But the moment he held the ink-gold feather pen, Burris was stunned.
He saw a few paragraphs of text that had already been stored in the quill:
…
【Hello, next Olivers. 】
[No matter who becomes the next Olivers, please remember:]
[Please open the reading mode of "The Book of the World", turn to the 1241st Drama Memory Lens "Death of Butterfly", and replace it with the current Drama Memory Lens.]
【Doing so may help resolve the current crisis. 】
[Of course, as the writer, you may not be able to bear the task of transferring such a distant dramatic memory lens, and your soul may even be destroyed. Therefore, the choice is left to you.]
[I don’t know who you will be... I hope you make a choice you won’t regret. ]
…
"...Is this what Father God left behind?" Boris was a little shocked: "What is the content of the 1241st Dramatic Memory Lens?"
He immediately opened the "Book of the World" and took a look. The general content was about the protagonist Su Ming'an meeting the beheaded Lu Shen who was pretending to be dead on the world chessboard in the first level of the Disciple Game, and then he met the knight Qian Qin and the golden-haired people. There was nothing too intense.
Oh, no, that's not right.
Burris' eyes widened.
The beginning of this drama memory lens... there is an extra section from beginning to end that is completely unrelated to the main plot, has no beginning or end, and it is not even known who left it.
…
【The fire of annihilation.】
【A beautiful match. 】
【A bottle of delicious drink. 】
【I leave this for you.】
【——】
…
This...what is this paragraph?
Who left it?
The fifth seat, Spark? The eleventh seat? Boss Rabbit? Overlapping Shadows? The Supreme Lord?
Boris' heart was shaken violently. For a moment, he had an extremely absurd guess in his mind -
——Could it be left by Noel Akinni?
No, no... How could it be possible? Why would Noel leave something to deal with him in advance? This guy only has the new world in his eyes, why would he make trouble for himself?
Time was running out, so Boris stopped thinking about it and quickly focused on the most critical issue - should he follow the Father's instructions and move the memory lens to the present?
As a writer, if I did this, my small body would definitely not be able to bear it, and my soul would even be destroyed...
"I am a sophisticated egoist. I should immediately say no to a decision that threatens my life. No matter how terrible the situation, the rise and fall of the world has nothing to do with me..." Boris wanted to throw away the quill.
The next moment, the passive occupation of "Lighthouse Priest" swept up - as a clergy occupation, Boris kept himself in a hypnotic state of "extremely devout belief in Su Ming'an". Only by maintaining the most sincere belief can he obtain the most abundant benefits. This is also his code of conduct along the way.
He can be pious, intoxicated, and extremely fanatical in his love for Su Mingan... but he can never take it as real.
It's just hypnosis and self-deception.
After each dungeon, Boris would practice looking in the mirror a lot to get rid of his morbid frenzy and return to his original self. He would also beautifully organize the gains from each dungeon - yes, following a "god", he could gain a lot of faith every time and quickly improve his combat effectiveness.
It's just mutual benefit...Burris said to himself.
Gradually, people began to forget what kind of person this sick "fanatic" was originally. The term "Su Ming'an fanatic" seemed to have become the only solidified label for "Boris". People even ignored his handsomeness, elegance and strength, and only remembered the scene of him being beaten up by Su Lin on TV and his fanatical actions of praising the lighthouse.
"...I should follow the footsteps of Father God and carry out the instructions left by Father God..." Boris stroked his chest, closed his eyes and murmured.
The next moment, he opened his eyes in pain and slapped himself: "Wake up! You are hypnotizing me, hypnotizing me...!"
His emerald green pupils repeatedly switched between clear, hazy, clear, and hazy.
If a person sleeps too long, he will never wake up again.
"Hehe, hehe... hehehe..." He let out a terrifying laugh, staring at Su Mingan in the sky who was gradually merging into Noel's body.
His Father God, the dazzling and powerful Father God whom he revered, was about to disappear before his eyes. The Father God had never really glanced at him, and most of the time his gazes were indifferent, slightly contemptuous, and disgusted.
“…”
He put the quill to his lips.
As long as I don't write, I won't end up with a soul destroyed. After all, what does this world have to do with me? If it is really beautiful, why did my mother's last words to me were "You bitch, you shameful slut"?
That's right, it's just hypnosis, just hypnosis.
…
"[——Because of the wind that blows from the high mountains of Norway,]"
"[I once told you about the bitterness of freedom]."
…
Under the world tree.
Ijurel walked out of the World Tree.
Her body was covered in blood, her dress was torn, and she was holding a head with purple hair and golden eyes in her hands.
Throwing the head aside, Ijulaire floated into the sky, with a complete World Tree seed in her heart.
My heart is beating so fast that it seems to connect to the whole world.
She pointed her bare finger at Noor Akinni under the red sun:
"In the name of 'the watcher under the world tree, the bell-ringing hand of order, and the shepherd of Lovasa', I will burn myself to seal you—" Ijulaire said coldly.
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