Cheng Qianxun smiled bitterly: "No wonder they don't want to go.
Survive or die.
This is really a difficult problem."
The ninth floor is like Pandora's box.
No one is willing to poke holes in this ant's nest.
It is said that if you can pass the ninth level, you can make a wish.
As long as you are not a god, you can even become the director of the three realms.
But this wish is just a fantasy, like a lottery jackpot.
The number of people who win the lottery jackpot every year is less than the number of people who are struck to death by lightning; and this is even less likely than the chance of winning the lottery jackpot.
"What will happen if I don't go?"
she asked.
Judging from the current situation, not going is the wisest choice.
The demon kings who were having fun nearby fell into silence, and the air suddenly became heavy.
"This, this..."
Raphael seemed to be in difficulty, with hesitation on his face, which he had never seen before.
"Let me explain."
Michael's voice sounded.
One black and one white, two tall figures appeared.
Pluto and the Archangel, twins who chose completely opposite paths and destinations.
No matter which one, even if I have seen them thousands of times, when we see them again, it will still feel like we are in a dream.
"Get back first."
After Michael ordered, Raphael and other angels all faced Michael and floated back, disappearing.
Pluto slowly raised one hand and then lowered it.
The demon kings also bowed their heads humbly, retreated, and disappeared without a trace.
"You have always been prejudiced against Heaven, and you blame Heaven for not helping you..."
Michael's body, which was more than three meters tall, began to shrink, and he slowly walked towards her.
By the time he reached her, he was already six feet tall.
Height, equivalent to the average height of Nordic men.
But for her.
Still very tall, you need to raise your head slightly.
Michael's move was obviously a sign of goodwill: "About 370,000 people are born on earth every day, and 140,000 people die.
After so many levels, you will at least become a high-level angel in heaven.
If it were you, see the original What would you do?"
Somewhere on earth, someone dies in an accident, and it happens every day.
Not surprising.
Even believers do evil things.
Many people believe only for the sake of wealth, sex and obedience.
It has long since deviated from its original beliefs.
Looking at human beings from the perspective of angels, one can only come to the conclusion that they are stupid, pathetic, insignificant, arrogant, selfish and cruel. . .
Not many good words anyway.
Just like ants in water, in rings of fire, in all kinds of difficulties.
Seeing her self-evidence, Michael continued: "Angels were created to select suitable testers.
We have no worldly feelings.
We only look at problems rationally.
Although you won the bet between heaven and hell, I I didn't punish you for this.
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I brought you to heaven because I didn't want you to stay in the underworld where there is no light.
A soul like yours is worthy of redemption.
On the other hand, it was because I saw the infinite possibilities in you. , maybe you can become a tester that satisfies God."
A huge hand gently held her head.
When she looked up, Hades was also shrinking.
Already a six-foot Pluto.
Touching her head, he whispered: "Michael and I were born to predict subtle things, and we were given Black Feather just because of our senses."
Looking at the perfect Pluto in her mind, her dark eyes were bottomless, and her hand slowly left her head. . .
I knew that the gods were not human beings, but I still felt a little empty in my heart.
Because I felt that something might happen in the future, I helped her.
This shows that she should stop being biased against the heaven.
"If I don't go to the ninth floor..."
She murmured softly.
"The stairs will wait and continue to select candidates."
Michael's words were gentle, but without any emotion: "The time God has given us is running out."
Time is running out.
She sensed that there must be a meaning in it.
So Michael began to explain that some things she had heard before, and some she didn't know.
In order to select suitable testers, we have been constantly creating and destroying.
Not just dinosaurs, there were other species before angels were born.
But they were all destroyed because they could not meet the requirements.
If no one of the currently living species can be selected to go to the ninth level within a certain period of time, the result will be. . .
"You can choose to give up like us."
Michael said very honestly: "After all, there is still some time before the final day of destruction."
"How much time?"
she asked.
After Michael and Pluto looked at each other, their tone was a little hidden: "When the population of the earth reaches 15 billion."
Fifteen billion. . .
The numbers are huge, and there are only a few million ants in a large anthill.
But according to the rate of human reproduction, time is really running out.
If you can't pick one out of 15 billion, then there is indeed no need for this experimental race to continue to exist.
She took a deep breath: "When the time comes, someone still needs to go, right?"
Pluto gave her an answer: "I will go then, I failed, and Michael."
The implication is that there is no need for her to take risks.
She turned to look at Michael.
Apparently Pluto and Michael had disappeared for a while to discuss something.
In this case, who would take the risk?
. .
When she was about to say something, a light suddenly shone down from above.
The light was beautiful, more comfortable than the holy light of angels in heaven, and enveloped the three of them. . .
They all subconsciously looked up at the place where the light came from.
Although there was no sound, Cheng Qianxun felt it and felt that someone was speaking. . .
"Tester selected". . .
Then the light disappeared, and there was no dizziness or discomfort when leaving ordinary light.
She didn't know what happened, and looked at Pluto and Michael blankly.
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At this time, although their faces were the same as before, they revealed a gurgling expression. dignified.
"God has chosen her."
Michael said with helplessness in his words, "This is the decision."
No one can change God's decision. . .
Pluto pondered for a while: "I didn't say the time...
It can be after me..."
Pluto played a word game this time.
It seemed that he planned to go first when the time came.
If he failed, it would be her turn. . .
Looking at Michael, he immediately shouted: "She has already been chosen.
It's too risky to do this."
Pluto's words became colder: "Anything is my responsibility."
Watching Michael stop talking and remain silent.
The emotion at this time cannot be expressed in words.
She pretended to be discouraged and pursed her lips: "I'm so bad that you don't believe me."
Michael looked at her with a slightly strange look.
Of course he was strange.
He had found a way to prevent her from going, so why did he say such childish words?
After a long time, Pluto said slowly: "No god can guarantee success."
Even the gods cannot guarantee success, it doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not.
Looking at Pluto, who was still deep in thought, she decided one thing: "I'm going, I've decided, I'll go to the ninth floor
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