Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1036 Isn’t it so beautiful?

With curiosity and yearning for the world, the girls are about to fall into a trap woven by fate, not knowing that any omen had been laid at the beginning of the century. The long years spent in the ruins of this lonely and dilapidated city are peaceful and boring, just like a closed and fragile eggshell that will always be broken by a strong force from the outside world. However, before that day really comes, the girls are still enthusiastically discussing the variables that appear accidentally in their lives, discussing his identity, guessing his intentions, and thinking about how they should ask him to learn all the information about that distant and mysterious civilization.

Saint Shalia indulged these curiosity, as she had already put most of her energy into the control center, trying to fill the vacant responsibilities left by Themis in the celestial world, and had no time to care about other things. Carabosse was worried about this, and mentioned more than once the admonition left by her mother before she fell asleep, hoping that everyone could stay rational and not be overwhelmed by excessive emotions. In addition, she also mentioned a certain premonition that the long night was about to be broken, and the light of dawn seemed to be just around the corner.

Peleke asked her, isn't this a good thing?

"That may not be the case." Carabosse said meaningfully: "Darkness is unbearable for some people, but for others, it is a cradle of tranquility and shelter."

Therefore, the light that pierces the darkness can actually be understood as a tough invasion that breaks the original peace.

However, no matter how worried Carabosse was, the passage of time never changed due to any will, so a month later, the human arrived as expected, bowed his head and worshipped outside the Holy Temple of Heaven, as devout as a believer who came to make a pilgrimage. The long-sealed door opened again, welcoming the first visitor since the end of the old century. He strolled in this land known as the Holy Land of God, marveling at the grandeur and magnificence of the surrounding buildings, but puzzled by the desolate atmosphere emanating from them.

If these buildings were intact, then the city below would be worthy of the good reputation it has enjoyed for hundreds of millions of years. However, what kind of force broke the peace here, causing the high-rise buildings to collapse, the skyscrapers to break, and even the streets to sink ten centimeters and be occupied by weeds and vines? Or is this the original appearance of the Holy Land of God, and the great goddess is using this to remind all living beings: there must be life in the desolate and desolate; only after destruction can there be rebirth?

With all kinds of doubts in mind, he walked to the center of the city, and under the shadow of the towering headquarters building of the Game Command Company, he met the sons of God who had been waiting for a long time. They are the masters of the dreamland, the gods who listen to wishes, and all the mysterious royal powers.

The fourteen girls surrounded this dusty but resolute human being, looking at him with eyes that were either direct or obscure, or scrutinizing or sizing, or curious or puzzled. They all had many questions to ask, but before that, they chose to give the right to speak to the other party, wanting to hear what he had to say first.

"My name is Tumi."

The man said succinctly: "I have come here to meet the great goddess, and to beg her to grant me divine power to help me and my fellow humans overcome this disaster."

The man had long, withered white hair, his skin had become rough after years of exposure to wind and snow, and his traveler-style clothing could only be described as simple, easily reminiscent of the image of an ascetic or hermit in religious stories. But his eyes were piercing, full of determination and enlightenment. Anyone who saw these black eyes would have the same thought in their mind: this is a man of faith.

It was that belief that supported him through the long journey, through the vicissitudes of life, and finally to this place.

Faced with such a human, even Carabos, who originally disagreed with his entry into the Heavenly Temple, changed his mind a little. He did not adopt his usual harsh and demanding attitude, but simply replied calmly: "Mother has consumed too much energy in creating the world, and is currently sleeping. I am afraid she will not wake up easily unless the most critical moment comes."

These were the exact words spoken by the goddess before she fell asleep, and Carabosse merely repeated them without any exaggeration or embellishment.

After hearing this, the man named Tumi was silent for a while. He did not show any disappointment or pain, but said softly and firmly: "In this case, please allow me to beg you again. May you, the young queens who have inherited the power of God, be able to bring down your divine power to help us humans survive the disaster."

He also repeated what he had just said, changing the object of his plea from Her Majesty the Goddess to the young royal ladies.

Karabosse couldn't help but frowned: "How did you know the identities of our mother and me?"

Adhering to the concept of "letting mortal civilization walk its own path", the goddess has never appeared in front of mortals since the creation of the world, nor has she passed down any legends or beliefs, in order to avoid her existence from causing too much impact on the path of mortal civilization; and the girl's royal power has been living in the Holy Temple of Heaven since she became conscious, separated from the Mirror Star by a whole universe. In this case, how did this man named Tumi know about the existence of the goddess and the girl's royal power?

"Dream." The man still answered with a simple sentence: "I knew it from the dream, so I came here to verify it."

Dream?
Carabosse frowned even more tightly, and subconsciously cast her eyes towards a gray-haired girl across from her. If it comes to understanding dreams, no one in the world should know more clearly than her. In fact, she had entered other people's dreams many times in the past, just to satisfy her curiosity and desire to explore. However, facing Carabosse's inquiring eyes, the gray-haired girl just shook her head slowly, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with her.

She can only enter other people's dreams, but cannot control the content of the dreams.

Karabos retracted his gaze and asked, "What did you dream about?" "God, magic, and the great Genesis." Tumi said calmly, "Among the millions of possibilities of fate, I saw only one, which is the one chosen by Your Majesty. In the endless nothingness, I glimpsed the supreme and glorious figure of God, understood the secrets of magic, and was shocked by the Genesis that exceeded the limits of the imagination of living beings. I am sure that this is a prophecy, a revelation from God, a choice from the heart, and the only way for my people to get rid of the current predicament. For this reason, I will shoulder the destined responsibility and bring hope back to that land."

Perhaps because everything he saw in the dream was too profound, even this taciturn man couldn't help but speak for a long time, which also made Carabosse roughly understand the whole story. She asked: "So, the identity of the young queen, the location of the Heavenly Temple, and even the method of taming the alien disaster beast, were all obtained from your dream?"

Tomi nodded silently.

This was a bit magical, could it really be possible to predict the future? Including Carabosse, all the girls looked at their eldest sister. When it came to "foreknowledge", "the future", and even the incredible "fate", only she had the authority.

Do they know that destiny, like time, is not a concept but a state of a concept?

Only Saint Xia Liya knew. She shook her head silently and did not answer her sisters' questions. Instead, she spoke in a gentle and kind tone to ask the visitor who came from afar. She did not feel superior because of the difference in status between the two sides. She even addressed him with honorifics: "Mr. Tumi, you have mentioned many times that your people are suffering. Can you tell us what is going on?"

She asked the most crucial question right away.

Tumi exhaled silently. He knew that his next words might determine the outcome of this journey. Therefore, even though he was so calm, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Fortunately, his ability to organize language was not shaken by his inner tension. On the contrary, he felt that his thoughts became clearer, and his narration was also orderly and logical: "... Since the beginning of ancient times, since the founding of civilization, the war for territory and resources has never stopped. Ten thousand years have passed, and various tribes have emerged, each with its own differences and strengths. Dragons occupy the snow-capped mountains, and giants rule the valleys, with the Infinite Dragon God Bahamut and the Ancient Giant King Surtur as their respective masters. They are physically tough and mentally strong, and can fight against the wind and snow and tear the earth apart; the three major elf tribes, the Feather Elves, the Dust Elves, and the Mirror Elves, respect their respective kings, representing the will of the plains, the sky, and the ocean respectively, and fighting each other. They are committed to studying skills with their active spirituality, and have accumulated over a long period of time, and can be called the masters of magic; the rest are also blood tribes, werewolves, harpies, gray dwarves, etc., all of which have their own strengths. Even if they cannot dominate one side, they can protect themselves."

"Only humans like us, without physical strength, mental fortitude, independent will, and spiritual acuity, can't even master the most basic magic. We can only rely on the knowledge passed down from generation to generation and the tenacious vitality to barely survive in the cracks between different races. Even so, we are deeply troubled by monsters and evil creatures, and suffer from natural disasters and disasters, and are powerless. Three hundred years ago, dragons and giants fought each other for the hegemony of the continent. The battle between the Infinite Dragon God Bahamut and the Ancient Giant King Surtur was the fuse, which ignited the prelude to the turmoil. The various races either ate humans and were barbaric and cruel; some raised humans as slaves and drove them at will; some controlled humans as soldiers and used them as dust... In the past three hundred years, the human population has dropped sharply, 70% of it, and if it continues for a long time, it may be extinct."

"I know that your majesty and the royal power of the girls are unwilling to interfere in the disputes of the mortal world; however, for the survival of our human race, we can only grasp this only hope and ask for it."

After Tumi finished speaking, he bent his knees slightly, as if he wanted to kowtow to show his sincerity, but Xinuo keenly noticed his action, silently called a breeze to support it, and then sighed silently. She couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or false, but the earnestness, grief, anxiety and expectation in Tumi's words could not be faked.

This is the holy land of the Mother, where everything is as transparent as glass and as fragile as bubbles. If there is any thought of disrespect, concealment, lies or blasphemy, you cannot enter here. Otherwise, even if the young royal powers do not take action, every blade of grass, every ray of sunlight, and even every speck of dust in this city will spontaneously expel the disrespectful person and ruthlessly expose his disguise.

However, precisely because what Tumi said was true, the young royals looked at each other in bewilderment, at a loss. Especially those girls who were most interested in mortal civilization: Olvera, Lilisti, Fei'er and others, they felt as if they were in a dream and could not believe what they heard.

Hundreds of races are fighting, turmoil is everywhere, natural disasters and man-made disasters are raging, death and war are spreading, from mortals to gods, everyone is releasing their desires and ambitions in this chaotic vortex, and all of this is just to fight for the so-called hegemony of the continent? But where is the wise, kind and creative mortal race created by the mother? Where is the prosperous and glorious mortal civilization mentioned in the book? Where is the beautiful world they imagined, full of vitality and vitality, nurturing the land and the ocean, growing grasslands and forests, where all life can pursue freedom and all mortals can live in harmony?

Could it be that it is just an illusory vision and does not actually exist?
The world they are protecting doesn't seem as beautiful as they imagined... The girls realized this belatedly.

The atmosphere was a little depressed for a while, and no one spoke. Until Tumi could no longer bear the long silence, and was about to explain to the young royals that he was not lying and everything was true, Carabos suddenly asked: "You just said that humans are the only race among the hundreds of races that cannot use magic. Is this true?"

Tumi was slightly startled, then replied very seriously: "I am not lying."

If not, how could humans have fallen to such a fate? According to Tumi's own understanding, humans may not be as strong as dragons and giants in terms of physical and mental toughness, but they are far superior in diligence, hard work and fertility; although they do not have the gorgeous skills of the three major elves who use magic like art, they are born with a spirit of exploration and knowledge, and pay more attention to pragmatism, not to be flashy; although they do not have the family consciousness of the blood clan and werewolves who form an alliance based on surnames, the inheritance method across bloodlines can allow knowledge and experience to be passed down from generation to generation, until they form city-states and establish countries...Many talents possessed by humans are unmatched by other races.

The only thing missing is magic.

This was the only flaw, but it caused humanity to lose everything.

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