"Did you see it?"
A faint smile appeared on the face of the gentle and elegant man. The book in his hand, which had long been unable to write "things of this world", slowly closed and he was no longer prepared to deal with Zhou Li. He raised his hand and paused gently in front of Zhou Li. In an instant, the "stickiness" everywhere in Zhou Li's body disappeared, and the purgatory-like scenery slowly faded away.
Paper, ink, pen.
The God of Literature has thousands of words in different languages at his feet, and the sun and moon are reflected on the mountains where pens and paper are intertwined. Tuomazhen looked at Zhou Li and asked calmly: "So, who are you?"
"You have indeed lost your authority."
After sighing, Zhou Li sat on the stool that Tomazhen had "placed" behind him. He raised his head and replied, "You can no longer sense the outside world, right?"
"That's right."
As if he thought there was no need to hide anything, or maybe it was because of his personality, Thomas nodded and answered directly: "After I was swallowed into the false soul world, I can no longer perceive the outside world."
"The God of Death is dead."
Zhou Li was equally direct. After hearing these words, Tomazhen, who had always shown that "everything is under control", was stunned for a moment and did not react for a while. Zhou Li didn't say much, just looked at him silently. After a while, Tuoma Zhen seemed to understand something and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Katz..."
The somewhat pleased and somewhat lonely words made Zhou Li notice something. Tuoma Zhen smiled complicatedly, and then said to Zhou Li: "How did he die?"
"He violated the rules, forced to view a memory that contained the soul of a country, and then was deprived of authority by the rules, and was finally killed by two races."
"Did you do it?"
Faced with the question from Tuoma Zhen, one of the Twelve Hour Gods, Zhou Li did not hesitate and answered: "It's a man named..."
Wait a minute, what is Mr. Muqi's name?
Zhou Li was suddenly stunned. This question hit the depths of his soul because he didn't know Mr. Muqi's name until now. Before he had time to think about it, Zhou Li changed his words: "It was the leader of that country who killed him, and Void." A clan.”
"Ouch."
Thomas nodded, then he thought for a moment and asked Zhou Li: "You also participated in the action of killing Him, right?"
Without denying it, Zhou Li looked at Toma Zhen silently.
"No wonder you noticed my plan."
A complicated smile appeared on Toma's face. He looked up at the words and books around him, sighed and said to Zhou Li: "You are right, I did enter the false soul world by myself. Want to kill myself.”
"I want to leave a little hope for mankind."
Falsehood underestimates the god of literature, or in other words, he underestimates the creativity of modern humans.
His own complacent tactics and strategies are all based on the golden age of human civilization in ancient times. Human beings under the Golden Law can be said to live in paradise. They are like newly born children, pampered by the ancient gods and preventing them from any harm or malice.
Falsehood was born in this era, but the problem is that the source of the power of the ancient gods is "existence". Although humans in the Golden Age also had deception and evil thoughts, their imagination was not very rich. In their eyes, pushing someone into a manure pit, which was an ordinary behavior in Zhou Li's eyes, can be said to be a heinous crime.
In fact, if False knew what Zhou Li did in Magnan and Muqi, he would probably have knelt down and kowtowed on the first day Zhou Li came to Yingnan, offered the gospel and hurriedly sent it away to this uncle. . Anyway, after Zhou Li left, he was singing and dancing. At most, it was a little troublesome to harvest the souls, and it would not delay the overall situation.
Unfortunately, the lack of information and the Yingnan people's disdain for Zhou Li made him make a fatal mistake. Although he has absorbed a lot of human malice from modern civilization, such as the merchants who dared to resell food during the famine years, the officials who made money so hard that even the false ones were silent, and the "aristocratic" etiquette that made even the false ones feel so fake. , this has made the falsehood grow a lot.
However, thousands of years ago, ignorant falsehood was as innocent as a child in front of the God of Literature. In fact, the God of Literature knew what falsehood was from the first moment he saw it.
Jokes, needless to say, it’s fantasy literature. Even the “villains” and “villains” in real-life literature are more fake than you. You still want to hide this from the God of Literature?
"He thought he was pretending well, but in fact, from the beginning of his inexplicable enthusiasm, his purpose was already noticed by me."
Sitting in front of Zhou Li, Tomazhen waved his hand, and two cups appeared in their hands. Thomas took a sip of the malt wine, and then said to Zhou Li: "You can decide what you want to drink, just think about it."
Zhou Li was stunned, and then he began to think about it in his mind. After a while, a cup of black liquid with bubbles appeared in his hand. Zhou Li looked at the black liquid in his hand with concentration, thought for a while, and drank it.
A little bitter.
It doesn't quite resemble the smell in his memory, or in other words, Zhou Li has almost forgotten that smell. He smiled, put the cup aside and said to Thomas: "I don't quite understand why you want to commit suicide."
"Like you said, I want to give literature to humans."
After a pause, Tuomazhen stared at Zhou Li and said slowly: "Gods will not die, but gods can die."
In an instant, Zhou Li understood what Toma really meant, which also fulfilled his suspicion.
God is indeed composed of soul and authority.
Just like the god of literature is composed of two different things, Thomas and literary authority. All gods are a combination of soul and authority. The soul can die, but the authority representing the rules will not die. Just like Katz will die but Death will not, the rules are eternal.
"As for me, I am different from some gods."
Turning his palm over, a line of bright silver text appeared on the back of Thomas's hand. He looked at the line of text and said gently: "Rather than saying that I was born to restrain humans, it is better to say that humans created me. .”
"Actually, the original plan of the Twelve Hours did not include me. Originally, the person sitting in my place should be a god who controls illusions. I should not have been at the party that created the Twelve Gods."
The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was destined by some combination of circumstances. Tomazhen gently turned the pen in his hand and said to Zhou Li with a smile: "But on that day, a human wrote a story. The authority of fantasy is inherently unstable, and that story turned fantasy into literature, and I was born from that.”
Nostalgic and emotional, many human qualities that did not belong to the gods appeared in Toma's eyes. A look of reminiscence appeared on his face, and he gently put down the pen.
"The name of that story is called Holy Blade."
"The hero obtained the power of the holy sword and defeated the villain after overcoming numerous obstacles and preventing the world from being destined to be destroyed. He created a fantasy world and gave the real world a path of hope."
"What a good story..."
With a slightly sad look on his face, Tomazhen said to Zhou Li with emotion: "I gained life because of this story, and therefore became one of the Twelve Moments. But when I gained the authority of the God of Literature, I completely integrated into the Twelve Moments. Moments later, I got some painful news."
"This world is also destined to be destroyed. However, there are no heroes here."
Showing the pen in his hand to Zhou Li, the lines engraved on it vaguely revealed a fantasy color. Tuoma Zhen smiled bitterly and said helplessly to Zhou Li: "There is no holy sword that changes everything in this world, and there is no holy sword for the world." A dedicated hero. After I learned about the existence of the Final Hour, I was on the verge of collapse."
After a pause, Toma sat upright after adjusting his mood, and continued: "If it weren't for Todoroki's help, I might have closed my heart long ago and chose to wait quietly for the arrival of extinction."
"Why do gods create the final moment?"
At this time, Zhou Li was finally able to ask the question that had been bothering him for a long time. Faced with Zhou Li's question, Thomas truly thought for a moment and then replied:
"I have no idea."
Good answer, right?
Looking at Zhou Li who was about to speak but hesitated. Thomas shook his head with a wry smile and said helplessly: "Not just me, all the gods don't know when the final moment will come, nor why it exists."
"I only know that most of the gods in the Twelve Hours hope that the final moment will come. Because I prefer humans, I rarely communicate with other gods, and therefore I don't know much about this information."
"Why do you trust me so much?"
At this time, Zhou Li noticed something was wrong. Now Thomas is really like a answering machine, telling himself all the information he can tell. As the saying goes, no reward comes without reward. This inexplicable trust made Zhou Li a little wary.
"Because of it."
An ink mark passed in front of Zhou Li's eyes and stained his wrist. Zhou Li lowered his head. There was a tiny trace of ink on the Ouroboros bracelet, which seemed to remind him.
"That's what I'm going to go on to say."
The ink marks fell off the wrist like a small snake and began to writhe next to Tomazhen. He looked at Zhou Li and told the truth in an unhurried tone.
"The person who wrote the story of the Holy Blade at that time was not a human being."
"It's Gaia."
"Gaia?!"
This news caught Zhou Li by surprise. He frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't she already..." before the twelve moments were established?
"Gaia is a very special existence. Before, she always thought that she was the will created by the Golden Law. But in fact, she is more powerful than the concept of the Golden Law."
Grasping the ink mark and gently putting it aside, Tuomazhen stared into Zhou Li's eyes and said word by word:
"Gaia is the will of this planet."
"In other words, Gaia is the survival instinct of this planet and the resistance to the final moment."
After hearing this explanation, Zhou Li was startled for a moment, and then began to digest the information he had obtained.
"Gaia retained her consciousness after the collapse of the Golden Law, but for some reasons, she was still affected by the collapse of the Golden Law. At the last moment of her sleep, Gaia deployed many back-ups to fight against the end. What time."
Pointing at himself, Thomas said without any scruples: "I am her back-up man."
"She wrote the story of the Holy Blade, making me the god of literature in place of fantasy."
"What does she need from you?"
Facing Zhou Li's doubts, Thomas smiled and spread his hands, and said easily: "She didn't tell me anything. Even the author of the story of the Holy Blade was investigated by me later, and she had almost no contact with me. , how could you possibly tell me anything?"
"but."
Sitting upright, Toma's smile faded. He looked serious, but said with some relief: "But she told me everything."
"The moment I became the god of literature and took power because of human literature, I fell in love with all human beings. At that moment, my fate was sealed."
After hearing this sentence, Zhou Li fell silent, and he understood what the God of Literature meant.
"I am destined to fall in love with human beings, because only humans can create unique literature. I am also destined to gain humanity, because literature always has warmth. I may be touched by those tragic, painful, and twisted literature, but human beings The beautiful hopes placed in literature are destined to make me love the world even more."
There was no accusation against the predetermined fate, nor was there any anger towards Gaia, who had arranged his life. Thomas smiled gently. He accepted everything as a matter of course, and accepted everything he loved.
“After I sensed the final moment and realized that literature also has the power to reverse the future, I already made plans.”
Pointing at his "heart" with the pen in his hand, Tomaszhen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and pure light flashed in his eyes.
"If it belongs to humans, return it to humans."
"The price is your life?"
"That's not the price."
Shaking his head, Tomazhen said to Zhou Li: "Everything will come to its own end, and so will I. When I lose the power in my hands, I am just a writer among all living beings who adds to my own books, and I too There will be an end.”
"This is just an ending, an ending that I am satisfied with, and I have also given literature and hope to mankind. Don't you think this is a good story?"
The God of Literature seemed to have seen that chapter of the story in his eyes, as if he had seen the "Holy Blade" when he was born. He still remembered that when the protagonist named Thomas True controlled the holy blade, defeated the final villain, and saved the world, he was so excited that he helped the god of literature get a name that he was satisfied with.
Thomas True.
"Will killing you completely defeat falsehood?"
Facing Zhou Li's inquiry, Toma Zhen didn't speak, but just nodded with a smile.
"You are a hero."
Just like Mr. Muqi, Zhou Li never hesitated to pay his most sincere respect to these great heroes. However, Tomazhen just shook his head and said to Zhou Li with that indifferent and reassuring smile:
"I'm no hero."
"I'm just a writer."
