—In a dream—
Master, it's been a long time. I'm 12 years old this year. My body can finally withstand a small part of the power of the Divine Art, so I can write the date again. If I just stay in the Divine Art, I won't lose it.
I successfully reincarnated, because I had the extra protection of the God of Creation, and I reincarnated very quickly. He died one second and was reborn the next.
Teacher, I am very tall and I have not forgotten any memories.
Before I had the energy to connect to God, and because I died once, no one around me recognized me. These twelve years seem to have come back again. I have new parents. They are very kind to me and remind me of my previous parents.
Master, it seems that I haven’t told you about my parents. I planned to come to rescue my senior brother, but I didn’t go to them to complain. I haven’t been back for many years. When I stepped into the house, I felt cramped. My father and I Mom sat on opposite sides of a square table.
I said I would come back after I rescued the people.
They always supported me, they screamed with envy, and told me to take care of myself no matter what. I stood up and hugged them. It was the first hug I had received in the nine years I had been going to graduate school.
When I was young, they were very kind to me, and I tried my best to repay them by doing my best. When they followed the advice of people around me and sent me to take the examination in the junior class of the graduate school, I thought that I must get the best in the examination.
Fortunately, I thought so at the time and did this, so I was able to meet you, Master, on that grassy field.
That hug was warm, but my future was uncertain. No matter where I was, as long as I still held the God of Creation in my hand, I would definitely stand in the middle of the disputes in the world.
My parents, they should not have their lives restricted because of my son, nor should they be dragged into chaos because of me.
So when I closed the door after going out, I erased their memory.
In this reincarnation, I started growing from a baby again. After 12 years of carefree life, I am very open-minded. I will probably be able to have 12 years of being indifferent to worldly affairs in every reincarnation in the future, which is good.
Okay, I’ll just write this. Master, I’m going to solve the problems I’ve discovered in the past 12 years.
Teacher, see you next time.
—In the hotel—
This was the first time that person had written such a formal farewell message at the end of the diary.
He didn't say "Master, I miss you". Is this a change on his part?
Bai Xiaobai, who had just woken up, was a little confused. She sat on the bed and looked at the sky floating outside, silently in a daze.
This is the tenth time Bai Xiaobai has seen that person's memory. Her cultivation has slowly and evenly reached the golden elixir, and she is still close to reaching the golden elixir perfection.
Now Bai Xiaobai is like a steaming fresh meat bun, exuding waves of "meat aroma". The "meat aroma" combined with the ubiquitous devouring energy around him forms a hazy steam, and Bai Xiaobai is in it. Fluttering like a fairy.
Di Taihao accepted a large number of his past memories in a short period of time, and as a result, others were in a trance and sluggish.
Bai Xiaobai seemed to be similar to him, accepting another person's diary in a short period of time. Although he could only see what he wanted to diary, it was not the full picture of that person's memory.
The advantage of this is that it is not easy to lose yourself, but the disadvantage is that it is easy to become schizophrenic. ….
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In the end, Bai Xiaobai entered the next dream without getting up. Bai Xiaobai listened to the sound of reading the diary again and closed his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder when the diary that had been written for countless centuries would end. .
Fortunately, everything began to speed up, as if the person no longer needed to keep a diary to organize himself, as if the child who had been away from home for a long time gradually became only reporting good things but not bad things.
—In a dream—
Master, this is my third reincarnation. I came to this world exactly 500 years ago. Most of the gods have sunk. A few divine soul weapons maintain the destiny of this world. Only five gods have woken up in turn. They The emperor was formed, people worshiped the gods and worked hard, and the territory of human activities was slowly becoming larger.
But the question also arises. Some of the mistakes I have read about in human history are also some of the mistakes I am accustomed to.
Live in sorrow and die in happiness.
I have always played the role of a prophet among the crowd, answering people's questions and leading them step by step to create a better life.
As a result, when I died, they started to mess up. In fact, this problem has always existed, during my previous reincarnations (this chapter is not yet finished!)
Chapter 172: Farce
I paid attention to it, but at that time I was soft-hearted. I always thought that human civilization only needs to grow slowly, and less detours can lead to less waste of resources, so that people can go further.
So every time I feel that I am about to die, I will do enough to prevent humans from going wrong before I am able to redirect them.
Then I raised a group of children with clothes to stretch out and food to open their mouths. They looked happy on the surface, but in fact they had fallen.
Teacher, you know, this, I was hugged by my parents all my life and witnessed it. It was originally just a collective hair attack caused by the weather. Just because they thought they didn’t usually get sick, they didn’t think it was necessary to use a variety of medicines and herbs. Not enough.
They went to find those gods to help, because if the gods were not born, there would be no extra herbs to help him. The gods explained the situation rationally and said that they could help directly use divine power to ripen the herbs.
People who are panicking only think about how to cure their illness quickly. They don't even want to ripen the herbs in just one week. They often eat the tender seedlings after one day of sowing. Many ridiculous things have happened, and some people have even organized Everyone started to reject the gods built by the emperor's family, just because they thought that gods who did not get sick were unfair to people, and there must be something shady in the temple.
Do they know what they are knocking down?
The temple can enshrine the soul. The mythical story I made for them clearly mentioned that the earth sleeps in the temple, and everyone should respect and protect her.
I was held in my arms and crowded with people to grab the medicine. My crying didn't attract anyone, and everyone was jealous.
Ironically, they kept calling the Prophet, why hasn’t the Prophet come out yet, why did the Prophet die so early, what will happen to us if he dies, why did the Prophet die like this, how could he die like this, why did he abandon us...
Teacher, do you think I am stupid?
The farce ended with God deleting everyone's records and disappearing in front of everyone. They used a few divine Horcruxes as a centerpiece, dug down into the ground, and transferred all the divine Horcruxes to the ground, while they disguised themselves as ordinary people and smuggled in. among the crowd.
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Teacher, now that I am 12 years old, I know it is time for people to start building a country!
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Chapter 172: Farce
