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Forced to become a god [Quick Transmigration]
The instant Ji Zhaoming was hit, he was transported to a world he had never seen before.
He was surrounded by races he had never seen before, all of them tall and imposing. Ji Zhaoming, standing on tiptoe, could barely reach their necks. Before he could even catch his breath, all the people in front of him knelt down.
They called him—Wang (King).
You are the only one in this world, you are their...king.
You are the most unique existence in this world.
Lead them to victory, my king.
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Gu Yunzhou is a lone wolf.
Or perhaps it was just a lone wolf that had been eyeing Ji Zhaoming for a long time, starving.
How could a hungry wolf possibly control itself?
As Gu Yunzhou thought this, he carefully controlled his strength, fearing that he might accidentally hurt Ji Zhaoming.
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Because of Ji Zhaoming, Gu Yunzhou learned the meaning of self-control.
Content Tags: System, Sweet Romance, Quick Transmigration
Search keywords: Main character: Ji Zhaoming | Supporting character: Gu Yunzhou | Others: Beloved by the group
In short: You are the king, you are the faith—you are mine.
Theme: As long as we forge ahead bravely, there will be hope and light.
Chapter 1
You are the most unique existence in this world.
What are your views on love?
This is the most popular post on the school forum recently, with all sorts of replies. As the campus heartthrob of N University, many people even tagged Ji Zhaoming, saying that this was their entire view on love.
Ji Zhaoming rarely browses the school forum. He only saw this post because his roommate shared it directly to the dormitory group, which attracted everyone in the dormitory to watch it and tag him every day.
Scrolling down his phone, Ji Zhaoming even saw several familiar IDs in the posts.
A message popped up in the dorm group chat: 【Aji, aren't you going to say something?】
Ji Zhaoming did not reply to this message.
He had never been in a relationship or liked anyone. Even though many girls confessed their feelings to him—and there were quite a few boys among them—Ji Zhaoming politely declined them all.
He didn't even know what it felt like to be moved.
Simply put, he has no opinion on love.
I neither like nor dislike it, and I don't believe in love.
How can someone like him, who has no job, no connections, and no social standing, express his opinion?
Ji Zhaoming habitually touched the red string on his wrist, smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to reply, he heard the sound of the traffic light changing. He stopped typing and prepared to walk forward.
He lowered his arm, and the sunlight shone on his wrist.
Ji Zhaoming's wrists were slender, so thin that one hand could easily encircle them. A red string was tied around his wrist, creating a striking contrast with his fair skin.
Judging from the wear and tear on the red rope, it must have been quite a few years ago.
Ji Zhaoming couldn't actually remember how long he had worn the red string on his wrist; judging from the wear and tear, it must have been over five years. In his memory, Ji Zhaoming didn't even know where the red string came from.
I felt as if I had been wearing it for a very, very long time, like a talisman.
Later, Ji Zhaoming became too lazy to untie the red rope.
He closed his phone and was about to cross the road when a truck came hurtling towards him. His pupils constricted, and before he could react, he suddenly heard someone urgently calling his name.
Then, I was plunged into darkness, my body kept falling, the wind rushed past my ears, and if this continued, I would probably be smashed to pieces.
Ji Zhaoming tried hard to control his limbs, but it seemed as if something was blocking his head and limbs. No matter how hard he tried, his limbs remained motionless.
what happened?
Wasn't he hit by a car? Why is he sinking instead?
Finally, he fell to the bottom, but contrary to Ji Zhaoming's expectation of being smashed to pieces, he instead arrived at a light and airy place, as if he were in the clouds. The clouds were soft and seemed afraid of hurting the person who had fallen.
In the darkness, only that urgent voice remained in his ears, repeatedly calling his name.
It sounded very familiar; it seemed that if Ji Zhaoming were given just a little more time, he would be able to recall where he had heard this name before.
H
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