But when his mom went to cook, his dad sat on the sofa, glanced at his son, and after a moment said: “From now on when you go out, Dad will accompany you.”
Gong Ze felt warm inside. “Dad, I’m already eighteen, not a kid.” But his dad still felt their child needed Dad’s protection when going out.
His dad Gong Haiping laughed, happy about the warm moment with his son, and could not resist patting his son’s shoulder with a palm as big as a fan.
He moved his lips and, with few words and awkwardly, encouraged his genius son: “Doing good deeds is right. Dad is proud of you.”
Gong Ze curved his eyes.
“Thank you, Dad.”
His dad was in such a good mood that he went out and walked a circle. When he came back, he held a big bag of snacks in one hand and a handful of sausages and fried skewers in a plastic bag in the other.
“Why buy this? It’s unhealthy.”
Ruan Aimei said to him.
“I see other kids all eat it.”
His dad said quietly.
“You really are…”
Soon Gong Ze sat on the sofa, a towel spread over his lap by his mom to prevent food from dropping, one hand holding a bowl of chicken soup, the other holding a sausage his dad bought him, happily having an extra meal.
His parents sat on either side watching TV, occasionally pulling a tissue to wipe his mouth. Which child would not envy this treatment?
Gong Ze finished the chicken soup and was just telling his mom he did not want more when suddenly a “zila” electric sound rang in his mind.
Gong Ze paused and frowned at the TV.
The TV was playing a currently popular drama. The ultra-clear large LCD screen showed no sign of malfunction.
“Zila…”
The electric sound rang again. This time Gong Ze heard it clearly. It was not coming from the TV, but from inside his head!
Then, before Gong Ze could react, a familiar ethereal voice sounded:
“Gong Ze? Is that you, Gong Ze? It’s the Main God… zzz… damn zzz… I finally located the re-fused world. Don’t worry, I zzz… am here to help you. This is a zzz… I will do my best to repair… zzz…”
Gong Ze’s heartbeat suddenly sped up.
He thought it was his hallucination. Gong Ze held his breath and shouted quietly in his mind: “Main God??”
This time the Main God’s voice was much clearer: “It’s me. Don’t worry. I’m here.”
Gong Ze: “……………………”
Although he had cursed the Main God as a dog thing countless times.
He had even, to get revenge on the Main God, often had no love with it, only mutual killing.
But at this moment, hearing its voice, Gong Ze only felt like he had drunk a health-restoring potion. His body was pulled out of muddy sludge, suddenly refreshed!
…
The Main God was a bastard.
But Gong Ze still had to say: “It’s really too good to see you, and… I feel disgusted by myself for saying this.”
Main God: “…I am also very glad to see you again, and your mouth still makes me so irritated I want to directly compress you into a zip file.”
Gong Ze instantly laughed.
The Main God’s tone also relaxed a lot.
Scanning his parents from the corner of his eye, Gong Ze asked the Main God in his mind: “So what’s the situation now? I clearly found the memory fragment I wanted, but at the moment of transmigration, the memories of all the worlds I had been to rushed toward me.
Then I woke up and found that Feng Xueping from the second world had become my close friend, Yan Liben and the others from the first world were all there, and also Lu Youling, Sang You, Feng Yuan—”
“Yesterday, on the very first day, I got beaten up for two-timing and ended up in the police station!”
“Calm down.”
The Main God said: “This situation is unprecedented. It can only be said that compared to ordinary people, you have been to too many worlds, and those worlds are all trying to keep you. A normal person’s endpoint is only one world, but your endpoint worlds are too many!”
Gong Ze frowned: “But I’m not the only transmigrator.”
Main God: “Maybe very few transmigrators reach the River of Styx and return to their original world!”
Gong Ze: …
Main God: “This is like a filtering problem. For example: first, of a hundred thousand transmigrator hosts who complete Main God missions and meet retirement conditions, only one percent remain. That’s a thousand people.”
Main God: “Of those thousand, those who get a reliable, responsible Main God and finally have promises fulfilled are only one percent. That’s ten.”
Gong Ze: “So all the other Main Gods are fucking garbage…?”
Main God: “What else? Other Main Gods all draw big pies and wait for you to fight desperately until retirement. Then either they clear your memory and make you a cute newbie starting over, or they swallow you and seize your energy!”
Gong Ze: Too fucked up.
The Main God sighed: “Of the remaining ten lucky hosts, eighty percent don’t return to their own worlds. They casually choose a retirement world and go wild there. Either they can’t get through the River of Styx, or without a Main God guiding them, they spin around in the River of Styx and never find the shore!”
“Seen this way, aren’t you unprecedented!”
Gong Ze: “…”
The Main God’s tone was strange: “Especially you, this guy. You’re actually quite liked by those world consciousnesses. Otherwise, generally speaking, they wouldn’t actively fuse toward you.”
What a talent monster.
Even the Main God was shocked. It did not have this luck. To secretly take their energy, it still had to rely on a group of hosts under it to work.
It was really sour.
It made the Main God look at Gong Ze with envy mixed with a trace of wariness. It said quietly: “If you worked a couple more years, maybe you really could, like that human next door, become a great Main God who overawes a region.”
Gong Ze heard the emotion in its tone. After raising an eyebrow in surprise, a teasing expression appeared in his eyes.
“No need to envy me. I’m not interested in being a Main God. This time you came back to help me, I’ll remember the favor. And didn’t you say it? Main Gods as honest as you are rare. How about this: after this is resolved, after my wife and I live to old age in this world, I’m willing to retire and be rehired with my wife.”
Even a dog-thing Main God was this righteous. Gong Ze would not fail to acknowledge it.
Besides, it originally could have ignored this.
Their agreement was only limited to it sending him back. There was no after-sales service, but it still came.
Gong Ze: “Our transmigration department isn’t only main-attack and main-receive missions. I remember the supporting-role department is short on people, right? My wife and I can treat it as traveling. With the two of us acting, we can earn you even more energy. My wife’s brain is no worse than mine.”
Moreover, how could being lovers with Teacher in one world satisfy Gong Ze?
They could do several more worlds.
And conveniently treat those worlds as tourist attractions, treating missions as roleplay kink grinding!
And when the Main God heard Gong Ze was going to work for free for it, and even bring his wife to work for free for it, the Main God was instantly thrilled!
“Y-you’re telling the truth?!”
Gong Ze: “Of course.”
Main God: …
Main God: Ahhh this is too awesome!
“Wait for me a moment. I’ll release my consciousness right now to investigate the world fusion information!!”
Now it was full of drive, and no longer felt it had come all this way laboriously and consumed a lot of energy at a loss.
Haha! Good gods really do get good returns!
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