Wherever words condense, there is a literary church.
As the weakest god in the eyes of the world, the God of Literature has always been known to the world as a "stinky troll, a book writer, and someone who curses every time he picks up his pen." And His Dependent Literary Church is also regarded as a large publishing house, without any appearance of a church.
It is precisely because of this that literature teaches the world that literature is his essence. As for the church, few people regard it as the true God-given church. After all, for the "Pope" of the Church of Literature, even if he reaches the Brilliant level, he cannot beat the Silver level warrior.
In this world, because of the occurrence of disasters, people pay more attention to the direct benefits that a profession can bring. Destroying the church can give its believers the ability to control explosions, the goddess of life can give the followers an endless source of life, and the god of justice protects his followers from unfair treatment.
But the God of Literature has nothing but giving his followers “better writing, better diction, and more perfect layout.”
Therefore, everyone thinks that the Church of Literature is an existence that makes up the numbers in the twelve moments, and no one cares about them.
However, Zhou Li was not like this.
He has never forgotten that the origin of this world is three books.
The book of omniscience and omnipotence, the book of partial knowledge, the book of ignorance and incomprehension.
"I said so."
Looking at the dark golden book in front of him that was gradually dissipated after being eroded by his own black mist, and then slowly condensed in the void, a look of surprise appeared on Zhou Li's face.
"No wonder, the God of Literature, one of the twelve righteous gods, can only give his followers the ability to talk nonsense."
The incomplete books were slowly suspended in the void, and countless papers filled with different words "seeped" from everything, moving closer to the dark gold book. Looking at the scene in front of him, black mist rose in Zhou Li's eyes, and lightning suddenly appeared.
"How can an empty shell give power to its followers?"
On the dark golden book, the word "ROYA" gradually broke into pieces, the golden "ink" re-condensed, and four strange words full of distortion and powerlessness appeared on the cover of the book.
"The God of Literature"
(Life still underestimates you)
This time, the writing isn't on the walls. It appeared in the sight of Zhou Li and others, but it was not attached to any plane. No matter what angle it was viewed from, the text would always face the eyes of others. It's like words written in three dimensions are all there is to two dimensions.
(Twelve moments, I also underestimated you)
The text was slowly distorted, but in Zhou Li's vision, it changed instantly. These words are like air, everywhere.
(I’m shocked that you’ve already perceived almost all the truth)
(I thought that no one would notice my existence until the end)
"Losing your divine status and becoming a book, you have to pay this price to come to this world. I don't understand, what do you want?"
Zhou Li frowned, raised his hand to disperse the black fog around his ears, and asked in confusion: "The Twelve Righteous Gods want to kill human beings effortlessly, why do you bother to do so?"
Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, the words gradually floated.
(kindness)
(After all, it is a conscious life, I still want to make some efforts)
"effort?"
Zhou Li frowned and asked in a bad tone: "Your efforts are just to mix and play with the two races at will, and then provide them for your research?"
(There is no other way, it is better than being used as fuel to ignite in the end)
What Zhou Li didn't expect was that the God of Literature was surprisingly good-tempered (actually I should kill you here, resurrect you, and finally make you our puppet)
"Then why not?"
The corners of Zhou Li's mouth curled up slightly. He seemed confident and not afraid of the gods in front of him.
(If all the people in a city died suddenly, even if I were a god, I would be under a lot of pressure)
As expected, the answer from the God of Literature was completely within Zhou Li's expectation. He has now tied his life to the more than 10 million residents of Jordan. If all of these people die, even if the God of Literature is the Twelve Righteous Gods, Twelve Hours will not be able to tolerate this behavior.
(However, you still underestimated it)
Suddenly, the God of Literature writes brand new words.
(I have countless ways to make this city disappear. No one will know what happened here, and no one will know that I have been here. At most, I will be imprisoned by the other eleven... ten righteous gods. )
"oh?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Then why don't you kill me?"
Eluma was surprised by the gentleness of the God of Literature. In her impression, gods rarely responded to questions like this.
(The answer I gave you is a duplicate)
(kindness)
"You mean, it was your mercy that let me go?"
(No, it's your kindness)
After seeing this answer, Zhou Li frowned and asked slightly puzzled: "Are you sure I am merciful?"
"Do you think about it?"
Lin Zi and Torea on the side were also speechless. They felt that Zhou Li's speech was very inconsistent with the identity of a brave man, but it was highly consistent with Zhou Li's image. Eluma, the heavyweight, had already gone to the kitchen and started preparing lunch.
Wait, can you go to lunch?
(No, you got me wrong)
(It’s because you never had a heart of mercy that I chose to save you and tell you some words blocked by the gods)
Zhou Li was silent. He squinted his eyes and looked at the words everywhere. A wave of thoughts came to his mind. He pinched his fingers gently and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
(Just like the story you told, I want to leave a fire for mankind)
(The gods have blocked all information about the final moment, so all I can tell you is sporadic information. The rest needs to be discovered by yourself)
Rarely, Zhou Li responded with silence. He was waiting for the next words from the God of Literature, even though Zhou Li didn't believe anything the God of Literature said now.
(You should know that Roja wants to create a gospel world and guide pure souls into that world. The reason why he did this is that he vaguely perceived the truth of the world after coming into contact with this book , discovered the fate of mankind, and then wanted to save mankind)
(Light yourself up and add fuel to the furnace, this is the destiny of mankind)
Although I had expected it, hearing this answer from a righteous god was very impactful. Whether it was Lin Zi, Tolea, or Zhou Li, they all showed some unusual expressions.
Of course, Eluma is still cooking.
(Of course, I am not prepared to fight against my other brothers and sisters. Because of my own specialness, I have a deeper feeling for human beings, so I, who learned about the fate of human beings a thousand years ago, want to make some small efforts)
(I want to try to peel off half of the human soul and put it in the impurities, so that humans can preserve the fire, and the human body and the other half of the soul can be used as fuel to continue our plan)
"What are the impurities?"
Facing Zhou Li's inquiry, the God of Literature seemed to have anticipated it and answered directly:
(Weird, or in other words, all living things except humans)
"You want to sew half of a human soul into a grotesque body, don't you?"
(Yes, but unfortunately, I failed)
(Pure is pure, impurities will always be impurities,)
"Who was your last test subject?"
Although he already had the answer, Zhou Li still asked this question.
Roya…
Torea and Lin Zi on the side suddenly had the same answer in their minds.
(You already guessed it, didn’t you?)
After making a joke, the god of literature still wrote down the answer.
(Jerost)
"ah?"
Lin Zi and Torea had a look of astonishment on their faces. They never thought that the last test subject of the God of Gospel would be Gerost.
"You have just been deceived by the gospels. The answer is simple."
As if he knew Tolea and Lin Zi's doubts, Zhou Li explained without looking back: "Don't forget, Gerost is already one hundred and twelve years old."
!
At this time, Lin Zi and Tolea realized the problem.
Professional levels in this world will not extend life span at all.
Whether it is Kenny, the god-given president of the Shadow Guild, or Alpha from the Hunter Guild, they looked like old men with gray hair and wrinkled faces a few years ago.
As for Gerost, he has always looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
(Actually, the profession I gave Gerost was not a witcher at all)
(His real profession is eccentricity)
(The power he should have was a collection of all grotesque abilities, not the ability to restrain grotesqueness now)
(Someone tampered with my stitching)
"Is there something wrong with that link?"
Zhou Li seemed to have figured out the nature of the discussion and asked, "Who is the powerful person who can tamper with you in front of you?"
(This is also what I want to discuss with you next)
After writing this sentence, as if to give Zhou Li some buffer space, the God of Literature erased the words. After a long time, I wrote the text again.
(The person who tampered with me is the person next to you)
An arrow pointed at Eluma, who was holding milk. A confused Eluma looked at herself, then at the arrow, and finally at Zhou Li.
"What do you mean? She was living under your surveillance before, and now you want to throw dirty water on her?"
Zhou Li's face darkened, and a cold chill flashed across his expression.
(Aren’t you very curious about her life experience?)
Frowning, Zhou Li gradually formed the prototype of the sword of power in his hand. However, the next words of the God of Literature made him choose to wait and see.
Eluma on the side seemed to know that what was about to appear was about her life experience. She slowly put down the milk, pressed the hem of her skirt, and slowly sat next to Zhou Li. Facing the ubiquitous words, Eluma felt a little panicked. Subconsciously, her shoulders gently pressed against Zhou Li, her warm fingers spread slightly, and she held Zhou Li's hand.
(Since you have seen the Gospels, I should give you the answer)
Facing Zhou Li, who was really angry, the God of Literature did not panic. Instead, he paused deliberately, trying to calm down Zhou Li. Soon, with the comfort of Eluma on the side, the black mist that was gradually boiling in Zhou Li's eyes softened a little. As if he was worried that the long sword would scratch Eluma, Zhou Li moved his right hand slightly, and the long sword and the black mist dissipated at the same time.
(You should know, the golden age)
(That era was as beautiful as a fairy tale)
(Those pure ancient gods controlled the mountains and rivers and controlled the operation of the world. They should have become the supreme will. However, these ancient gods had love and compassion for the creatures of the world. Therefore, they formulated the golden law to protect all living beings. voluntarily binding oneself to the law)
(This is the golden age that many people know, but what they don’t know is that the Golden Law is not a cold and heartless procedure. It is a being with soul and will, condensed by the love of thousands of beings in this world. Treasures are the purest love of the ancient gods for living beings)
(Gaia, that's her name)
Seeing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Zhou Li subconsciously pressed the buckle around his waist gently. In addition to being exclusive to the brave, there is also a book lying quietly on it.
"Gaia"
(But the Golden Law has flaws. In the end, the law collapsed and the ancient god fell into madness. At this time, we were born. The first generation of braves were summoned at the twelve moments, and under his leadership, the crazy ancient god was defeated. Order was re-established)
(This is how most people understand the golden age)
(However, this is not complete)
After these words appeared, Zhou Li seemed to think of something, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face unconsciously. Meanwhile, the gods of literature wrote new words.
(Actually, it was a girl named Gaia who really defeated the ancient gods)
(The Golden Law, which was born for living beings, protected thousands of living beings at the last moment of its collapse, but the price was that Gaia, who was supposed to gain eternal life at the cost of sleeping, completely collapsed. The Golden Law fell apart from then on, and no one knew her anymore. The presence)
"What exactly do you want to say?"
For some reason, Zhou Li felt a little panicked. He stood up, but still held Eluma's hand tightly with his left hand.
(These are all a foreshadowing)
Yes, these are just foreshadowing.
To pave the way for the next answer.
Finally, the answer came.
(Eluma is the remnant soul of Gaia)
Everything is explained.
Why, Eluma can still survive without half of her soul. Why Eluma has the ability to reset time. Why Eluma never appears in the Gospels, and why Eluma is loved by the world.
Eluma on the side was stunned. At this moment, she felt a little tight in her chest, as if something had been taken away. The emptiness in her heart made her a little confused.
The remaining soul…
Am I just a remnant soul...
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Realizing that the God of Literature seemed to have other purposes, Zhou Li stood in front of Eluma. Rarely, he lost his composure. Black mist instantly appeared among the ruins, covering everyone.
However, the text still appeared in his sight.
(I let you go and gave you the Gospel, and all you had to do was simple)
(Leave her to me)
