Chapter 968 A Corner Revealed

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Roland's heart sank.

This opening style is somewhat like the last words of the escapees from the Federation - mortals cannot defeat the devil. Through the handwriting, he could even faintly feel the pessimism and despair of the writer.

"The world is so twisted and we don't notice it at all."

"We know that the power of nature comes from the erosion of holes, but most of our kind still regard it as a gift from the gods, just because it can bring extraordinary things."

"Extraordinaryness makes us grateful to be a part of it, but it also blinds us."

"It's time to wake up."

"Although I don't know if it's still too late."

The short opening chapter made Roland's eyelids jump. As the creator of the dream world, he always felt that these words meant something. Could it be that someone has discovered that the world is just an illusory dream and hopes that everyone will wake up quickly? The problem is that if he can return to reality after waking up, where can these people go?

As for the description related to the power of nature, he felt the same way.

The pleasure brought by becoming extraordinary is even stronger than holding power. It is difficult for ordinary people to associate the power they possess with disaster. Even if they know the facts, they will resist thinking about it because of reluctance.

In the next dozens of pages, the book does not explain the conclusion of the opening chapter, but changes its direction - why only humans can exert the power of nature.

The contents of the photos and abstracts are basically some modern scientific experiments and archaeological discoveries, and the description also returns to the theme of the book.

"Too much evidence shows that intelligence is not the key to awakening. In the long history, there have been both demented demons and natural martial artists. And aside from the proud intelligence, there is no essential difference between us and other animals. The difference is that the genes are highly similar and the origins are the same. In the face of erosion, they should be as indistinguishable as cold-blooded reptiles basking in the sun. Whether they are frogs, snakes or lizards, the warm sunlight will treat them equally, but why is the force of nature not like this? "

Because humans are the lucky ones on the road to evolution? As soon as Roland came up with this idea, he realized that the writer seemed to have guessed his thoughts, "Most people will use being lucky as an excuse, just like the geocentric theory in the past - but in fact, the earth is not the center of the universe, and humans are not the center of the universe. Not the only species that can use the power of nature."

"Throughout history, we can find that the records of civilizations always show discontinuous development. For example, in the myths that have been passed down to this day, most of the descriptions of extraordinary abilities were concentrated in the period two thousand years ago - far later than the time when humans learned to record ’s time. It’s as if we suddenly had an enlightenment and have incredible power from then on. And the descriptions of enemies have increased correspondingly, such as demons, ancient beasts, monsters, and strangers. They all have different appearances and forms, but they have one thing in common. Point: That is, mortals will be defeated in front of them, and only awakened heroes can be their enemies."

"Although there is a lack of direct evidence, I always believe that those aliens were not imagined out of thin air by the ancients, but a species that actually existed. Their abilities are the same as ours, which is why the myths of that period are so vivid."

"After reading this, some people may think that even mosquitoes from the Archaean period could preserve their corpses in amber, but they did not. This association is too far-fetched. But think about it on the other hand, it is because they disappeared so completely that It’s even more strange, isn’t it? There are so many incredible ruins in the world. Many buildings are completely opposite to human living habits. There are even some projects that people of that era could not have done at all, but we stubbornly divide them by region. Which branch of civilization it belongs to, and giving all the credit to the local indigenous people is really looking down on yourself."

"In order to find the answer, I visited the ruins one by one. During this journey, I made some surprising discoveries - although the aliens left no bones or hair, the marks carved on the stones would not disappear. In a secret room in a volcanic ruins, through the carvings all over the wall, I saw the past of a civilization."

Turning to this page, Roland was convinced that this was indeed a book created in the dream world - he had never seen the ancient buildings in the black and white photos. What was even more concerning was that the martial arts master mentioned at the end Some of the volcanic ruins are quite similar in style to the Devil's Black Rock Tower!

"It is not an accident that they gain the power of nature and then become enemies of humans. It is like a meeting arranged by the gods, and they regard defeating their opponents as a reward for the power given by the gods."

"I know it's difficult to describe the specific content of the carvings using words alone, but I can feel it - if humans can learn their language, then I think the most appropriate word is probably the battle of divine will."

Is this where... what Lan is referring to comes from?

Roland licked his slightly dry lips and continued to read.

"But that's not what I want to say - if gaining power was just for a war, it would have ended long ago. Whatever God is, it has nothing to do with humans. However, some things are worse than we imagine, according to the sculpture According to the description... this is not the first time they have done this kind of thing."

The handwriting on the page gradually became less neat, and there were more ink spots and emotional words. It seemed that the writer was hesitating whether to continue writing.

"These alien races were by no means living on the same planet as us at the beginning. It can be seen that the outbreak of war greatly changed their environment, but they were well prepared. This is not as simple as degenerating from forests to deserts, nor are they nomads. The transformation to agricultural civilization is so gradual. Damn, I don’t know how to express this part. To use a perhaps inappropriate example, such a change is like an atomic jump. Before obtaining energy, it is at one level, and after obtaining energy, it is It will jump to a higher level, there is no process in between, and there is no intermediate level, it is like teleporting up in the blink of an eye."

"Honestly, I don't want to care at all how many times they have experienced drastic changes. But the question is, now that they no longer exist, why are the erosion and awakening still continuing? Or...is the war of divine will not over at all?"

"The more I think about this question, the more horrified I become. What kind of world do we live in? Are the Demon-Fallen really just martial artists seduced by power? I feel like I'm being sucked into a whirlpool."

"If the answer is no, then what are we facing?"

"The so-called gifts and rewards are all lies."

"The only difference is that it has been replaced——"

The text stopped abruptly, leaving only a long series of scratches behind it, as if the writer suddenly lost all his strength and let the pen in his hand slip.

——No one knows who wrote this book?

——If you know, why should you write something unknown? I heard that the man died before he finished writing, and the association couldn't find any records about him.

Thinking of the previous conversation, Roland couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

Apart from anything else, there are too many places in this book that are filled with a strange atmosphere - it is clearly about a dream world, but there is always a feeling that he has seen it before.

He couldn't wait to take out his phone and wanted to call Garcia.

In any case, there are too many doubts in his mind that need to be answered by the other party.

At this moment, his moving elbow accidentally knocked over the books on the table, and a red note slipped out of it.

Roland was stunned, then bent down to pick it up.

I saw two rows of small characters written on it.

"The day when God's will appears, the time when we meet and make an appointment."

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