What happens when 666 superpowers suddenly emerge around the world and the opponent is defeated to gain the superpower of the opponent, and how will the winner end up on his own?

One.

Every night before I go to bed, I’m going to light up an APP called “Extraordinary”.

The first page is a very simple picture.

In one table, the column shows the total number of people who are super-capable, the column shows the number of people who are super-capable and the column shows the number of people who are super-capable.

The total number of overcapacity is 666.

And the number in the last column is increasing exponentially every day.

I’m scared, I’m shaking, I’m afraid of one day, and I’m added to it as one.

After all, I’m a superpower.

But I’m ashamed that my powers are useless and redundant.

Yes, but not completely, rather than the non-existent.

Two.

Uh, yeah.

My superpower is, “No one knows I have superpowers.”

That means I can use my superpowers to keep me from being known to have the “not to know I have superpowers.”

And when I use that superpower, I also have no idea if anyone else is superpower.

I don’t care, I’ve never been so lucky.

I read in the rules that when you’re beaten, the superpower is taken away.

I don’t care. Take it away. No one wants it.

But a few days later, I found things less simple than I thought.

It’s enough to beat, but people are dying.

Everyone’s powers are confidential.

But all the powers that have been seized are published in the APP.

I counted the number of superpowers that were advertised, almost exactly the same as the number of deaths.

It’s crazy.

And all those superpowers that were advertised were bloody, violent.

Like what, like a bone, a blood blade, a burning body and looking at it gives me a headache.

Finally, one day, under the column where I saw the death toll of the superpowers, I showed — 664.

Now it’s just me and that 664 super-powered murderers.

I thought I’d die soon.

But after two years, nothing happened.

I almost forgot about it.

Until at the wedding, my fiancé, who had been in love for many years, said to tell me a secret.

He told me to trust him, not to treat him like a psycho.

He cleared his throat with a lot of trouble.

I’m so glad to hear it.

Just listen, my fiancé, with his voice, which speaks in my ear many words:

“I have powers.”

And I stunned for a second, and I laughed, and I said, “You’re kidding me, so childish, who will believe?”

Laughed to death, I laughed, but the legs under my skirt never stopped shaking.

But this man really loves me, and he asks me, “What’s wrong with you, why are you shaking?

“Ha ha ha, I’m cold.”

He looked at the sweat of my forehead with concern, and he frowned with pain, “Looks like he’s really sick.”

Hello, I’m not dead. I’m in the hospital now.

It’s a real fever. Thirty-eight degrees five.

Landscape is my fiancé, sitting next to me.

When I was sick, I leaned on him, but this time I couldn’t.

I didn’t want him to notice anything, but to sleep with my eyes closed and on the back of the chair.

But one hand gently struck me, and I didn’t have to open my eyes, and I knew it was the hand of the landscape, because he had leaned over his body, and his soft hair was on my nostrils.

Smells good.

And he drew me gently and slowly, so We leaned on his shoulder, and he held me by his shoulder, and fell back to the seat slowly.

So I leaned on him again, as usual.

I must say, this position is much more comfortable.

But I don’t understand, my landscape, how can a man so gentle be a murderer with blood on his hands?

After a little drop, I went home.

The scenery was filled with bowls of corrosive congee, sitting next to me and talking about superpowers.

All right, let’s face it.

“Won, don’t you believe me?” The Landscape smiled and asked me.

And when I didn’t talk, he looked me in the eye and said, softly:

“It’s true, Nam. I’ll prove it to you.”

And when he raised his right hand, and his long, white fingers swayed before my eyes, and spread them over my face, he lay in his heart a white jade with a platitude.

The scenery is smiling, and there’s light in the eyes, “Here for you.”

He thought I’d like it. The eyes were obviously looking for a smile on my face.

Don’t think I look like a ghost.

I know this superpower, “Screeching,” sounds like nothing.

But its owner is a madman.

Six.

In the APP there is a function in addition to the table shown on the first page.

That’s the forum.

In the Forum, we all have aliases, most of them low-profile, but also high-profile.

The most powerful of them is a man called “white bone claw.”

His cruelty and blood are unknown and unknown in the forum.

Every time he sends a post, it’s bound to be on the hot list and high.

I’ve lit it, but I never dared to look at it.

And that text, it’s called my stomach, “I don’t want to take my heart today, two kidneys for the superpower;…”

For a long time, there was a kind of hot post in the forum because the white bone claws were too cruel.

That’s the voice of white bone claws and guesses about his powers.

A lot of people think he’s got the power of eagle claws or something like the martial arts novel.

But these speculations were quickly overturned because a superpower capable of making the skin indestructible died in his hands.

He took out the man’s intestines.

From then on, the claws of the white bones were like a cloud that could not be scattered, covering the people for a long time.

Until one day, the white bone claw, the ID, appeared on the looted superpower display with his superpower name.

Even after several years, I remember clearly the cold when I saw the word “space-covered”.

It’s the power that often appears in movies and novels, but I didn’t think it would work.

A small hand would be worth a thousand miles.

Such terrible superpowers suddenly kill.

What is the power of the man who killed him?

And now that man is in front of me.

The scenery looks like I haven’t been able to pick up the white jade, and I’m not looking well.

He made me an excuse so sweetly, of course I nodded my head, “Scared, frightened … I didn’t think that there was really a power in the world!”

I pretended to be in shock, filmed my chest, laughed and asked him, “When?”

He said it a long time ago.

I didn’t ask why I never told me before, I just asked him, “Why are you suddenly trying to tell me?”

Landscape laughed at me and said, “Because I don’t want to pretend to be sick in front of you anymore, I’m all right and I’m not as weak as before.”

“Is this also superpower?”

Landscape nod.

I bit my lips and I started to smile, “It’s funny. You have more than one superpower. Do you have any other superpowers? How many are there?”

The sights of the land were dilated, slightly lower, and he probably didn’t even notice it.

“Just, just these two.” He said.

Landscape lied to me.

I looked at him and my heart went down a little bit.

Things are getting more confused, treasures.

I was told he had powers. I fought a few haha to deal with the past.

The days are as flat as usual.

The only thing that’s changed is that the landscape is going to want to show me his strength.

For example, if you don’t take the elevator, you have to carry me, climb 23 stories to the door.

Besides, he never mentioned superpower.

It’s like he’s suddenly telling me about his powers, really because he said he didn’t want to play sick in front of me anymore.

People are easy to fall into easy life.

In everyday life, where there is no threat at all, I gradually feel that there may be some inaccuracies to landscapes, or that it is just an accident.

Anyway, I think I can live with him forever.

But not long ago, when I was walking alone, an old man smiled and stopped me.

His hair was white and his face was sweet.

Maybe all the old people are alike, and I always thought he had a shadow of my old grandfather who had passed away, so he was more than friendly.

I smiled and wanted to ask him something.

And he started by saying my name, “Sunning.”

Then, after I was surprised, I said without delay something that would shock my chin.

He said, “Beware of the man on your pillow, he’s struggling to kill you.”

Honestly.

I may never believe that one day Landscape will kill me.

Because he’s really a very good man.

Even when he was a kid, he was different from normal people.

But the old man before us is a rhetorical, inadvisable gesture.

I want him to say why.

And he said to me, “Do you believe in mind-reading?”

I didn’t talk. Look at him. Wait till he continues.

“I know you believe, because you’ve seen something even more extraordinary in the past few years, for example, superpower, and your superpower, one second ago, no one but you knew what it was, but now there is.”

Old people look up to me, and their tone remains flat, “Your superpower is not to let anyone know you have superpowers”.

I looked at him, he looked at me, and he smiled, and he said, “Do I need to continue to prove it? About my mind-reading.”

I shook my head.

And he shakes his head, and he says, “Of course there’s still to be proof, and I’m going to tell you, I know you were thinking, if I could read my mind, can I go and see what’s going on in the landscape?”

“In addition to this mainstream thought, you had a flashing, very detailed thought, and you were wondering if I was your grandfather?”

If I had believed only half before, I would have believed it.

“You finally believe me.”

The old man told me his last name. I can call him Mr. Young.

Then he said he wasn’t my grandfather, but he had a granddaughter my age.

We’re talking about landscapes.

I couldn’t help but tell Mr. Aung how kind and loving he was.

Mr. Aung has not interrupted me from beginning to end, and has been looking at me with a very soft and kind look and listening patiently.

And finally, it’s very important to me: “Children, people change.”

“But why?”

Mr. Aung smiled, “You know the answer, and I know you’ve seen that forum, seen their discussions, about what to do with the 666 powers.”

I know it’s also a high-level post in the forum.

But I still don’t understand.

“I don’t think the landscape wants to be a god.”

Mr. Aung shook his head and said, “Who would not want to be God, the master of the world, above all rules?”

“I never thought about it.” I whispered against him.

Mr. Aung is not upset at all, or smiles, and says, “That’s what you’ve never tasted of that power, and if you’ve tasted it, you’ll know it won’t be forgotten.”

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t believe I’m in a bad mood and I don’t want to discuss God’s taste at all.

All I want to know now is where I should hide if Landscape really wants to kill me.

“You can’t hide, you can only die faster. You should go home now.”

That’s the last thing the old man said to me before he left.

Eleven.

I wandered the streets till dark, and I didn’t have the courage to go home.

I didn’t answer either.

But I ended up in front of my house.

For the first time I’ve lived in this house for years, I feel strange.

I took a deep breath, and I moved a stiff muscle underneath.

Take out the key and open the door.

In the eye, the scenery sits on the sofa and makes an anxious phone call.

When he heard the sound, he looked up and looked at me, and there was joy on his face, and there was some resentment.

“Why didn’t you answer my phone?”

I pretended to be surprised to turn on the phone and smiled at him with a slight apology, “Sorry, I don’t know when it was silent.”

He shakes his head, says he’s fine. Come and eat.

It’s the weekend. Landscape did a lot of cooking.

The lights of the restaurant, the warm yellow light, and the food on the table, though cold, remain attractive.

Everything looks so sweet.

It’s like I went through a storm outside and now I’m back in the warm harbour.

I feel the greatest division.

Because my body relaxs in this warmth.

And my sense tells me that all the wind and rain I’m going through now stem from what I’m looking at, the man who’s smiling at me.

He’s got me in his eyes.

I can’t believe that he loves me as always.

Because I saw a knife on a tea table, a knife that I never saw before.

Landscape made my favorite sugared fish.

I’ve seen this on my table before, and I’ve had to cook three bowls of rice, but I’ve had no taste today.

It may have been the same case of fish and meat, and I felt a little sympathy for this fried fish.

I feel sorry for it.

I’ve been eating and eating, and I can’t keep the knife from the tea table.

When the landscape saw it, it looked at me.

He tweaked it, but it came back to me, naturally.

I almost wondered if I was mistaken.

He then appears to have accidentally mentioned that he had recently played a game and liked it, and that he had recently been officially out of the neighborhood and bought one.

“Well, that’s the one on the tea table.”

The view lifts the chin and shows me.

I didn’t look at the knife, but I looked at the landing scene, and I almost asked him what game it was.

But I stopped in time, and I smiled, and I said, “You see, you spend your money and the mortgage isn’t over.”

And the landscape laughs, “No more.”

After dinner, I took the initiative to pack the chopsticks.

When I washed the dishes, I saw Landscape walking to the bedroom with that knife.

I’m coming up, stand at the door.

No lights on.

In the dark, I see my lover, with a cold knife under her pillow.

Although I know that if Landscape wanted to kill me now, it wouldn’t be necessary.

But tonight, I won’t dare sleep with him.

So I slept in the guest room.

The reason is I think I may have a cold and don’t want to infect him.

For that reason, I was chased after a large bowl of snorts and finally got the desired space.

I’m sitting alone in a nice, clean room without a breath.

It’s only because of the bitterness of the throat.

After the lights went out, I didn’t sleep with my eyes closed, but I lit the APP that I hadn’t touched in a long time.

Life in peace has lasted too long, and for the first two years, I even felt that I would spend my whole life in hiding.

So a lot of superpower-related things are almost forgotten.

As a salty fish, I’ve never really understood it.

But now I need more information about what I am facing.

The four basic rules are repeated every time we log in, during the buffer —

You will certainly meet each other.

2. A superpower can recognize a superpower.

3. Defeating the other party ‘ s abilities.

We will help you with some of the scenes of fighting, but please do not cause too much disturbance for the time being.

And my superpower, which corresponds to the second rule, is that one superpower must recognize another superpower, just as a person can recognize a person, without needing a reason.

But as long as I’ve been using my superpowers, other superpowers can’t find me.

Of course, this superpower has its natural enemies, which is mind-reading.

I can hide myself, but I can’t hide my own tiny thoughts.

Go to APP, the first page remains the table.

I took a look at it, not unlike two years ago, and the number of deaths is still 664.

It’s nothing to see, I’m going straight to the forum.

There were almost 10,000 posts in the forum, and I sorted them in heat, one by one.

The first is a white bone claw.

And I moved, and I lit into his head, and I saw this dynamic.

“It’s boring to build up 400 superpowers, come to S. today, hoping to find something interesting:-“

That was his last move.

The city he mentioned was the same city I spent two years with Landscape.

We were supposed to settle there, but one day the landscape rushed me out of there.

I was very impressed that day.

Because I’ve never seen anything so fragile.

The day he saw me, he held me tight, his head was buried in my neck and he was shaking.

And We had been busy consoling him, bowing our heads and kissing his ears, and covering his face with his soft hair.

My sense of smell is sensitive.

So I remember now, the lavender smell, which he always liked.

I also remember, under the scent, that silk that couldn’t hide, the smell of blood.

Of course I asked him what happened.

But the landscape looked at me in pain and only vaguely told me that he had met his father.

When he mentioned his father, I stopped asking.

I know that Landscape has a very asshole father, and that’s who he keeps running away from.

Landscape looked at me and came up and said that his head had been broken, bleeding, and that it was particularly painful.

I have always trusted him unconditionally, to put my heart down and not to bother with that bloody smell.

But its realization is in mind, and it is a very deliberate phrase, because the landscape has never been a man who fears pain.

Moreover, he and his father had long been cut off and had little chance of meeting them.

I have a guess in mind and I think it’s very reasonable.

I think it was not his father who met him that day, but his white bone claws.

The white claws tried to kill the landscape, but it was turned against it.

It was the first time that Landscape killed, so he was helpless and scared.

It’s the same time that Landscape gained nearly 400 powers!

When I think about it, I hear the sound of old people.

“…if you taste a little, you’ll know that the smell is unforgettable.”

There is no rule or notification in the APP that combines 666 superpowers to become gods.

These are speculations in the forum, but they are not empty.

Many people who did not believe at first became proponents of this speculation when they acquired the powers of others.

According to them, every time a superpower was taken from someone else, it was more than superpower.

Their own senses are also significantly increased, which is a very different experience.

It’s like someone wiped the gray glass and the whole world became clear and bright.

So they believe that 666 superpowers at the same time can really be God-like.

I’ve seen these before, but I can’t remember them at first.

And now suddenly remembers, the heart is sorely out.

I’ve known him since I was five.

When he first saw the landscape, he was all dirty, and only one of his eyes was clean, and he was bright because of tears.

But he wasn’t crying.

Because his face is munar, and he has no face.

Mother Landscape told my mother that the landscape was not well and had problems with nerves, and that crying and laughing required the day after tomorrow.

My mom told me again.

She also told me that her wife was a miserable woman, and that her husband was gambling and domestic violence.

But I didn’t know much about it at the time. It was just fun. It was so fun.

I tried to make him laugh, see if he really wouldn’t laugh.

But he’s not playing with us.

But it’s not like you’re not totally playing with us.

To be precise, he wanted to, but when he came with us, it would get very tight.

And then walk, and soon he’ll be right behind our little friends.

Like a small, lonely tail.

I don’t know what kind of mind it is that I decided to take care of this little tail as the son of a small group of young children at that time.

I made Landscape a dick.

When he slipped back again, he pulled him, and told him, “You stand here, the dick is with the boss.”

The view looks up at me, he doesn’t laugh, he just stares.

And he looked in his eyes and he said, “Thank you.”

And then the landscape kept doing it, even though we grew up and were no longer children.

Of course I’m not the king anymore.

The kids who used to play together were falling apart, but the landscape was still with me.

Go to school with me, go to school with me.

In junior high school, the Landscape was in the focus class for good grades.

As a regular student, I study myself half an hour later than he does.

So I went home.

It turned out that Luk-Sai was studying late the next day, and I asked him why he had to go home together.

And he said, “The dick’s about to stand with the boss.”

He always said that.

And I was most impressed once, in high school.

And then the landscape became a young man with light upon him, and was very visible.

And then I met a girl who was most afraid.

I broke my face, and I had pox all night.

It was Landscape’s birthday, which coincided with the school’s monthly holiday and left in the afternoon.

I waited for the view at the entrance to the school building, but I didn’t wait for him.

He went to his class to see a group of people in his class celebrating his birthday.

A lot of girls surrounded him.

Of course there’s a pretty girl.

I stood at the door and watched the view.

Landscapes are surrounded and somewhat overwhelmed.

He’s never been very good at rejecting the good intentions of others.

It was not until he looked at me that he finally turned the crowd away and walked towards me.

He was a bit embarrassed to laugh at me.

I was bored, I was angry, I ignored him, and I walked downstairs alone.

Landscape follows me without talking.

I kind of wanted to cry and feel ashamed.

The word has been in your mouth for a long time, or can’t help but ask, “Why don’t you go play with your class?”

“What are you talking about, of course, being with the boss?”

He clearly understood what I was thinking, but he didn’t choose to stand high to comfort me.

It’s just that it’s easy to keep me here.

And wrapped in a gentle gesture, all the sensitivities and vulnerabilities of my humble youth.

These gentle memories have given me infinite strength to carry me through life, one after another.

But now it’s a cruel thing to think about it.

Because it reminds me that Landscape is really smart and sensitive, and it’s really simple for him to understand me.

He’s got hundreds of superpowers.

Even if he didn’t know what my powers were, he should have guessed I was a superpower.

But he kept it from me for years, and he hasn’t been honest with me until now.

I’ve been through thousands of posts till midnight.

There’s a lot of trivial information, useful, useless, mixed.

In the meantime, I also found out that it would not be possible to open the superpower page without knowing when.

I ordered it several times, and it all showed me no access.

I turn on the light, I get up from bed with my phone and I’m going to go to the bathroom and go to sleep.

I just walked to the door, and my hand didn’t touch the door handle.

The doorknob with the light on it turned itself.

The door was opened from outside.

I saw the eyes of the landscape in the suture that was slowly opened.

Half his face is in the dark, smiling at me.

I was scared my phone fell on the floor.

Pop, bang, bang.

Landscape opened the door, walked in, picked up my phone, didn’t hand it to me.

He was laughing, and he asked me, “Why aren’t you sleeping at this hour?”

In fact, all I had to do was say I went to the bathroom all night, but I was really scared.

Turned around and climbed to bed like a child who was caught by his parents in the middle of the night.

“Sleep, sleep, sleep.”

But the view of the land was blind to my abnormal performance, so I put my phone on the nightstand and went out.

“Good night.”

The view was outside the bedroom door, softly told me and turned off the light for me.

In the dark, my cell phone screen is gimmicking with dark blue light.

That’s the color of the APP Forum background.

I don’t believe that Landscape saw nothing.

But the landscape really seems to want to pretend that it doesn’t see anything.

The next morning, he didn’t mention the night at all, just woke me up for breakfast.

He asked me why I look so bad and why the black eye is so heavy.

I stood there looking at him.

He knew I already knew I had powers.

But he pretended he didn’t know I had powers.

I can’t see why. I can’t see why.

After breakfast, Rudd suddenly asked if I wanted to go to the playground. It’s been a long time.

I told you to buy tickets in advance.

He showed me his phone and laughed and said he bought it last night.

In the past, I’ve always felt that the Landscape smiled very nicely.

But now it’s strange.

There are many things we already know, but he still smiles down.

Put all the dark surges under the table.

It’s nice, the sky is blue, there’s no clouds, and the sun makes everything beautiful.

There’s a lot of people in the playground, and everybody looks happy.

Only my heart, drawn cold.

I’ve always had an interest in it, but the landscape doesn’t seem to care.

Just smiles and performs the duties of a boyfriend.

Call me creepy.

On several occasions, I thought, if I didn’t just open it up to him, he would interrupt it in time.

I was able to get down and breathe so I could get back in line.

A pair of old shoes appeared in front of me.

I look up and look, it’s Mr. Won.

He looks down at me and smiles so sweet and reminds me of my late grandfather.

Seeing him, I feel like I’ve lost a lot of panic and stress.

I stood up and looked around, and I said, “Mr. Hon, you have to go. Landscape can come back anytime.”

“No.” Mr. Aung shook his head.

Then he said, “It will take him a while to come back, because he is setting up a perfect coincidence and taking your life.”

Actually, I know that I should doubt Mr. Hon’s identity.

What’s he from, what’s his identity, why are you telling me this, and why are you reading minds?

But my body seems instinctively to think about these issues and not to question Mr. Aung.

I think it’s strange that, at the end of the day, Mr. Hon was too much like my grandfather.

But now he says that Landscape is planning to kill me, and that he has to think about his identity and position.

I almost never stopped using my powers, but now I’m suspending my powers.

So for the first time, I realized what the experience was of the principle that you must recognize each other.

I am standing in front of me.

I looked at him and I knew who he was without reason.

He’s also a superpower.

I didn’t say a word. Mr. Young spoke first.

“You’re so confused that there’s only 666 superpowers, 664 dead, how come there’s one me?”

And he’s easy to say what I think.

I looked at him and thought he’d give me an answer right away, but he laughed and said, “Why don’t you start with your guess”.

I wrinkled for a while, and I hesitated, “Is there actually 667 superpowers?”

Mr. Young smiled at me, and said softly: “Wind is such a smart kid.”

That made me a little confused.

That’s what my grandfather used to say to me when he was still alive.

I asked Mr. Young, “Do you know about this?”

Mr. Won said he might know.

And I said, “Is it true that even if Landscape had my powers, he wouldn’t be a god?”

I have some expectations, because if my superpowers are not the key to making Landscape a god at last, maybe I can give him up and save my life before he kills me.

But Mr. Aung shook his head and said, “When the landscape has your powers, he can be God immediately.”

Mr. Aung looked very seriously at me, “I know it is hard, but if I can, I would like to ask you to hold on to your superpowers until the last moment when the landscape you love has changed, and he already has blood on his hands, and he will not be a merciful god.”

In fact, even if Mr. Aung had not said so, I would not have given the superpower to the landscape.

Not that I was brave enough to see death as it was, but because I was a very weak man.

If the landscape was really a demon and I gave it to him.

I’ll certainly be an accomplice.

I can’t carry a single life. That’s worse than killing myself.

I asked Mr. Hon if I had to die today.

Mr. Aung shakes his head and says no.

I was shocked, and Mr. Aung explained to me, “Because he still loves you.”

Mr. Aung told me that there was always a soft spot in a man who was more vicious.

And that is why it is so easy to kill me, but it is a coincidence that it takes a lot of effort.

Because he wanted his lover to die by accident, so that he could remember and hold that soft place forever.

I listened carefully and concluded, “Is he trying to deceive himself?”

Mr. Aung said, “That’s a good idea.”

Then he went on to say, “Although he had laid down the killing, I saw in his heart that the flow of your heart had temporarily prevailed and that he was likely to turn his back today.”

I heard the meaning, “So I just might not die, right?”

Mr. Aung smiled without saying anything.

As soon as Mr. Aung left, the Landscape came back.

But he didn’t buy the cones.

My heart sank.

Lu Xian explained to me that the cones were sold out, and when they got out of the playground, they went outside to buy them for me.

Tell me not to be unhappy.

I looked at him, but at this moment I had an open mind and laughed at him.

Shake your head and say it’s okay.

And I took out a paper towel, rubbing his forehead, and I said, “Thank you very much.”

After a second of stunning, the land view laughed, “No hard work.”

Then he said he just saw a funny project and asked me if I wanted to play.

I nod my head.

I thought it was gonna be some kind of adventure, like a roller coaster pirate ship or something.

These are easily unexpected projects.

But I didn’t think it was a carousel.

The landscape holds me on the back of a horse and I’m sitting next to myself.

The tropics began to spin slowly with the smooth music.

I’m relaxed and I’m even a little sleepy.

And I did not know how long it took me to hear a shout and a crowd.

By the time I looked in the direction of the holler, a spear-like coloured prop had reached me at an extreme speed.

I can’t think of any reason why I should not die.

I’m not dead.

Suddenly someone was standing in front of me, and the pointy hole in the blue powder picture went through his chest.

There’s hot liquid spilling into my face.

Landscape is in front of me and becomes a bloodthirsty man.

He had blood on his mouth and laughed at me.

There’s some self-scribbling in the smile.

The next second, he disappears in front of me.

I don’t know if it’s because of the superpower of the landscape, or because it’s promised by the APP, and we’ll clean up the scene.

In any case, four weeks of people are like nothing happened.

I couldn’t find the landscape anywhere. I called him and nobody answered.

First I was in the playground, then out of the playground, in the street.

It’s not like the landscape can stay calm and wait for the moment when anything happens.

Like a fly with no head, walking many ways without any direction, and then I realized I should have gone home.

I walked into the block and just came down the stairs where I lived, and I saw Mr. Aung again.

He seems to have waited a long time.

I looked at Mr. Aung, and I said nothing.

He opened his mouth, “You’re alive and Luk-suk failed to kill you.”

His words remind me of the scenes of the past, which just started to vomit.

I asked Mr. Wen, how’s Luk-seok?

Mr. Aung smiled, not answering my question, but asked me: “Do you want him dead or not?”

How could I wish the Landscape had died? I couldn’t even imagine when it would suddenly leave me.

“But you don’t want him dead, and he wants you dead, and this time he’s going to regret it, and next time he won’t be so lucky.”

Mr. Young said he would hand me a black bag.

I asked him what it was.

He blinked at me and told me this was my last chance.

And I asked him, “Where is the landscape now?”

Mr. Aung smiled and looked upstairs.

I followed his eyes and saw the landscape, and he was standing on the balcony on the 23rd floor.

From so far away, there’s only one blurry shadow in my eyes.

But I know he’s staring at me.

I don’t look, I don’t look.

I packed it in my purse.

When I walked into the house, I was scared that Landscape would ask me who I was talking to downstairs.

But he didn’t ask anything.

He changed his clothes, his hair dripped and should have just taken a bath.

I asked him why he didn’t answer my phone.

Landscape says it’s silent. That’s the excuse I used to use.

Mr. Mong’s bag contains two very common drinks on the market, a bottle of Sprite and a bottle of Coke.

There’s nothing else. I’m surprised, but I put them in the fridge.

Before I went to bed at night, I got an anonymous private letter on the superpower app.

“Sippa is toxic, Coke is nontoxic.”

I don’t need to guess. It’s from Mr. Aung.

I just destroyed my cell phone, I lay on my bed, and I heard the view, “You didn’t even care about me.”

I realized that I had not asked a single question since I entered the door how he survived and survived.

If I hadn’t met Mr. Aung downstairs, I wouldn’t have looked at him like he was upstairs.

I should have embraced him with tears as soon as I saw the perfect land view.

But now I’m more afraid of him than I am of him.

My hand unwittingly gripped with a fist, “I couldn’t get through to you before, I thought you were dying, scared, and now you’re still in trouble. Are you okay?”

The landscape noded and said to me, “It’s all right now, I’m not gonna die, because I have the superpower to be resurrected.”

I looked at him and said, “You told me you had only two superpowers.”

And the view of the land was stunned, but it’s flat: “I lied to you, but I have hundreds of powers.”

The landscape came a little closer to me and went, “But the other hundreds of superpowers don’t matter. I can still stand before you this time, mostly on two superpowers.”

“One is resurrection and one is healing.”

The landscape tells me that this superpower is the first superpower he has acquired from others.

The owner of the superpower, a depression patient, gained superpowers when he jumped off the building.

Not dead, not alive.

When he was seen by Landscape, he had a whole body that was all tied together.

The superpower of the resurrection cannot be cancelled and his life hung, but it cannot repair his body.

It was not until he met the landscape that he sought to defeat the landscape and to free him.

And the cure of this superpower is the landscape itself, on the superpower app, like mine, which has yet to be announced.

Landscape lets me touch his chest.

The place that was pierced in front of me today is as good as ever.

Landscape also told me that his superpowers were weak, that the cure was slow and that it would be difficult to recover if the damage was too fast.

The view held my hand over his chest like it caught me.

I almost got scared.

He stares at me, and he’s got a smile I’ve never seen, “I told you about weakness, would you want to kill me?”

I breathed and my teeth stunned.

But he didn’t wait for me to answer, so the lights went out.

I couldn’t sleep all night, and I finally got up in the middle of the night and took out two bottles of drinks from the fridge.

I’m afraid of being behind me.

I hid my drink under the guest room bed and returned to the room quietly.

That’s when I fell asleep.

The next day no one woke me up and I slept at 11:00.

When I woke up, the landscape was gone.

I went to the restaurant and saw his breakfast at the table.

That is the understanding we have always had.

Landscape’s got a morning shift, and I’m a freelancer, so he keeps me a breakfast for work day.

I looked at the porridge and the pickles on the table, and I had a life that returned to the illusion of the calm that had prevailed earlier, and I was a little confused.

Sitting on the table, eating some warm porridge, resting in mysterious ways, seems to have a lot of clarity.

I suddenly felt that Mr. Aung’s words were not so credible.

Even his identity, the so-called 667th superpower, was nothing but my guess, and he did not acknowledge it directly.

And to this day, I have no proof that Landscape is really trying to kill me, even if it is suspicious.

The more I think about it, the more I stand up and get the drinks under my bed.

I looked at the bottle for a long time and decided to dump it.

But I just walked into the bathroom and saw me in the mirror with a wound in the middle of my neck.

It wasn’t before last night’s sleep.

I looked at that wound for a long time.

And it is shallow, and it is made of a thin, and it does not hurt.

If it’s in another position, it’s totally negligible, but it’s in the neck, on the airpipe.

It’s this shallow wound that turns my previous bias towards the landscape into irony.

I was thinking a while ago of no evidence that he would actually kill me.

The result is now.

I turned over his pillow and saw the sharp knife, with a light on its back, a blade, a shallow blood.

I imagined that yesterday night, while I was asleep, I put a sharp knife like that between my throat.

It’s hard to breathe.

Landscape really wants to kill me.

My mind is full of Mr. Hon’s words, one after another, and my mind is full of shit.

“Beware of your pillowman… he’s still struggling… but your time is running out…”

And at the end of the day there was only one thing that became clearer…

“This is your last chance.”

Landscape works not far from home, usually back at noon.

He cooks better than me, so he usually cooks.

But today I cook, and when I finish three dishes and soup, the landscape isn’t back.

I called and asked him when he was home.

I heard the view was downstairs, and I was in a hurry to open up two bottles of drinks, pour them into a glass, and add ice.

I looked at the little bubble that went up and I heard the door open.

Landscape’s back.

He walked into the restaurant, saw the dishes and drinks on the table, and he laughed and asked me why I was so big today.

I don’t know if it’s the right or the wrong time, but I’m thinking of the old lines in that movie.

Next year’s today is your anniversary.

I’ve been running around in a series of movements, but I’ve been a little dazzling.

I looked at the man in front of me, and I thought, “I’m really going to kill Landscape?”

This idea has caused me to tremble and to be confused.

So one day I’ll hand over a bottle of poison to the Landscape?

“What’s wrong with you?” Landscape sees my face getting worse.

I bowed my head, touched my hair, and said, “No, nothing, eat.”

The view of the land is not detailed, it looks happy, saying that it’s been a long time since I ate my food, and moving the stool to my side, sitting next to me on the same side of the table.

His intimacy gave me a little hope.

Thinking that he might have had his own cause, the wound on his neck was not unknown.

I still don’t want to believe that Landscape really tried to kill me.

I got two drinks on my side.

At dinner, the view reached out and asked me to hand him a glass.

I gave him no poison coke.

The scenery went by and took a sip, and it didn’t look like a little bit of care.

I had a bite of food and I thought I’d find a chance to pour out that Spice.

But suddenly the view looked up to me and his face was covered with a smile I had never seen before.

He asked me, “Why don’t you drink, warm?”

I looked at him and realized he knew.

He knows it’s poisonous.

I laughed at the landscape, and I picked up the Sprite, and I took a sip.

He’s gonna kill me, even if I don’t drink this drink, he can kill me.

I’ll drink it myself, at least come with dignity.

It’s sweet and icey.

But my heart is like a broken heart.

I think I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die. My Landscape.

I can’t stop my tears.

Landscape looked at me for a while and seemed to be waiting for something.

Then he reached out to my face and softly wiped my tears.

He turned his head and laughed at me, “Why are you crying? You didn’t drink the poison.”

I stopped.

And then I saw that there was blood in my eyes and in my nose.

He hugged me, and he let it loose.

“Don’t be afraid.”

That was the last thing he said to me when he fell on the floor.

I kneel on my knees and hold the view of the land, and he vomited blood in my arms and seemed a little demented.

Soon after I heard a number of depressing laughs coming out of the door, and then I saw a man in a suit that did not fit.

He pooped and walked into my house.

I looked down on the ground and looked at me, and I said, “A few days, Miss Qi.”

I took his face seriously, and I made sure I never knew him, so why don’t I see him?

He looked at my confused look and laughed, and she said, “Do you remember me so soon?”

Words remain, and the young people before me are turned into old people with white hair.

It’s Mr. Aung.

The man went back in a second and told me his real name was On-on, and it would be fine if I were to continue to call him Mr. Taun.

“You’ve been fooled by me, you’re not guilty.”

“The mind-reading, the face-improvement.” He raised three fingers and shook in front of me, “I used three superpowers in order to do it.”

He looked at the view of the land in my arms and laughed, “As for him, he is even more innocent.”

“This poison cost me over 200 superpowers to add…”

He stopped when he started like a writer and looked at me as the only audience.

He stares at my face and looks at my eyes, and then he’s happy with my look, and he smiles.

I know he’ll answer my questions without asking me.

There are people in the world who do something and they have to show off.

Without an audience, they die.

He said that he was born bad and that he was at this point in his life.

He had been saying that he had been young for a long time and that he could only serve as a gate guard in a small district.

He then spoke for a long time about how rich people in the neighborhood could look down on him.

I looked at his face, full of flesh, and I thought that he had tried so hard to imitate my grandfather in exchange for my trust, and it was really hard for him.

It took him a long time to get to the point.

He began by telling me that there was no so-called 667 superpower.

He’s been one of the 666 superpowers.

But why would the superpowers on the APP show 664 deaths in that column?

That’s his superpower, “APP Manager.”

That’s the ability to give him some authority we don’t have.

Changing numbers is only one of these privileges.

His most useful access is to view the power of the user.

But at the very beginning, his superpowers were a little timid.

There are hierarchical limitations to viewing user superpowers.

He was able to see only those users with fewer superpowers than he had, and at the beginning, when he had only one superpower, no one could.

We can only change the numbers every day and create panic and play.

Until one day, he gained a second superpower from a little girl and turned things around.

The little girl’s superpower name is “immunization”, the effect of which is to immunize all direct injuries caused by other superpowers.

But he didn’t use superpowers. He strangled the little girl.

With two superpowers, he can see many of them and analyse their weaknesses.

He was almost invincible with “immunized” bodies.

But he never dared to challenge someone.

That’s the landscape.

Because Landscape had succeeded in killing white bone claws and gaining 396 superpowers before he acquired his second superpower.

He’s never been able to see the superpowers of the landscape.

Because of hierarchical repression, he had difficulty even using mind-reading techniques on landscapes.

So he decided to think.

He’s provoking between us.

Before he came to me, he went to the Landscape and told him that I didn’t love him as much as he thought, and if I thought there was a chance to be God, I would kill him.

If he didn’t believe me, he’d bet.

When he said that, he stopped and looked at me, “I knew you wouldn’t stand for killing him, so I lied to you from the beginning, and I told you that she was poisonous, and I told him that Coke was poisonous.”

I can’t believe I opened my eyes and looked at the view of the land in my arms, “You know, you know, why drink?”

But the landscape tried to open my eyes and couldn’t answer my question.

But it opened up, “Because he loves you.”

He looked at me and smiled a little, “You didn’t read your mind, of course not knowing how much he loved you.”

I was told that because of hierarchical repression, he could not read what the landscape was thinking.

But he’s always been able to see the mainstream thinking.

That thought, very paranoid, was all about me.

Onbong said that the view of the land was very different.

He also told me that he had set up that playground to explore the landscape’s own superpowers.

Although he had previously had his guess, it was only that time that it was finally established.

The rainbow came a few steps closer to me, and I moved back against the wall.

And he smiled, and he said, “What good is it that you hold him in your arms, poisons it in your body, and then he’ll be left with an empty shell, but he won’t die.

I don’t want you to look at me anymore. Give me the power. I’ll help you out.”

“In addition, I would advise you not to think about giving you superpowers. I poisoned her as soon as you gave her, she’ll be as dead as you are now.”

Landscape moved in my arms.

“Give him to me.”

I held the view even tighter and shook his head with tears, “No!”

But suddenly the landscape struggled to leave me.

His face was covered in blood, and the five officials were churned together in pain.

Blood was towed on the floor and he slowly climbed towards the rainbow.

“You know a lot.”

It’s good to see a rainbow crouching in front of a landscape, with his head down and under his roof.

“Well, I’ll give you a choice, as a gift before God.”

“That woman, you want her to live or die with you, I’m satisfied with you.”

The scenery coughed blood on the ground, getting worse, and a large mass of flesh was coughed out of his mouth in blood.

But he shuddered and pulled something on the floor.

“Yes, I will meet you.”

“So now, if you give up on me, you can end your suffering.” The rainbow reaches out to the landscape.

Landscape was tough, looked at me and laughed at me.

It’s ugly.

And then he turned back, slowly, slowly, and put his hand in the hand of the rainbow…

I said something again.

Landscapes are always different from me. He’s always the cool, the cool, the dazzling.

So when the landscape suddenly burst into the throat of the rainbow with a sharp knife, and then the blood on my face smug me.

I haven’t come out of the pain of “I’m going to lose my landscape.”

Tears are still falling.

Oncón is not dead.

But he can’t talk anymore, but he’ll have to stare at the landing.

The scenery looked at him, and it added to his body a level of violence I had never seen before, and he laughed, “You know it’s gambling, then you should have the idea of gambling.”

He said that he turned his sharp knife around, and the rainbow twitched for a while, and he stopped moving.

I’m scared.

But when the landscape looks at me again, it restores its constant tenderness.

Tell me, “It’s okay, it’s warm.”

Landscape told me.

He lied to me. He lied to me.

His own superpower is not a “cure”, but a “health” — a body that can always remain in the healthiest state.

And that’s why he was poisoned because he did.

He temporarily suspended the use of “health”.

“It was to paralyse him, to ease his guard, as I did when I was on whitebones.” Landscape smiled at me.

I know that these people have such a weakness that when they’re in the upper hand, they tend not to look like people and think they’re good at winning, but often die in the hands of what they think of as ants.

But I don’t care about those people. I’m just a pain in the ass.

Landscape hugged me, rubbing me in the face like a cat, “Of course it hurts, but he’s emptying my guts.”

I looked up, and my heart was sore, and my hands were sorely tied.

“I’m sorry, I…”

Before I finished my speech, Landscape interrupted me, “It’s no fault of you, it’s all in my plan, not so much that you’re bewitched, but that you’re bewitched.”

“Oon Rainbow has been around us for two years and I have long wanted to remove this security threat.”

The view reached over the shallow wound on my neck, gently touched it, and asked me with some care: “Will you blame me? I can’t talk to you because he sees your thoughts.”

Landscape also told me that it took a lot of effort to convince me that he was going to kill me and not see it coming.

“It’s hard to act.” Landscape concludes.

I’m done listening. It’s exciting, and I’m a little happy for the rest of my life.

And by the way, there’s a strange focus.

I think it’s really a romantic brain, why else would he have no doubt if Ludwig knew that Coke was toxic or drank it unrefuted?

I’m going to say this to Landscape.

But Landscape looked at me very carefully and said, “He was right about that.”

Then the landscape says it wants me to be God.

I’m stunned and I’m too busy saying what I am and what I am. If God were a man like me, the world would be an atheist.

I reached out to him, “Landscape, come on, I’ll give you the power.”

He smiled at me, held my wrist and put his finger on his skin.

He was a little exaggerating, and then he smiled and said, “The heat hit me again.”

I’ve been acting like a thunderstorm, and I’ve been shivering, and I’ve been making fun of him.

But before he opened his mouth, a huge force came to me!

It all came so suddenly that I was shocked to see the view.

The scenery blinked at me, whispered, and said something very corny.

“You are my God.”

I’m sure you’re curious right now — how does it feel to be God?

I mean, I kind of want to know.

It’s just a rumor to laugh, to put together 666 powers.

When Landscape gave me all of his 665 superpowers, I heard a ding, and immediately after that, a countdown came to mind.

Three seconds.

There’s a line here: “Congratulations on your collection of 666 superpowers. You now have three seconds to choose one of your greatest powers.”

♪ I can’t ♪

It took me a second to read the line.

I wonder for a second.

I can’t think of any other superpower name for the last second, just the look of a white jade for me.

He looks forward to it, looks careful, looks lost.

I think I have to send him a bunch of flowers.

To be honest, I think this superpower contest is a high-level and odious joke by the APP creator.

First they thought they could be gods, then at the end of the day they gave him a blow.

This feeling of falling from a height is not acceptable to everyone.

There should be no winners in this game.

But I won with Landscape.

He won a white jade for me.

I’ve got a little red in my hand.

I won a rose for Landscape.

And the landscape laughter, and I went over it, and I asked, “Is this the rose that the neighbor’s kid planted downstairs?”

Ah, found.

But I didn’t mean it, I put my hands in my waist, and I got my balls full:

“Whoever lets his dog shit every day in front of our house, I’ll take a rose off him, and it’ll be clean-up.”

The landscape smiled.

I asked him what he laughed at.

He looked at me softly, and the light fell on him, “Nothing, it just felt so good.”

Yeah, that’s great.

The sun is warm, the wind is clear.

I’m gonna spend my whole life with Landscape.

PS: Because the body of the landscape has been repaired by superpowers, it is now good, even without superpowers, but it will not remain healthy, so don’t worry about the future of the landscape.

Thank you for your company these days!

Goodbye!

What happens when 666 superpowers suddenly emerge around the world and the opponent is defeated to gain the superpower of the opponent, and how will the winner end up on his own? – Just a quick answer.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.