As the only magician who can leave illegal buildings in the virtual world, the name of the drama poet is not unfamiliar to most magicians. No matter you travel in the Sea of ​​Knowledge or the Ruby Mountain, you may encounter the "inheritance game" he carefully prepared.

Unlike most inheritances that may restrict magic factions, the Drama Poet's game can take care of almost all magicians. As long as you abide by the rules and pay a small price, you can get a highly cost-effective return from the game. But if the magician is greedy and wants to get more, the Drama Poet will cancel the "newcomer discount", and the magician must pay a full price to exchange for the corresponding reward.

Although the Drama Poet was very mysterious, perhaps due to his flamboyant and noisy style, the magicians all felt that he should be very strong, but not that strong. The Silver Magicians believed that the Drama Poet should be a Legendary Magician, and the Legendary Magicians estimated that the Drama Poet might be a former God Lord. Only magicians like Ash who had seen God Lords realized how outrageous the Drama Poet's power was.

The Lord God can destroy the heavens and the earth, tamper with history, and dominate all living beings. The majesty of the six wings radiates from heaven to every corner of the virtual world, but they can't leave heaven and set foot on the earth! Not to mention the six-winged Lord God, even the Supreme Star can't come to the world - if she could come to the world, Ash would have been captured by her and locked up in a small dark room!

The dramatic poet can not only walk in all levels of the virtual world, but also leave many illegal buildings that will not be demolished by the virtual world. I didn't think much of it at first, but now I think back and realize how outrageous it is - running on its own, with perfect rules, isn't this equivalent to an eternal wonder?

Every special facility left by the drama poet in the virtual world is equivalent to building an eternal wonder belonging to the virtual world. Ash even suspects that these illegal buildings will become secret areas of the world in the future, and even the Lord God will say that it is a waste.

This mysterious being who calls himself a magician possesses powers that are beyond the reach of magicians. Instead, he is more like another great life form that Ash is very familiar with—

"Hey, you guys really can't guess who I am, right?"

The dramatic poet took out a bag of potato chips from the bag, slapped it open, and laughed as he ate: "But I have a deep impression of you two. Let me think about it, the Sea of ​​Knowledge and the Warm Wardrobe, that was the first record you left here, the Ghost Prophet. I still remember that you hesitated among the "Soul Armor", "Vanguard Armor", and "Guard Armor", but in the end you chose the elven court dress that you liked at first sight and left an image. Alas, you were still quite innocent and cute at that time."

"Nuannuan wardrobe?" Ash was stunned.

"You have to pick a set of clothes from your wardrobe and take a photo. The higher your score, the more precious the magic spirit I give you." The poet said with a nostalgic look, "That was the shop I opened six thousand years ago. At that time, everyone was only concerned with being violent and violent, and no one cared about their appearance. There were groups of strange people walking on the earth. I couldn't stand it, so I opened a warm wardrobe, hoping to lead their fashion trends."

"Why haven't I encountered it in the Ocean of Knowledge?"

"Because you are pretty..." The dramatic poet glanced at Ash and changed his words: "Because Sword Princess is pretty. Only people with poor clothing matching can come across Warm Wardrobe. For example, the necromancer you know has been to Warm Wardrobe before."

Ash glanced at Vichy, with a look of joy in his eyes, like a Lala Fei finding a kindred spirit. Vichy couldn't help but step on him, with an angry expression on his face, as if to say, "You are still paying attention to such trivial matters at this time."

The dramatic poet smiled and said, "Don't think that the Ghost Prophet's aesthetic taste is the same as yours. The elven court dress she chose is very suitable for a sixteen-year-old girl. She is pure, cute, sunny and cheerful. She received a high score of 90 points. She just doesn't pay attention to matching. By the way, the necromancer you know only got 3 points."

Ash couldn't help but ask, "Are there any photos?"

"I'll send it to you later." The dramatic poet said with a sigh, "I didn't expect you to even want to see a 3-point photo of the necromancer. You have such a strong taste."

"I actually meant..."

"Just kidding, it's already been sent to your bracelet." The dramatic poet laughed, "This is the purest version of the Ghost Prophet you've never seen before."

As soon as Ash opened the miracle bracelet to check the photos, Vichy turned it off. The latter took off his miracle bracelet with a fake smile and retrieved the photos to destroy the body.

She looked up and saw Ash making a teasing expression as if to say, "Why are you still paying attention to such trivial matters at this time?" She couldn't help but look away in embarrassment, a light pink flush appeared on her face. She pursed her lips, grabbed his hand and helped him put on the miracle bracelet.

"I take it back." The dramatic poet ate potato chips while watching their interaction: "Although it's not an elven court dress, but in this world, besides the mirror in Nuan Nuan's wardrobe, you have also seen the innocent version of the Ghost Prophet."

Ash said, "Send the photo again."

"Hmm?" Vichy narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"I mean Harvey's. I want to see how the 3-point photo was put together."

"You have really weird tastes..." the drama poet muttered, and exchanged a glance with Ash imperceptibly. Ash blinked, and the drama poet also blinked, completing the secret communication under the nose of the Ghost Prophet. The 90-point photo and the 3-point photo entered Ash's photo library together.

"Wait," Wei Xi suddenly remembered this: "I went to Nuan Nuan's closet in my first life. I haven't been there since I was reborn."

"Yes, by then you had already developed an aesthetic of killing." The dramatic poet sighed, "But I still think that the elven court dress suits you better than the Black Death Armor."

Ash and Vichy exchanged a glance, and their understanding of the Drama Poet was refreshed again: the Drama Poet not only knew about the current timeline, but he also knew everything about the first timeline that Vichy had buried using the 'Second Time God'!

"Drama Poet," Ash squatted down and looked at him at eye level, "Are you the eighth one?"

The dramatic poet licked the potato chip crumbs on his fingertips and tilted his head to ponder for a moment: "This is the first time I've heard someone call me the 'eighth'. I know what you're asking... I can only say that I'm not one of them."

It doesn’t deny that it is, but it’s not completely true… Ash reached out and took a potato chip, “I have a question for you.”

"Ask, but I don't know everything. I just lived a little longer."

"The Source Angel has been imprisoned in the Star Cage for half a year. Why didn't you save her?"

Vichy was stunned. He had never expected Ash to ask such a question. It was obvious that the drama poet was also surprised. He looked at Ash eating potato chips in silence, and the raindrops hit the stone floor outside.

"...I thought that after you took half of the Holy Grail, you would start to feel lucky to have participated in this feast that determines the fate of the world and to have witnessed the fall of an angel." The dramatic poet took off his hat and said calmly, "You surprised me more than the Ghost Prophet...I never thought that you really cared about her."

"I still care about many people in the Star Kingdom." Ash asked, "Do you care about the Source Angel?"

"If there are only two options, 'care' and 'don't care', then I definitely care. Although she doesn't pay much attention to me and is wholeheartedly focused on maintaining the balance of the world, even if she is a fat girl, there will be feelings after getting along for a long time. What's more, we are friends who have known each other since the source of the Liujin River?"

The dramatic poet didn't care about the secrets he had revealed. He said, "But our values ​​are different from yours. For example, if the wind sees that the rain has stopped, do you think the wind will be sad?"

"She chose to be the rain that bathes all living things, and I chose to be the wind that blows the windmill. She never interfered with me, and I naturally wouldn't bother her. This is how we survive."

"Besides," the dramatic poet put on his hat and shrugged, "I'm not as powerful as you think. I never fight with anyone because I can't beat anyone."

No ability to fight?

Wei Xi immediately got ready to move. The drama poet glanced at her and added with a chuckle, "But I run faster. There have been many people who wanted to find trouble with me since ancient times. Those six guys have been chasing me for hundreds of years, but they have not come into contact with me as many times as those three brats just now... Maybe that's why they set their sights on the source angels who are much more powerful than me but don't run around everywhere."

Ash thought so too. If there was a way to deal with the Drama Poet, the Stars would not have spent more than a thousand years to build a cage of stars to wait for an opportunity. If the Drama Poet really had no combat ability, then his ability to survive was probably the best in the Void Realm. He might not be affected even if the Void Realm exploded.

"What about the six levels of hell?"

Ash asked, "You don't mind the six levels of hell being swallowed up?"

The drama poet shook his head: "I can't do anything. I'm sorry, but this is something that only you can solve. I'm just the director of the drama and the poet who writes the lyrics. There has never been a place for me on the world stage."

Ash: "But you should know how to deal with the World Devouring Serpent, right? Don't you have any hints?"

The dramatic poet thought for a moment and said sincerely, "Is your miracle your believing heart?"

Ash completely understood the anger of the three brats. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat this guy up. But now it was Vichy who held him back and asked, "What do you want to do by appearing in front of us?"

Drama Poet: "The wind of Senluo Kingdom told me that the Ghost Prophet had fallen. I wondered how much lower he could fall, so I came to see for myself. I didn't expect that he had fallen back to the age of sixteen. I want to preserve the image of you holding hands as an important historical document... Hey, hey, hey, this is the city center, don't mess around!"

This time it was Ash's turn to hug Vichy who was about to launch a Soul Scream. He asked unhappily, "So what are you doing here?"

"Okay, okay, no more jokes. We're almost done with our snacks." The dramatic poet tore open the last pack of bear biscuits. "This is really weird. The others knew what questions to ask me as soon as they saw me, but you two kept asking questions about this and that, and never got to the point..."

“I’m here to tell you how to lift up the kingdom of heaven and step into heaven.”