Leave her to me.
When this line of characters was written by the God of Literature, time seemed to have stood still.
broken.
Lin Zi subconsciously wanted to say something, but after she looked at the line of text again, she sat back on the sofa in silence. She knew that the moment the God of Literature asked Zhou Li to hand over Eluma, the negotiation broke down completely.
There is no room for a complete break.
Torea on the side did not have Lin Zi's "clear understanding". When she saw that line of text, Torea's emotions suddenly experienced a rare ups and downs. Her white palms clenched unconsciously, with a worried look. Look at Zhou Li.
Eluma still held Zhou Li's hand tightly and leaned against Zhou Li's side. She gently kneaded Zhou Li's palm. This small gesture restored some clarity to Zhou Li's eyes that had been swallowed by the black mist.
"oh?"
At this time, Zhou Li was no longer as relaxed and carefree as before. His face was as calm as ever, but his dark eyes made people shudder. Everyone knew that black mist would rise in Zhou Li's eyes when he was angry, but no one had ever seen the black mist completely solidify into a pair of abyss.
(Don’t worry, I don’t want to kill her)
As if knowing that Zhou Li's emotions had reached the extreme at this time, the God of Literature quickly explained: (I just need her to cooperate with me to complete an experiment)
"What experiment?"
Zhou Li crossed his hands and sat on the sofa, leaning his head slightly forward. His tone was very calm, without any ups and downs, as if he was just talking about something that didn't matter to him.
(Experiment to strip the soul)
When she saw this line of text, Eluma clearly felt the sudden tightening of Zhou Li's palm. Although she was about to be experimented by the God of Literature at this time, Eluma did not feel hesitant and confused because of herself for the first time. She gently stretched out her other hand to cover the back of Zhou Li's hand, and the warm touch made her Zhou Li's mood calmed down slightly and he calmed down.
Understanding how easy it is for people to misunderstand his words, the God of Literature continued to explain:
(Don’t worry, this won’t hurt her life. I won’t hurt her except that it takes a little time)
(She is a wonderful specimen, a soul body that I have never seen before. As long as I can study how her soul was perfectly stripped away, I can save everyone in this world)
"Are you talking about your previous plan?"
Facing Zhou Li's inquiry, the God of Literature seemed to be aware of his gradually cooperative mood, and wrote with appreciation:
(Yes, although the changes I made on Gerost failed, I still gained some experience that I can use)
(What I need now is to get a perfect way to peel off the soul. As long as I can get it, I will postpone the final moment and save the souls of everyone in this world)
(Isn’t saving this world what you really want?)
He stopped writing, wanting to give Zhou Li space to think.
"What I really want..."
After hearing Zhou Li's unintentional murmur, Torea felt a little panicked. She was afraid that Zhou Li would really be persuaded to hand over Eluma. But she noticed that after hearing Zhou Li's words, Lin Zi, who was nervous at the side, suddenly relaxed, and a look of peace appeared on his face.
Looking at Zhou Li who lowered his head in deep thought, the God of Literature, who thought he had received a positive answer, continued to write with satisfaction: (Okay, I'm glad you can...)
"I see."
The sudden opening made the words written by the God of Literature pause for a moment. Zhou Li raised his head, and his black jade-like pupils contained a relief that puzzled the God of Literature. That kind of relief was not the kind of relief he felt after handing over Eluma. At this time, Zhou Li seemed to have figured out a doubt that had been bothering him for a long time.
(What?)
"Do you know how to perfectly peel off a soul?"
Zhou Li did not answer the God of Literature. Instead, he asked a seemingly meaningless question.
(This is what I want to explore)
"No, no, I can tell you what the real answer is now."
Zhou Li smiled. At this time, he was like a teacher facing his students. Faced with the god of literature who humbly asked for advice, Zhou Li gave his answer without any secret.
"Gaia stripped off half of her soul and created Eluma, at the cost of the destruction of the Golden Age."
Looking at the words and books everywhere in front of him, Zhou Li raised the corner of his mouth, raised his chin, and said kindly: "If you want to perfectly peel off the soul, just imitate Gaia's method."
Finally, Zhou Li gave the answer.
"Isn't it enough that all twelve of you righteous gods die once?"
(Zhou Li, you actually have no choice)
After understanding what Zhou Li meant, the God of Literature did not have any anger. He just calmly continued to write on the huge white paper of the world: (Although this time my actions did not follow the twelve-hour plan. , but don’t forget, I am a righteous god)
(I am not the empty shell sitting on the throne of God now. Believe me, neither you nor Eluma can escape if I want to)
Facing the naked threat from the God of Literature, no, it was more of a sincere advice than a threat. Zhou Li showed no signs of panic. On the contrary, he smiled even brighter.
"I know." He said, "Even if you don't want to kill me now, with your power, it will be easy to completely imprison Eluma and me without any effort at all."
(I can tell you that because of the special nature of Jordan, I cannot kill you)
(However, I can rely on my ability to modify reality to create a prison that you cannot escape from. Believe me, maybe literature cannot have the power to destroy the world, but for humans, literature is the most terrifying poison)
"Yes, that's right."
Nodding and holding Eluma's hand tightly, Zhou Li replied with a half-smile: "You are indeed scary. The goddesses of life are at least upright and shameless. They are really villains. Although they are not good things, But at least the evil is clear and refreshing.”
"You are different."
Zhou Li squinted his eyes and looked at the words and books everywhere in front of him. With a mocking tone, he slowly said to the God of Literature: "You really deserve the name of the God of Literature. You may not be able to write the purest Words, but you are really good at playing with words. Being able to elevate your own selfish desires to saving the world, a hypocrite like you makes me even more disgusted."
(oh?)
(Why do you say that?)
Faced with Zhou Li's behavior of almost pointing his nose and scolding him, the God of Literature did not get angry, but asked curiously.
"I've been thinking before that you acted like the Gospels, incorporated weirdness into the Gospels, then placed human souls in Jordan, and then carried out experiments one after another. I don't understand why you did this."
"I know that you want to save half of human souls and let them live in a virtual world."
Making a gesture to stop, Zhou Li looked at the God of Literature who had been robbed of his words, and asked mockingly: "You don't think that I really believe your rhetoric, do you?"
"A rhetoric full of loopholes and inconsistencies, trying to gain my trust..."
Pointing to himself, and then to the books in front of him, Zhou Li asked jokingly: "Am I too deceptive, or is your intellectual development not complete enough?"
(What did you notice?)
Without denying Zhou Li's words, the God of Literature ignored Zhou Li's accusations and wrote new words: (Why is it inconsistent to say that I want to save mankind?)
"Please."
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and replied with a hint of helplessness and a bit of sarcasm: "You have been saying from the beginning to the end that you want to put humans into the virtual world so that they can avoid your so-called end in the gospel world. time."
"However, you never said what will happen to these humans who have entered the gospel world after the end of time."
With the words of the book reflected in his eyes, Zhou Li felt the coldness on his wrist and said in a cold voice: "You have never given me the impression of a so-called loving god from the beginning to the end."
"You're more like a toddler trying to find a tank of goldfish to play with."
A god who has always arranged human beings in countless "dramas", a literary collection composed of countless literatures, and a "god" piled up by countless scar literature and black literature. Is it normal that you, the god of literature, have been showing your love and kindness?
You have read all the books in the world, but don’t have a book of your own. Don’t you feel regretful?
You, the god of literature, definitely disdain to write boring articles and poems like human beings. Those things composed of ordinary pens and inks will be rare treasures if you write them casually. This is meaningless to you. .
Therefore, the "literature" you want to write must have high-quality raw materials.
If the dazzling human soul can use this wonderful material to compose a book, it will definitely be your eternal treasure and the real treasure of your literary god.
"After you put the bright souls of human beings into the gospel and help them survive their final moments, what will be their ending?"
This time, facing Zhou Li's question, the God of Literature did not answer as quickly as before. This time, he answered very slowly, very slowly.
(At least, they are still alive)
This sentence confirmed Zhou Li's suspicion.
The so-called saving mankind and allowing mankind to retain fire are all false.
The God of Literature does this just so that he can compose the most perfect books and plant and cultivate the most perfect materials. When he writes a book that carries the soul-destroying nature of a world, I am afraid that the God of Literature becomes "He" in the true sense.
"The livestock are still alive, but they don't like this outcome."
(But I saved them in the end! I let them survive, I let them participate in a beautiful drama constructed by a great god, I let them have a wonderful Zoran fate even after the end of the world, why do you still slander me? ?)
"You're in a hurry."
This time, Zhou Li smiled from the bottom of his heart, "But you are just pretending."
"Literature, literature constructed by humans has never been separated from lies. God, until now, I have not believed every word you said, because literature is good at constructing perfect lies."
"The most perfect lie is to keep the core part, erase the irrelevant parts, and fill in the plausible parts. In this way, the most perfect lie is born."
"You're not called the God of Literature at all, are you?"
Looking at the books in front of him that were gathering power and disappearing invisibly, Zhou Li raised the corners of his mouth. His eyes seemed to have transcended the dimensions of time and space and landed in a space that did not belong to this world. This made the "God of Literature" appear. Feelings of panic.
"You have the appearance of the God of Literature and the power of the God of Literature. You can control words and books and let them affect reality. However, you are not the God of Literature."
"You have been rigidly following the tasks left to you by the God of Literature. Your biggest flaw is that you asked me to hand over Eluma in the name of saving the common people."
The mocking, sarcastic words were slowly spoken by Zhou Li: "Please, all the gods know that I am here to have fun."
"What does this world have to do with me?"
"You are not the god of literature at all!"
Zhou Li raised his eyes, looked at the "God of Literature" who didn't know how to speak, and slowly said a name.
"The orphan of the ancient gods, the god of falsehood."
(How could you possibly know!!!!!)
"Why do you have this illusion that I don't know about?"
Zhou Li felt the breath of Eluma next to him and the Ouroboros bracelet on his wrist that symbolized "falseness" and "infinite loop". He said in a deep voice: "Literature is the false world built by human beings, regardless of writing style. How wonderful, no matter how realistic the description, literature is always false.”
"You have never told the world your name, and you have not deliberately concealed it, but you do things closely related to "literature", making people subconsciously think that you are the god in charge of literature. You read books, you create scripts, You give believers perfect imagination, you never tell a single lie, but you complete the most perfect lie.”
"You, disguised as a god."
(I am the God of Literature!)
Facing the ferocious words that suddenly appeared, Zhou Li didn't feel any panic. On the contrary, he knew that he had won.
"Yes, if you obtain the power of Gaia in Eluma's body and write the most perfect "Gospel", you will really be the god of literature."
"pity."
Zhou Li stood up. He looked at the tumbling books and twisted words in front of him and said softly: "False will always be just fake."
As soon as the words fell, the rain in the sky suddenly seemed to have been turned off, and the stormy waves rumbled towards Jordan. The sight that was like a natural disaster made Lin Zi, an ordinary person, feel suffocated. But soon, the black mist curtain casually arranged by Zhou Li gave her some breathing space.
(Fake?)
(Don’t worry, when your soul is imprisoned by me, when her soul is dissected by me, you will be the most false existence)
(You are too arrogant. If you conceal these things and report them to the Twelve Righteous Gods, I may really fail)
(However, your arrogance harms yourself and everyone else)
(Just like the God of Literature, for the sake of these human beings who are just materials, he is willing to become a mortal and step into this dead land to create creatures and find ways to replace human beings. In the end, he was deceived by me and died of grotesque bites. Tangtang The twelve righteous gods died quietly, and I was deprived of their status and power)
(He is like this, and so are you)
(He is too kind and you are too arrogant. Don’t worry, I will give you the same ending)
(I am the real god!!!)
