One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "Which character does Xingdou want to choose?" Wen Lun let go of the character selection cursor and handed it to Xingdou.

    "It's fine." The black-haired, green-eyed boy had already taken off his glasses to protect his eyesight, and the braids that he had tied at random did not loosen, revealing a fair and delicate face, which looked transparent. With a cool meaning.

    Wen Lun stared at the pair of deep green pupils, paused for a moment, then raised a smile: "Then I choose the young Zhongquan, and I will trouble classmate Xing Dou for the role of god."

    Xingdou did not speak, and took the cursor representing the **** character.

    Seeing that the two had finished discussing the role assignment, Feng Xuesong, who was waiting on the side, also completed the scene setting and nodded to them: "Then ask the two students to stand in the virtual scene and prepare to perform."

    Xing Dou and Wen Lun walked into the scene area according to the words.

    At the moment of entering, the huge virtual light screen flashed numbers and white lights in the air, and the floor also changed its external shape rapidly, gathering like pieces of a puzzle. Growing, the river is gurgling, and the rustling wind and human voices are gradually rising.

    The place that was born from fantasy is restored and reproduced in the breath, and it comes into view.

    The two people who held the character cursor also reshaped their clothes and hairstyles in the scattered light spots, and turned them into images that fit the characters.

    A story about a boy and a **** is re-interpreted here.

    [In the chaotic world, a **** descended one day.

    The gods traveled the world, overlooking the world, and finally could not bear the human beings to **** in the dark, and gave them light and hope.

    From then on, human beings have what can be called the beginning of history.

    Humans yearn for gods, build temples for him, shape gods, offer incense and beliefs, look forward to gods' blessings, and express their gratitude.

    The gods lived alone at the end of the world after that.

    Humans must not easily seek gods, because that is blasphemy and betrayal. 】

    The ragged and scarred young man stood in front of the gods and described such a legend in his own slightly clumsy language.

    "If you know this, why are you here?"

    Wearing a light white robe that reached the ground, the expression of a **** with black hair and a shawl was hidden in the shadows, looking down at the young man under the throne, and asked inexplicably.

    "I am a child abandoned by the gods, everyone says so." The pink-haired boy said self-deprecating words with a cheerful smile on his face, "I can't see the miracles that everyone is talking about. , I don't understand why I have to pray day after day. So I want to meet the gods, the gods who created this world."

    "If I come to see you, it means betrayal, then I, who have long been abandoned by you, must be qualified to come. Maybe in this world, only I can come to see the gods."

    The young man named Zhong Quan looked at the gods with amazingly bright eyes.

    The **** was silent for a moment, then chuckled for a while, and slowly descended from the throne.

    A **** with a faceless expression is enough to possess all things without saying a word.

    Zhong Quan opened his mouth slightly, his eyes dazed.

    In a trance, he heard the promise of the gods: "You have a very interesting soul. Such a soul is not excluded here."

    Then the gods left with a flick of his sleeve, and took away a piece of skylight and a ray of spring breeze.

    The boy who understood the meaning of God's words foolishly looked at his back for a while, and then followed in a panic.

    The uncontrollable smile was hidden in the corner of the boy's grin.

    The Kingdom of God has its first and only guest.

    Zhong Quan, as he said, does not worship God, nor is he afraid of everything related to God. He asked questions naturally, breathing in what he didn't understand.

    "Lord God, why do you have to set a destiny?"

    "The destiny is the path arranged for the still immature world. Those who follow the path can achieve the reincarnation of the world. The world grows from this."

    "Then what would happen if someone violated the destiny one day?" After pondering, Zhong Quan suddenly asked a slightly rebellious question.

    But he didn't seem to be offended, and looked at the **** a few steps away, wanting to get an answer.

    The black-haired and green-eyed **** gave him a deep look and replied calmly: "The destiny is hard to defy."

    "If someone really violates the destiny and disrupts the reincarnation I set, it will prove that the world no longer needs the destiny."

    The gods said all of this, but it seems that there is still something to hide.

    But he didn't intend to say any more, turned around, and took care of the shape of a cloud with magic.

    Zhong Quan stared thoughtfully at the figure of the **** performing magic, rarely suppressing his curiosity and not asking.

    Time is meaningless to the gods, but for a young man, it is enough to grow branches in an instant, turning into a strong and powerful youth.

    "You seem to have grown up." One day, when the gods were drawing the nebula's trajectory as usual, he noticed this.

    "Yes, Lord God." The calm pink-haired man smiled as always, "According to human calculations, I am an adult."

    "Yeah." The **** nodded, then as if remembering something, he asked him inquiringly, "Does human beings receive gifts when they reach adulthood?"

    In recent years, he has also understood the meaning of gifts from human teenagers.

    "That's right, does Lord God want to give me a gift?" Zhong Quan's eyes lit up brightly, "If I can, I want a handful of everything. A sword that can be severed."

    "The sword?" The **** frowned suspiciously, "Humans have always prayed for gold and silver treasures, wealth and glory, do you only want this?"

    "Well, this is enough." Zhong Quan replied without hesitation.

    The gods fulfilled his wish and gave him a powerful sword. This sword has since become a treasure that he will not leave his hands for a moment.

    "By the way, does Lord God know that there is a new idea in the lower realm?" One day, Zhong Quan was wiping his sword while chatting in the garden where the stars twinkled.

    "I don't know." The god's answer was particularly indifferent, and he didn't care how the youth who had been staying here learned about the lower realm.

    He was taking care of a withered flower, but he did not use divine power to force it back to life, but just watered it like ordinary people and gave sunshine.

    "What a pity." The pink-haired young man looked at the flower along his line of sight, and sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing at the flower or the gods.

    From this day on, Zhong Quan's whereabouts became unpredictable, and the figure of the gods who often accompanied him gradually disappeared.

    Nothing could be seen on the snow-covered face.

    They have a slogan called "Gods are dead, all beings should rise".

    From the leader known as Dawn - Zhong Quan.

    When the gods saw Zhong Quan again, the youth of the past lost his innocence and confusion, and became powerful and indestructible.

    "Long time no see, Lord God." Wearing a black suit, the pink-haired youth waved freely to the **** sitting on the throne.

    "..." The **** didn't speak, just looked at him.

    Seeing that Zhong Quan couldn't get an answer, he walked up the steps on his own, stood on the altar without hesitation, and came to him.

    "Why didn't you answer me?" The pink-haired young man sighed, very helpless, and took out a box from behind him like a magic, "Obviously I brought you a gift. "

    "...Today is not my birthday." The black-haired, green-eyed **** glanced at the box and shook his head slightly.

    "I know that gods don't have birthdays." Zhong Quan smiled brightly, "But it's not just birthdays that get gifts."

    He opened the box lightly, revealing the beautiful black gems inside.

    Then quickly pierced the gem into the god's chest.

    The dark color of pollution erodes the brilliance, and in the blink of an eye, the breath of the gods is faint.

    "When you say goodbye, you will also receive a gift." The pink-haired young man said softly, looking at the **** who felt the pain and curled up his hands and feet for a moment.

    "You don't seem surprised at all, did you expect it?" Zhong Quan held the rare and rare sword, slowly approaching the god, the sharp sword light flashed on the god's chest , "Or, never believed me?"

    "..." The **** still did not answer. Regret and resentment have never been with him.

    "So, why don't you want to talk to me?" Looking at the appearance of the god, the pink-haired young man murmured, and the sword's tip pierced the white robe, splashing gold. of light.

    It is the blood of the gods.

    "It turns out that this is really a sword that can cut everything." Zhong Quan stared at the rapidly weakening god, and pulled the corners of his mouth, but failed to evoke the arc, instead he became a A weird expression that doesn't smile.

    "It helped me cut off the past, cut off the memory, and now cut off the past of the world." He recalled word by word, and slowly knelt down beside the god, holding up The gradually cooling hands.

    There were tears that fell from the young man's sudden mourning eyes.

    "Now, are you satisfied? Lord God."

    The **** opened his eyes tiredly, and the young man's painful expression was printed in the deep green pupils.

    "I have helped you unravel the destiny you wished for. Now, you are free." Zhong Quan lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "My lonely, gentle Lord God, alone in The god-sama who is waiting at the end of the world, the god-sama who is bound by the destiny."

    "...God I love, you are free."

    The black-haired and green-eyed **** looked back at him for a long time, as if to remember the unspeakable sad figure forever.

    Finally, he reached out and touched the tears of the youth.

    It was transparent and sad.

    When the gods came to this world, they saw things flowing from people's hearts.

    The moment of moving makes the gods willing to use themselves as constraints, become nourishment, and give the world new hope.

    "Today, the flowers I raised bloomed." The gradually dissipating **** softened his voice for the first time, as if comforting, "It's a beautiful flower. So, don't take this crying face to see it."

    "In the future, there will be more flowers." He said so, and closed his eyes quietly.

    The pink-haired boy held up the scattered light spots, gritted his teeth and didn't want to cry: "Yeah." However, there were still transparent raindrops that instantly wet the ground.