The Useless God

Perhaps because the atmosphere was tiring, they unconsciously started to feel tired as well...

So everyone started sleeping during class.

Although many criticize Professor Hong's lectures for being perfunctory, this is understandable given the packed schedule of main courses.

Everyone missed Teacher Hong's health and physical education classes...

Unfortunately, she was unwell and missed class for a long time.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding--"

As the bell rang, the Chinese teacher, who had been frantically trying to catch up on the material, immediately stopped his hypnotic lecture. "Get out of class dismissed!"

This morning, she had classes in classes A, B, C, and E—a total of four periods. She was in ecstasy from all the classes and was incredibly hungry.

After I finish eating, I'm going to take a good nap in the office.

"..."

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

"Oh, you're awake."

These two students, with different feelings, did the same thing—preparing for dinner—with different emotions of joy and sorrow.

Some Student Council go to the convenience store to eat instant noodles, buy bread, or buy the school-provided lunch.

The nutritional value and variety of dishes in the school lunches are guaranteed by professional chefs and nutritionists to ensure students' balanced nutrition.

However, the taste was really not good.

Generally speaking, most people still choose to bring their own lunchboxes to eat.

Enjoying food with friends or a partner while seated in a classroom or outdoors, or engaging in similar acts of sharing.

Cong Yu had always bought lunch at the convenience store and ate it on the rooftop... mostly bread or sandwiches.

However, afterwards, he and Yaochuan Guang stayed in the Gourmet Club's classroom, eating the bento boxes that Yaochuan Guang made in the morning.

Today, the two of them also carried their lunchboxes and prepared to go to the clubroom.

Of course, saying "carrying" isn't quite right either, because Cong Yu was empty-handed—the lunchbox was simply in Yaochuan Guang's bag, as always.

Surprisingly, Minato Namikaze was also carrying a lunchbox and looking like he was about to leave the classroom today... He usually eats in the classroom.

"Huh? Doesn't Bo Feng eat in the classroom?"

When asked about what the other students were saying, Minato Namikaze scratched his face and said, "Ah, well... my childhood friend seems to have transferred here and joined the first grade. I'm going to have lunch with her."

Upon hearing Minato Namikaze's words, some of the female students in the class immediately wailed, "Ah! Why!?"

Are you... are you a couple?

"Cong Yu is gone, and Minato-kun is gone too... No!!"

Amidst the commotion in the class, Minato Namikaze laughed awkwardly and left the classroom, then went downstairs with Cong Yu and Yaochuan Guang.

"Ah, Bo Feng's childhood friend?"

Yaochuan Guang asked this question curiously.

"..." Cong Yu silently thought of something... If we're talking about "Minato Namikaze's childhood friend," it just feels like there's only one person.

In response to Yaochuan Guang's question, Minato Namikaze scratched his face. "Yeah, that's right... We've known each other since elementary school."

As he said this, Minato Namikaze recalled things from the past, "She was a very gentle girl."

As Minato Namikaze said this, the three of them walked down from the school building and then saw a red-haired girl waiting on a bench in the school corridor.

Then, carrying Minato Namikaze, Minato Namikaze waved at the girl under Cong Yu's "as expected" gaze. "Ah! Kushina, over here--"

Upon hearing Minato Namikaze's greeting, the girl called Kushina first smiled, then immediately punched Minato Namikaze in annoyance. "Minato, you're so slow! I've been waiting for ages!"

"..."

"Pfft!!! Sorry, sorry--"

Minato Namikaze, who had almost coughed up bile from being punched, expressed his apology, then looked behind him. "Them... eh?"

Before Minato Namikaze could explain to his childhood friend about his companion's friend, he discovered that Cong Yu and Yaochuan Guang had already slipped away far away.

Cong Yu even gave him a thumbs-up from afar.

So, there's nothing wrong with introducing us, right?

"Minato, what are you looking at?"

"Ah, no... it's nothing."

--

I don't know why

"I feel like Minato Namikaze and that girl are a good match... Cong Yu, you think so too, right?"

Cong Yu nodded at Yaochuan Guang's excellent intuition, and sighed, "For that girl... Minato Namikaze is the only answer."

Speaking in a way that Yaochuan Guang couldn't understand, Cong Yu's mind flashed through the contents of "Minato Gaiden," and she said, "That's why I don't want to be a third wheel."

Yaochuan Guang, who thought the same thing, nodded and pushed open the door to the clubroom. "Yuan'an- senpai, we're here."

In response to Yaochuan Guang's greeting, Yuan'an Alisa, while feeding the "Nozuchi Annihilation Snake," said, "Oh, good afternoon... Cong Yu is here too, it's been a long time."

It has indeed been a long time, as Cong Yu has been on leave for quite some time.

After that, he probably won't have anything else to do and can enjoy some student life... right?

"Beep beep beep--"

The moment Cong Yu finished thinking this, his phone rang, signaling that someone had sent him a message.

"..."

"..." Could it be that the students' daily lives are going to be ruined?

With this skeptical thought in mind, Cong Yu opened Linx and looked at the message the Rap King had sent her.

[Rap King (who is tanned): Cong Yu! Hehe! When are you coming over to my place?!]

It seems the Rap King needs my help with something, which makes the situation relatively easy to handle...

Because of the time difference, Cong Yu only needs to go over once in the evening, which doesn't significantly affect the students' lives.

After all, weirdos don't really need sleep, so it's okay for them to go without it occasionally.

With this in mind, Cong Yu gave her reply.

[Cong Yu: What's wrong?]

Meanwhile, the Rap King responded quickly, seemingly having been waiting on the other end of the phone for Cong Yu's reply.

[Rap King (who's tanned): Carlos and Miss. Ling are both over here! I didn't understand a whole bunch of stuff they were saying.]

[Rap King (who's tanned): But anyway, it seems like that bitch Moerae is about to arrive--]

"..." Yo?

NO!

What the fxck?!

Chapter 423 Miscellaneous God

The Rap King, whose full name is Mike Creeper, is the head of the Creeper Family, the largest family in the United States.

Without a doubt, the United States is not his domain.

Unlike Snow Woman- onna, Death King, or Takemikazuchi, who control Spirit Vein and Takemikazuchi, Rap King's situation is actually quite similar to Cong Yu's.

No, and it's not similar to Cong Yu.

If Cong Yu is the "King of the Dark Side," then the Rap King is the "King of the Underground." Although they are similar, there are still differences.

After all, most people know that there is such a person as the Rap King, but not many people know Cong Yu's identity.

And the Rap King's strength...

To put it simply, his status in the United States music scene is like Jay Chou's status in the Chinese music scene at the beginning of the 21st century.

What?

You're asking about fighting ability, not musical ability?

Hmm, the Rap King... not bad.

Defeating the boss shouldn't be a problem. After all, the quality and quantity of magic are there. But if you want to compete with your colleagues...

That's still a bit of wishful thinking.

Therefore, without a doubt, he couldn't get rid of Miss. Ling... In fact, it could be said that he was at a loss as to how to proceed.

Even with Miss Lin's cooperation, it still wouldn't work.

No matter how you look at it, the descent of a god is never a good thing... Of course, according to Miss Lin herself, gods don't appear so easily.

First, you need to have a high-quality "embryo" and patiently wait for it to develop.

Secondly, Moerae needs to have sufficient reasons.

At the most crucial moment, ensure that Fate follows the most correct manifold.

So, the way to counteract this and prevent Moerae's arrival is easy to understand—either eliminate the embryo or help her maintain her Fate.

In other words, this is a threat.

If Fate were to take a more than 50-fold turn, it's uncertain whether humanity could survive. But in the future, Moerae would certainly not be able to be born.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome."

Cong Yu couldn't help but say this, looking at Miss Lin sitting obediently next to him... At this moment, she had covered her eyes again and again.

This was to prevent Moerae from spying on the world; the fabric used was something that could block magical detection...

Cong Yu expressed doubt about its effectiveness, while Miss Lin was more aware of the situation—it could have an effect, but not a significant one.

"You're really pathetic."

Cong Yu sighed, patting her head, while Miss Lin's voice was filled with weariness. "Getting involved with God is the biggest regret of my life."

Now her family is gone, her sect is gone, and the prestige of the Immortal Alliance has been severely damaged... she has nothing left.

One's own life must continue as the God's Embryo.

"Actually, I think you're probably being targeted."

Cong Yu, saying this, looked at Carlos, who had fallen asleep leaning against a chair in the LiveHouse.

Mario: "You guys are tired lately?"

It was indeed exhausting. First, I had to search the world for Followers of Moerae to deal with, traveling to nearby countries.

Neither Carlos nor Miss Lin possessed Cong Yu's exceptional mobility.

They can basically only rely on human transportation and their own flight.

Then, as Moerae's voice occasionally came out of Miss Lin's mouth, she gradually began to realize something.

Knowledge about God and information about Fate slowly flowed into her mind as her will gradually aligned with Moerae's.

Physical fatigue is secondary.

It's mainly mentally exhausting.

Just then, the doors of the LiveHouse opened, and the Rap King walked in, striking a rapping pose. "Yo! I'm back!"

For a Black person, it's surprisingly appropriate for the Rap King to say such things.

So what was the result?

In response to Cong Yu's question, the Rap King glanced at Miss Lin, who was leaning against Cong Yu, and simply said, "Boom--"

As the Rap King uttered the onomatopoeic word, Carlos Mario slowly woke up, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "What's 'Boom'?"

"It's an explosion!"

"So, what explosion?"