People in reality, magic changes to the second dimension Author: Grandpa behind the scenes Summary: A: "Have you ever seen Death?" B: "I've seen it. Ichigo is a rare character whose personality remains unchanged in a long series. He protects people from beginning to end..." A: "No, I'm talking about the story of Ichigo, the tyrant Soul King who constantly beats up the world with his Soul Fist, pinning the strong men of the three realms to the ground and severely humiliating them." B: "What did you say?" A: “Have you watched Naruto?” B: "...Uzumaki Naruto dominates the ninja world?" A: "No, I'm talking about the story of Emperor Uzumaki Naruto, who launched an eternal crusade against the Digital Evil God in the endless subspace."
B: "Don't melt it!" A: "Have you ever watched Detective Conan? The story of Moriarty and Conan fighting super criminals?" B: “Shut up and give me a link.” This book is also known as [The Low-Dimensional God Starts from the Magic Reformed Grim Reaper] and [The Troublemaking God of the Second Dimension]. The author already has three VIP works with a total record of nine million words, so you can rest assured to read them. Death God: The Legend of the Strongest Academy Security Guard 1: Pinxixi God descends As a failed online writer, Mo Yu is "working hard" to write. The reason why I put double quotation marks around "effort" is because Mo Yu, as his name suggests, is a man who knows how to slack off. He sits all day with a pack of cigarettes and a cup of tea, revising a hundred words. Of course, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, for an author, having writer's block is a normal thing. Today, he worked as hard as ever, and after making sure that he was still stuck, he leisurely walked to the window, lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone, and started playing games, beginning a process that was supposedly looking for inspiration but was actually just slacking off. An hour later, Mo Yu closed the game with a gloomy face, because he had failed in all the card pools of Big Moon in Honkai Impact 3rd, Water Dragon King in Genshin Impact, and Mirror Flow in Star Iron. His situation was so miserable that it could not be described. But Mo Yu quickly calmed down. From Shanda to NetEase, from Tencent to MiHoYo, as well as games from many other manufacturers, Mo Yu had already realized that he possessed the bloodline of the ultimate invincible African-American. Drawing cards would result in a shipwreck, which was a natural instinct for him. Mo Yu wondered whether he should continue typing for a while despite his writer's block, but he still found it difficult to make up his mind. After blowing out a smoke ring, Mo Yu looked out the window at the sky, feeling a little confused. The profession of online writer cannot be said to be bad. The working hours and office location are very flexible. After being able to engage in professional writing, the income is also remarkable. However, this profession also has disadvantages. Once you do it for a long time, not to mention the occupational diseases, your social life and life will become more and more monotonous. Moreover, with the development of the times, this industry is becoming more and more competitive. Young authors are pouring in with full of spirituality and creativity. Many old authors' thinking cannot keep up with the times, and they are naturally eliminated by readers and the market. Writing novels is not difficult, but writing novels for a lifetime, or even becoming a serious contemporary novelist, is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Mo Yu’s “writer’s block” is also partly caused by this kind of career confusion. Mo Yu shook his head, suppressed this slightly decadent and negative thought, and decided to fight against the writer's block and type on the keyboard for a while. After all, people are made of iron and steel, and his bank account is not abundant. Although he has raised some determination, he is still sitting in front of the computer without any writing state. His brain is constantly blank, which makes Mo Yu very irritable. He can't help but mutter: "Why don't you just stop writing and go out and find a job? Being a security guard is not bad. It can save you decades of detours!" After complaining for a while, Mo Yu sighed helplessly, lit a cigarette, and then continued to stare at the computer silently. But at this moment, he suddenly heard a vague whisper echoing in his ears:
[O Most High, Most Holy, Most Holy Lord…] Mo Yu was stunned. He looked around suddenly, but couldn't find the source of the voice. Then, the lingering whisper became more intense: 【Lord, darkness has swallowed everything...】 【Oh Lord ……】 Whisper after whisper came swarming in, some high, some low, extremely mournful and fanatical. Mo Yu listened to these sounds and felt a stabbing pain in his brain, as if billions of needles were stirring inside. But at this moment, the computer screen suddenly burst into billions of brilliant lights, swallowing Mo Yu up. After billions of brilliant lights, what came into Mo Yu’s eyes was an indescribable “sea”! This sea exists between illusion and reality, boundless and endless, changing into countless forms every moment. It is extremely mysterious and indescribable, appearing as a silver color to Mo Yu's senses. Gazing at this sea of silver, Mo Yu's brain came to a complete standstill, because as he watched, endless information poured in. This sea is a sea of fantasy reflected by the collective subconscious of all life. It is also a spiritual sea reflected by all inanimate objects. It is an idealistic world that is completely opposite to the material world. Although the Silver Sea is boundless, it is not empty. Countless bubbles, large and small, like islands and countries, float up and down in the Silver Sea, shining brightly. Mo Yu's eyes swept across these bubbles and he glimpsed many indescribable scenes. He saw the ancient gods fighting each other in the ancient land, Ultraman fighting against small monsters in the modern city, and giant robots fighting passionately in the universe... Although Mo Yu understood this information, his stagnant brain was unable to comprehend the meaning of this information. The Silver Sea is not calm at this moment. Unspeakable strange darkness is surging in the deep sea. Every moment of the surge of strange darkness brings earth-shaking and drastic changes to the Silver Sea. Bubbles are bursting one after another. At this moment, Mo Yu's gaze seemed to be attracted by something and turned to a certain direction of the Silver Sea. In an unprecedentedly huge bubble, the heaven was blooming with endless holy light. A majestic being sat on the highest point of the heaven. Amid the loud singing of countless believers, billions of strangely shaped angels flew out of the bubble, riding golden holy ships, wielding weapons of light, and confronting head-on the treacherous darkness surging in the silver sea. Gazing at this heaven, a vast amount of information flowed into his mind, allowing Mo Yu to instantly know that the real name of this heaven was called the Old Testament Heaven. It was the fantasy condensed by the secret oath keeper of a certain faction in the ancient esoteric religion. The heaven was reflected in the silver sea with his fantasy condensed by his devout life. It was a part of the Semitic mythology, and such heavens were as numerous as the stars in the silver sea. But knowing this information is meaningless to Mo Yu, because his brain has completely stopped functioning and he can only passively accept information but cannot actively process any information. It was unknown how long this confrontation lasted, but the result was that the treacherous darkness became even more powerful. Billions of angels fell with broken wings and wailing, Mount Heaven collapsed in raging flames, countless believers wept in pain, and even the majestic existence sitting at the highest point of heaven was gradually annihilated, and everything was swallowed up by the surging and bizarre darkness! This is the end of the myth and the end of the fantasy. Mo Yu's thoughts were completely stagnant, and he just watched indifferently. However, at this moment, he saw the majestic figure sitting at the highest point of heaven. Before he was completely annihilated, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at him from afar. Along with it came an extremely sacred and grand declaration: "Mortals of the real world, I declare to the Silver Sea that my authority and myths will bless you and solidify your existence. My glory and kingdom will be transferred to you and become the foundation of your ascension. My enemies will also follow you like a shadow and become a test for you to ascend to the highest..." Following the sacred declaration, Mo Yu only felt the boundless brilliance sweeping over him, surrounding him and ascending to a higher place. At the same time, his body was constantly expanding, becoming more and more majestic, climbing and advancing infinitely until he was getting closer and closer to some kind of unspeakable, mysterious boundary. Finally, Mo Yu made a great leap and surpassed that boundary... When Mo Yu came back to his senses, he found himself still sitting in front of the computer. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream. "Could it be that the occupational diseases of online writers now also include auditory hallucinations and delirium?" Mo Yu covered his head and muttered to himself, but certain information and sensations that kept emerging in his mind revealed the truth. After a long silence, Mo Yu decided to verify it. Mo Yu looked at the computer. He didn't know when the computer had been turned off. He reached out his hand, pressed the power button, and then said in a solemn tone: "I said, this computer is the carrier of heaven, which demonstrates the power of God..."
Following Mo Yu's command, the 36-inch computer screen, although black, glowed with a faint platinum-colored light. The special effects of the mainframe box placed next to the monitor were even more impressive, with flowing lights and colorful lights. From time to time, layers of wings would float around, appearing and disappearing at will. The two small speakers that he bought for thirty yuan were vibrating slightly at this moment, and loud and magnificent music echoed: "Holy, Holy, Praise the Lord! Holy, Holy, Praise the Lord!" Even the keyboard and mouse, which had been marinated with cigarette ash and hand sweat for years, were now brand new and emitting a holy light. Looking at his own computer with flashing special effects, Mo Yu thought for a long time and finally confirmed that his 4,000 yuan installation budget at that time should not include special effects plug-ins of this level. Then the truth should be very clear, and what happened just now should be true. The place called the Silver Sea is a fantasy dimension hidden on the other side of reality, and it is also a spiritual and mental realm that should not be seen by mortals. All myths from ancient times to the present, all incredible imaginations and phenomena are deposited therein, but for unknown reasons, Mo Yu just fell into the dimension of the Silver Sea, and then witnessed the struggle between the Kingdom of Heaven and the bizarre darkness, and before the Kingdom of Heaven fell, he accepted the dying inheritance of the Old Testament God. Mythology and power, glory and kingdom, are all bestowed upon him. In a sense, Mo Yu can completely declare that he is the God who has descended to the mortal world. Well, strictly speaking, Mo Yu also knows that his so-called God is a bit exaggerated, because in the Silver Sea, various versions of heaven and God are as numerous as stars, and the God status he currently carries is just an extremely small part of the Semitic mythology in the Silver Sea. But so what? Pin Xixi God is still God. Mo Yu showed an excited expression. He stretched out his hand and tried to summon a big fireball, but he used all his strength and only a spark flashed. Then Mo Yu tried to lift something in the air, but the result was that only a piece of paper on the table trembled slightly, and he couldn't lift it at all. It cannot be said that there is no effect, it can only be said that there is no difference between having it and not having it. Perhaps the power of taking a deep breath or blowing a puff is more powerful than the power of God. After a moment of silence, Mo Yu sighed as expected, because the information in his mind had actually told him the answer. This result was not only because the God status he carried belonged to the Pinxixi version, but more because the Silver Sea, as a dimension of spirit and spirituality, was incompatible with the material worldliness. The power reduction could not be described as extremely rare. The fact that the paper could tremble slightly was also thanks to the mysterious God status. The reason why the special effects of this computer are so brilliant is that this computer, for unknown reasons, was once the contact point between the Silver Sea and the real dimension. Once Mo Yu issued an oracle, the impact was much greater. While Mo Yu was silent, the computer continued to boot up. The familiar Microsoft boot interface disappeared, and instead, countless strange-looking little angels appeared. These little angels had baby heads, but only heads. Behind the heads was a circle of mist, wing-shaped, and slightly physical light. Overall, it looked like a ball of ghost fire with a baby's face. Then these human-headed angels, with the wing-shaped light behind them as their hands, held musical instruments and played them crazily. The holy, holy music that came through the speakers was made by these baby angels. Mo Yu was confused by this and couldn't help but say: "It's not that you can't use an oriental suona to play western religious music, but the style is a little bit subtle!" The little angels on the screen seemed to hear Mo Yu's voice. They hid the suona in their hands behind their backs, then looked around and found instruments such as guqin, pipa, Tianjin allegro, and continued to play hard. Mo Yu looked at these musical instruments and felt that they were slightly familiar. He collected a lot of information for his writing. One time, he collected some pictures and information of traditional Eastern musical instruments. Those pictures were quite similar to the instruments held by these little angels. Before Mo Yu could study it in depth, the "boot animation" ended, and the little angels dispersed, returning to the original computer interface. Many of the desktop software on the computer remained the same, but the computer's background image had changed, from the classic blue sky and white clouds to a scene of heaven with holy light, and it was an animated image. Occasionally, a little angel would peek out from the corner of the computer desktop and gaze at Mo Yu with admiring eyes. Mo Yu is a relatively rational, or pragmatic person. Although everything that happened today was rather bizarre, he still immediately thought about what all this could bring to him. After thinking for a long time, he still had no good ideas, because in the dimension of reality, God is just a mortal with flesh and blood, and there is not much difference between having those magical powers or not. This made Mo Yu a little discouraged. Even if he was a God, he couldn't escape birth, old age, sickness and death, and he had to work to make a living. This was really something he couldn't complain about. But Mo Yu still didn't give up. He thought for a long time, and looking at the little angels who were looking around in the corner of the screen, he suddenly got some inspiration and said, "Can you write novels?" At a command, many little angels flew out from the corner of the screen. Then they opened the typing software in the computer, took out a pen from behind, and began to write in the typing software. After a moment, Mo Yu showed an expression that he couldn't bear to watch. The famous "Flash Student of the Universe School" in the history of online literature is already stupid enough. The stuff written by these little angels is even worse than "Flash Student of the Universe School". After all, the text of "Flash Student of the Universe School" is still Chinese characters, while the stuff written by these little angels is garbled codes and symbols flying around, letters and Chinese characters coexisting, which is not something that humans can read at all. "Forget it, I'll think about it again!" Mo Yu gave up the idea of letting the little angel write novels for him so that he could make money while lying down, and continued to fall into deep thought. Perhaps the position of God has some power to activate thinking. Mo Yu thought about it and came up with a good idea. The status of God cannot produce any effect in reality, but it is not the case in the Silver Sea. If he really wants to do something, his focus should not be on reality, but on the Silver Sea. With this thought, Mo Yu's eyes followed the computer. This computer, as the medium point where the Silver Sea came into contact with the real dimension, was decreed by Mo Yu as heaven. It naturally possessed some extraordinary properties. It could be used as a medium for reality to explore the Silver Sea. However, how to explore the Silver Sea and what can be done after the exploration requires some thought. As he was thinking, Mo Yu suddenly remembered the bubbles he had seen in the Silver Sea, including scenes of Ultraman fighting little monsters, and he suddenly seemed to understand something. As a dimension of spirit and spirituality, the Silver Sea encompasses all fantasies from ancient times to the present. Real works such as novels, animation, games, movies, etc. should also be reflected in the Silver Sea. Mo Yu is very familiar with this aspect, so perhaps he can start from this aspect.
Mo Yu held the computer, clicked My Computer, and then found a folder named [Important Information] on drive D. Don't get me wrong, this important information is not the colorful stuff that everyone likes to see. Before writing, Mo Yu would look up information, or when he was surfing the Internet, he would save some information that he thought was important and interesting and might be useful for future writing. In a sense, this folder also embodies a lot of Mo Yu's hard work. It took him several years to collect it, and it is his foundation as an online writer. After clicking on the important information folder, Mo Yu looked at a folder named [Death]. Dead Sea, Fire and Sea, one of Japan's three most popular comics, is also an evergreen theme in the East China online literature. It is a bit difficult to make a hit with this kind of theme, but it is not difficult to make a living. Mo Yu had previously planned to follow the trend of fan fiction, and then he spent a lot of time and seriously writing down the world view, various settings, and plot outline of Dead Sea. Looking at these materials that contained many of his thoughts, Mo Yu whispered: "Based on this information, go to the Silver Sea and find the world where the God of Death resides!" The next moment, the computer that turned into heaven responded to God's will. An invisible vortex appeared on the screen, swallowing up all the information in the Death folder, and finally turned into a ray of light, penetrating the boundary between reality and illusion. In the silver sea, a brilliant divine light that penetrated the sky and the earth appeared and crossed the sky. Like the hand of God, it sifted through the countless bubbles in the silver sea with utmost majesty. After a moment, it locked onto a bubble. A moment later, a player that was so simple that it could not be described appeared in the Death folder where all the data had been completely cleared. Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and clicked on the player. Then, as the theme song of the TV version of Death sounded, the screen soon lit up, but the plot played was not the one Mo Yu was familiar with. The alarm clock on the bedside table rang suddenly, and an orange-haired boy in a two-dimensional style yawned, got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, put on his clothes, and then slowly began to brush his teeth. Mo Yu's attention was immediately drawn to him. Judging from the familiar style of painting, this young man is the protagonist of the anime Bleach, Ichigo Kurosaki, known as the King of Bloodline Hybrids, who has engraved the will to protect into his genes. The only problem is that this kind of clean-up plot, which should have flashed by in the anime and would not even have a storyboard, is being played obediently. This is more like a live broadcast than anime. Mo Yu looked at the screen and couldn't help but whisper: "Interesting!" For Ichigo Kurosaki, this was a day that couldn't be more ordinary. He got up, washed, changed clothes, and prepared to have breakfast. After saying hello to his two younger sisters and his stupid father, he went to school. But on such an ordinary day, something extremely unusual happened. While brushing his teeth, Kurosaki Ichigo suddenly heard a whisper. Male voices, female voices, the voices of the elderly, the voices of young children, the overlapping voices, spoken in countless languages, converge into the most sacred and supreme words of revelation. It is an absolute sound that is infallible and cannot be questioned, and will never make people doubt whether they have heard it wrong. "interesting……" Ichigo Kurosaki turned around suddenly, looked around, and shouted, "Who is talking?" 2. The strongest college security legend is being filmed Seeing Ichigo Kurosaki's reaction in the video, Mo Yu raised his eyebrows and instinctively looked at the microphone on the computer desk. He bought this thing for voice input before, but after trying voice input a few times, he decisively put it aside until now. Unexpectedly, this microphone plays a very important role now, and can even communicate with characters in anime across dimensions. There are many online writers who like to follow anime, and Mo Yu also likes Bleach, a classic anime with a high fashion value. But now that he can communicate with Kurosaki Ichigo across dimensions, Mo Yu doesn't know what to say for a moment. He can't ask why Kurosaki Ichigo did not choose Rukia in the ending but Inoue Iori, because Rukia has a flat chest and Inoue Iori has a big O. The Kurosaki Ichigo in the video reacted unexpectedly. He looked suspiciously, looked around, and then kept searching in the room. Although he didn't find it, he finally waved his fist and shouted: "Although I don't know where you are hiding, I'm telling you, don't hide in my room, go and become a Buddha!" Hearing this, Mo Yu was a little confused, but then he suddenly realized. The plot of the anime Bleach is not complicated. Ichigo Kurosaki, a 15-year-old high school student, naturally possesses the power to see ghosts. Then one day, he encountered the hollows that feed on souls, and the grim reaper Rukia who extradites the dead. In a crisis, he was attacked by the hollows and seriously injured. The grim reaper Rukia entrusted the power of death to Ichigo Kurosaki. Ichigo Kurosaki began to explode, and embarked on the path of protecting the world with cheats. At the beginning of the plot of Bleach, Ichigo Kurosaki was harassed by ghosts because of his natural Yin-Yang eyes. Now, Ichigo Kurosaki probably thinks he is a ghost following him. In fact, there is indeed the soul of an uncle hidden in Ichigo Kurosaki's room, and this uncle's soul has some irrelevant plots later.
Mo Yu thought about it, and said into the microphone: "I'm just an audience member who is paying attention to you." Kurosaki Ichigo's face was solemn. The overlapping, majestic and sacred sounds that seemed to come from the sky put a lot of pressure on him. It was not because he felt anything, on the contrary, it was because he could not feel anything. But after thinking about it, Kurosaki Ichigo sighed and said, "Forget it, no matter who you are, please go to the afterlife quickly!" After saying that, Kurosaki Ichigo went downstairs without caring about anything. This was based on his previous experience. When facing those ghosts, if you don't want to care, just pretend you don't see them and ignore them. Because those ghosts can basically do nothing except being annoying. Although the voice of the guy he met this time was a little special, as if special effects had been added, Kurosaki Ichigo didn't want to care too much. Mo Yu did not say anything, but just watched silently, because the perspective of this video was always locked on Kurosaki Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki's mother Masaki had passed away long ago, and the only family members left were Isshin Kurosaki and his two younger sisters Kari Kurosaki and Yuuko Kurosaki.
