Strange World I. White City, on a commercial street that had just become ruins.
Lu Sheng lounged lazily in a wicker chair. On his right was the newly released Spy War Blockbuster; on his left were foreign-language discs he had just bought from the Audio-Visual Store.
He was studying this world's culture and language. Multitasking was no trouble for him. If he wished, he could split his mind three ways, four ways, or even more.
But that would be too exhausting. This body's enhancement and development had yet to reach that level, so there was no need to rush.
Lu Sheng idly played with a small wooden carving in his hand, watching the movie absentmindedly while dedicating part of his senses to the vast stream of God-Entrusting Power flowing in without end.
Compared to some time ago, the amount of God-Entrusting Power over the past few days had risen from a little over ten points per day to several hundred points per day.
He was fairly satisfied with that rate of growth.
More importantly, as his believers continued to expand, his senses and intelligence network gradually spread to every corner of the world.
To him, this planet now resembled a pitch-black sphere dotted everywhere with tiny specks of white starlight.
And as time passed, those white sparks continued to multiply and shine brighter.
Casually picking up a chocolate biscuit from beside him, Lu Sheng stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and washed it down with a gulp of yogurt.
Bored, he glanced out into the passageway. The sidewalk outside the shop had gradually regained some liveliness.
More and more pedestrians passed by. The ground that had been split open by the earthquake had almost been completely repaired.
Humans were the most forgetful of animals. Give them