He traveled to a parallel world with his adult soul, and just wanted to be a salted fish waiting to die in the magic city——
He entered high school with a perfect score in the high school entrance examination. He pretended to be a coward when provoked by the swordsman. When he saw his beautiful sister Chen Xuan, he shouted "Hello, sister". He hid his memory palace as his trump card, thinking that he could avoid all troubles in this way.
Until the shadow of the last train on Line 3 swallows his shadow, until the rose handed over by the gentle sister Chen Xuan pierces the back of his heart, until the truth of "the awakening of the divine skeleton" is automatically pieced together in the memory palace——
"Do you think you can escape by lying down?" The nun in a black dress pierced his eardrum with a tuning fork. "Your blood is the ticket to kill the God."
When the Zhuyin Fissure swallowed up the Bund, when the boy with mechanical prosthetics pressed the button of the satellite cannon, when the Hidden Mist Village in his memory overlapped with the bloody rose in front of him, Lu Li discovered:
The swords he was forced to learn, the grudges he was forced to bear, the tenderness and betrayal he was forced to endure had already crushed his "lying flat" into a staircase leading to the throne of God.
"I really don't want to be a god-killer..."
While complaining, he swung his sword to split the ribs of the divine skeleton, and the faces of all the victims flashed in the memory palace——
Then let this damn era of divine bones end in my hands.
The pseudo-salted fish is forced to go on the road of becoming a god: in the early stage, he goes to the extreme, and in the later stage, chopping gods is like chopping vegetables. The memory palace hides the strategies of the entire universe, and the gentlest redemption is always the deadliest hunt.
