Chapter 1406 Chapter 58 "I only Ask You to Write a Story of Peace and Prosperity for the Country and the People." (Thanks to "The Undead Who Praises the Sun Knight" Silver Alliance
No. 14 I ask you to write about the prosperity of the country and the peace of the people. ” (Thanks to “The Immortal in Praise of the Sun Knight” Silver Alliance
Olives.
Su Ming'an's pupils were locked instantly, and there was some violent emotion in his heart. He couldn't express it accurately, but he felt a slight sadness enveloped him.
...That's it, so that's it.
This is how "Olivis" came about.
It's not the surname of a certain family, nor the honorific name of a certain noble.
It is a representation, a proof, a responsibility.
Xiaobai is "Olivis", Epicure is "Olivis", and Sique is also "Olivis". I am afraid that there are many "Olivis" that he does not know and have passed away.
Now, he too has become "Olivis".
——So, in the early stage of the dungeon, the "Olivis" yelled by the Dragon King and others, was it Sique or Su Ming'an?
Qianqin and Huibai looked at Su Mingan with envy. They were not spiritual enough and were not awarded quills, let alone "Olivis".
The next moment, Su Mingan felt Xiaobai's palm and slowly moved his forehead.
The soft touch disappeared, and so did the warm sensation. Bits and pieces of spirituality are still integrated into his body, and he is still connected to the four directions of heaven and earth, with clear senses and transparent perception.
Those elegant, lotus-like eyes reflected his stunned expression.
Xiaobai gently patted his cheek, making his vast and distant eyes gradually clear, and his golden eyes glowing with ink gradually clear.
The clouds are misty and the lotus fragrance lingers.
The sun rises and the sky is filled with red clouds.
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"Su Ming'an Olivers."
"Now, I give you the pen of my destiny, and I command you to be the creator of the world."
"Remember."
"I don't ask you to compose a glorious epic."
"But I ask you to write about the peace and prosperity of the country and the people."
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Before destiny leads to a certain death.
——Hope and attachment came to him one step ahead.
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["Baby, baby! It's time to eat!"]
["Hey! Master!"]
["Come on, the porridge is still hot. Master went to the mountain to buy it, lotus root white sugar porridge, it smells so good!"]
["How much money, Master?"]
["How much is it? It seems you have charged me the usual amount?"]
["Master, you've been tricked again! You can't just immerse yourself in creating a new life, look at reality more! You can buy as many bowls of porridge with your usual money!"]
["Hey, hehe...um...that, doll."]
【"Um?"】
["Baby, Master... I am already old and weak, and it is difficult to leave the sacred mountain. Would you like to take over Master's quill pen, collect drama memory lenses for Master, and write about Cangshan and Erhai? Write down thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?"]
[Above the sacred mountain, with misty clouds, an old man with white hair strokes his beard and smiles. 】
[In front of the old man is a pink-haired girl about seven or eight years old, sitting in front of the fire, snoring and drinking porridge. 】
[The pink-haired girl smiled and chuckled: "Master is finally willing to hand over the pen to the disciple? The disciple is willing!"]
["Haha... I agreed quickly. Baby, do you know what picking up the quill means?" The old man smiled. 】
["I don't know! I only know that I like to write stories!" The pink-haired girl put down the bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth, and spoke at a young age: "If just writing stories can save the world from danger, and stop killings, The people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the evil deeds can be overthrown by fire, and the seas and rivers can be cleared, and the world can be peaceful. All it takes is a piece of paper, a stroke of ink, and an ink, I am willing!"]
["Okay! Okay! Cough, cough, cough, cough..." The old man smiled and suddenly coughed violently, which was heartbreaking. 】
["Master, haven't you always been in good health? Why..." The pink-haired girl looked worried. 】
["Iculel." The old man suddenly became serious. 】
["Disciple is here!" The pink-haired girl immediately stood up. 】
["You have to remember one thing...'Creation' is a gift given by the world to us to realize all crazy ideals and absurd fantasies, but it is also the source of demons that plunge us into madness and chaos." The old man said. 】
[The pink-haired girl looks confused. 】
["This world is fair. When human beings use fantasy to rewrite the true appearance of the world unscrupulously, to fight against the evil dragons, demons, and undead that existed in ancient times... Who knows what price we have to pay?" The old man smiled and shook his head. :]
["Eculel, since humans moved to this world in the first era, they have known that we are the most ordinary, weakest, and most unwilling creatures. Cassadia has turned a peaceful world into a world full of fantasy creatures. In this dangerous world, we are as small as gravel in front of dragons, angels and other creatures.”]
["Those powerful creatures have strong bodies, and they can burn to death human warriors who have trained all their lives with a breath of fire."]
["But, we - we also have our own weapons. We have wisdom, calmness, and extremely unwilling illusions."]
["Master..." the pink-haired girl murmured. 】
[The old man patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder, his cloudy eyes flashed with clear light:]
["The first era was called the 'Age of Darkness'. Under the oppression of powerful creatures, human beings, as the creatures at the bottom of the food chain, quickly declined by more than half. But in our second era, the brightest star of 'Creation' has The gem appears.”]
["As long as you have the ability to conceive and are willing to write your own story, everyone can change their destiny and no longer have the power to tie the chicken. From now on, we may no longer be at the bottom of the food chain, but can soar in the sky." 】
["However, in the long changes of the First Era, in order to survive, humans can only choose to reproduce with other races in order to gain some self-preservation capabilities. There are fewer and fewer pure-blood humans. Even you and me are flowing The blood of other races.”]
"But this is not something to be ashamed of, and pure-blood humans are not something to be proud of. Before being 'human', we are first 'life'. As long as we still remember that before the First Era, we were from our homeland - only what remains Half a planet. Then we have not lost our history.”
[The pink-haired girl nodded heavily: "Master, since 'Creation' has appeared, do we want revenge? In the first era, those dragons, elves, demons and angels regarded humans as ants. Now we finally have weapons. . We want humans to become the new masters of Rawasha! Let’s regain our dignity as humans!”
[However, the old man stroked his beard and slowly shook his head:]
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No, no...
My disciple...
What we want is not for humans to be superior to other races, but for humans and all races to be able to pick up weapons that change their destiny and learn to spread their wings and fly.
Be a peacemaker, not a new oppressor.
——What we want is symbiosis, mutual benefit, and breathing freely under the same sky.
"Creation" is a gift given by the world to all living things.
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["Aijiu, any power has a price, and 'Creation' is no exception."]
[“Every drop of ink we use comes from our own soul and life.”]
["Some people have extremely high aura, they have enough illusions, and their souls are rich enough, which can support them for a lifetime."]
[“Some people don’t have enough spiritual energy. Creation is like squeezing out toothpaste. Soon they won’t be able to write anything.”]
["And I have been created for a lifetime, and finally the day has come when my soul is exhausted."]
["Have you ever heard of a saying? Yijiu."]
["——'Every creator relies on burning his own soul to create.'"]
["I have a part of the blood of the immortal species flowing in my body. I could have lived for thousands of years, but now, I only have seventy years to live."]
["Even so - Epicure, answer me, are you still willing to inherit the name of 'Olivis' and become the next guardian of the World Book?"]
[It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like just a moment. 】
[The pink-haired girl——Eculel Olives nodded solemnly. Her penetrating pupils seemed to burst into flames. 】
[She put away her bowls and chopsticks, stood in front of the fire, and bowed deeply. 】
【"Master."】
["Maybe one day, I will become a master."]
["Perhaps one day, my inspiration will dry up, my brain will gradually become rusty, and I will gradually be unable to write anything interesting. I will become a barren, dry, and boring person that I hate. Man. I would sit there all day long staring at the wall and the ceiling, unable to piece together a complete sentence.”
["It doesn't matter even if that happens, it doesn't matter even if I burn out."]
["There will always be people who will see the stories I left behind in this life, as long as I have turned my knowledge, thinking, and fantasies into a library and shared them for others to read and share. Even if I die, I will no longer be alone." ”]
["My dying soul will incarnate between the lines and talk to everyone who opens my story. No matter the years, no matter time and space, no matter whether I am still alive or dead long ago."]
["At that time, I will also find someone as energetic as 'Iguliel'."]
["At that time, I will also..."]
[She looks far away. 】
[It is as if through the misty clouds of the sacred mountain, through the purple-gold Isa flowers and the dots of small white flowers, I can see the light of the world under the sacred mountain and the distant future. 】
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"I will also be happy to see him... become the next 'Olivis'."
"If we are born as weeds, then let the wind take our seeds and set sail to all corners of the world."
"If we are born as wingless birds, then let our imagination give us wings and spread our wings to fly."
"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."
"This is...the meaning of 'creation'."
"This is...the meaning of 'creation'."
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Su Mingan saw this scene in the rapidly flowing spiritual light.
I saw... this scene where the previous generation "Olivis" was handed over to the previous generation "Olivis".
There was a tingling sensation on his back, as if wings were attached to him and were about to take him soaring. But he knew clearly that this was an illusion caused by the surge of spiritual energy.
Holding the ink-gold quill tightly, he found his own voice in this torrent of words.
"cough……"
A sound flowed out, and the aura around him suddenly converged.
He opened his eyes, finally fully digesting everything Xiaobai gave him, and regaining his consciousness, but he found that he was no longer in the sacred mountain.
In front of him are the wooden table, window panes, and the scenery of the royal city outside the window. The kerosene lamp swayed faintly, and the lacquered red grid surrounded the grid-like spots of light, which fell into his pupils.
It seems that while he was digesting and comprehending, Si Que had already taken over his body and descended the mountain and came to the mortal world.
On the table, there is a letter scented with wisteria.
Pick it up, open it, unfold the letter.
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[To my best friend Su Mingan:]
【Good night. 】
[I can no longer tell whether it was me who accepted the name "Olivis" or you. 】
[Since accepting this mission, I have left the sacred mountain and traveled around the world in search of inspiration. It has been more than a month and I have written 40,000 words. 】
[The "Book of the World" is waiting for everyone to fill it. But Master told me that what I wanted to fill in was the most critical part—Rovasha’s worldview and underlying logic. 】
[This is something that the general public cannot create, you have to rely on me. 】
[There are twelve parts in total: temperature, humidity, terrain, resources, country, destiny, scientific system, creation system, levels, outside world, gods, and races. 】
[It must be expressed in the form of "drama memory lens", that is, in the form of "story", with a total of "twelve" parts. 】
[Therefore, call it——]
["Twelve Stories". 】
[Currently, the two stories I have completed, "Siyi and MapleStory" and "The Boy in the Red Cloak", can represent the "creation system" and "destiny" parts respectively. 】
[This is my entire mission as "Olivis" - first, protect the "Book of the World". Second, complete the "Twelve Stories". 】
[I have also heard the saying "Creators create by burning themselves". Creation will accelerate people's aging, so that a thousand-year old man can only live a seventy-year life, and I only have a short three-year lifespan left. Year……】
【……】
【...but so what? 】
[Since there is no ink, I will use life as ink - I don’t want to stop creating, even if I use my life to burn it. 】
[Pour your ideals, inspirations, desires, thoughts...every word into everything until they burn out. Let people hear my voice during my lifetime, and let people see my only and last book. 】
[When I finish writing, I will die. 】
[Su Mingan Olives, my dear friend, you are also "Olivis". Even the master said that she had never seen a double "Olivis" before. This was unprecedented in the history of Rovasha. 】
[I believe your prophecy. We will live together until the distant fourth era. At that time, I will proudly say to you: "Su Mingan, I have completed my mission. I have completed the twelve stories. I protected everything I loved and finally met you.”]
[At that time, I hope you can give me - give your friend Sique... no, give Sique Olivis, an encouraging greeting. 】
[By then, we have not only written a glorious epic...but also written a story of national peace and prosperity. 】
[You will say: "You have indeed turned into a big lazy bird, Si Que." You will high-five me and talk about the past with a smile. 】
[We talked about the days when you were in my body, and how you felt about dyeing my green hair. 】
[We will ride the cat car, eat wontons, pick bookmarks, and listen to storytelling...]
[We will also enjoy finger biscuits and lime coke on the hillside. Sip water, drink wine, compose poetry, and enjoy cultural gatherings with like-minded people. 】
[Yes, I believe so. I believe all your predictions. 】
[However, even if I accept your prediction, my lifespan should have come to an end by then. 】
[I will sit at the tea table and make a pot of rose tea. You open the jar of sugar cubes and put the sugar cubes away. We will face the blue sea and the golden sandy beach, and arrive at a land of abundance, stability, no pain and sorrow, no end and no desolation - a utopia held by all of us with our own hands. 】
[Then we all smiled. 】
[When you have finished drinking all the rose tea, and I am on the verge of the end of my life, I will lie in the gorgeous and soft sea of flowers and recite for all of you a poem that I have loved most since I was a child:]
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"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."
"It's a pity I can't get involved at the same time."
"I stood at that intersection for a long time..."
"...that morning the ground was covered with fallen leaves,"
“Both roads are unsullied by footprints.”
"Ah, leave a path to see you another day...!"
"But I know the path goes on forever,"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go back."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go back...!"
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[Mr. Lighthouse. 】
[I'm afraid I won't be able to return. 】
[But I think that at that time, the land we set foot on together must be a fertile, stable land without pain or sorrow...]
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[TE7·"He closed the book and started everything from the beginning" (fulfilling Sique Olivis's wish.): 95%]
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