[After the fox climbed out of the pit, he walked a long, long way.]
[At the beginning, it encountered a big fox with bad intentions. It tried its best to scratch the big fox's face and finally escaped. ]
[Then it encountered a gloomy black eagle and flowery vines.]
[The big black eagle said sullenly: "I can lend you my wings. After you learn to fly, you don't have to worry about falling into the pit anymore. But I'm hungry, so you have to give me the animals in the pit as food."]
[The vine also said: "Hehe, hehe, I can help you, little fox. But if you don't find food for us, we will eat you."]
[The fox thought for a moment and said, "Okay, follow me."]
[It turned around, stretched out its short legs, and ran towards the pit.]
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The scarlet flames enveloped the knife and fork behind Su Mingan.
The dark snow blocked all attacks, and no one could interfere with the scene.
"Who can, who can stop it..." Under the heavy power, people could hardly make a sound. Yamada Machi clenched his fists with a creaking sound, and grief was revealed in his eyes.
Noel stared at Su Mingan, watching him gradually become transparent and blend into himself...
The river between them completely dried up.
"Oh, pale Ophelia, beautiful as snow!" The shadow of the seventh seat emerged, opened his eyes, and danced around Noel and sang:
"Yes, child, you have been buried in the raging river!"
White and red birds sing around.
Under the red sun, the drama of the "magician" enters its final act.
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In a corner where no one cared, Su Mingan's ink-gold feather pen lost its owner, slowly fell down, and landed in someone's hands.
The man cupped his hands and held the quill reverently.
An ethereal voice sounded in his ears: "Hello, a child with wild thoughts, a beautiful heart, and extremely devout faith, are you willing to take this feather pen and become the 77th generation of 'Olives'?"
This is the voice of the World Tree.
The 76th generation "Oliviers" Su Ming'an and Si Que were both unable to move, and Luo Vasa began to automatically look for the next "Oliviers".
"...I do." The man slowly raised the corners of his lips and smiled.
He has golden hair, emerald green eyes, a broad forehead, and gentle eyebrows. He wears a plain priest's robe embroidered with a golden lighthouse, white gloves on his hands, and pure white leather boots. Every move he makes reveals the cleanliness and dignity of a clergyman.
Luo Washa's selection criteria for "Oliviers" is that he must be highly creative, spiritual, and good at imaginative thinking. Originally, Noel was the one who best met these criteria, but now it was this person's turn.
Artists often have something in common with the mentally ill, just like Si Que and this person.
"...Father God." The blond young man with green eyes put his right hand on his chest, where a white daffodil bloomed. He stared at Su Mingan with his eyes closed in the sky and muttered to himself:
“Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you (John 6:51-56)”
"Father God, the bread you are going to give is your flesh, given for the life of the world. You have dedicated yourself to the world, and every move you make is what my heart desires. I am grateful for your generosity, and I will repay you with all my heart."
He lowered his head and licked the blood and flesh spots left by Su Mingan with a pleased expression, as if they were delicacies from mountains and seas.
With his consent, a laurel wreath made of wheat ears gathered from the air and slowly fell on his head. However, he had not officially become the 77th "Oliviers", but only a temporary one.
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The Last Supper
[Story Type: Ancient Mythology]
【Creator: Burris】
[Story summary: There is a legend in the murals of the Celestial Clan. It is said that the ancestors of the Celestial Clan once held a grand banquet. Everyone sat around and shared the food of their gods...]
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[Su Mingan completely rejected Boris's joining the team. But the prophet Aland said that according to the prediction, Boris would play an important role in Luowasha. Su Mingan had no choice but to bring this person in.]
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As for his own story, Boris initially intended to be just a headline-grabber. After all, it was impossible for him to really eat the Father God Su Ming'an.
Unexpectedly, as the situation developed, he found that things were beginning to move more and more towards the theme of "The Last Supper". The Lord of the End of All Things was pressing step by step, the truth of the world game gradually emerged, and Su Mingan walked step by step towards the end of self-sacrifice, as if it was destined.
Boris began to wonder, did he have the inspiration first, like the wings of a butterfly that pushed the torrent of fate and made things develop gradually in this way, or was this an inevitable outcome from the beginning, and he just happened to capture the inspiration from the future?
Did Zhuang Zhou dream of the butterfly, or did the butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?
But anyway, now that things have come to this, let’s eat first.
Burris swallowed the light spots in the air with big mouthfuls, hoping to live up to the blood and flesh given by the Father God, but he unexpectedly became the next Olivers. However, even if it was not him, it would be other people with high imagination, such as Yamada Machiichi, Yi Song, etc.
Burris took the quill with a heavy heart.
…Even if he became the next Oliver, what would happen? He had never learned to compose a story, and knew nothing about the history of Rovasa. He didn't know how to move the memory lenses, nor how to graft a reasonable logic of breaking the game among millions of memory lenses. It was too difficult. Even if he swapped the positions of a few memory lenses, what would change?
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