[BL, MTL] Anti-God (Quickwear)

Extra: The Coming of the Gods

The year 32321 is the most special year in Yu Ze's memory.

He didn't carry that heavy burden that year, and he didn't have any messy hatred. He has just turned 18 years old, and he is famous all over the world.

He gambled on life and death capriciously, and finally completed the epic task of defeating countless people. Since then, the name of the teenager has come to the top of the list of "Gods" out of thin air, and the strange word "fool" resounded in the soil of the gods. Countless players sneered at this and said jealously that he was just the light of rice grains.

At that time, Yu Ze had not yet practiced the ability to move. He was full of anger and unruly. Every time he heard these annoying remarks, he would cut their throats. Anyway, it's just a game. Anyway, it's just a game.

Yu Ze didn't even bother to throw away the blood of the dagger. He was wearing a dark strong dress, and the complex and exquisite lines of his collar were all gathered under the gray robe. His handsome face was tired and crazy. He strolled into the pub in the desert, raised his hand and slowly lifted the old but clean curtain, and sat in the noisy pub in three or two steps.

The people in the pub are here to have fun and relax. They all hide their IDs and can't tell who is a player and who is NPC. The elegant and sexy pub girl skillfully stuffed silver coins between her chests and introduced the information with a smile. The central wooden table was full of noisy and enthusiastic conversations, and the large wooden cups were full of a strong and long-lasting smell of barley wine, which was really the most suitable place for entertainment.

Yu Ze poured enough barley wine one after another. He was a little drowsy and full of boredom. No matter how powerful the thief is, he can't stand the chase for days, not to mention that he is just a wild roadman.

The handsome and thin bard didn't know when he half sat on the low stool in front of the wooden platform. He gently fiddled with the Lut strings with his slender and fragile hands. The distant and elegant song slowly penetrated the tavern full of desire/hope, miraculously smoothing the lines between Yu Ze's eyebrows. The man is reciting his new legendary poem:

"The wings of the dragon cover the light.

The figure of the thief wanders in the shadows.

Tired travelers

Please listen to my singing quietly..."

The first half was gently revealed from the man's mouth. His elegant voice seemed to be delicate silk, which was more soothing than the lullaby. However, what the audience cares about is not how beautiful his singing is, but the person praised in the poet's words. What he praises seems to be the now famous god-level thief "Fool".

Yu Ze couldn't help but stop drinking slightly, and a few drops of wheat-colored wine suddenly overflowed on his wrist. He knew that he was much higher in NPCs than in players, but he didn't expect that he would be so high that he would be praised by poets who traveled to the mainland. This feeling... is quite wonderful.

"In the land of the God of Vengeance

Brewed his glory

Under the abyss of the god of death

Achieved his poem.

The left dagger and the right dagger face each other.

It is the belief of the fools..."

Yu Ze's fingers gently tapped on the wooden table, and the shaking amber liquor blurred his thoughts. He once ran thousands of miles on the land of the God of Vengeance and killed the group of people who wanted to plunder his equipment; he also tried his best to obtain the submission of the Abyss Dragon under the Abyss of the God of Death. His left and right daggers are all extraordinary artifacts, which are artifacts cast by a generation of casting masters who have condensed the faith of this life at the cost of their lives... These experiences are sung and whispered by the bard. When his achievements are all held in the song, someone has a charm that makes people's blood boil.