Chapter 69: I feel bad. Why don’t we have a day off today? ...

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"No."

I rejected him without hesitation, but Samuel did not give up. He hugged me from behind, his body temperature spreading through the fabric and burning my back.

The voice was suppressed and light, and it seemed a little unclear through the obstruction of the cloth: "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

I paused for a moment, vaguely remembering the method I had used to deal with the security lady. The saying "if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beams will be crooked" is true, and Samuel is a true portrayal of a bad person.

Of course, this doesn't work for me.

I tried to break free from his arms, but Samuel was too persistent to let me succeed.

After a long stalemate, I finally gave up and continued to talk to him in the posture of a mother duck carrying her ducklings: "Okay, let's have a good chat."

His eyes fell on my back, and his gaze seemed real, as if he didn't quite believe what I said.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes: "What are you afraid of? The door isn't even open, and I can't possibly jump down from here."

"Isn't this magic?"

Samuel then let go of my hand, and avoided telling me my identity, or maybe he didn't believe it. Until I turned around and looked at him, the man still didn't dare to look me in the eye.

"What do you want to say?"

Samuel pursed his lips. He was taller than me, but he looked timid at the moment, racking his brains to think of a tactful excuse.

“…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to avoid Him—I just didn’t dare to see Him. I haven’t forgotten everything He taught me. I’m just worried that He would look at me with strange eyes, and that He would hate me…Although it doesn’t seem to be any better now.”

He pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, or as if he wanted to avoid the next trial. Complex emotions settled in his eyes, and after a long while he continued to speak.

“…I’m sorry. Actually, I’ve wanted to say this to Him for a long time, but I never could.”

"If you haven't said it before, it's too late to say no now. Since you know it's wrong, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. If you want to understand what the God of Death thinks, His answer is very simple."

I looked into his eyes. Deep blue eyes, ashamed eyes, evasive eyes. I wanted to believe that he was sincere at this moment, but my tone was still unquestionable.

“He doesn’t want to hear it.”

Not all mistakes can be forgiven, and not everyone has the obligation to forgive. The wound will heal, but there will still be scabs.

Well, I admit that if there is, there are only two reasons.

The first is because you are strong enough to force him to bow his head, and the second is because he loves you.

I know very well that I did not have that kind of feeling towards young Samuel, and it had not changed before that. I just treated him as my most beloved child, just like nurturing a flower to grow up.

I thought he would blossom, but I didn't expect that the first thing he would do was to stab me.

No one in the world needs to be 100% good to others. If the former knight were to smile in front of me with wounds all over his body, I would heartbrokenly heal every little wound for him.

And now, even if the proud gods behaved extremely awkwardly in front of me, my heart remained calm.

If Samuel was like being punched before, now he was like a dog walking on the side of the road who was kicked and then poured a basin of ice water by a passerby.

I was not moved at all: "If you fall in love with someone in the future, don't use your self-righteousness to determine other people's thoughts. Most importantly, don't use your ignorance to make him sad again."

I no longer needed apologies 800 years ago (I mean an actual 800 years ago). Time can change many things, and nothing will stay the same forever.

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't treat everyone as a fool who will just wait there. Some things are missed once they are missed. Just give up. Death will never forgive you. Okay, can I go now?"

I spoke every word clearly, and accompanied my words. Samuel stood there in despair, his face as pale as a dead man.

This time, he didn't try to keep me.

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It was only after I got off the aircraft that I realized something was wrong.

I was so excited just now that I accidentally revealed all my little secrets to Samuel.

But after thinking about the other person's character, I calmed down.

Samuel is quite egoistic, and it is impossible for him to tell this to another person. I am still safe for a short time. As for what he thinks inside and outside the game, he will not expose me directly. After all, he doesn't even dare to shout the word "you" to me now. This guy is becoming more and more of a coward if he does not change for a period of time.

I looked at the road, switched to my black-haired form, and headed toward Audis' house as planned.

He was the last person I was scheduled to see.

It is not difficult to find the address of Audis' house, but the difficult part is how to get in.

Perhaps they knew the ability of those gossip reporters to get into any place. The addresses of these big stars were very detailed, and the only problem was how to get in.

For those who want to sneak in secretly, the triple combined optical computer blockade and the cooperation with manpower are enough to eliminate most problems. Coupled with the careful defense system installed by the employer himself, it can basically solve the remaining fish that slip through the net.

Naturally, I contacted the owner directly through the doorman and entered Audis' house naturally.

He was the only one at home today. The silver-haired young man was wearing a neat shirt and looked like he was about to go out. He poured me a cup of tea and looked surprised and surprised: "I didn't expect you to come. I'll go out after playing for a while."

“This proves that we have a good understanding.”

I winked at him, and Odysseus curled his lips. His originally cold and indifferent face softened: "Those guys are treating you well?"

"They treated me very well. They didn't do anything to me. Kazhuo is my cheap father after all, so you can rest assured."

Not only was there no embarrassment, they even wanted to worship me. If someone hadn't developed some indescribable feelings for me, I would have been happier.

Odysseus seemed to be relieved, and a slight smile appeared on his face. He was already stunningly handsome, and now he was gentle and divine, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"Great, I've been worried about you. Is there something important you need my help with?"

"Nothing, I just came to see how your novel is going."

"So you like this. I'll get it for you to see."

The young man happily stood up and walked into the house. I took advantage of this gap to have time to look around and noticed some minor changes.

There seemed to be more green plants in the house, and they were thriving visibly. Compared with what I had seen before, these green plants seemed too lush.

My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but think of the elves' natural affinity with plants.

While I was observing, Odysseus soon came over with a notebook. He noticed my gaze and smiled slightly: "I like to grow plants recently, and I am doing pretty well."

"Oh, it's good."

I gave him a dry compliment and calmly changed the subject to the point: "Odysseus, have you been dreaming recently?"

"Dream?"

The silver-haired young man looked confused. He recalled carefully for a while, then shook his head: "I slept well recently."

No.

Actually not!

I almost cried when I heard this. It's so rare that there is still one normal person among so many people. Even if he was slightly affected. But compared to others, he is simply a gentle and harmless little cutie!

As expected, Odysseus is always so worry-free, which makes me feel more guilty about what he might dream about in the future. I hope that one day he will not have the intention to kill me after being teased.

The silver-haired young man didn't know what I was thinking and handed me the notebook. I opened the first page and saw beautiful handwriting.

It tells a story.

A story about gods.

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Initially, the worlds merged together.

Chaos is unclear and has no boundaries.

So the God of Creation created the first gods, one good and one evil, to keep the world running. With them as the center, more gods were born.

Then one day, the God of Creation disappeared, and only the original God was left waiting, waiting, and waiting.

They used magic to shape the entire world, and then reinforced it layer by layer to create new worlds. A bag inside a bag, forming a complete universe.

In this way, the gods performed their duties while waiting lonely for the day when the God of Creation would return.

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The story ends here.

To be honest, it's a bit disjointed, and it's very different from the last story I read. Odysseus looked at me expectantly: "Now that you've finished reading it, how do you feel about it?"

I racked my brains: "Very interesting, there should be a sequel to this story, right?"

He then smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, in the end the gods waited for their creators and lived a happy life together. Since it is a story written for children, of course it has a happy ending. If you like it, you can take this book away."

I was a little surprised: "Is it okay? This should be the original work that has not been completed yet."

"Well, because this book is for you. I hope it helps you."

The silver-haired young man looked at me sincerely, which made it hard to refuse. I hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Thank you then."

"As long as you like it, they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

I shook my head. But Odysseus was not completely relieved, and he continued to look at me without blinking, his eyes as green as leaves.

"I heard that you were taken away by Samuel today. Are you really okay? If there is anything, please tell me and I will help you."

"Of course, we are friends after all."

We had a great time.

Then I said goodbye to Odysseus, who personally escorted me to the door. Under his gaze, I walked to the street, and then ran to the nearest game hall without paying attention to other people's eyes.

Screw normality! Odysseus is the most abnormal one!

It was normal to know that I was taken away by Samuel, but I was in blonde form when he took me away, and when I met Odysseus, I had switched back to the black-haired form when we first met.

How did he know it was mine?

Something seems to be wrong with the real world this time.

I faced the scrutinizing gaze of the arcade owner, looked around as if looking for someone, then came to a game cabin in a blind spot and put my hand on the cabin door.

The azure data burst out, covering everything around.

This time the blue light was much more turbulent than before, and the progress bar moved much slower, so that I could see more clearly how the surrounding scenery melted into this azure light.

A huge crack appeared in the sky from the middle, and endless light poured in from the gap. Then it rolled down, and everything in sight was torn into pieces, and then merged into the data.

They surrounded me, enveloping me like the stomach of a giant beast, or like a...

Same bag?

When this idea came to me, even I found it weird.

The story of Odysseus flashed through my mind. The unusual wording, the gentle smile, and the words "I hope it helps you."

I took out the book anyway.

This book is very thin and is melting. The silky blue is made up of countless 1s and 0s, but the difference is that the data it melts is melting into my hands.

I didn't feel anything, as if it was originally a part of my body. It wasn't until the fusion was over and I stood in front of the game buttons and progress bar again that the familiar system prompt sounded in my ears.

[Congratulations on obtaining the limited item, Book of the World. ]

[Prop Introduction: Is your world inside the box or outside the box? ]

A small book floated in front of me.

Half pure white, half inky black.

It’s really amazing…

The associations are endless.