I Am Not the Supreme God

A shuttle came across the waves.

The nearest ocean base of the Super Motion team, within a few minutes, sent the memory extractor needed by Mr. Lucky.

The huge instrument cabin was placed in front of him, and there was no need for Mr. Lucky to say more, the super-moving team members voluntarily set up a cordon two or three hundred meters away, so that no one would disturb his work.

With anticipation and anxiety, Mr. Lucky walked into the cabin of the memory extractor.

Because he has the highest authority, the scenes captured by the memory extractor will be presented to him without any omission.

Let go of his mental defenses, opened up the memory deep in his mind, and let Mr. Lucky retrieve it.

He is like being in a white and borderless space, and the pictures floating around are all his memories that have not been completely forgotten throughout his life.

Using the authority, Mr. Lucky blocked all irrelevant memories and kept all his impressions of his father.

It is very sad that because my father is not at home all the time, I have very few memories of getting along with him.

But this also reduces the difficulty of own investigation.

Choosing the scene from his seventh birthday, Mr. Lucky walked in slowly.

"You're back!"

When I was young, seeing my father, who had not seen him for a whole year, come home, he ran up aggrievedly and hugged his father's arm.

However, his father stroked his young forehead, turned his head and smiled in the other direction from a perspective that he could not see at the time, and said, "Welcome home."

boom! !

Mr. Lucky's head was struck by lightning, and the direction his father was looking at was exactly where he was now, and he smiled and stared at him.

It seems that the man has really mastered everything!

The young self did not notice any heresy, and communicated with his father what happened throughout the year, and asked his father: "What have you done this year?"

Father smiled lovingly: "Dad...Dad is busy saving the world."

The young self hummed angrily: "Liar! You are not Superman!"

The father hugged his son and turned his head and said, "Dad never lied. You will understand everything in the future. Others don't understand me, but you must understand me."

Under his father's teasing, the young self became suspicious, and said: "How many times have you saved the world? Why don't you go home and see me, I miss you so much."

There was a trace of fatigue in his soft eyes, and said: "How many times are countless. It seems to be going on every day. If Dad dies one day, would you like to accept my mantle and go like me? Save the world?"

"Of course I do! But you won't die. I don't need to study when I grow up. I want to stay with you all the time!" the young self said quickly.

"This is not a fun thing, but my father selfishly wants you to hope that you can have the heart of a child in this matter." Dad laughed.

Suddenly, he looked aside and said, "Other than that, do you have any questions to ask Dad."

My young self cannot see far away, and there is a future self with a complicated expression, standing in this small home for a long time.

Tong Yan Wuji asked: "Yes! When can I save the world with you? I don't like school!"

At this time, the grown-up Mr. Lucky also asked at the same time: "Since the truth is with me, where is he, the blank space left on the Internet, and what does it mean."

The father in the memory holds his son, looks at the innocent child, and smiles: "You are always acting with me all the time, and the truth will always bless you... This is my dad’s journal. If one day, I can't leave a trace on it, so you must inherit my will and fulfill our agreement to guard the world."

On the screen of the mobile phone, the logbook of Dad's online account has dozens of thick pages.

He continued: "Now these blank pages are just a piece of program, but one day, when you get it, it will realize all your wishes, because this is my will, the truth that I have pursued all my life, will stay Give you."

Tong Yan Wuji's child asked: "What is the truth?"

The father’s answer was ambiguous: "The truth is me and you too."

In this space, no matter how uncomfortable Mr. Lucky is, he can't really cry because he doesn't have a physical body.

He was stuck in his heart, and then asked, "Is this the blank space you left, and what does the so-called partner mean?"

The young self seemed to have a sharp heart, and at the same time asked: "Then I will be very popular in the future, because superheroes have super partners!"

Father replied: "Yes, you will have many partners, and you will affect the order of the world, but the ultimate partner needs to be searched for by yourself. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. It’s yours. Somewhere around you, sometimes... the boundary between enemy and friend is very blurred, and the important thing is to see how you look at it."

Mr. Lucky was still puzzled, and asked: "Dad, make it clear, now is not the time to sell off."

The young one also said: "Sometimes I don't understand what you are saying."

Father smiled bitterly: "The truth is sometimes ambiguous. I don't know the truth. I just know whether the world can recover. Opportunities are fleeting. I hope you can seize it."

...

Mr. Lucky thought silently, sitting in the living room at home, watching the happy hour of the father and son when they were children.

But as I remember, happiness is always short-lived.

After giving his son his birthday, the father is leaving again.

The young self reluctantly said: "Can you not leave...stay a little longer, just stay...ten minutes!"

Father said kindly: "You said the same just now. Ten minutes have passed. The world is in jeopardy. We can't relax for a moment and forget what you just promised me. We must be strong. Honor and responsibility exist. "

The young self beeped softly and said, "But you have no honor...They don't respect you."

Father thought for a while and said: "My honor world knows, and the world knows it, I don't care, I have no time to care, and...I can't care."

Watched his father leave by car.

For two periods of time, I stood side by side downstairs and waved to his father.

Looking at the crying young self, Mr. Lucky said gently: "I am with you too."

...

Out of this memory.

Mr. Lucky is here again, in the fragment of the last time he saw his father in his memory.

This day is not a holiday, nor is it my birthday. My father, who has not been at home all the year round, suddenly returned home.

"Dad! You are back!"

The young self rushed up and hugged his father.

The father's eyebrows were a little tired and a little guilty. He said, "I miss you a son. Today I belong to you, and I don't belong to this world."

The young man sat on his father’s neck and happily directed his father to walk home, and asked, “Why come back suddenly without telling me, do you want to surprise me?”

The father replied: "If this makes you happy, then yes."

The young man asked in surprise: "But if I don't have a holiday today, the teacher will scold me if I don't go to class, won't your leader scold you?"

"Haha~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Father wants to stand up straight, and smiles: "I have asked for leave for you, the teacher will not scold you, and I, no one is qualified to scold me...except you. "

"I won't scold Dad!"

"You have this qualification, my job has come to an end, but there is still one last step..."

"You can go home and accompany me every day?!"

The father was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then tiredly said: "I can rest, but..."

"Needless to say, I know! But I am very satisfied to see you today."

"Sorry, Dayi and you, I chose the former."

"what does this mean?"

"The truth will die, but the will will last, and you will grow up with good luck, but this is what I and the world owe you, son, I love you."

"I... I love you too."