Shen Bai looked at the curve graph produced by the computer. The blue lines were smooth and winding, like a smart little snake.

Unfortunately, this blue line only exists below "scale zero".

"It seems that humans and aberrations are indeed not related." Shen Bai shook his head, unable to explain how he felt.

This conclusion has been proven countless times by scientists since the day humans picked up science again.

Although Ye Wen is amazingly talented and beautiful, she can only fail in the face of irrefutable evidence.

The research director wearing glasses remained silent and concentrated on analyzing the data.

"The fluctuations in the curve are very strange. It is very different from the one I did in my laboratory. Although the overall trend is the same, the peak this time is obviously higher than the last time."

"Strange, why is this?"

"The variables that are different from last time are location, time, and the total number of particles..."

Looking at Ye Wen who was deep in thought, Shen Bai knew that he had nothing to do here. He said hello to Ye Wen and left on his own.

Ye Wen was trapped in her own world and seemed not to notice Shen Bai's departure.

…

Wanli Building, Shen Bai's room.

Shen Bai lay on the bed and temporarily forgot about Ye Wen.

The day after tomorrow is the finals of the crazy October, and he must recharge his batteries. Although it is very likely that he will be eliminated in the first round, it is always right to be fully prepared.

After the end of October Crazy, it was also the end of Federation Year 1206, and Shen Bai did not plan to stay in the divine capital for too long.

Suddenly, a female synthesized electronic sound came from the corridor outside. This is the note for the finals.

Shen Bai was already very familiar with this kind of rules in the arena. He didn't listen carefully, but fell asleep by the sound.

…

after one day.

December 19th.

Ditian woke up from his sleep.

He subconsciously looked at his body. His strong muscles were sharp and angular. His arms were strong enough to easily pull up a mountain range. Blood more turbulent than the sea and rivers was flowing in his blood vessels. His field of vision was three hundred and sixty meters without blind spots.

Ten degrees...

The perfect body of the God of War, without any flaws.

Last night, he still didn't have any nightmares.

[Peerless Martial God]’s Tian disease is that “the damage suffered in dreams will be reflected in reality.” Ditian is a person who has nightmares every day. At his home in Wanshou City, the first thing Ditian does when he gets up every day

, which is to clean up the blood stains and allow your body to heal.

One of the basic abilities of the S-class Apocalypse [Peerless Martial God] is "super-speed regeneration".

Broken bones, chopped feet, and disemboweled hearts, these serious injuries can be healed by Di Tian at the snap of his fingers.

What really made him exhausted was the nightmares one after another.

The waning moon, the bloody night.

The wailing of women, the blood of young children, the powerful man kneeling...

Everything that happened that night was a nightmare.

However, Ditian has not had nightmares for a long time.

After leaving Wanshou City and heading to the Sixth Life Circle, the frequency of his nightmares began to decrease, until now, they have almost disappeared.

This is of course abnormal. In a sense, "frequent nightmares" can be considered part of God's "diseases of heaven".

The less nightmares appear, it means the disease is weakening.

It also means... that Di Tian's power is slowly declining.

The young warrior god with slightly curly hair rubbed his cheek and looked to the west, as if he was looking at his hometown.

"Is it your [Six Yao All Good]... Father, it's a pity that there is no way back for us."

Memories of the past flashed through Ditian's mind.

To be fair, Di Wuhui is a perfect guardian, and he has tried his best to be a qualified father.

Di Tian's childhood was considered a happy one. Di Wuhui might miss his parent-teacher meetings, but as long as he was at home, he would still fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

However, even if the father is a good father and the son is a good son, they cannot change the fate that is destined to be tragic after the bloody night.

Maybe as Ye Wen said, the Creator is a hateful guy with bad taste.

…

late at night

On the outskirts of the divine capital, Xumi Cave.

When Di Wuhui came out, he had two more things in his hand.

One is a half-face mask, and the other is a toy sword with neon lights.

Relic·【God's Mask】

Relic·【Children's Game】

Different from the spear used by Emperor Tian more than ten days ago, [God's Mask] and [Children's Game] are both powerful relics that can be used multiple times. When humans rebel against the old land,

In its thousands of years of history, it has gained a great reputation.

I am afraid that only Di Wuhui can use these two relics at the same time. The Crazy October is coming, and the Federation specifically allows him to hold these two world-destroying tools in order to increase its own combat power.

The man tucked the sword into his clothes.

Then he put on a half-face mask.

[God's Mask] has a lot of power.

One of them is that "the wearer's true identity will not be revealed."

Compared to the true power of this relic, this small feature is just an added bonus, better than nothing.

But for Di Wuhui tonight, the ability to hide his identity was of great help.

He crossed the outskirts and came to Shendu city, found a food stall at random, and sat down.

[God], who carries the destiny of God, needs to drink like ordinary people at certain times.

The boss and the surrounding customers could not tell the identity of Emperor Wugui at all. Under the influence of the power of the relic, they did not think there was anything weird about "wearing a mask in the middle of the night".

The federal capital, a prosperous place, naturally cannot have rules like curfew. The night market is very lively, and people gather with their relatives and friends, laughing and laughing under the night sky.

At the front of the food stall, there is an upright LCD screen that is playing highlights of the October Crazy contestants.

Although they have seen it many times, people at the night market are still willing to debate for the players they support.

The Federation has an official "welfare lottery", nightclubs, game viewing platforms, and live broadcast websites will also have their own small handicaps. Among them, the one with the highest odds of winning the championship is of course Ditian, but there are many categories of betting, who is who?

How many rounds can he pass, and the final ranking of the top ten... In addition to Ditian being the undisputed winner, there are many places worth betting on.

Di Wuhui drank in silence and stared at the screen in a daze. Di Tian's face often appeared in the player highlights. Every time it appeared, Di Wuhui would always drink a large glass of wine with a chuckle.

The owner of the food stall is a bit of a gangster and a social cow. When he saw Di Wuhui sitting in the corner drinking alone, he went up to join him for a drink:

"Brother Hailiang, you drank thirty liters by yourself, right? Tsk, your vitality index must be very high."

"It's okay, I can make do with it, but if I'm drunk, it's a little less interesting."

"That makes sense, but if that's the case, why do you still go out to drink?"

"Watch the game, there are people I know here." Di Wuhui pointed at the screen:

"It seems boring, but I always have to do something. Drinking can pass the time."

The boss lamented:

"Do you know any of the contestants? These kids are really amazing... When I was their age, I wasn't even a warrior."

Emperor Wuhui said lightly:

"Most of them are Apocalypse, and their family backgrounds are also very good. Everyone has his or her own destiny."

"Yes, everyone has his own destiny. Alas, when I was young, I hated myself for not being an apocalypse. I didn't have a good talent for martial arts. I didn't even have a bright mind. I couldn't get ahead in my life..."

"There is nothing good about the Apocalypse. Life, old age, sickness and death, love and hate, separation. I am also an Apocalypse. Don't I have to go out and drink in the middle of the night to relieve my boredom?"

The boss’s eyes lit up:

"Oh? What is my brother's ability? Heaven... Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I will punish myself with three cups of wine. I will punish myself with three cups of wine..."

Tian's disease is the secret of every apocalypse. It is inconvenient to show it to others. The boss knew that he had violated a taboo and apologized quickly.

However, Di Wuhui didn't care. After putting on the [God's Mask], he could finally temporarily relieve himself of the responsibility of the guardian.

"It doesn't matter, boss, bring me another barrel of wine."

The boss quickly said yes and went to the kitchen to get some wine.

In a remote corner of the food stall, Di Wuhui stared at the screen.

"My heavenly illness is..."

His voice was extremely quiet, and [God's] murmur turned into the breeze and disappeared under the night sky in an instant.

"...Schizophrenia."


Chapter completed!