I give the world destruction and rebirth

When the world was in chaos, Mr. Good Luck Carl Wille was happily living in Vault 2. He was originally assigned to Vault 0, but Mikkelsen suddenly came to do a 'Peter a Clever' style before the apocalypse. He had an epiphany and realized that Mr. Good Luck was actually the best weapon against him. If he was put together with Dr. Wu Qianying, the threat would skyrocket.

So he deliberately took a special line and used the ability of the dimensional gate to send Carl Wile away. Vault No. 2 is located underground in the northwest of D.C. It is filled with officials from all levels of the federal government. Strictly speaking, it should be It is the command center of various refuges in the Federation after the Apocalypse.

However, in fact, almost everyone has forgotten about it, or no one is willing to listen to any of its instructions. Even the federal commander himself, Mr. Luther, does not want to stay there and waste actual time.

But for Carl Wilo, this is paradise. Many people here know him or have heard rumors about him. Moreover, these rumors have become more and more exaggerated over time. Many people believe it. I believe that as long as they gain Carl Wille's friendship, they will be able to gain part of each other's luck.

Of course, there are also people who firmly believe that if they drink Mr. Haoyuan's human blood and eat his flesh, it will have the same effect. But no one has yet succeeded in what Mikkelsen couldn't do back then. Naturally, these wine bags and rice bags can also do it. Less than.

However, some people found another way and came up with the idea of ​​Mr. Good Luck's other bodily fluids.

"No, Ms. Adele, it's not that there's a problem with your charm, it's that there's a problem with me." Carl Wille, who looked disheveled, refused the warm invitation of his bed partner after he got up in the morning. He really couldn't do it anymore. He didn't even want to Remember the last time you spent a quiet night alone.

After ten years, even a man who is made of iron should be ground into a needle. Carl Wilo is tired of playing.

So he got dressed alone in the bathroom, hesitated and took away his favorite towel, and then swaggered through the bedroom and living room, whether it was Ms. Adele on the bed or coffee was being brewed in the living room. Several other ladies happened to not notice the appearance of Mr. Good Luck.

He left the Wenrou Village alone and walked on the route where the monitoring showed brief fluctuations. At this moment, he seemed to have Vicky's ability.

But for Carl Wilo, it was just another ordinary morning. In the past ten years, he had performed such a trick of running away from home every few months, waiting for himself to recover from mental and physical desensitization. Only when the status is restored will he appear in front of other shelter residents again.

Although Carl Wille does not have the rumored ability to confer his good luck to others, there is still probability in the world besides him. Some people have gained his friendship by chance, or others. Something, and then they happen to be lucky, these people will take this accident to themselves.

This has also led to Carl Willer now being like Tang Monk. His bath water is the hard currency in Vault 2. Many times, he doesn’t want to think carefully about the dirty trade chain behind it, otherwise he will always find out something that makes him lose money. The truth about his physical discomfort.

Carl Wille happily walked in a passage he had never been to before. He stayed among the women for a long time this time, so he planned to take a longer 'escape' this time.

Therefore, Carl Wiler quickly found a secret storage room in a corner of the passage that someone had left for him during the construction. Moreover, it was still ownerless. After all, not everyone who built the shelter back then was successful. After staying in a shelter, even if they are qualified, they may not be able to enter the shelter in time.

This is already the sixth ownerless storage room that Carl Willer has found in the past few years. The previous ones have been consumed by him in the past few years. Judging from the amount of reserves, this one is probably enough for him. The number of times I have faced the wall and thought about my past two or three times.

It's a pity that there is no bed here. The person who stocked these things back then probably had his own room in the shelter, and this place was just used as a warehouse for supplies.

But it doesn't matter. According to Carl Willer's experience, generally if he wants something, he can wait up to a week before it appears in front of him in a very reasonable way.

For example, three years ago, he suddenly wanted to drink a glass of pure tequila. It happened that a former congressman who had a possession of this liquor died of a cerebral hemorrhage. His widow warmly entertained him with his possession of liquor. Mr. Good Luck, and lamented that he could really bring good luck to others through body fluids. She only slept with Mr. Good Luck once, and her dream came true.

From this perspective, the death of the congressman can indeed be attributed to Carl Willer. After all, cerebral hemorrhage is a probabilistic event. Some people will never have an accident in their lifetime, while others are doomed.

Carl Willer prayed devoutly that he needed a soft mattress, and then yawned, lying on the ground like this, curling up in a ball and planning to have a good sleep. After all, he didn't have much time to sleep last night.

Although he had lived a very free and easy life in the shelter for ten years, the incident of Apocalypse Day had always been like a thorn in his heart.

Although those people didn't say it, he could feel that they had been thinking that since they could make their wishes come true, why not make a wish to end this doomsday and restore everything to peace, or ask for less and let the people on the surface It would be nice if the wind stopped for a while.

Carl Wilo really tried to use his ability to save the world, but nothing happened. His ability was such that even if he wanted to work hard and exert more influence, he could not find a way.

He didn't even know whether his ability had not taken effect or had already taken effect, but the effect was not obvious. After all, the official statement was that the big storm had begun to weaken.

If the big storm was caused by supernatural powers, then it is reasonable that it is weakening now because of supernatural powers, right?

With this thought, Carl Wilo lay on the floor with peace of mind and fell asleep almost immediately

"Karl Wilo!" A gentle and gentle woman's voice came from a very far away place. Mr. Lucky, who was a little sensitive to women, immediately developed PTSD symptoms. He was about to jump up from the floor and escape like a carp.

It's a pity that the originally strong waist and abdominal muscles are now in the offseason and cannot provide enough muscle strength at all. The result is that Carl Wilo Carp reached halfway through the thrust, fell back on the spot, and hit the back of his head heavily on the floor. Got a swelling.

"Fuck!" Carl Wilo hasn't experienced such pain for many years since his awakening. He usually screams for a long time when a barb appears on his finger. He only ate it occasionally during the days when he was hanging out with Tang Ji. Nod bitterly.

"Forget it, let's eat something to make up for it." Carl Wille thought about Tang Ji's things, and he was thinking about the sorrow and sweetness. He thought that it would be great if Tang Ji was still alive. There must be a decent person to take care of all the bad things outside. Take care of it, otherwise nothing may happen when the surface returns to normal.

When Carl Wille was remembering Tang Ji, Annie, who was far away in Vault 0, bit her quilt angrily. Her perfect body at the level of the Seven Deadly Sins made her bite force almost as strong as that of a crocodile, directly cutting the composite material into pieces. There were seven or eight holes in the insulation.

"Carl Wilo! You bastard!" Annie was furious with herself for a long time. Not only did that bastard seldom dream, but it was also difficult for her to detect it. This time, she was lucky. In the end, the bastard actually heard her voice. Then, I suddenly woke up with a fright!

She is the lust of the Seven Deadly Sins! She is supposed to be the one that everyone loves, her charm kills everyone regardless of gender!

What kind of reaction was that just now!

Anne did have something to discuss with Mr. Good Luck. Although her abilities were suppressed to a certain extent in the big storm, the power of dreams is not in the same dimension as the real world, and it is not as powerful as space system supers like Wang Zhengdao. Like humans, they were almost completely suppressed and couldn't even get out.

It's just difficult for her to connect from one dream to another like before, one by one, and she can travel around the whole world in one night.

In the dream world, Annie could see those dense, crowded dream groups, which were dreams being generated in each shelter, and beyond these dream groups was the endless void, which was the destroyed civilized world.

Once upon a time, dreams were either crowded or scattered all over the world, allowing Annie to travel back and forth easily.

Now, in order to lower her will to Vault 2 on the other side of the Federation, Annie needs to first guide someone in Vault 0 to dream about D.C. or, more accurately, about Vault 2. The shelter, or someone who is in Vault 2, can transfer his will through this dream.

How to manipulate a dream is an art. You can't be too abrupt or too weak. If you are too abrupt, it will cause the dreamer to realize the logical errors of the world and wake up in the dream. If you are too weak, it will cause the dreamer to wake up in the dream. The influence you exert defaults to some weak subconscious idea and is simply ignored.

If she didn't have to be wary of Mikkelsen, the old conspirator, Anne could have found a target who was awake, chatted with him for a few words, mixed the memory of Vault 2 with her charm, and let the target complete the task. The process of thinking and dreaming at night.

But obviously, if Anne took the initiative to mention the sensitive place of Vault 2, Mikkelsen would immediately realize that he was trying to contact Carl Wilo and become alert.

Annie could only use a much inefficient way, like coaxing a child in a dream, constantly hinting at the opponent's Shelter No. 2, but fortunately, she did it in the end, but her target was directly frightened awake by her voice.

"I don't believe you don't sleep!" Annie lay down heavily on the bed and began to repeat the previous process again.

She did need Carl Willer's help with something. In the days after Wu Qianying was awakened, he had left several seemingly unrelated tasks for her in her dreams. Although Anne was not convinced, the other party refused to tell her the complete plan. She felt angry at herself, but in the face of Wu Qianying's mentally retarded look, she could only swallow her anger in the end. Whether she could survive safely in the future all depended on the looks of the couple.

Contacting Carl Wilo is one of the tasks left by Wu Qianying.

This wait lasted for four hours. Anne waited until Carl Wille had eaten, drank, played, and felt sleepy again, and then waited patiently for his dream to come.

"Carl Wilo" Annie carefully appeared in Mr. Good Luck's dream. This time, she did not enter rashly, but first observed the surrounding environment.

The result was beyond her expectation. She originally thought that this place would be a bustling casino, full of scenes like women's gold-selling caves. However, in fact, it was a pure white space with only a green Bodhi tree standing in the middle. There, Carl Wiler was wearing a white robe, sitting in Vajrasana posture under the Bodhi tree, adjusting his breathing rhythmically.

When Anne approached him, Carl Wille opened his eyes, and his first words were: "Women? No, no need for women, I need to be calm. Breathe, breathe, I need to remain calm. No women."

Following Carl Welle's words, Anne felt a powerful dream force that was about to drive her out of this dream. But fortunately this time, Carl Welle was sleeping soundly. Anne resisted the power of the dream and went up. There was a big mouth in front of him, and the beating made Carl Wilo spin around in a big circle.

"Take a good look at who I am!" Annie stood in front of Carl Wille with her hands on her waist, her tone still filled with resentment from before.

"Who are you?" Carl Wilo was an optimist. Ten years of living happily had made the grooves in his brain smoother, and his limited memory of Anne had long been turned into protein and shot out.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. Anne suppressed her anger and said viciously: "I am the Lord of Happy Dreams! I am Lust of the Seven Deadly Sins!"

"Okay, okay, no matter who you are, you won, now take what you want." Carl Wilo didn't care what the other party said at all. As he spoke, he took off his clothes, not only in dreams, but also in these years. , he also behaves like this in the real world.

Anne snapped her fingers, and Carl Wille's crime tool disappeared instantly. She now had complete control over this place, and even if he wanted to wake up, she would have to agree.

"Give you another chance to organize your words, Carl Wilo." Anne snapped her fingers again, and the thing grew directly on Carl Wilo's forehead. Whenever he screamed, he had to risk his own mouth. risk, so Mr. Good Luck quickly regained his composure

"Damn it! Take it away quickly! No, put it back to its original place!" Carl Willer was awake now, and then asked in surprise: "Why did you come to me?"

"I seem to have found Tang Ji's dream."

I was too sleepy last night and couldn't hold on.