Many enthusiastic spectators were surprised to find that a strange guy appeared in the audience.

He walked up and down from time to time, pulling people to ask some strange questions.

"What is the meaning of your life?"

"Why do you like horse racing?"

"Why do these carbon-based organisms make you love so much?"

"Why did someone tell me to bet on the 7th to win? Obviously the 5th is the strongest."

"By the way, why do you wear clothes? I didn't wear clothes just now, and I was almost taken away by a group of vicious creatures who claimed to be the police."

This guy in fancy clothes throws these questions up again and again.

By the way, he made this hippie dress casually.

In the end, the young man was finally disappointed after asking a lot of people and not getting answers that satisfied him.

"You are all hypocritical, never admit that you are not smart." He sighed deeply, disappointed.

The more he asks, the more confusion he increases, but no one can stand up to answer his more and more questions, not to mention the answer that he sought-what is the meaning of life.

"Child, if you want to find someone who is knowledgeable, I believe there is someone who can help you, the president of Parker Industries, Mr. Peter Parker can answer your question, he is a genius!" An old man stared at the racecourse with wide eyes. He didn't reply, "By the way, are you sure that No. 5 is the strongest? Don't lie to me, otherwise I will make you pay!"

But he didn't get a response, and when he turned to look, the young man had disappeared.

...

New York Parker Industries, CEO Peter goes to work as usual.

With a soft ding sound, the elevator reached the first floor. When Peter walked in and turned to press the floor, a strange guy in white clothes was standing outside the elevator.

"Michael Jackson???"

Peter looked at the guy in front of him with a dumb face. Hasn't this one been dead for decades? Why is he alive again? The appearance and body shape of the clothes are exactly the same.

In fact, this is a brand new image that this mysterious existence has just created for itself, yes, it is to imitate a certain passing **** of dance.

"Are you going to come in?" Parker hurried to press the elevator.

"Do you like horse racing?"

"Michael" asked.

"What?" Peter was a little dazed.

Then the elevator closes and moves upward.

On the second floor, while Peter was still frowning and thinking, the elevator door opened again.

"What is the meaning of life? Wear clothes? How do you see the diversity of this world?"

Without waiting for Peter to speak, the elevator went up again.

On the third floor, "Why don't the police come to arrest you when you wear clothes?"

On the fourth floor, "Why do you wear different clothes, some tight, some loose, one set during the day and one set at night."

On the fifth floor, "You are so good."

Peter couldn't bear it anymore, his face was blue, and he took out a small gadget from his briefcase. It turned into a spider silk launcher in an instant, and he pointed directly at the Mr. Michael in front of him.

He is not a fool. He has been a superhero for so many years, has faced countless super villains, and has all kinds of abilities.

Although Spider Sensing didn't warn him, Peter decided to do it first.

But the spider silk passed directly through this person.

"Mystery's trick?" Peter frowned.

He rushed out of the elevator, but the person had disappeared. What's even more bizarre is that when he used artificial intelligence to query the video, he didn't find this person at all. He was talking to himself and going crazy the whole time.

"Sir, do you need me to contact the best psychologist for you?" the artificial intelligence said loyally.

"To shut up!"

Peter said angrily, his eyes flashing with deep anxiety and confusion.

The young man who didn't find the answer walked into the street with a confused look.

"Robbery!"

A knife hit his back, and a low voice came, "Take the money out and remember not to make a noise, otherwise you know the consequences. I only want money, not life."

"Money? Why do you want money?" He asked immediately.

The robber was impatient, and while holding the knife, he reached out to touch the trouser pocket of this familiar guy, but he didn't expect a penny.

"Are you my old customer, knowing that this is my site, so you don't have any money?" The robber frowned into a pimple. Looking at this guy who always felt familiar, he could only curse unlucky.

Maybe he robbed this guy before.

He is still stubbornly asking: "For you, money is the meaning of life? Why do you use your short life to make money?"

"Are you taking drugs too much?"

The robber looked at him in surprise.

"For you, what is the truth of the world? Wear clothes?"

"Truth? Ha, let me tell you, you idiot, in this world, money is truth, and money is the whole meaning of life!"

The robber sneered and fumbled for a long time in his trouser pocket before he found out a few folded hundred-dollar bills, carefully spread them out, and slammed them on the palms of his hands desperately. He just shot a few million vibes: "Boy, the money is Everything, if you have money, you have the whole world!"

Patter.

The robber arrogantly took a few banknotes and beat them in the palm of his hand.

"Wh, what? Money has everything?"

This mysterious existence froze in place. This was the first time that someone directly told him something specific, rather than general principles, such as speaking from socialism to communism, and he was in the cloud.

He stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, watching a few worn-out banknotes being beaten continuously, and listening to the extremely rhythmic voice, he felt quite unclear.

"Yes, is that true, money is the truth of the world?! Money is the meaning of life?!" The mysterious man opened his mouth in shock, as if he had personally opened the door to a new world, pulling away the fog that obscured his sight.

"Yes, my buddy, with money, you have everything!"

The robber was very satisfied with this guy's reaction, and his vanity was overwhelming. It turns out that there are still poorer men in this world than me.

"What about horse racing?"

"Horse racing? You like this? As long as you have money, you can buy all the horses in the world. No matter which horse wins, you win!"

The mysterious man was stunned and dizzy. He felt that what the robber said was too reasonable, and he was more concise and concise than those older polymaths.

"Then why do you wear clothes? Isn't it the truth of the world to wear clothes?"

"Wearing clothes? Who said you must wear clothes? How silly you kid, as long as you have money, you can buy clothes from all over the world, leaving other people without clothes to wear!"

boom!

The mysterious existence is like being struck by lightning, three steps back madly, and the whole person stands in place like a fool.

So that's it, everything is understood, everything is explained.

It turned out that the reason why he struggled to find the meaning of life but couldn't find the answer was because he didn't have money! ! !

If you have money, you have all the truth and meaning!

With money, he can own all the horse racing!

With money, he can make people all over the world wear no clothes! !

If he has money, he can make people around the world who like horse racing but don't wear clothes be arrested by the police! ! !

Impeccable logic, flawless system, airtight explanation.

The spirit of the mysterious man changed in an instant. In an instant, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and the terrifying power in his body that could easily create everything and destroy everything revealed a little. At this moment, all the energy of the entire earth was revealed. The index monitoring devices all burst, and countless superheroes were alarmed, but unfortunately they couldn't find the reason, let alone find out who caused it all.

The poor robber only felt his head explode, and every inch of his body's skin was about to tear apart, but this feeling only lasted for an instant and disappeared, so that the robber was suspicious and thought it was an illusion.

The robber was going to leave.

"You can't go, I will take you to earn money!"

The mysterious man grabbed the robber and solemnly said: "Trust me, with your fist and the wisdom of my transcendence, we will have the world!"

The mysterious man who claimed to be a transcendant had terrible power in his hands, almost breaking off the robber's arm, his face twisted in pain.

The sun is scorching and the sun is scorching.

"Huh, Coke..."

The transcendant stopped abruptly, fell into deep thoughts, and watched deeply sweating mortals walking forward, taking out the money, and taking a sip of Coke, revealing joy and comfort.

Then he looked at the robber with a deeper look

"I'll buy!"

The robber gritted his teeth fiercely and looked at this so powerful fellow with horror. He finally felt horrified and took out a banknote to buy two bottles of Coke.

"These weak lives have gained a sense of satisfaction that even I have never had before."

The Transcender stood tall and straight there, dressed in a white windbreaker, his body was strong, and his expression was extremely serious, like a philosopher thinking about the future, frequently attracting the fiery gaze of some girls.

"Because they are rich, they have satisfaction that even I have never had before." The transcendant took a deep breath, and a gust of wind blew his black hair. It was Feng'er who was jealous of his handsome face. .

The female creatures who looked around were fainting.

After receiving the Coke handed over by the robber, the transcendant stuffed it into his mouth, squatted, and bit down the Coke with the bottle and chewed it.

A new way of drinking.

It scared everyone else to death.

The Transcender uses a little bit of his power, and with a single finger, he turns a building into a golden building on the spot.

Moreover, it was pure gold. The soft gold was unable to maintain such a huge frame, and it immediately softened and collapsed, triggering a crowd of people to **** the gold.

The robbers were stupid, holding the Coke in a daze, and immediately rushed up like crazy, holding a pile of gold fiercely.

This picture was immediately transmitted to the Internet, and soon the world knew that a new superpower had appeared.

In the next few hours, the transcendant kept turning matter into gold. What he likes to do now is to turn it into gold at will, and generously distribute the gold to other people.

The most direct consequence of this is that the global gold price system is in jeopardy, and gold has become less and less valuable.

"Stop your actions, wealth is not accumulated by superpowers, but by creation!"

Spider-Man lay on the ceiling, warning the transcendant.

"Yes, you are too right, so I created other materials into gold to accumulate wealth." The transcendence was lying on the bed with a wine glass, surrounded by a lot of beautiful women, and it was a wonderful life.

"I don't mean that, I mean, you are so powerful and have the ability to do everything you want, why can't you do some good things with him?" Spiderman angered.

"What? I have lifted countless people out of poverty, and I can make them wear more clothes! Is there any richer man in this world who is more generous than me?" Transcendant's eyes widened.

More superheroes came, and some hot-tempered people started directly. After a period of ping-pong, these powerful warriors who guarded the earth were beaten up and piled into a hill.

In front of the tenth level of the original transcendence, no matter how powerful these guys are, they are no different from ordinary people in the eyes of the transcendence.

These superheroes have no temper at all being beaten up.

"Who are you and why are you coming to Earth?" Superman asked vaguely, his face swollen into a pig's head, and speech was a problem.

"Some guys are very concerned about the earth, so I came and wanted to experience how to be an earthling." Transcendence said.

The superheroes looked at each other and looked confused.

What the **** is this? My wishes come true, so powerful.

The Transcendant looked at them, thought about it, pointed directly, took off these guys' clothes, and then pointed again, and a lot of police appeared.

"They are not wearing clothes, grab them quickly, just like you did to me before." The Transcendant said triumphantly.

The bewildered police had a discussion, but they had no choice but to take the superheroes away. After all, according to the rules, there is no end to breaking into houses and running naked.

The heroes were dragged out in shame, naked.

As for the transcendence... the most powerful warriors on the earth are all kneeling together, and the fool will come to provoke the transcendence. At least until the transcendence is understood and has the power to defeat him, no one will be easily irritated. This guy.

Soon after, the Illuminati convened a meeting, and several of the most powerful heroes gathered together. Everyone looked pale with a little embarrassment.

Words such as big and white ~lightnovelpub.net~ always popped out of their minds, and then they were kicked out again and again.

"First think of a way to figure out his origins."

Tony couldn't help but glanced at everyone present. After all, everyone had met each other frankly, but his main eyes were on the beautiful lady, especially when he was looking at the gloomy Diana. Superman blocked his vision first.

"What are your plans, Tony?" Superman said solemnly.

"As far as I know, only the fifth-dimensional life possesses the ability to contact troublemakers and achieve what one wants." Tony said.

"Which eighth-level **** is it? Any eighth-level existence can do what one wants." Someone asked.

"Under normal circumstances, this understanding is correct, but I found that every time this guy uses his power, there is no energy change! Whether it's space teleportation, turning stones into gold, or easily knocking us down, it's as if the world should be like this originally. , All the microscopic particles are extremely strange, changing spontaneously..."