A Person in the Super God World: How Am I Supposed to Survive? This Is Urgent / The Message in a Bottle and Artificial Intelligence: Black Star

Godly Superpower: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle Author: Dragon God Enters Dream

Synopsis:

When Han Fei woke up, he discovered that he had transmigrated.

There was a city here called Giant Gorge. There were gods, demons, and beautiful Angels. This was a battlefield for civilizations, a world ruled by genes—but he had no Super Gene!

Just as Han Fei was wondering how he could survive the future crisis where half the world would die, he unexpectedly discovered that he seemed to have an affinity with water.

One scoop from a basin, and he got an intelligent chip that could rake in cash!

One scoop from the bathtub, and he got a Twelve Talismans gift pack!

One scoop from a swimming pool, and he put on Xing Tian Armor!

One scoop from a river, and Hexi's avatar... ahem.

One scoop from the sea, and he got a Doraemon time machine!

One scoop from a liquid planet...

The River of Time...

Countless years later, Han Fei, now the Cosmic Overlord, looked back and discovered that the Godly Superpower Universe had already taken on his shape~

P.S. This is not a lighthearted story. It leans toward hegemony, and the protagonist is also a power-oriented figure.

In the Godly Superpower Universe, How Was He Supposed to Survive? Urgent

Someone once asked me how an ordinary person should survive in a world of Cosmic Hegemony filled with gods and demons.

As a well-known keyboard warrior, I had been smug. It was the universe, not some fantasy world. No one understood it better than I did.

I believed in the power of civilization: mechas, Starship Cannons, planetary barriers, Black Hole Generators...

They casually burned planets like glass. What could those gods, who could only throw their weight around on a single planet, use to stop them?!

What could they use? (Tactical lean-back.)

As long as technology developed, wouldn't it be easy to blow up those feudal relics called gods and demons?

At the time, I had never considered why gods couldn't be technology themselves.

Unfortunately...

Giant Gorge City.

A dashing-looking young man kicked a thug out of an alley and struck a pose.

"Hmph. Keep doing evil, and if I see you again, I, Zhao Xin, descendant of Zhao Zilong of Changshan, will definitely not let you off!"

"Oh, give it a rest. We're almost late for school. Stop posing here when there aren't even any girls around."

A delicate-looking but sturdy young man walked out from the side, clutching a wad of cash in his hand.

"Come on, Fei. School just started, and you're already trying to ruin my moment..."

The two bickered as they headed to school.

When they arrived at school.

Han Fei sat in his seat.

He was a little dazed.

He was now a ninth-grade student.

When he had been in seventh grade, he had used the money he had saved, along with his excellent grades, to successfully come to Giant Gorge City.

Don't ask why he had so much money.

His parents simply didn't care.

Family issues.

As for why he had come here, it wasn't because it was a big city. It was mainly to verify a suspicion.

Unfortunately.

On his first day of school after arriving, he had seen a man walking with an utterly arrogant swagger while dispensing justice. Out of curiosity and a sense of righteousness, Han Fei had joined in. Afterward, when they exchanged names...

He discovered that the guy was called Zhao Xin!

And claimed to be a descendant of Zhao Zilong of Changshan!

Well then.

That confirmed it.

It was at that moment that Han Fei had completely recognized reality.

Several years ago, his memories had begun to awaken, and he had gradually emerged from the mystery of being reborn from a womb.

This world was quite similar to his previous life, so Han Fei had assumed it was either reincarnation or a parallel world. Wouldn't that explain all the strange inconsistencies?

But then.

First, he learned that the capital was called North Star City. Later, he heard that there was another city called Giant Gorge.

That immediately stirred up his memories.

The contents of an anime.

An extremely dangerous anime with gods and demons, where technology created cosmic deities. It was utterly unscientific, casually rewrote concepts, handcrafted black holes, and split planets with axes.

"Half the world dying and all that..."

After living again for so many years, he had actually forgotten much of it. He had barely even watched the latest third season.

But there were some things he remembered clearly, such as ordinary people dying in droves like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

This world was unfriendly to ordinary people. No, it was extremely unfriendly. Ordinary people basically had no path upward.

They were bound tightly to their civilization. A pre-nuclear civilization could not produce Super Soldiers.

Genes and such were all precious crystallizations of God-level Civilizations.

So.

"Where's my cheat?"

Han Fei's first thought back then had been of the thing someone like him, a transmigrator, ought to have.

But.

Years had passed since his transmigration.

He had never found any cheat.

It seemed he was a transmigrator without a cheat. Which meant he wasn't the protagonist, and by extension, he could die.

After that, for the sake of his life, he began to consider something.

As an ordinary person who seemingly had no cheat and no Super Gene, how could he survive the future crisis where half the world would die?

Then.

Zhao Xin, who had been scolded alongside him for playing hero, gave him an idea.

If he couldn't become someone powerful, could he cling to someone powerful instead?

Besides, Zhao Xin was a loyal man. Although he would later get into fights with street punks, fail to gain recognition, be seen as one of their kind, and show signs of giving up on himself, he always kept to his bottom line.

He was a good person.

Was there a better candidate than that?

Thus.

They had spent over two years becoming friends.

Until today.

"The internet can make money, sure, but I don't have enough capital right now. Stocks are out of the question—I don't have that kind of ability. As for real estate, it's too chaotic right now. If I get involved, my life might be in danger..."

Han Fei sat blankly at his desk, muttering about business.

Having lived another life, he had to climb higher somehow.

And experience a better life.

That was why money was necessary.

As for threats to his life, those were matters for the future.

Time passed slowly.

Han Fei returned home.

After finishing the evening news on TV.

"Right, I haven't washed up today."

He filled a basin with water.

Han Fei began washing his face.

But his hand suddenly touched something.

A moment later.

Han Fei looked at the forearm-sized glass bottle he had fished out of the water. "???"

He pulled out the wooden stopper.

A flash of light passed.

In his palm.

An apple appeared, with a bite taken out of it and half a worm left in the flesh.

!!!

The Drifting Bottle and Artificial Intelligence: Black Star

It was now 2009.

After four years, Han Fei was already in university, having started a few days ago.

It was Giant Gorge University.

And Zhao Xin had also had his fate changed by Han Fei. Instead of dropping out of high school, he had followed Han Fei and tested into this prestigious university.

After all these years of friendship, the two had become exceptionally close brothers. It could be said that Han Fei had perfectly accomplished his original goal of befriending Zhao Xin.

But Han Fei no longer cared that much about it now.

After all, affection went both ways.

After finishing the chicken leg in his hand.

Han Fei stood up. "All right, Old Zhao. Clean up the living room first. I'm going to wash up and get my things ready. I still have class tomorrow."

"Okay."

Zhao Xin, still battling his fried chicken, gave him a gesture in reply.

Back in his room, the decorations were simple, completely unlike what one would expect from a boy his age.

After tidying up a little, he went to the bathroom. Looking at the bathtub already filled with water, a trace of nervousness appeared on his face as he rubbed his hands together.

Don't misunderstand.

He wasn't here to take a bath.

"I heard luck improves quite a bit at night. Let's check the time."