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"Whether it's tightening screws or live-streaming to sell my products, these are all tests, steps on the path to redemption! You don't need to question the significance of these tasks, because they are opportunities given to you by God—to temper you in suffering and elevate you in ordinariness!" Ian's seventy-two wings were fluttering wildly.
His voice was incredibly infectious.
“Someone asked me, ‘Kind Ian, can we really go back?’” He smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with a mysterious yet firm light. “I would say: Of course we can. As long as you are willing to give, willing to fight, and willing to believe—you will eventually spread your wings again, fly through the clouds, and return to that sacred land.”
“This is not a lie, this is hope.” His voice lowered, yet became all the more sincere. “You are not losers, but warriors whose mission is not yet complete. You are not fallen, but children on their way home. So remember—work hard for Ian, and you will return to heaven.”
This is not just a slogan, but a promise;
This is not a scam, but an opportunity;
This is not a lie, but a choice. Working for me is a test of your will, letting you know the suffering of all beings; live streaming is about connecting with the world, letting you understand their worries and anxieties.
"The 007 work hours are also meant to allow everyone to experience and understand the time when God created the world in seven days! How can we meet God without going through trials and tribulations!"
He stretched out his hand.
Pointing to the distant night sky:
"Look, the starlight has not faded, and Heaven is still waiting for you to return." This speech was truly a great success, as if the little mustache had possessed him, and it resonated with the hearts of almost every angel.
The angels were silent.
This was followed by thunderous applause and cheers.
The angels were so moved by the presentation that some even began to shed tears. Later, the angels rushed to sign the contracts, afraid of missing out on this "precious opportunity."
The white and black angels had no objection to the contract that they belonged to Ian 24/7, since it was perfectly reasonable for the Lord's test to require working around the clock.
To know.
They used to brainwash people with the same PUA tactics they encountered when they encountered penitents, using the same words that they needed to restrain their behavior 24 hours a day, every moment.
now.
It's their turn to need redemption.
Naturally, they would desperately try to grasp this hope of salvation—no one could say for sure whether Ian's behavior was just an absurd hoax, or perhaps the angels could truly gain the necessary tempering from this experience.
Angels were bowing and worshipping Ian, and hymns of praise echoed through the dilapidated church. Ian stood on a makeshift pulpit, holding a cup of milk tea with three times the amount of pearls.
He was in high spirits, but it didn't last long, because suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure silently entering the church, which had no complete roof, accompanied by angels.
Morpheus, the god of dreams, lifted his foot, took a step, and in the next moment, without any of the angels realizing it, he arrived in front of a fairly intact chair and slowly sat down.
He didn't say anything. He just calmly watched Ian, who had realized he was there and started frantically slurping his milk tea, his cheeks puffing out twenty-four times a second.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +199]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +199]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +199]
……
As system notifications continued to appear, Ian finally received the upgrade he had hoped for.
[Level Up!]
【Entropy Annihilation Lord Lv11 [1300/10240]】
Strength: 332-384
[Physical fitness: 375-401]
Intelligence: 25.0-26.1
[Spirit: 129-136]
Before upgrading, Ian's attributes were nourished by divine power and had a slight improvement, but the upgrade was obviously the main improvement, and he became stronger again.
at the same time.
Without Ian even realizing it, the angelic glory around him grew ever brighter, and a divine aura flowed around him, a sight that only the angels could see.
"Lord Ian must be acting on the Lord's will!"
"This radiance, this majesty... there's no mistake!"
The angels saw this.
They all believed that Ian was an archangel who descended to earth with the will of the Lord.
otherwise.
Why did the already overwhelming glory emanating from Ian intensify even further after his speech? Clearly, this demonstrates God's growing trust in this archangel!
He's doing the right thing!
The angels grew even more fervent and convinced. Of course, Ian paid no attention to this; he stopped his speech and, while exchanging glances with the Dream God not far away, slurped down his milk tea.
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +134]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +99]
[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +78]
……
Every second counts.
Ian was also trying his best to minimize his losses.
【Entropy Lord Lv11 [4300/10240]】 He really drank himself into a full stomach, to the point that his body was overloaded to the point where it was difficult to absorb and convert the experience points.
Ian was quite disappointed that the skill "Ultimate Hunger" was still missing some skill points to upgrade. He even considered taking out a loan from the system to borrow skill points to increase his body's capacity to process loads.
"..."
As Ian's cheeks bulged from 24 times per second to 68 times per second, like a starving ghost being reincarnated, Morpheus, the God of Dreams, finally couldn't maintain his composure.
"You should return my things."
The Dream God's voice was soft, yet it caused the temperature in the entire church to plummet. Ian hurriedly wiped his mouth, but before he could respond, Morpheus had already raised his pale finger.
He snapped his fingers lightly—
"Snapped."
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The angels remained frozen in their kneeling posture, Madison's hand holding the live broadcast equipment was suspended in mid-air, and even the falling dust seemed to stand still in the air.
The only ones still able to move were Ian, holding the milk tea, and the Dream God, who was slowly approaching. The angels, having lost their glory, were naturally unable to escape the Dream God's power.
In fact.
Aside from having an extra pair of wings compared to humans, and probably not needing to sleep to replenish their energy, angels are really no different from mortals; they can't even move an object with their thoughts.
“Okay, okay.” Ian is a man of principle, so he usually keeps his promises. He reluctantly handed the wet sandbag back to Morpheus.
"Da da da~"
Morpheus stared at his soaked sandbag. He dared not ask Ian what kind of milk Ian used for his milk tea. This ancient god, who knew little about Ian, was afraid of hearing a frightening answer.
He carefully examined the remaining dream sand inside.
Their silence deepened.
"Um..." Ian blinked, then suddenly put on an embarrassed expression, "Could you leave me a little more? Just a little bit! I helped you find the sandbag, so you should repay me a little."
His words carried a hint of greed, though not entirely greedy.
The Dream God's hand visibly trembled twice. He stared at Ian in silence for a long time, and finally grabbed a small handful of sand from the sandbag and slapped it heavily into Ian's palm.
"As expected, you're the most generous. I'm going to create a generosity ranking for you and Miss Death." Ian was easily satisfied, and he happily poured the gravel into his milk tea cup.
A few tiny crystals slipped through his fingers and silently seeped into the ground. Morpheus didn't stop them; he simply looked silently at the uneven church floor.
The gravel didn't disappear; it seemed to be pulled by some force, constantly sinking down, sinking through layers of soil ten meters, a hundred meters, and many, many meters deep.
It eventually landed on a roof made of a special alloy.
Its texture is unusual, as if it possesses its own will. The moment it comes into contact with the metal, it begins to slowly seep in. In the gaps invisible to the naked eye, it slips in silently, like a drop of water falling into the soil, passing through the defense system, data cables, and steel structure without a sound, and finally landing in the space beneath the alloy roof.
at last.
The sand, barely visible to the average person, lay silently on the ground in front of a pair of combat boots. The blinding white light illuminated the entire laboratory. The owner of the boots sensed something and looked down, but saw nothing.
"Bruce, what are you planning to do?" The Flash, Barry Allen, sat inside the transparent isolation chamber, his fingers nervously tapping his knees.
He watched as Batman outside performed some operations. Batman stood in front of complex equipment, holding a test tube in each hand. The test tube in the superhero's left hand shimmered with rainbow-like light, like solidified aurora, while the test tube in his right hand contained a viscous black substance that occasionally emitted a morbid glow.
"As expected, you retained some of that pollutant, which is not a safe practice. It could adapt to the environment and contaminate you silently."
The Flash's eyes were fixed on the black test tube.
His voice carried an unusual seriousness. Batman did not answer immediately. He placed the two test tubes into the centrifuge, and the instrument immediately emitted a low hum.
“I’ve been infected too.” Bruce’s voice was hoarser than usual as he continued to operate the dashboard. “It’s just that my symptoms are more subtle than yours and Clark’s.”
"So I'm going to try to save myself."
Clearly, after self-examination, Batman, whose personality was somewhat out of control, finally realized where the problem lay, even though he couldn't remember the dreams he had before.
"Clark's feelings about you were actually correct!"
The Flash, startled, paused for a moment before turning his gaze to the rainbow test tube: "What's in there? Can it save us? I think you'd be better off using me for your experiment."
"If you completely lose control because of a dangerous experiment, it won't just be you who's doomed." This is what he and the other Justice League members are most worried about.
“This is a special substance I collected from the air in Metropolis when I dealt with a witch before Ian.” Batman stopped his work and turned to look at him. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, appeared exceptionally deep in the cold light of the laboratory. “Actually, the isolation pod you're in right now isn't protecting me.”
This statement is chilling when you think about it carefully.
The Flash started pounding on the glass dome.
however.
He couldn't stop Batman from making his own decision.
God knows if Batman was deeply influenced by this decision.
Before he could finish speaking, Bruce had already taken out the fused reagent and, under the Flash's shouts and horrified gaze, the Gotham savior injected it into his carotid artery without hesitation.
"Wait! You should at least do some animal testing—"
The Flash's exclamation abruptly ceased.
Batman had already collapsed onto the bed that had been prepared beforehand, as if he had entered some strange dream, and the expression on his face began to become painful yet resolute.