I’ll Quit Being a God Chapter 2: Looking for information

"Gan!" Guan Junyan blurted out, "It's not a mobile phone, what password should I set!"

This is like a little match girl who finally lit a match. Before she could enjoy the warmth for a moment, a heavy rain poured down on her head.

Enduring the pain in his body, Guan Junyan took two deep breaths and told himself to calm down.

It’s not surprising that tablets have passwords. There may be important information inside. Modern people have a high level of security awareness.

Determine the specific time first. Even if the screen is locked, the time should be displayed.

However——

No.

The password interface has no time.

When the screen is locked and reopened, it doesn't work. It directly jumps to the password input field.

The drop-down does not respond and the convenient menu cannot be brought up.

"Gan!" Another voice said, "Why don't you lock it so tightly! I just want to check the time! IOS has never been so anti-human!"

It's not rain that extinguishes the flame, it's that it destroys the other matches.

Guan Junyan was so angry that he threw the tablet back to its original position.

Isn’t it okay if I don’t count on you anymore?

Bang, the tablet landed on the bedside table and made a harsh sound, which startled Guan Junyan.

Why is it so loud?

I quickly picked up the tablet and found that the back of the tablet was already covered with cracks.

"The quality is so bad? No, that's not right."

The material of the tablet is no different from the mobile phone in my memory. It should not be dropped easily. This is the back panel, not the screen.

Pinched tentatively.

The back panel dented downwards, and the screen instantly cracked, directly from the outer screen to the inner screen.

? ? ? ? ? ?

Guan Junyan looked at his hands blankly, and with great difficulty suppressed his uneducated speech.

It turns out it’s not that the quality of the tablet is bad, it’s that the body is too powerful.

But is this really something humans can do? Let’s not talk about the screen, it’s the back panel, and it dents with just a pinch.

Not only does it require considerable strength, but it also requires sufficient hardness.

Could it be that this body is not made of flesh and blood, but made of steel and iron?

The **** moved each other, and the feedback feedback was normal. It was indeed flesh and blood.

How can flesh and blood compare to metal?

Can a person really punch through a fifty centimeter steel plate in a rage?

Still, this body is not an extraordinary body, and this world is not an ordinary world either. There is an extraordinary power system.

Time travel has happened, and it is not surprising to upgrade from a foreign country to another world.

Guan Junyan suddenly remembered the look in his brother's eyes before he left. Can ordinary people really have such eyes and momentum? Is his performance related to extraordinary power?

Also, there is the screen of the Night Parade in the room and the portrait of Abe Seimei.

Generally speaking, few people would use this kind of thing as a bedroom decoration. Maybe the family where this body belongs has an inseparable relationship with this aspect.

As a result, one's own risk is further increased. The improvement of individual power can easily lead to the expansion of desires, making people more self-centered and prone to rely on strength when encountering problems.

Progress must be accelerated.

Thinking this way, Guan Junyan left the bed.

Although my body still hurts every time I move, it is much better than at the beginning. Maybe I am getting used to it gradually.

However, he did not feel relaxed because of this, but became more cautious.

The intactness of the room shows that the original owner can control the power well. If he fails to control it well, he will become abnormal and easily arouse the suspicion of others.

Just like this, I came to the study as quietly as possible.

If there is a place where there are most likely clues, it must be here.

Diary, or any other information will do.

Although the communication technology in this world is also very advanced, it should not be to the extent of completely abandoning paper materials.

The desk is very clean, with nothing else except classic study supplies.

The drawer has no lock, and there are books neatly stacked inside.

"Mandarin", "Geography", "Civics", "Mathematics", "Physics", "Chemistry"...

Although he has changed countries, Guan Junyan will never forget these books no matter what. They are textbooks that have accompanied him for more than ten years.

It looks very new. Could it be that this body still has the identity of a student?

As expected of District 11, no matter what happens, I have to go to school. No matter it is the end of the world or a superman with super powers, I will be a student when I reach the age.

"As for time travel, anything can happen."

Reciting this new law he just summarized silently, Guan Junyan picked up the nearest textbook.

It's not for studying, I just want to see if my name is written in the textbook.

No cover.

Turn over the first page, and slide the opposite piece of paper to your hand. You can vaguely see a regular red grid inside.

"Is this——believe it?"

Guan Junyan perked up.

Whether the content of the letter is important or not, at least you can get the information.

Hurryly unfold it vertically and start eating Japanese raw meat from left to right.

The result was that I couldn’t understand it at all, and I was stunned for a moment before I slapped my forehead.

"I'm stupid too, the Japanese writing habit is from right to left, vertical layout!"

Rotate the letter paper and add a head to make it smooth.

My younger brother Hao Er:

——By the time you read this letter, I will most likely be dead.

There is no need to feel sad for me. My parents' revenge must be avenged. I am the eldest son, and this is the responsibility I must bear.

After this battle, regardless of the outcome, you will inherit the position of head of the family. That position belongs to you.

I secretly concealed my father's last words and lied that my father had passed on his position to me.

I think this will be more powerful for your practice.

You may not believe it, but there is no need for a dying person to lie to you about this kind of thing.

You are more talented than me and more talented than my father, and you will definitely be able to go further than us on the path of Onmyoji. A person's youth is the golden period for spiritual practice, and one should not be distracted by external things.

So, I took away your position as the head of the family on my own initiative. I hope you can concentrate on your cultivation, maintain the family affairs, and leave all revenge matters to me. Once everything is settled, I'll hand it back to you.

That's it now.

The family is now stable and has hope for revenge.

I have mastered the forbidden technique, and at worst I can die with the demon monk.

If I die in this battle, my body must be recovered.

If the body is broken, please bury me and my father and mother together.

If the body is intact, don't bury it. You can use my corpse to make a shikigami puppet by yourself.

Don't have any thoughts such as disrespect or blasphemy. That is my brother's wish.

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The tempering process is irreversible. Even if the soul is destroyed, the body should be able to maintain a considerable degree. Refining it in time should be able to add more strength to you and the family. It can also be regarded as some compensation for my revenge for burying all the shikigami passed down by my father.

Finally, I sincerely pray for the blessings of the eight million gods to bless my brother everything goes well and to bless the family's prosperity for generations to come.

——Brother Guan Junyan’s masterpiece!

"Guan Junyan? Your name is Guan Junyan too?"

When he saw the final signature of the letter, Guan Junyan, who had been concentrating on reading the Japanese content, suddenly became excited.

Although I know that the name Guan Junyan is commonly used in China, Japan and Korea, and each has a beautiful meaning, it still feels unprecedented to be transported to someone with the same name and surname.

There is the joy of not having to change my name, and there is also the sense of destiny that God will provide for me.

There is also the relief of not having to carry the lives of others.

The letter has made it clear that it will completely burn the soul and temper the body.

The source of the powerful power was also revealed, and it was tempered by the original owner at the cost of his soul.

Perhaps it was at that time that I traveled through time and entered this body that had lost its soul.

"Since fate really arranged it this way, it means that Guan Junyan should not just disappear. At least let me live a good life in your place."

The moment this idea came up, Guan Junyan felt clear-headed, and three Chinese characters suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which was the traditional Chinese version of his name "Guan Junyan".

Instinctively concentrating, more Chinese characters appeared:

Toshihiko Seki, born in 2000, was born in the Seki family of the Onmyoji branch in Okutama Town, Tokyo.

PS: "Citizen" is equivalent to domestic politics, but also includes economics, ethics, and modern sociology.