300 years old.

A century of vicissitudes passed by like a flash in Su Mingan's eyes.

Over the years, he has been called a god by people. His image has been left in various books and murals, and there are countless hymns about him. As he traveled across the continent and taught technology to various countries, he gradually felt the people's enthusiasm for him. Gothic church buildings, the tower of Babel that reached the sky, and altars with colorful carvings began to be built everywhere...

Humans who have spoken to him will be elected as "bishops", "priests", and "popes", and they themselves will select "knights", "priests"... and even form legions called "Church Army" and "Holy Alliance Army".

Human beings' desire for power always amazes him.

In the old days, 310 years ago, Su Mingan stopped at a town, which was once the tribe of Xiao Yue and Xiao Si. The tribe had evolved into a city with high walls, the yellow mud was covered with bluestone bricks, and the tribal warriors had also evolved into soldiers in armor. This feeling of vicissitudes of life was shocking.

"...My Lord God, I will keep the knowledge you have given me in mind." Su Ming'an casually handed a book about navigation to a child, and the child immediately became serious.

Su Mingan became curious: "Do you know who I am?"

"The only one in this world who dares to wear a black robe is God. If anyone else dares to imitate your dress, they will be caught and burned to death by the church." The child replied.

Su Mingan suddenly realized and asked casually: "What's your name?"

"My name is Wager, and I'm the gardener's child." The child's eyes were bright: "My wish is to make the lives of people in the town better and let everyone live a prosperous life..."

"Yeah." Su Mingan didn't take it too seriously. He had seen countless children like this, and they would soon disappear from his memory.

He set out on his journey again.

...How many years will it be before time slows down again?

Ten years, several decades, or even a hundred years? Without Yueyue by his side, his perception of time became a mess. When he opened his eyes, he saw the world had changed.

In the year 328, he returned to the town and found that the child he had spoken to had become a bishop. The bishop, who was about 30 years old, commanded the soldiers with drooping eyebrows.

"...Didn't we capture Viscount Faulconus' child? We only killed his parents. What a pity! The child has the scent of a witch. If we capture him, we might be able to exchange him for a lot of treasures." The bishop stared at the heads presented by the soldiers and sighed regretfully: "Keep capturing until the witch is caught."

"Your Excellency the Bishop, we don't know who the witch is." The priest said in a low voice.

"Even if we can't catch them, it's worth helping the royal family get rid of these nobles..." The bishop's face had long lost the liveliness of his childhood, and was replaced by the numbness of an adult.

Su Mingan stood in silence for a while.

People were so fanatical about God that even a gardener's child could become a bishop above thousands of people as long as he had spoken to God.

——He finally realized which era he had stepped into.

…

328-398, the witch era. People's belief in gods is extremely fanatical, religious wars begin, and the church arrests pagans in the name of witches. Blackberry Kenit, the child adopted by the Supreme Magician, declares himself emperor and intends to unify the world.

…

The name of BlackBerry before it was wiped out was...

Faulkanus Healy.

It turned out that Su Mingan's behavior of talking to the gardener's son indirectly led to the demise of the BlackBerry family.

…

[(Her robe fluttered like dark clouds in the sky)]

[(Her steps are as light as dewdrops on lotus leaves)]

[(Witch——Witch)]

[(Under the singing of the nightingale——Ciri saw the most beautiful light)]

[(Is she... an angel?)]

…

Xiao Ying has reincarnated too many times, and committed suicide in every life with ruthless means. Sometimes his memory becomes fuzzy and he forgets who he is.

In this life, he was born as Ciri, the only son of Viscount Faulconus. Soldiers killed his parents. As he crawled towards the door covered in blood -

A witch stood in the light and helped him kill his pursuers.

"Thank you for saving me..." he said gratefully.

"You're welcome. You can call me Supreme Magician." The nightingale on the witch's shoulder said.

Xiao Ying was stunned for a moment, looked at the witch, then looked at Nightingale... What was going on? This Nightingale was the Supreme Magician? Then who was this witch...

The nightingale croaked, "I am the Supreme Magician. The female body beside me is my magical creation. She is controlled by a supreme power to connect the cause and effect of the past and the future."

Xiao Ying asked: "Why didn't the Supreme Power show up in person, but used the body of this witch to act?"

"Well. This is the difference between dream patrol and reality, because the plot of the game requires it! You can't just conjure up a game character out of thin air." Nightingale said: "I am obviously the Supreme Magician, but I have to create a magical body for him to take over... Humph."

…

[Su Mingan's perspective moved up, and he discovered that this game was not a first-person perspective, but a bird's-eye view. He could control the magician.]

【A nightingale landed on the magician's shoulder. 】

【Banana: Who are you? 】

[Nightingale: Don't you remember me? I am your magical creation, your good partner! From now on, I will guide your adventure! ]

…

I see.

The Nightingale is the real Supreme Magician, and the Banana Witch is its magical creation. However, in the Dream Patrol game, in order to let the players immerse themselves in the game, the shielding mechanism comes into play, making the players think that the Banana Witch is the Supreme Magician, which is convenient for them to operate.

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