《O infinito cosmos》⊰⊹O talismã⊹⊱
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Quando Wang Zhuang viu o homem ser eliminado, pelo furacão celestial, ele se adiantou em direção ao local do furacão em busca de pista sobre o que estava acontecendo. Mas acabou se decepcionando.
A única coisa que restava era um talismã de papel preto e os seus símbolos e inscrições pareciam ser gravados com a luz das próprias estrelas.
Ele pegou o talismã e o escondeu, e notou como os todos os sobreviventes olhavam para ele. Era como se vissem Deus descendendo a terra, e lutando por eles.
Tão logo ele notou isso, Lu Shi se aproximou dele, e disse: - "Poderoso celestial, obrigado pela sua proteção, eu gostaria de pedir que sua excelência nos guie".
E acabou assim, Wang Zhuang pegou o caminho do protagonista, o único problema é que isso é a realidade, não a ficção. Então ele não vai despertar estranhas habilidades de liderança e administração.
Mas ele tem que aceitar obviamente, e você ainda se pergunta porque, isso é simples.
Prompot do sistema:
Emissão de Quest
Isso apareceu na interface do sistema, quando Wang Zhuang matou o homem, e ele nem precisa olhar, e já sabia o que era a Quest.
Quest:
Se torne líder das forças amigáveis próximas e expanda novamente sua área de influência.
Então Wang Zhuang aceitou a liderança, e disse, embora timidamente. -"Eu Wang Zhuang declaro que todos que estão aqui estão sobre minha proteção e liderança".
Prompot do sistema:
Conclusão da Quest
Parabéns por concluir a Quest! Como recompensa você ganhou 51 moedas cósmicas.
Dica do sistema:
Depender do sistema para a conclusão da Quest diminui a recompensa da Quest.
Vendo estas palavras Wang Zhuang quase vomitou sangue de raiva, e ficou se perguntando, como no céu e na terra ele devia matar esse Deus.
Mas agora não é hora de pensar nisso. Pegando o talismã, começou a tentar organizar as coisas, mas foi simplesmente impossível organizar todas essas pessoas. Afinal, elas não possuem nenhum treinamento em nada, sendo a única exceção o soldado Lu Shi.
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Mas após dois dias finalmente Wang Zhuang teve tempo para descansar, as pessoas menores de idade e fisicamente fracas ficaram como coletores de comida ou limpadores, já os fisicamente mais fortes ficaram incumbidos da segurança.
Então na noite do segundo dia, Wang estava olhando para o mistério talismã parecido com o céu, mas infelizmente ele não encontrou nada, e já cansado desistiu e decidiu ir dormir.
Mas algo incrível aconteceu quando ele adormeceu, Wang Zhuang se viu em um espaço mistérioso com uma névoa dourada, de tempos em tempos trovões vermelhos atraversavam as nuvens em caminhos misteriosos, como os que estavam gravados no talismã.
Então o chão tremeu e o espaço se torceu, e Wang Zhuang escutou um rugido, como se uma besta estivesse declarando sua soberania sobre este lugar.
Imediatamente as nuvens recuaram, os trovões cessaram, e uma montanha se ergueu do chão, tão brilhante quanto o sol, e tão bela quanto as estrelas.
Mas no topo tinha algo muito mais incrível, haviam quatro feras gigantescas, um Dragão azul, um pássaro vermelho, um Tigre branco e por último mas não menos importante, uma tartaruga negra que parecia estar fundida com uma cobra.
O dragão, com sua voz estrondosa tomou a frente e disse. - "Mortal que se qualificou para receber nossa herança declare seu nome e aceite nossas almas e desejos".
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