I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Sheep whip...

Lamb loin…

Chinese chives……

Lingpingan looked at the things placed in front of him and slowly pursed his lips.

"My aunt... I think the matter is not big enough!" He sighed and stuffed everything into the bottom of the refrigerator.

A small thing, the size of a pigeon, landed on his shoulder.

The tentacles on the little guy's body hang down one by one.

The compound eyes covering the body surface flicker with an inexplicable color.

Lingpingan nodded as if he understood: "That's it..."

After saying that, he closed the refrigerator door, took his pet, and walked down the stairs.

The bookstore is still very quiet.

Pedestrians came and went in a hurry at the door.

Lingpingan sat at the counter, leaned on the chair, and slowly fell asleep.

Just like silkworms spinning silk.

There was a faint invisible mist lingering around him.

Also haunting this bookstore.

call……

call……

There seemed to be a voice wandering around the bookstore.

Like a lullaby, it echoes in Lingpingan's ears.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

Maybe just a few minutes.

In short, at a certain moment, Lingpingan opened his eyes.

"I understand!" He raised his head and said seriously.

"So that's it..." He finally understood these voices.

What are those sounds he often hears in his dreams?

That was the Infinite World, the Lord of the Infinite Universe's Outer Gods and the Old Ones, trying to initiate a souvenir chat with him.

Most of the content is very simple.

"Hello……"

"How are you?"

Basically, it’s just like the online dating jokes.

Hello... have you eaten? doing what?

Of course, there is some content, maybe something.

But these things are basically drowned in massive redundant information.

And the interesting thing is...

Lingpingan found that he seemed to have preset some program and had been replying to these chats regularly.

That was a complicated reply.

It's like the sound made by a star rotating on its axis.

Basically, it means: I'm fine!

This is what he can understand and know now.

If you want to continue to delve deeper, you have to be smarter.

But he can't be smart.

He tried, listening to a message.

Click, click, click...

It sounds like a radiation signal of a certain frequency.

In his ears, it was automatically translated into a meaning he could understand.

"Hello……"

It's just a simple hello. How about another one?

Kabaka Bababaka…

It also means 'Hello...' - roughly what it means.

Change another one?

Didi Didi...Dettol Dettol Dettol...

Lingpingan frowned slightly.

This sound...is interesting!

"The fragments of the world of mountains and seas are being transported..."

Lingpingan blinked and understood.

This is a guy on a transport/escort mission reporting on his progress.

That's a guy who works directly for him.

The purpose of transportation is...

Let this world adapt to his existence.

To put it simply, it means laying the foundation.

Make the house stronger!

After understanding this, Lingpingan closed his eyes.

"So...as I 'grow up', has the world become a little unbearable?"

Think about it too.

He wasn't even born before.

This world has almost been turned into a world full of holes by him.

As he 'grows up', such a world is obviously unbearable.

Therefore, something must be found to expand the foundation of the world.

The world of mountains and seas is a selected material.

As he understood this.

He also understood many other things.

"The Nightmare Legend... turns out to be this!" he thought.

“Train the world’s ability to protect itself!”

The universe is dangerous and dark.

There are countless civilized hunters lurking in the void.

For high-level civilizations, low-level civilizations are hunted and made into specimens.

Not only to eliminate competitors, but also to protect ourselves!

Outer gods love tribute.

Particularly fond of those tributes paid by an entire civilization.

That will be their pleasure and reward.

Therefore, every advanced civilization will hide itself.

How to hide?

Simple!

Separate the world in which you live from the universe.

Hidden between the gaps in the void, existing within the barriers of the world.

And constantly shifting coordinates.

The top civilizations can even dance on the timeline.

Constantly shifting the time and space coordinates of their own civilization makes it impossible to lock them in.

In this way, other hunters can only look for civilizations that have not learned to hide themselves.

Stay strong and fish!

This is the source of the quietness of the universe.

Those who can hide themselves have already done so.

You won’t hide it, if you show any trace, you will be found!

And the end result is to be made into specimens and dedicated to outer gods or greater beings.

The end result is that all civilizations are constantly involving.

Fight each other!

Because tribute is very important.

If you fail to provide tribute on time, you will be torn apart by the outer gods!

Because there are a large number of alien gods who are longing for the destruction of civilization.

Of course, the nightmare space is a training institution.

Training for the battlefields of this world.

A place where they can learn to protect themselves and hide themselves.

After thinking about this, Lingpingan sighed.

"This is all to make me feel at ease..."

He will leave eventually.

He will eventually become a monster.

When that day comes, many people hope that he can remain himself.

At least I can remember it now.

After all, in the past he was...a mindless, blind chaos.

There is no good or evil, and no partiality.

Just instinct.

Therefore, many people are afraid of him.

Afraid that he would wake up, and even more afraid that he would restore everything!

then……

Then there was him.

A wise and moral gentleman.

After understanding this, Lingpingan laughed.

"That's a good idea!" The corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

He straightened everything out.

Except for one thing...

Since he was unwise and chaotic before.

But it’s very, very strong.

So, who could make him become what he is now?

"No one except myself!" Lingpingan smiled.

So he might not have been completely chaotic and unintelligent in the past.

Perhaps, from a long time ago.

He had some thoughts and ideas.

I want to experience this life!

Thinking like this, the sky gradually darkened.

It's night!

Lingpingan began to feel energetic.

He stood up and turned on the light.

His shadow reflected on the ground under the light.

There seemed to be countless eyeballs, densely packed in the shadows.

Lingpingan raised his hand subconsciously.

"Oops!" he said, "I forgot, I can't think too much now!"

He was obviously thinking too much just now.

so……

His current 'entropy' has become so great that his shadow has undergone strange changes at this time of night!

This is irreversible.

"So, I will be half human and half monster from now on?" He murmured.

His instinct told him that the situation was worse than that!

Because he is not a monster at all!

It's a monster!

The kind of monster that would kill anyone even if they took a look at it - regardless of whether he was well-intentioned or malicious.

To see him is to die!

Because nothing can be understood!

The human brain is not capable of comprehending and containing in one go all that is instilled in the moment of witnessing his shadow.

Just like a computer's graphics card, it can't handle it.

It burned with a snap.

"What can I do?" he asked himself.

That omnipotent, omniscient self.

In the shadow, there was a strange voice, which answered him calmly: "Have a baby!"

"Have a baby?" Lingpingan blinked, he didn't dare to think about it again.

so……

Can I only have one child?

but……

With whom?

Now where can he find someone willing to have a child with him?

The voice in the shadow screamed.

"Maybe I can suppress the mutation temporarily!"

"Who are you?" Lingpingan was confused.

"I am you!" said the voice in the shadow, "Have you forgotten?"

"The descendant of ancient martial arts is in the city!"

"I am Xuanjun!"

Lingpingan remembered that he had written a novel.

The descendants of ancient martial arts are in the city!

The protagonist of the novel is finally known as Xuanjun.

He punched Nanshan Nursing Home and kicked Beihai Kindergarten. He was invincible in the book.

Thinking of this, Lingpingan hesitated.

"Xuanjun?"

"That Alexandre Dumas?"

In that novel, in order to make ends meet, he naturally followed the harem trend.

Therefore, the protagonist of the novel ended up having so many wives and concubines that even he, the author, could not remember them all.

So much so that some readers criticized it for missing women.

The voice lingered in Lingpingan's heart.

"Don't worry!"

"We are one!"

"You can replace me anytime!"

Lingpingan understood that he was right.

So he nodded: "Okay!"

……………………

"Best!" The young man suddenly lowered his head and looked at the little black cat at his feet.

The black-haired cat goddess could be seen clearly in his eyes.

Meow!

The kitten meowed, a little hesitant and a little scared.

"Don't be afraid!" The man laughed: "I dare not blaspheme you!"

After all, cat goddesses are pets.

And he was just a mutation of an idea.

Although, this idea is a combination of some incarnations that have been broken long ago, and the stitch monsters are reassembled together.

But in the end...

The status is still not as good as that of pets.

After all, pets can be cute, but he may be dismissed as unnecessary.

Therefore, this opportunity is once in a lifetime and extremely important!

Trust must be earned!

The trust of the original Chaos Core.

Otherwise, if a thought flashes across his mind, he may be thrown into the trash can like those deleted documents, never to emerge.

Not to mention winning a little freedom!

Just like that Wutian Buddha!

Thinking of Wutian Buddha, the man sighed.

What luck!

So good that it makes him jealous!

When he gets jealous, his whole face becomes gloomy.

The skin on the back of the hand and the eyeballs are all moving.

Every eyeball is as sharp as the edge of a sword.

This is the legacy of the former Xuanjun.

The power of a primal incarnation from long ago!

Xuanjun, who enters the Tao with a sword!

Xuanjun in a certain urban bubble.

The two blend together and are indistinguishable from each other.

So, he is now a half-human, half-god monster.

Thinking of this, what did the man seem to hear?

He quickly stood up and let the poor pet go.

"Master... don't worry, I won't mess around!"

"No matter what, I'm just a character in your writing!"

"I will do as you ask!"

"Every choice I make, I will ask for your opinion!"

With that said, the man looked towards the bookstore.

He murmured to himself: "Master, please allow me to find a weapon in your collection!"

"I use a sword!"

As if he had been given permission, he followed his memory and came to the bookshelf.

He knelt down and pulled out a heavy box from under the bookshelf.

The box is very heavy.

He tried his best to drag it out.

This made him sigh at the greatness of his master.

The box was opened, and in his eyes, each of the extremely dazzling treasures bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

Those who are close to vermilion are red; those who are close to ink are black!

Most of these things are just ordinary things.

But because of their owners, they are already extraordinary.

Even, with intelligence.

In the box, there was an old rag doll with its mouth open and clicking.

The broken glass eyeball was beating.

A construction truck toy under the doll made a rumbling engine sound.

Several strings of beads collided with each other.

In the far corner, there was even a figure holding a sword, jumping hard in the box.

It's imagining jumping out.

But without permission, it will never come out.

To it, this box may be wider and deeper than the universe!

The young man ignored it all.

He understood that it was impossible for these things to see him.

Only he can see them.

He gently reached out and took out a plastic dagger from the bottom of the box.

The plastic daggers that cost three yuan a piece were displayed on street stalls more than ten years ago.

He picked it up and blew the dust off it.

"What a sword!" He praised and gently pulled out the plastic sword.

Cold light radiates.

The structure under its plastic surface has already become harder than a neutron star!

This is indeed a good sword.

A sword that would kill anyone if it touched it.

Holding the sword in his hand, he remembered many things.

Xuanjun’s past is back!

…………………………

Zhou Ke finally cooked the takeaway.

Squid tentacles, octopus...

He put it on carefully.

Then, when he walked to the door, Aning was already waiting for him.

He looked at Aning, and the tentacles under the human skin squirmed slightly.

"Tonight, Aning, you have to help brother!" He said seriously.

The innocent and cute little girl nodded.

So Zhou Ke started the electric donkey and drove towards the destination under the cover of night.

……………………

Lingpingan feels amazing now.

He can still see and feel the outside world.

It's just that the perspective is a bit strange.

It's like turning on a panoramic view.

It’s as if he is a piece of sophisticated camera equipment.

Everything can be seen at a glance, no matter how big or small it is.

On the other hand, from this perspective, he found that he could actually think without restraint.

Because the resulting entropy does not increase on him.

But the guy who calls himself ‘Xuanjun’.

This is a bit fun.

He had never felt so relaxed and content since he found out he was a monster.

So much so that he once had the idea of ​​‘just let it be like this’.

Of course, this idea was thrown out of his consciousness as soon as it appeared.

On the one hand it's because it's impossible.

Nothing can withstand his entropy!

Not even his incarnation or thought!

Therefore, even if he wanted to, the guy named Xuanjun wouldn't dare.

On the other hand, it is a very simple truth: How can fate be left to outsiders?

Even if it’s my own thoughts!