Zaun discovered that everything around him had changed; there were no warships, no bone dragons, and no sea.
I am in a special space, surrounded by a flow of data like the waterfall in The Matrix.
Upon closer inspection, the letters in those data streams looked strange, like a combination of 0s and 1s, yet also somewhat ambiguous.
However, Zuan had no time to worry about anything else at the moment, as he was covered in cold sweat.
Having experienced the illusion of being summoned last time, he immediately realized that he seemed to have attracted the attention of some true god again.
Moreover, judging from what he just said, it seems that this person is the nemesis of the enigmatic—the God of Memory, Meng.
He hurriedly said, “Greetings, Great God of Memory. Although I am not a formal believer of yours, I have always held you in high esteem. I once met a Mirror Historian, and through him, I came to understand the greatness of faithfully recording all the events that happened in history. Therefore, I have always longed for the path of memory.”
"Oh? Since you yearn for it so much, why do you believe in superstition?" The data streams flickered, their voices devoid of any emotion.
At that moment, Zuan was truly drenched in sweat.
He knew perfectly well that illusions were the mortal enemies of the god of memory.
Needless to say, the historians who use mirrors to restore and record history, and the historians of time who distort history in various ways, are simply irreconcilable.
He realized that these gods could read minds, and he could only give up completely: "We mortals have no choice but to be summoned by the true gods."
"You mean you were forced into believing in Him by some mysterious force, and that you didn't actually want to?" The voices around them seemed to carry a strange undertone.
"That's not the case. The power of every true God is enough to inspire awe and longing. At that time, I was truly willing."
Zuan answered with a stiff upper lip. He dared not speak ill of Mili here, for who knows if the other party would turn around and brag to Mili, in which case he would definitely die without a burial place.
"Oh, so that's what you're thinking. Don't worry, I won't report you to Mili. You can always switch allegiance to me. If Mili comes knocking on your door in the future, I'll protect you." The surrounding voices carried a hint of mockery.
Oh no, we forgot they can read minds again.
Zuan swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Can I both believe in you and not abandon my faith over there?"
"Huh?" Upon hearing his words, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the surroundings. "You're actually thinking of having your cake and eating it too!"
Zuan felt every cell in his body trembling, as if he were about to be reduced to ashes at any moment, with no chance for his soul to be reincarnated.
He hurriedly said, "Only in this way can I play the greatest role. If Chaos and Mystery find out that I have betrayed them, they will definitely be very wary of me. How will I get important information from them in the future? Only by continuing to maintain my identity as a believer there can I better serve you."
"You're quite an interesting fellow. No wonder Mi Li took a liking to you," a soft laugh came from the surrounding space, and the pressure immediately eased. "Tell me, what mission did Mi Li assign you before? Let's see if you're valuable enough."
“He sent me to disrupt your believers’ records of true history, so that I could distort the truth to offer to Him,” Zaun said cautiously, head bowed.
"You bastard!" the God of Memory roared in fury. "That wretched woman, Misty, has gone too far!"
Zuan: "..."
“You did a good job. Stay there from now on and tell me more about what’s happening there.” Mon seemed quite satisfied with the information he had just received.
"Yes." Zuan bowed, then tentatively asked, "How can I convince people that I am your follower when I go out in the future?"
"You're quite the cunning one, trying to get something out of me, huh?" Meng snorted. "What did Mi Li give you?"
Zuan hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly, "He made me a messenger of the gods."
Mongolian:"……"
He was met with a long silence.
After a long while, some roars could be faintly heard coming from the void:
"Is that guy crazy?"
"Only a despicable person like Mili would do something like that!"
...
After a while, Meng's voice rang out again: "Since you are the messenger of the gods over there, I will not treat you unfairly. From now on, you will be the messenger of memories."
Zuan was overjoyed: "Thank you, great God of Memory."
Licking one dog is called "Licker," while licking a bunch of other dogs is called "..."
He felt a chill and quickly cleared his mind to avoid having any thoughts that the true god might perceive.
"Given your rather weak strength, I cannot bear the shame of being killed by accident. So, I will bestow upon you the 'Eye of Insight' and the 'Traces in History'."
As soon as Meng finished speaking, Zu'an noticed two points of light falling in front of him, and one point of light falling into his eyes. He vaguely felt that what he saw seemed to be different.
A ray of light fell into his hand and transformed into a clear mirror.
Zu An thought to himself, "No wonder he's called the 'Mirror Historian,' he really does have a clear mirror."
"Your mirror is far superior to those of those historians who are known for their integrity," Meng said coldly, seemingly reading his thoughts. "This mirror is called 'Traces of History.' In the future, if you encounter danger, you can use it to reflect the river of history and form a barrier to help you block the enemy's attacks. The enemy's attacks will only fall into the river of history, and no matter how powerful the attack is, it will not be able to cross the river of history to harm you."
Upon hearing this, Zu'an was overjoyed. With this protection, wouldn't he be invincible from now on?
"In addition, 'Historical Trace' has another function: you can actively release the River of History and randomly banish enemies into the River of History."
Zuan hurriedly asked, "Are there any restrictions?"
With both defense and offense, wouldn't we be invincible?
"Of course there is. The long river of history cannot hold back the top experts. The stronger they are, the shorter the time they can be held back. This is for you to save your life and create opportunities for you to escape, not for thinking about other things."
Zuan chuckled awkwardly, his thoughts overheard by Him again.
"As for that Eye of Truth, it allows you to see through the enemy's illusions and disguises, so you don't die in a daze without even knowing how you died," Meng's voice rang out again.
Zaun felt a warmth in his heart. He had given me so many life-saving skills; He truly cared about my safety. He was so kind...
At this point, the surrounding data waterfalls seemed to have calmed down from their initial frenzy: "You know how good I am, and you should know what to do from now on."
"Thank you for your great favor, God. I will do my utmost to serve you until my dying breath." Zu'an raised his head and subconsciously used his Eye of Truth. Suddenly, the data streams in front of him disappeared, and he vaguely saw a graceful figure.
"Hmph!" A cold snort echoed in his mind, and blood seeped from Zu An's ears, nose, mouth, and eyes.
"Where are you looking?" The voice was filled with divine majesty and indifference.
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