No. 32 had gradually remembered that part of the past. It was not such a beautiful past for him. It was so long ago that he had forgotten when it was. He only knew that it was before he fell asleep.
At that time, he was just a very small god, and he could even be described as inconspicuous in the divine realm.
He also thought that he had spent so much energy to become a god, but had to live his life in such a mediocre way. Is this what he wanted?
However, in such a god world, there are too many gods like purple gold mud, and even compared with them, he has no chance of winning at all. Such thoughts made him very depressed for a time.
But at this moment, something that changed his destiny happened, just like the most magical story in the legend, but he became the person in the story.
The memory seemed to be frozen at that moment. He would always remember that moment. He even felt that it might be the thing that made him most honored in his life.
It was an ordinary but unusual afternoon. He was doing his own afternoon practice as usual. Although he knew that his qualifications were very ordinary, he still wanted to achieve something great one day.
Although I feel funny every time I think this way, I still try hard to keep this little secret, hoping that the day will come earlier.
"Is anyone?" A strange voice woke him up from his thoughts. He watched his door slowly push open with a daze. He clearly remembered that he did not allow anyone to come to his home.
Who is a person?! Why do you want to break into your own home?!
He looked at these strangers with caution. In his opinion, these people were definitely not good people. It was a feeling from the heart. He had no way to verify whether this feeling was true or not, but he was still instinctively guarding these people for fear of them.
Get close to yourself.
"Who are you doing? Why did you break into my house without permission?! Aren't you afraid of being known by the gods in the God's Mansion? They are not as kind as I am covering up." Carlisle. No. 32 at that time was not called the Three.
On the 12th, his name was Carlisle. He didn't know who gave him this name, but he kept using it to become a god.
"We are ordered to take you to meet an important person." The man said directly to Carlisle without any vagueness.
"Why do I listen to you? I will meet whoever you ask me to meet?!" Carlisle had no good feelings for these people, so he naturally would not agree with their request.
Although the divine realm is suppressed by the divine palace, it is not necessary to do some extraordinary things. Every year, gods like myself die, and I really don’t want to be one of the dead.
"I think we are quite courteous to you now. If you are still so stubborn, I might not have done something extreme." The man didn't care what Carlisle meant, and had already started from the ground.
Claire pulled up, as if he was carrying a chick.
"You! You! Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the God's Mansion?" Carlisle's voice was a little unstable. He tried hard to make himself look sick and courageous. But he found that all this seemed to be in vain.
generally.
"Divine Mansion? Ahhhh! I'm so scared!" The visitor said pretending, then turned his head and said to Claire seriously: "Boy, some words can be said, some words cannot be said, can't be said, can't it be
Don’t you know what’s wrong? I always think that I’m a person who is difficult to tolerate. But it doesn’t mean that I will always tolerate you.”
"I still refuse. I don't know where it is. I have the right to go with you." Carlisle wanted to break free from the shackles and shouted loudly against the man, but soon he realized that he was doing this.
It was a very wrong thing. Because he just felt a pain on his shoulder and fell into sleep, perhaps it was more appropriate to fall asleep.
When he woke up, he was already in a hall. Even though he had been to the God Realm for a long time, he had never seen such a magnificent building. Compared with this place, he had been before
The palaces and Forbidden City that I saw were much more beautiful.
"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?!" After recovering from a moment of sighing, Carlisle began to observe everything around him, and realized that he was not the only god brought here, around him.
There were still many gods sitting in dense crowds, but they all looked like they were not allowed to enter. He then gave up the idea of getting closer. He didn't want to get along with these people who were obviously bad people. It seemed that
You know they are not good things!
The next selection became even more boring. They were taken to various places for various physical examinations. It was not until now that he knew what was going on.
Finally, he and a dozen other gods selected them. As for the eliminated gods, no one knew where they went, as if they had disappeared in this world.
He didn't know what was waiting for him, but the sense of oppression still made him not know what to do if he changed. The other gods didn't act with him at all, but they acted more by themselves. They guarded against each other.
Let's go.
It was as if everyone would become their enemies in the next moment. This situation made Carlisle very depressed, but he could not talk to anyone.
Until one day, he met a strange old man. The place where they trained was separated from the outside world, and no one could enter and exit at will without touching a few copies of the Yaben.
So, when he saw the old man, he was very curious. Why, there were strange things here, the old man, was he also arrested by these strange people?
"Old man, why are you here? This is not a good place, you should be careful." Carlisle instinctively said to the old man.
"Young man, are you fooling me old man? You are obviously here too, how can you say this is a strange place?" The white-bearded old man stared at Carlisle with wide glasses, as if he was going to put it in a slight manner.
Carlisle gave it to her.
"Old man, I'm telling you this way, just because you are old. I don't know what the hell is getting here. I don't know how long it's been. I really want to go out, but I can't help it. I see you like this now.
, I would like to remind you, but in the end, your guess of me is really hurting my heart." Carlisle hasn't talked to others for a long time, so he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his tone.
But the old man was not angry, but his eyes turned gentle when he looked at Carlisle. (To be continued...)