lips gradually condensed.

If when he first faced Caesar, Yu Ze was leisurely and more than proficient, now... his handsome and distinct facial features seem to be gently covered with a layer of shadow, and his slightly narrowed pupils refracted with an obscure light.

Behind him was obviously the warmth and beauty of the rising sun, and the glory of the victory of light and darkness to the end, but at this moment, Yu Ze felt that his whole body was cold.

Yu Ze closed his eyes and leaned against the hard wall, unconsciously recalling the scene just now in his mind. He has never been stupid, and he is not so dull. Of course, he felt Caesar's flashing divine power just now.

That man is a god. Although I don't know whether he is a god with memory or which god he is, there is no doubt that Caesar is a god.

Probability is really an unreliable thing. He has encountered people possessed by the gods one after another. It turns out that after leaving aside the self-righteous coincidence and the idea of self-comforting in this world, the truth left behind will be so desperate and powerless.

Is it an honor to be remembered by the gods many times? Are you flattered? Yu Ze slowly opened his dark eyes, and the cold arc of the corners of his mouth never dissipated.

Of course, the answer is no.

Those unscrupulous gods are the real darlings of all worlds. They don't have to bear any obsession like themselves to fantasize about how to help the original owner counterattack. They will come to the most superior beings from the beginning. Yu Ze regards the time as a treasure and strives for seconds, which is just a momentary pastime for the gods.

Yes, they can even spend a hundred and a thousand years in a world just to learn time. For example, today's Caesar can reach the top of glory in ten years. And he, Yu Ze, can only try his best to engrave his name in the history of the universe in less than a year.

This is the difference. The difference between a true god and a half-minor.

A few tres of gloom flashed in Yu Ze's eyes. He unconsciously rubbed his waist, but found that there was no dagger he was familiar with at all. After all, this was not his familiar body or the world he was familiar with. Yu Ze even thought that although he aimed the gun as a joke before, if he went back in time, he might really pull the trigger.

Even if you can't kill the real god and kill his attached body, can you talk to relieve your hatred?

All kinds of mottled thoughts filled Yu Ze's brain, and eventually turned into a sigh-like moan. In fact, he knows that if he doesn't find out the weakness of the god and kill the body of the god, then everything will be useless. If he does this, he will only scare the other party to detect the abnormality.

But he is in a bad mood after all. He Yu Ze used to be just a mortal, and there will be times when he is unwilling.

The moment Yu Ze figured it out, he shook his head fiercely. He naturally left the words that seemed to show love behind him. That kind of soft stuff is probably just a whim of boring gods. There is faith, salvation, pursuit and dispute between Yu Ze and the gods, but there is no word "love" that is both supreme and useless.

What is between them is the abyss of hatred of a world and the whole universe.

This is a ravine that can't be filled no matter how strong the desire is. What's more, it's just the so-called confusion?