Chapter 1382 ‘Great Expectations’

【She cares about me. 】

【She really cares about me. 】

[She is looking at me, she is looking at me again, she is looking at me for the fifth time today. 】

【She loves me so much! 】

[If the child is a son, he will be called William, and if the child is a daughter, she will be called Jenny... It is best to have a son and a daughter... But can the spirit spirit have children with humans? That bunch of losers in the Biology Department, Aleister, come up with the technology! 】

Huai Shi felt like she was going crazy.

I have no idea what Yeats is thinking about every day - half the time he is thinking about Maud, and the other half he is sleeping, eating, and scolding Aleister.

If you still have time, think about your job.

Oh, it seems like the soul doesn't have much use for sleeping and eating.

That's good. I'll continue to think about Maud, write love poems, and spend more time scolding Aleister...

Huai Shi had already begun to regret sneaking into enemy lines so hastily.

It's not that the task is too difficult or the conditions are too difficult, it's that this role is too damn weird and he can't grasp it!

The fist is already hard.

Fortunately, the meeting ended quickly. After a brief check on his physical condition and confirming that he was out of danger, Huai Shi was sent home directly.

Before Huaishi was forced to propose to Maud Gunny...

Thank God, thank you Mathers.

Huai Shi has never been so grateful to Golden Dawn.

But in the illusion of the Book of Destiny, even Yeats, who was in a weak state, got up again after resting in bed for a few minutes before Huai Shi could even take a breath!

Grab a pen and paper and start writing a love letter.

["Well, I'm not feeling well today, so I'll just write 60,000 words. If I write too much, she will definitely blame me for not taking care of my body." Yeats sighed melancholy. 】

You fucking have enough! ! !

Huai Shi's teeth were almost broken, and the hand holding the pen twitched wildly, feeling that his heart had been tested like never before. With tears in my eyes, I transcribed a long and cumbersome love letter word for word, and I had to use fucking cursive calligraphy!

If he hadn't been worried that the Golden Dawn might have some secret observations, he would have almost given up.

But don’t tell me, this writing style is quite good, you can almost use it by changing the name...

Thinking of this, Huai Shi's hair stood on end the moment he reacted.

Did your thoughts slip so quickly?

Could it be that this is what the experience-minded actors call a sign of fine points?

terrible!

After struggling for several hours, Huai Shi secretly exerted influence through the Book of Destiny, forcing Yeats to feel sleepy and sleep intermittently for two hours.

Then……

[The next day, Yeats woke up from his brief dream. He looked at the sunshine outside the window and thought of Maud. His sluggish spirit suddenly cheered up. He stood up and walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and inspiration burst out in his heart. Ah, praise the Muse. , My love, Maud...]

Huai Shi had an old blood, and struggled to restrain her expression from twitching and the urge to tear up the love letter in her hand. She no longer cared about the possibility that Yeats would notice something was wrong, and directly controlled the Book of Destiny to instill in the spirit of things: The family is too cramped, you You have to go out for a walk, you have to go out for a walk, you have to go out for a walk...

【What to go for? Don't go! 】

[I won’t go anywhere until I finish the love letter... go... go... yes, go for a walk... drink a cup of coffee and find new inspiration... maybe I can meet Maud by chance, hey hey hey, Maud, my Maud...]

Huaishi's back molars whined.

There was an unprecedented urge to strangle this bitch, as if little angels and demons were whispering in his ears. The devil said to fork him and it would be over.

The angel said yes, yes.

But think on the bright side, at least I'm out, at least I'm out.

Huai Shi took a deep breath, followed his movements, put on a coat casually, and walked out.

Yesterday, I returned home instantly through the transfer of the ladder. Now, after pushing the door open, I couldn't help but be attracted by the city in front of me.

It is no longer a blurry outline observed through a lens, but a picture that actually unfolds before your eyes.

Birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, the air is pleasant, and a sun-like halo hangs high in the sky in the distance. The awakening city is filled with hustle and bustle.

It's like returning to the present situation...

The depth, air, material, and appearance of the people seen seemed to be no different from the current situation.

Even the gardens and green grass on both sides of the road below have a familiar atmosphere.

This hellish city composed of the chosen ones, the land of nothingness that was born after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, had not appeared before Huaishi's eyes until now.

So spectacular.

It seems that he has made no secret of his desire for technology and his pride in this achievement. There are many high-rise buildings in the city of hell established by a combination of laws and secret rituals. Each one is completely different from the others. They were carefully carved by artists, but when they are located next to each other, they appear so harmonious and integrated.

The sky is filled with the neon lights of the ladder, and rail transit is spread throughout the air and underground. The layers are like a ring, guarding the huge building in the middle.

For a while, Huai Shi couldn't tell where it was.

But what I saw at this moment, the lives of those chosen by heaven, did not seem to be much different from the current situation. However, the hierarchy seems to be very clearly divided, and the status among pedestrians is easily reflected in their movements and expressions.

However, it is rare to see people being arrogant or scolding and bullying. Instead, they are calm and proud as they should be, and they rarely even glance sideways at those who respectfully give way.

In good order.

Among them, the presence of Yeats is obviously of an extra-standard level.

Members like him who are present in the "inner array" are naturally at the top of all the chosen people who belong to the outer array. No one even dares to approach without his call.

Even though Huaishi was standing on the busiest transportation hub, looking at all this, she was in a daze.

Was everything so prosperous created in hell?

It's just that this amount...

Under the disguise, Huaishi restrained the urge to frown and quietly estimated the number of chosen people in the land of nothing. The doubts in his heart became more and more overwhelming.

Hundreds of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or is it closer to a million?

He was slightly horrified by the results of his estimation - not that he was surprised by the large number of chosen people, but that he was surprised and...why were there so few?

For seventy years, the Golden Dawn has been preparing day and night, the establishment of Project Aleister, and the selection of the chosen ones. In the end, only such a small number of people were selected?

It’s just that since the War of All Realms, they have more than this number of souls that have been quietly smuggled from the present world!

But what about others?

What about other, ‘people’? !

Huai Shi walked forward indifferently, thinking silently, walking through the streets and looking around.

But not long after, in front of his eyes, a projection suddenly descended in a rainbow light.

Aleister.

To be precise, it is the subconscious combination of all the Chosen People, the prototype and sketch of the Sea of ​​Silver in Hell - [The Chosen One, The Fool]!

"Good day, Mr. Yeats."

The Fool’s respectful greetings.

Huai Shi is indifferent.

It's not that he wanted to show his disdain for the Golden Dawn and Aleister so directly, but because Yeats in The Book of Destiny behaved like this.

Indifference, disdain, resistance and disgust.

["What's the matter?" Shixiang Jinghun, who had recovered from the poem, asked coldly. 】

The Fool smiled and asked, "Where are you going? It's rare to see you active in the outer area."

"It's none of your business."

Huai's poem was read back as it was, and at the same time he was conveying the enlightenment from Yeats, and realized that he was unhappy when he unknowingly entered the outer layer.

"Say something quickly," he said.

"It couldn't be better to see that you are getting better."

The Fool still smiled politely.

As the soul complex of many chosen people, he did not care about Yeats's attitude towards him, not to mention that from the beginning, Yeats had never agreed with the Aleister Plan and was one of the most clear-cut opponents.

Now that we are in the same place with them, we are just pinching our noses and enduring because we are members of the Golden Dawn.

"I can see that you still have something to do, so I won't disturb you further."

Before saying goodbye, the Fool explained his purpose: "It's just that Mr. Mathers asked me to remind you that it should be your turn to organize the library this month."

"..."

[Yeats's expression twitched, and his lips opened and closed silently, as if he had cursed. 】

It can be seen that this temporary job does not seem to be easy, and it is also quite troublesome, which makes Yeats begin to become impatient.

"Your reply?" The Fool's expression remained unchanged as he waited.

"I will."

Huai's poem finally says, So, the fool leaves.

And then, Yeats in the Book of Destiny lost interest in wandering around, chanting his love letter, love letter, my love letter, and reluctantly called the ladder to enter the inner layer of the land of nothing.

As if he was particularly reluctant to do his job, Yeats did not arrive directly at his destination. Instead, he irritatedly and slowly walked down the steps, looking back three times at a time.

Just like an author facing a deadline when writing a manuscript: shut yourself up at home, organize the desktop, stack the papers, change clothes, clean the room, walk the dog, meditate, take a bath, adjust the lighting, encourage yourself, fish, and write short stories Videos, despair, crying, self-loathing...but I just don’t want to write a single word!

On the contrary, it was easier for Huai Shi to be able to observe the core of the Golden Dawn so clearly.

What you can see are the huge and solemn buildings, the layers of secret rituals, the laws that swim in the air, and even the neon lights above your head that seem to be within reach.

Ladder to Heaven, and a copy of the Great Mystery—Suluchi Sayings!

If this could be obtained...

Huai Shi began to think involuntarily.

Regardless, his thoughts were soon interrupted by screams on the steps not far away.

Just in front of the door that looked like a research institute, a man with a broken head and bloody head was dragged out. His fingers were digging at the edge of the door, struggling hard and screaming: "Give me another month, one month, and I will definitely succeed." It’s fruitful!”

"Please obey the instructions, Mr. William."

The chosen one, who was like a security guard, dragged the person expressionlessly: "Your research has been canceled in the sequence, and your registration has been erased."

"No, you can't do this!" William yelled, his eyes were red, and he struggled to hold the person next to him: "Do you know how many heavyweight papers I have published? Go away, go away!"

"Unfortunately, you will be included in the recycling process for falsely reporting your resume, fraud, and misappropriation of other people's research results." The guard finally warned: "If you continue to resist, we will use violent means -"

"No, no, please."

William shouted in horror, "Don't use me as material, please, I just, I just don't have inspiration, give me a while... Tanaka, say something, say something!"

Bang!

The short stick hit him on the back of the head mercilessly. William's eyes turned white, and he was put into a box and taken away.

The bystanders on the steps watched all this indifferently, and laughed foolishly.

"Hmph, another piece of trash who relied on students to get his position."

"I thought the same thing as in the current situation would still work here..."

"How many days is this?"

Amidst the small whispers and conversations, some people's faces turned pale, wiping sweat without leaving a trace, and left in a hurry, while others stood there, glancing at the departing figures, and sneered.

From the moment William was driven away and dragged away, no one spoke a word.

Including his students, everyone stood nearby, watching all this quietly, with some kind of cold pleasure and ridicule in their eyes.

I have to say that it is really satisfying for incompetent people to be punished.

Even Huai Shi wants to give it a thumbs up.

only……

He frowned slightly: "Don't use me as material" what is it?

["Hmph, that's why I hate these synthetic trash that have no poetry or beauty at all."]

[Yeats glanced at all this indifferently, without any sympathy.

From the beginning to the end, he did not agree that artificial intelligence could create any real genius.

Among the many self-produced chosen ones, except for one or two capable guys, most of them are nothing more than waste.

For this reason, I don’t know how many more souls need to be invested as materials for further production...]

Well, at least Huaishi can finally guess where so many souls who were sent to the land of nothing have gone.

Except for a very small number of talented and talented geniuses and special souls who can undergo complete transformation and rituals, more of the chosen ones are 'produced' in this way, right?

Without value and talent, there is no place for you?

What kind of abyss paradise is this?

Huai Shi couldn't help but want to sneer.

The so-called ‘beautiful world of the chosen ones’ is probably only accessible to those chosen by God, right?

Maybe more people are like Yeats who is now immersed in recording events. Until his soul is decomposed, he still dreams of eternal life with great future.

To resist hell, create another hell.

But why is the hell created by humans more cold and cruel than the real hell?

A mocking laugh echoed in his heart.

Withdrew his gaze.

No more looking.

Instead, he turned his attention to the direction of the Great Library.

Because the closer he gets in that direction, the more Huai Shi can feel the familiar touch and hunger.

From the Book of Destiny...hunger!