Chapter 12 It’s hard to bear. Tomorrow is a holiday but today I have to go to work! …
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"You should have told me in advance that your dream was about the sea. Then I would have prepared a boat."
I wiped my face, and Odysseus asked me with a dark face: "You can bring me into a dream, why can't you know that this is an ocean?"
"First of all, I can bring you in because dreams are a medium that connects reality and fantasy. Its content is determined by your own consciousness. Please don't talk about magic as the same as voyeurism. You must know that all magic comes from love and hope."
Odis expressed all his thoughts in one sentence: "Thank you for your explanation. I am 29 years old, not 19 or 9."
"I'm serious. Whether it's distorted love or normal love, it can be the driving force of magic. This is common sense in the wizarding world, so wizards are usually strong-willed people."
I spread my hands and added silently in my heart: Except those players.
"Then can't you change our current situation and at least let us get to the shore?"
"First, I'm a trickster, not a magician, so I can't create something out of nothing. Second, this is your dream. If you wanted us to go ashore, we would have already been there."
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean that it is you who are keeping us from landing, not me."
After tinkering for a long time, I finally found a floating piece of wood from his heart and materialized it. Now we can sit on the wood instead of relying on floating on the water for conversation.
Odysseus frowned tightly: "Is it because of me? But I didn't do anything."
I wrung out my wet hair and answered nonchalantly, "Who knows? Maybe it's because of guilt, maybe it's because of disappointment, or maybe you subconsciously think you are not qualified to reach the shore."
Odysseus was silent for a long time because of this sentence. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "Maybe it's just like what you said, I really don't have the qualifications to go ashore. I killed my parents. They were supposed to go to another star system that day. Because of my noise, they changed their itinerary. If they could board the spaceship normally that day, they wouldn't have died in a car accident on the way back."
This is the reason I have used 318 times in 7296 posts in the player forums. People's joys and sorrows are different, and there are only so many causes of death. But I kept silent.
One reason is that no matter what kind of death, it should be respected, which will bring unspeakable pain to the living. The other reason is that as the god of death, I have long been numb to too many deaths. If every death can make me suffer for a lifetime and feel the same, then I would have died of exhaustion on the road.
Odysseus glanced at me and said, "Don't pretend to be sad if you don't want to. Your expression is so ugly."
Me: “…I’m sorry.”
I guess my expression of apology must be a little bit unbearable to look at, otherwise Odysseus would not have such an expression that he couldn't bear to look at. He looked away and sighed deeply.
"Nothing, thank you for considering my feelings. That happened a long time ago, I'll try again. I can't stay in the sea forever."
I nodded vigorously, opening and closing my eyes. We had indeed changed our location, and this time we landed on an offshore platform that was barely big enough for footing. A huge shark was heading straight for us, its sharp fangs visible, and the remains of the previous prey could be vaguely seen.
Odysseus was very calm: "It seems like the time when I was eleven years old and participated in a performance at sea. I was pushed into the sea by a competitor and was almost eaten by a star shark."
Jump! This time it was a suicide attack by an overzealous fan. Jump! This time it was a stage collapse accident during a concert. Jump! This time it was a parachute failure during a skydiving accident. Jump, jump, jump! Jump, jump, jump!
When we finally stepped on the shore, I couldn't help but turn around and ask him: "Is your singing experience so ups and downs?"
Odysseus smiled and said nothing. He pulled me up from the ground, shook off the sand on my body and continued walking forward. The shadow was dragged into a long line by the sunlight, leaving a row of lonely footprints on the beach.
I chased after him and stared at the ground for a while. Odysseus asked me, "What are you looking at?"
I pointed to the ground below my feet and tried to put on a positive tone: "The footprints on the beach have become two rows."
Odysseus: “…”
He looked at me with his emerald eyes, and after a long moment he sighed again.
"Thank you. Next time if you want to comfort me, you can just say it directly. There's no need to be so..."
He paused for a few seconds and said politely, "I stopped buying into this when I was seven."
“…”
This time I was speechless. I followed him awkwardly. This man had no sympathy for the old-fashioned gods. How could I comfort him? The atmosphere became very tense, like phlegm stuck in the throat, unable to spit out or swallow, making people dig their toes into the ground.
After walking in silence for a while, a hand suddenly appeared in front of me. The five fingers were slender and the joints were distinct. The skin was fair and the nails were trimmed and rounded. There were thin calluses on the fingers from playing musical instruments.
This is a hand model image that is good enough to be filmed in a video for permanent publicity. I looked over blankly, but Odysseus didn't look at me, just stretched out his hand and waited for something.
I hesitated, then tentatively shook his hand. His hand was slightly damp, and had the warmth of a human body.
Odysseus didn't say anything, just pulled me forward. It seemed that he was just using this action to apologize and please in secret.
A sentence often used in player forums popped into my mind, and it fits the current situation very well: You are not from the last year of kindergarten, are you? How dare you use such means?
But I have to say, it really worked. I silently forgave him for all the things he said before. Who can blame him for having such a pretty face and actively seeking peace?
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The scenery in the dream was indeed beautiful. The sea was coming towards me, and the water surface was like a crumpled gold foil, reflecting thousands of rays of morning light. The sky was the reflection of the sea above my head, and seabirds spread their wings and swam low in the sky. The beach under my feet was golden and soft, and a unique white villa could be vaguely seen in the distance. In this era when natural resources are extremely valuable, being able to monopolize a piece of sea and beach shows one's financial strength.
“My parents are very famous.”
Odysseus said in a calm voice: "My father is a famous collector, and my mother is a legendary figure in the music industry. In the eyes of others, I have been a perfect genius since I was a child, especially in art. Whether it is painting, literature, or singing, I am extremely talented and have repeatedly received praise from professionals. Therefore, it is completely destined for me to embark on the path of art. Neither I nor my parents have any objections, and we even think it is destined."
His eyes fell on the white building, a little absent-minded.
I don't have the hobby of prying into other people's thoughts, but without me paying too much attention, those scenes of memories came rushing back.
His training room had a whole wall of windows facing the sea, so in Odysseus's memory, the swaying sea became almost all of his childhood memories.
His father always liked to sit in the rocking chair on the balcony and hold him in his arms. The rocking chair rocked back and forth, and the sunlight turned into a fluffy blanket, gently covering him.
When the sunset passed through the French windows of the living room and poured into the hall, he would play the violin, and his father and mother would dance to the music in the sunset.
All these things were destroyed that day, and then became the nightmare of the living. Before that, Odysseus had many dreams: to become a painter, a poet, a writer... After that, he chose to go on stage, sell his excellent appearance and voice, and immediately exchange them for capital for survival.
Other people's gossip, malicious snatching, and false exploitation.
Odysseus hesitated, and I pulled him forward and opened the door.
Everything inside the door was still the same as that day. Odysseus stared at the scene in a daze until the kitchen door creaked open and a woman in a nightgown walked out. She had blonde hair tied into a bun, fair skin, and a gentle smile.
Time never defeats beauty, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes only add a touch of maturity to her. I felt that the hand I was holding had completely frozen.
"You've grown up, Odysseus."
The man sitting on the sofa reading the light screen also looked up, his emerald green eyes were exactly the same as Odysseus'.
"Why are you standing there? Come over here and sit down and talk to your mother."
Odysseus stood beside me like a stone, not moving a muscle. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away.
"The time they can stay here is short, so cherish it."
It was only at this time that Odysseus shouted awkwardly, like a tape that had finally started to work: "...Dad, Mom."
At the same time, I quietly withdrew.
It is immoral to spy on the communication between the dead and the living, and most importantly, I am not good at dealing with such situations. Humans have overdeveloped emotions, but gods do not.
Although we have some conflicts and preferences, time is enough to wear away all the intense emotional fluctuations. So I am not suitable to appear here, and I don't intend to participate in the regrets of mortals.
I swore a long time ago that I would never do anything that would make me regret, except going to work.
Being born as a part-time NPC will be my lifelong regret! In comparison, even pet cats are so happy!
There was only a door between us. Inside the door, there were memories of joy and sorrow, and outside the door, I was so bored that I started to build a castle with sand. When I was about to build a temple of the god of death, Odysseus pushed the door open and came out.
There was no expression on his face, and I couldn't tell if he was crying or not. He had a clear goal and was heading straight for me. I watched helplessly as the beam I had just made collapsed, and looked with regret at the sand castle that was only a side hall away from being built. The question came as expected -
"How did you do that?"
Summoning the dead, resurrecting the undead, and bridging the distance between life and death are not difficult tasks for the Lord of Death, but in this case, I feel that another statement is more appropriate.
"I should have said before that the source of magic is love - whether it is the magician himself or the object of the magic. This love is not limited to family and friendship, but something broader - the determination to stick to something to the end."
Odysseus stared at me in amazement.
The blue waves flashed, breaking through the rugged coastline. The vast expanse of colors was reflected vividly on his pupils, washing away the tiny, speckled light patterns. The sea surged behind us, and the white house was in front of us. As long as we opened the door, we would smell the familiar fragrance.
In "God's Blessing 2.0", in the first era, life could not get a peaceful sleep. The Fountain of Eternal Life descended from the sky to the earth. Those who bathed in it could live forever.
As a result, more and more people were able to reproduce, and eventually they were scattered in every corner of this land. However, the disaster began from then on. More and more people killed each other, and they were covered with wounds but could not die. They could only wail in despair and pain all day long. People who were plagued by diseases could not get treatment or relief. The living people rotted and stank, but even so, they could still blink their eyes and ask for help from everyone who passed by.
Under such circumstances, many terrible rituals appeared, some failed, some succeeded, and the god that emerged from them was the god of death.
That's me.
“When people have a definition of death, they begin to fear death and hate this permanent separation. But the deceased linger in the world, and they also have unfinished words to say. Those words occasionally flow out, and it becomes what you see.”
I said calmly, "This is something that can never be accomplished by one person's will."
The white house gradually became transparent, and one could vaguely see that the bedroom door was opened.
The father carried the sleeping child on his back and carefully placed him on the bed. The mother undressed her son and stuffed him into the warm quilt. They whispered something to each other, fearing to wake the child. They laughed at the same time and looked down at the young child with loving eyes.
The past is still ongoing and cannot be changed.
A young child will grow up slowly until his parents leave and he is left alone.
Then, with this mood, he continued to stumble forward, choosing the simplest path for survival, even if that was not his original intention.
I turned, my back to the sea, and looked him in the eye. The world was collapsing, the sea whimpering and drowning us. His mind was like a wave, raising a mighty sound. Everything was drowning, the sky was an inverted deep sea, the rain was pouring down, and we were the only two standing on the beach, staring at the lightning that flashed through the clouds, the light was like a spear.
I asked, "Odysseus, what wish do you want to fulfill?"
"I……"
He opened his mouth slowly, and like the bursting of foam, the sound of the sea swallowed up everything.
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