Chapter 159 Becoming Human

Chapter 159 Becoming Human

Four hundred years ago, the New World.

A dim ray of light fell through a gap in the clouds under a cloudy sky, illuminating the gray waves churning ahead of the reef.

Countless sharp reefs protrude from the coast in a chaotic manner towards the sky, sharp like a blade, cutting and splitting the waves that come up again and again

Broken rails and scorched sails floated in the broken waves, and countless smashed sundries washed up on the shore, half buried in the sand.

Many more were carried away by the waves again.

Disappeared in the deep sea.

In the silence, there was a thin figure standing quietly on the shore.

Like a stone statue, waiting silently.

It is difficult to get a glimpse of his face, because it is too beautiful to be illuminated by the light of the world. I don't know how to look at the robe on his body, because the robe is too solemn, and the eyes can't bear it.

The only thing generously displayed between the sea and the sky is the solemn and solemn white crown on his head, like truth, like miracles, like all incredible things.

It exists here, and it is real.

Then everything is like a dream, and it is difficult to reveal one's own essence in front of it, so one has to tamely admit one's insignificance and humbleness.

In this seemingly eternal wait, the lonely white-crowned king stood silently on the edge of the sea, quietly gazing into the distance, watching countless ships sailing among the turbulent waves, countless people chanting his name, countless Desperate cries or pious prayers.

However, they did not help them because of their piety, nor did they punish them for their rebellion and arrogance.

just waiting.

In the turbid waves, several broken sampans staggered forward and crawled on the shore in embarrassment.

The faces of the victims soaked in the water were pale, and they struggled to hug the reef in front of them, crawling on the sharp front, allowing their bodies to be cut apart, and struggling to breathe.

Looking back sadly.

The huge fleet stopped on the surface of the sea, the raging fire was burning vigorously, and there were continuous tragic hissing and wailing. For a long, long time, all of them sank in a place that was only one step away from salvation.

Those old survivors lowered their heads, with muddy tears streaming down their faces behind mottled white hair, but they dared not look again.

Instead, he lowered his head, knelt down in the turbid waves, kowtowed devoutly, crawled forward inch by inch, and bowed down at the feet of the supreme existence.

"Please have mercy, the Supreme Lord of the White Crown..."

The tearful leader raised his head, praying for the mercy of the gods.

Thus, the King of the White Crown looked down, but there was no fluctuation in his calm eyes: "Peter of the Campbell clan, Simon of the Russell clan, Garcia of the Jackson clan, Heywood of the Capet clan..."

In this regard, the names of those who bowed their heads were called out one by one, and the supreme being asked softly: "Why did you come here?"

"An audience and a tribute."

The old man kowtowed again, tears fell into the gravel, and melted silently: "We...we want to give you everything, our everything... the great supreme king, we came with our family and gave up everything , but now...but now...

Except for the Helsin clan, a traitor who became the running dog of the gods, our sixteen blood-sucking clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of clan members, accumulated thousands of years of wealth and property, all of them, All of them have been buried in this cruel storm in the wrath of the gods..."

He said, "Now we have nothing to offer you but the lives of fourteen of us."

In the silence, the White Crown King listened indifferently, but did not speak. Only the old people fell to the ground tremblingly, bowing their heads humbly in prayer.

Until he made a sound: "Then offer sacrifices."

The leader was stunned, and immediately, as if he had received an amnesty, he turned around and waved behind him. Then, someone stepped forward, holding a small swaddle, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the Lord of Pure White.

In deep sleep, the little baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a sweet dream.

The old men raised their heads expectantly, looking up at the face of the White Crown King, regardless of the cold majesty that hurt their eyes, blood and tears flowed down slowly.

After a long time, the White Crown King nodded slightly: "Yes."

So, the old people laughed, as if they were relieved, they respectfully bowed down in front of the Supreme King, praising his kindness and grace.

The leader at the front drew a sharp knife from his pocket, raised it reverently, and stabbed it into his chest.

Blood flowed out.

He closed his eyes contentedly, handed the handle of the knife to the person behind him, and then, it turned into fly ash without a sound.

Then a second old man stepped forward, bowed down, offered his blood, and was dissipated in the wind.

One after another.

Until the end, the old woman stabbed the blood-soaked blade into her heart, but the ruthless death did not come. She froze for a moment, then stabbed again in horror, but her life continued.

"Don't be alarmed, I have accepted your sacrifice."

The White Crown King calmly ordered: "One day, I will go and collect it from you, but not now."

He said, "You have a more important mission, you have to continue to exist."

"It's a great honor... Please send down your enlightenment."

In such a gift and generosity, the old woman shed tears of gratitude, bowed her head devoutly, and waited for the king's order.

"Take this child and go east."

The King of the White Crown said, "Go to the place where the golden bull stands, that is the land I promised you."

"Bring him up and tell him of the sacrifices and devotion you have offered today, and tell him that the old blood is shed today, but the new blood will flow, because in the future all the blood in the world will be Come here.

You have lost your people, but new ones will be born. The property you lose today will be gained ten thousand times or even more in the future. "

The White Crown King declared: "This is my agreement with you to engrave it on the stone foundation of the Taurus. As long as the Taurus exists, your prosperity will be indestructible."

So, amidst pious praises, the old woman picked up the baby, kowtowed and walked towards the east.

Disappeared in this wilderness.

Everything returned to silence.

But the long wait has been going on for a long time.

Countless people came, countless people kowtowed, and countless people left with salvation.

From beginning to end, the White Crown King witnessed everything calmly.

Until a long time later, in the mist on the distant sea, a small lifeboat drifted in, carrying the girl who should not exist.

On that empty face, the eyes of the White Crown King seemed to lift up, and it was immediately clear.

"A new event branch?"

He commented indifferently, "You have created a fantasy that is absolutely impossible, and you have deliberately created a future that should not exist... Whose arrangement is this?"

Behind him, three figures emerged.

The old man, the woman in black, and the middle-aged man with glasses, who shouldn't exist here, stroked their chests and bowed to the white crowned king.

The White Crown King glanced indifferently, and his tone became mocking.

"DM? Endless adventure and all-or-nothing? Utopia?"

The old man's face was calm and his eyes were downcast.

"ST? Eternal darkness and undercurrent struggle, can it lead to a bright future in the intrigue?"

The woman in the black robe did not speak, her smile remained unchanged.

"KP? What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human knowledge? Wisdom beyond human intelligence?"

The White Crown King easily understood the essence of the comer, and his arrogance was undisguised: "Knowledge beyond human knowledge is of no inspiration to human beings, and wisdom beyond human intelligence is of no use to human beings.

When courage is exhausted, there is nothing at the end of fear. "

"—What you seek is fantasy, and what you get is nothingness. The so-called 'heavenly kingdom' is such a meaningless place!"

"But that's our mission, isn't it?"

The visitors spoke, and the three voices overlapped in one place, "At the end of the eternal search, there must be meaning."

The White Crown King raised his eyebrows, and for a long time, he looked away indifferently: "So, what did the guests from another timeline bring me?"

"One possibility."

The DM said: "The possibility of saving."

"What else do you want to take away?"

"A hope, a hope to avoid a repeat of the past," ST said.

After a short pause, the White Crown King nodded: "A fair deal."

He holds out his hand.

Then, the three of them spread out their palms, and the three broken pages overlapped in one place, turning into an ancient scroll, which fell into the hands of the White Crown King.

From the silent surge of the tide, that majestic figure dissipated into the void.

No, it should be said that they were sent out of their domain by the White Crown King.

And the lifeboat slowly approaching the shore.

On the boat, the girl who was drenched in the waves woke up from the drowsiness, opened her sleepy eyes, and stared at this strange world.

Cold and dark, it seems cruel that there is no room for warmth.

"She's cold."

ST said with pity, took off the dark robe from himself, and wrapped it gently on the girl's shoulders.

"Yeah, thirsty and hungry." DM sighed, lit the bonfire, the soup pot on the flame was boiling, the thick soup was rolling, and the fish was already roasted and crispy.

"And lonely and miserable."

KP waved his hand, the cloud cleared, the turbid waves were clear, the bright sun shone between the sea and the sky, clusters of green plants and flowers grew out of the sharp cracks in the rocks, and the world was beautiful.

The girl looked at them dully, shrank back a little in fear, and hugged the broken ax blade tightly in her arms, "Who are you?"

"The person who came to greet you." ST stared at her tenderly: "Just like you, they do not belong to the visitors here."

DM nodded: "Similar to you, it is a fantasy that does not exist in reality."

KP shrugged: "The essence is the same, a phantom that never lived in the world."

The spirits that only exist in records and rumors said so, staring at the girl in front of them with warm and gentle eyes: "But you are different from us."

"Yeah, not bound by mission."

"With freedom and future, with possibility."

ST stretched out his hand, pulled her up gently, and led her before the campfire to feel the warmth.

"You... are you here to find me?"

Lily couldn't believe it.

"To be exact, I owe a great deal to you for accurately intercepting your records and creating a path leading to this fictional branch." KP said triumphantly, noticing the staring eyes of his two companions, he suddenly felt embarrassed. He smiled: "Okay, there were some accidents in the middle, but in short, it's right that the result is perfect, um, perfect."

Finally, he shut up embarrassingly.

"I brought you frankincense," said ST.

She spread out her five fingers, revealing pure white and crystal clear fat, carrying pure prayers.

"I brought gold."

DM said, ever since he took out the box in his arms, in the opened box, the brilliant metal shone like the Philosopher's Stone, showing the indestructible faith.

"Ahem, end medicine."

KP frantically took out a string of amber, and the amber reflected the firelight, like a radiant mind after being sharpened.

Here, a wish for a miracle is granted, allowing her to return to reality from nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, she was given immortal faith so that she would not get lost in countless complicated events.

In the end, bestow on a firm mind, may she be able to come to an end in this dreamlike world.

Thus, illusion and reality are reversed here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality is subverted.

Relying on a nihilistic record, an unknown branch and hypothesis was derived from the history four hundred years ago. The past gradually changed among numerous legends and anecdotes, forming completely different stories.

A story passed down four hundred years later.

In a trance, the girl seemed to understand something, and looked at them blankly.

"Am I... a fiction?" She asked softly, "Is it fake?"

"You will exist."

The sages who came retrograde made the conclusion: "The child who denies the miracle and the saint who denies the abyss, the soul originating from nothingness, the pure person—Hala, your existence is the proof of this miracle."

They stared at the maiden and brought a new destiny: "In the distant future, another story about hell and heaven will be told again."

"And you, will become human."

"Become a legend, the spirit of events."

"Become the creator, far better than us!"

"Go and witness it all."

They said, "From now on."

This is the beginning of this story a long time ago.

【the start】