Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

The world before Fenmu's eyes flashed, and he once again returned to the foggy world that blocked his progress.

There used to be countless pale arms stretched out on the ground, but now there are only a few. There is a smooth road behind Fenmu. This is all the result of his victory. There are only a few hands left in front. If he is more agile, it will be over in a few seconds.

He gritted his teeth and destroyed the last few differentiated "selves" in one go, without lingering on any of them.

If you meet someone, kill someone, and if you kill someone, leave.

In just a few moments, he returned to the fog gate world again, and he could complete the ritual by just taking one more step forward.

But he sat slumped on the ground, his thoughts still stuck in Verdanti's world. Is that an existence of his own imagination, or did such a "destiny" really come to his "self" world?

"Actually, I still have a lot of questions that I haven't asked yet. Why did you drive me away all of a sudden?"

He scratched his hair depressedly, and his black hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

"It's also my problem. When I see a beautiful butt, I can't think straight."

Suddenly, his body was suddenly pulled by someone, and he stumbled backwards. When he opened his eyes, he found Verdanti standing behind him, looking down at her.

"Then what? I saw you were speaking so sensationally and thought you had cooled off. Why did you run out again?"

Fenmu suddenly had doubts about life. Wasn't his depressed look just a waste of expression?

"Otherwise, how could I see you frustrated, melancholy, and sad~" The purple-haired woman spread her hands innocently, still holding the ribbon around Fenmu's neck.

Fenmu realized that his emotions were being played with, and he cursed in his heart for a while. While his mind was still functioning normally, he asked about the business:

"Well, what is your self-explanation about?"

"It's probably meaningless to explain the principle to you. You just understand that the raw materials for weaving the future of this world are gone. It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. The silk thread is gone. If the loom is broken, it's hard for me to do it." , and then give the world here a little refreshment."

Fenmu lay looking at her like this. Verdanti felt that she was too tired to stand and talk, but sitting on the ground was against her image. She chose to hold Fenmu up and ask him to sit up straight, while she Sitting on his broad shoulders.

"Will the future change because your power fades? I mean, I don't quite understand. I feel that the destiny of every existence is to find its own way."

"Of course, destiny will not weave a clear future for you, but it will pave a way for you, provide you with a platform and opportunities. Without the continuation of destiny, the fire of this world will gradually dim and extinguish. Reduced to the edge, just like those ownerless dreams, haven't you seen them before? Those worlds where even demigods cannot be born."

Fenmu somewhat understood that what Verdanti meant was that the continued destiny represented the "vitality" and "vitality" of the world.

After the era of the resurrection of the gods arrives, the shackles of the sixth level are broken, and even demigods can come out. This is the "vitality" of the world, and the previous world where the sixth level has blocked generations of people is obviously insufficient in stamina. .

"Did you start the era of resurgence of the gods?" Fenmu felt that she was sitting unsteadily and reached out to hold her thigh.

"Almost. There is not only one world, but each world carries someone's dream. The deep and deep dreams are not the powerful characters in the ancient era who shattered the silent dreams. But the world I have been watching, the location It’s quite special, almost the center of many worlds.”

"Center...?" Fenmu selectively ignored part of the understanding, did not think about the inner world, and only focused on the results of all this.

"Well, the center means attraction. In those worlds where the flames are extinguished, there will be 'wanderers' in the process of disintegration, just like your master. The center of this world will uncontrollably attract those wandering strangers. .”

"Even the soul?"

"Yes, you are in a similar situation." Verdanti nodded, and what she was talking about was naturally what Fenmu thought she was traveling through time. "But did you become the soul of the baby, or did the baby absorb your memory?"

Fenmu giggled. This kind of question couldn't scare him. After all, he was the one who had completed the ceremony.

"That's not important anymore. If I belonged to the personality of that memory before I was a baby, then I will only be me now, and I will only have this unique feeling at this moment."

"Yes. The extinction of this world is due to this characteristic of automatically attracting creatures from other lands. I used to think it was quite good. This excitement brought creativity to this world and created the glory of many eras. But those gods from foreign lands The destructive power to this world is also huge. They regard this place as a paradise, but the paradise has to be closed. But when they have fun, they take out the firewood of the paradise to burn it so that they can continue to play."

Fenmu suddenly realized: "So you want me to close the door for you and drive them away?"

"That's what I mean, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm tired of seeing the world. What happens here in the future depends not on fate, but on luck."

After probably finishing everything he wanted to say, Verdanti stretched with relief and made a hearty sound that made people think of him.

"Then do you mind if I ask about my identity? What is the flower of disaster, and why did a big flower spit me out? Do I have the identity of a powerful boss in my previous life?"

Fenmu felt that this was very possible. He was not bragging. Just from the knowledge of blacksmithing that he was born with, he felt that he must have a background that would make him blush if he said anything.

"That's not true. In terms of your memory, except for this foreign memory and knowledge, everything else is brand new from the factory. You can also understand the flower of disaster as the flower of destruction."

"It's even more domineering. Why didn't I call myself the "Garden Baby of Destruction" back then? "Fen Mu is deeply sorry.

"The basic components of the first half of the First Era are actually just entrenched in that central position. They are all the first steps in the conceptual sequence of disorder, the highest levels of disorder. They are Reproducing and creating each other, the aura of disorder becomes stronger and stronger, and from this powerful disorder, existences that can disrupt this disorder are born, namely these flowers."

Oh...it was just chaos and chaos, and one day it turned out to be something that even the original basic components couldn't handle.

"These flowers of disaster decomposed existences such as dense fog, ancient trees, and ancient dragons, and the decomposed things became the mountains, rivers, and land, and the current world. It can be said that these flowers of destruction are the origin of this world. The beginning of destiny. That period of chaos and disorder actually does not belong to the history of this world."

Fenmu's ceremony is about to end, and the world of Wumen begins to dim, losing color, leaving only a gray patch.

Verdanti stood up, cut off the ribbon around Fenmu's neck, placed a white petal in his hand, and patted his shoulder:

"When you grow up, you have to be a good person when you go out. Don't be paranoid about some weird things. I will be embarrassed too."

Fenmu put the petals in her mouth, for fear of losing them: "Don't make it sound like I'm going to jail... I hope that after I get out, you can pop up next to me and scare me."

Verdanti smiled, reached out to touch his face, and straightened his collar:

"if it is possible."

Chapter Chapter Breeze from the Past

Timeline, before Fenmu dragged the coffin away.

...

Verdanti is a life level that transcends the gods, but her power cannot be measured by ordinary combat power. She belongs to a destiny that even the gods cannot fathom, and is attached to the conceptual context of a certain world.

At this time, she no longer needs to look at the future, she just can't see it.

Because the fate created by the Flower of Disaster has ended, when the invisible future begins, the world will become chaotic and gradually return to the state before the Flower of Disaster arrived.

But before that, the expelled alien gods from all walks of life must have found their way back to this paradise. They come here to have fun and destroy them. When the paradise can no longer hold them, these alien gods will Just pat your butt and leave.

Verdanti still doesn't want to see that kind of awakening come. Although the world is full of holes, at least it still has its prosperity until now. If it suddenly disappears, it will be like a garden that he has worked hard to take care of for a long time. It was completely destroyed by heavy rain.

Well, those worries aside, she had to think about the little one who would be visiting the place in the near future.

By then, he must have already reached the ceremony of becoming a god.

"It's really a pity that I couldn't see him with my own eyes. It's a pity for me, and he will also be a pity. I just need to think of something better."

She sat next to the cracked loom and observed the little one's future.

In fact, it is impossible to see accurate results by observing destiny, and you can only see very conceptual trends.

As small as the fate of an ordinary person, in fact, she could not describe the complete life experience at the moment this person was born.

If this is really the case, then the existence of this world is actually meaningless. Because of unknown accidents and unexpected variables, this world was born from the first half of the chaotic first era.

Having said that, Verdanti can still grasp some key points in the lives of ordinary people from the trends.

The little guy who is about to be born from the Flower of Disaster will have a life just like when the Flower of Disaster first appeared, full of variables and doing all kinds of surprising and incredible things.

It will be even more difficult for Verdanti to observe him, but once he enters the ritual of becoming a god, Verdanti will have more room to operate.

She can guide the little guy's actions, meet him, observe his words and actions in advance, and then prepare answers.

The loom next to it broke, and somewhere in the reef sea, the flower of disaster guided by Verdanti's power broke out, and this world brought an unexpected little member.

Although he knew that he couldn't see much results, Verdanti couldn't help but stare at him, wanting to see what kind of child he would become during the ceremony of becoming a god.

After some observation, Verdanti's face looked a little solemn and depressed:

"...Well, why is it different from the child I expected to have a sense of justice and mission? Why did he end up like this, with a quirk like liking buttocks?"

Forget it, let's make do with it.

She came to the preset broken world, which would be the only way for this little guy to pass. The woman closed her eyes and observed his mental changes during the ceremony of becoming a god.

"We have begun to regain consciousness from the numbness here. Then we have to set the stage for the meeting in advance and let Anastasia's hometown religion provide some convenience. Send some people to be captured by the church knights. I will hide them and then It shouldn’t be too abrupt if you show up.”

This small religion is her "flower field". Verdanti tries to use the flowers grown from seeds to see what Anastasia, a foreigner's hometown, looks like.

Even she herself didn't know how similar this flower was to Anastasia's hometown.

After considering the script, Verdanti began preparations.

In this broken low-level world, everything is still. The throne in the Pope's palace is still empty, and there is an enchanting succubus guarding the side.

[What's your name, Anastasia or Tasia or Sidney? 】

Destiny said that the child would be the first to speak to her like this in the future.

Verdanti adjusted her expression and tone, trying not to let the child who visited here in the future discover that "she" was just an illusion left in the past.

Ahem...

"Name? Verdanti. I have always heard legends about you. After seeing you today, it turns out that there is something different. You are performing some kind of ritual."

After finishing speaking, the woman felt that her tone just now was too heavy and harsh. She spoke again, in a more lively and relaxed tone, looking at the empty papal throne above her and said:

"Name? Verdanti. I've been hearing legends about you..."

After trying several times, she was satisfied and then began to prepare her next sentence.

...

"Really, how can this child still have thoughts about me? Then... forget it, it's his master's face anyway, it's on Anastasia's head, it has nothing to do with me, anyway By that time I was gone.”

After observing another round of fate, Verdanti felt deeply worried about the child who had not yet grown up.

The child who has no mother to take care of him is still a wolf mother in the Huohuo pack. Even before he could speak, Verdanti could observe part of his nature so thoroughly, indicating that this was the clearest and most unchangeable part of his destiny.

After letting the child play with his feet and pampering him, Verdanti felt it necessary to give him a little help.

"Let me say a somewhat heavy farewell here first, and then after he leaves this broken world, I will suddenly appear and scare him."

She came to the fog gate world again, waiting for those who want to reach the god level. There used to be many such worlds, but now there is only one left. In other words, only this child has a chance to become a god, no matter how talented the rest are , and can only be stuck at the peak of demigods.

It's not that Verdanti is stingy about this opportunity, but that this world has lost the "vitality" of birthing gods after the few righteous gods of the Zhengshen Church, and it is impossible to even break through to the sixth level.

Another one-man show ended, and Verdanti also left an image here. When the little guy arrives here in the future, he will see her here to congratulate him on completing his journey to God and taking the last step.

"But when you grow up to be this terrible kid, you still have to scold him a few times."

"I still want to see clearly what this little guy like you will look like in the future, but unfortunately fate can't see clearly either, so I only see your stupid quirks.

Goodbye, although we can't meet each other, the breeze blowing around me now will also blow on you after you arrive. "

You are in the future, but I have seen you grow in the past.

...

One day, the bishop of Starry Sky Diocese said that she observed a change in her destiny.

Times have changed.

Chapter 105 Where is Master Anna?

In the space of the first era, the cocoon-like thick fog surrounding Fen Mu dispersed, and he opened his eyes inside.

Is there any difference in myself? It seems there is, but it seems there is not.

Because only the nouveau riche can clearly feel that their strength is soaring like a sickly gain, Fenmu's strength has long been consolidated in countless hunts, and by the end he already has the ability of a god.

In anticipation, Fenmu felt that he was a butt-hunting god. As soon as a beautiful butt appeared on the land under his feet, he would be the first to appear, and an old monk would come directly to take it as his own.

But now he doesn't even know what kind of god he is. He has the creativity brought by the Flower of Disaster, which is equivalent to holding the scepter of this world, but at the same time, he also has a little control over time.

"It seems that you are already a transcendent in this world, but you are different from the gods in my knowledge. You are a little more complicated than the righteous gods of the Zhengshen Church."

The woman standing in front of Fen Mu and talking to him was the body of Long Ji that he had been groping for for a long time and finally disappeared.

Is the corpse talking?

Fenmu's consciousness has not yet returned to consciousness from the ritual. Countless hunts almost made him forget what happened before he started the ritual. However, after meeting the dragon witch, he recalled everything.

Without answering the Dragon Witch's question, Fenmu asked eagerly:

"How long was my ceremony?"

An ordinary strong person would be furious if his questions were ignored like this, but the Dragon Miko is from a different era after all. Her strength does not need to be proven by others through obedience, but she does not have that violent and troublesome temper.

"I have no concept of time, but according to your understanding, your ceremony is not particularly long, at least not as long as the time I spend sleeping."

I really listened to my sister's words as if I were listening to her.

You were born earlier than Anastasia wandered into this world. As long as I have you for a long time, everything will really be over.

Fenmu chose to use the simplest way to gain knowledge of the outside world. He habitually asked Master Anna.

"Master Anna, Master Anna?"