Chapter 44 The second type of secret story

"Because they are the eyes of a small creature's connection point. They do not belong to Nesis, and they do not belong to anyone you pay attention to. They only follow Nesis because he comes. When Nesis is unwilling to pay attention to the arcane brilliance, They'll pop up and pretend they have control. There are a lot of them."

Yicha leaned forward and focused on spinning a pear-shaped piece of land. "You can call them 'stowaways' - or if you prefer a more unconscious description - 'impurities'."

"They are not impurities."

"You might as well think so."

Icha placed the pear-shaped plot next to the duck-shaped plot, "After all, these two little guys now provide you with vision. They also allow you to see what they are supposed to see."

Metz stared at the demon for a moment. He clasped his two dead branch-like hands in front of his chest, and then raised the leg that was not a wooden leg—it was thinner, darker, and dryer than the wooden leg. Then there's the wooden leg. Every part of his body was now off the ground.

He spread his hands, and a beautiful desk as smooth as a mirror and as black as ink appeared in front of him, followed by a velvet robe that hung to the ground and a wide-brimmed hat of the same dark color. They covered the scorched stumps of the original Olympus Mage—that is, basically his entire body.

"I think you must want to know what I saw. Izaint Sinkardstu." When he raised his red eyes, several rickety creatures appeared silently beside his table. They picked up the arithmetic paper that had just appeared with them and began to get busy.

Except there was no air coming out. The skeleton mage looked relieved.

Icha simply raised his eyes.

"Sure enough, not having to do things with your own hands will make you healthy, your clothes beautiful, popular, and you can have a set of furniture that suits you. It should definitely be promoted - if you have enough slaves, energy, or rules...

oh. It suddenly occurred to me. That's what we demons do. 'Order'. Although here I have to do everything myself. "

He placed a half-moon-shaped plot on the upper part of the pear.

"These things belong to me. You can order them."

Metz gestured to the rickety apprentices—this time, they didn’t have to point it out in person, and they raised their hands automatically. "What you do is indeed far from that of a demon. On many points, you behave quite discretely. I hope that you can maintain a certain degree of commonality."

"maintain."

Yicha bared his teeth at the gap in the half-moon shaped plot. "Sounds pretty forced."

"The fact that you pretended to crush me into ashes makes this reluctant situation a little better."

"No pretense or reluctance. Some demons like to explain their evil deeds. I am not one of them. Nesis happened to show up, causing the Lord of Hell to change his goals."

"You didn't bring Nesis to us."

"No. The fact that we can see him here is unpredictable."

"All eyes come to us. Meaning 'viewpoint' in Willy Shaw's logic. This is the idea you offered me. I agree with it. That is to say -"

"There was no 'meaning-' in my original idea."

"Very Shaw is indeed the author of our predicament. Those 'connection points' can be characters. But the 'point of view' is on our side. No matter what type of arcane story it is, it is only relevant to us. We no longer have to start from energy. Read the images in the pattern. Because they don't have to be passed around anymore."

"It's very simple. This is the principle of the story. So what you see in those red eyes is not important. Wait, wait, etc. You figured it out yourself so quickly." Yi Cha responded casually and moved to the other side of the map. . "The return of vision and not having to do things with your hands sharpens your thinking...and your computing power increases."

He paused and wagged his finger. The rickets dropped the paper, spread their legs, and moved to his side, moving the tiles on the map.

"What are you doing?" Metz rolled his red eyes.

"I'll tell you right away." Yicha directed the Mathematical Olympiad apprentices who looked like symbols to arrange them into a formation in a way that the symbols should not be arranged. "That's right. In case Nesis changes his mind at any time, suddenly appears and gives your vision a new owner - now, what did you see?"

There was a trace of confusion in the red eyes of the original Olympian - obviously related to this expression and the head where the eyes originally lived.

He moved the calculation table closer. "It doesn't matter that you told it fifteen seconds ago. And our times have aligned. So that's fifteen seconds ago."

"Yes. I said it." The devil's tone was like a devil. "First it's 'yes,' then it's 'no.' That's called 'denial.'"

"There are such traces in the database. It comes from the logic of Willy Xiao." Yimeiz nodded in agreement - with the exquisite appearance and brand-new equipment, this nod seemed particularly agreeable:

"What you mean is that the so-called second type of arcane story has already begun, and we are in it."

"Yes. But I didn't say that." Yi Cha made a gesture that was both a nod and a shake of the head. "That's another 'denial'. Right?"

"You just conveyed two completely opposite propositions and a question." Metz said coldly - this time he seemed particularly cold. "I do not know what you're talking about."

"You see. We control our actions. The story is on our side. The viewpoint is on our side. We literally control everything."

Icha let the smile disappear from his face. "My actions are the story. I can deny it if I want to. When I deny it, it's a second-category arcane story. Since we've been following this logic for so long, that's what it is. And I can deny it now. For a moment. That's not the case. There is no such thing. Willy Shaw is not the author of arcane stories at all. He is just a crazy quill who is good at mind construction - there are many such law creatures that cannot use arcana or chaotic energy. A place to understand. The mysterious force on top of the existing logical convergence has brought us all here. It's simple. There are not so many reasons behind it, just like this -

--It's not like this. look. Again. "He said again.

Metz seemed completely confused. He put a hand on the math table. His bony fingertips tapped on the table. This may just be an external manifestation of mental arithmetic.

"Summary. To summarize what you just mentioned-" He paused before continuing. He used a familiar sentence pattern. "You can control the story. More power to you."

"Yes. No. I mean, it doesn't matter at all. I can initiate any 'no'. I can initiate countless more. It could all be a second-category arcane story."

"And this is the second type of arcane story itself. 'Negative' of 'Negative'? That makes sense—"

"Nothing makes sense. All wrong. Great mathematician. Stop focusing on the second category of arcane stories."

"What the hell?" Yimeiz stared at him with red eyes.

Yi Cha stretched out his claws and dug out his eyes.