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Chapter 708 Before making a nuclear bomb, first make a rifle (4K)

"I don't know. I've forgotten how I felt after eating that book. That's how it turned out."

“Why didn’t you continue writing after that?”

Su Weiyu didn't say anything. She felt that this was a question that she shouldn't answer.

The reason why she didn't continue writing was that she turned the whole world into a "book".

It is not a book in the physical sense, but text, a kind of text that is not attached to any paper or carrier.

She couldn't explain the power she had. The knowledge that allowed her to do all this was completely forgotten after she left the world in the book, because in reality she did not eat "The Season of Falling Stars".

She could only speculate based on the existing clues of divine laws that the book contained a power that could make people want to turn the world into a book, and could bestow such terrifying power on those who ate the book.

If this is true, if someone consumes the Control Bureau's "Season of Falling Stars", can they also directly compress the world they live in into a book?
She couldn't imagine it.

“You will always answer. The only difference is whether it is you who answers or your possibility. This is a book affected by the rules of the horse in the woods. Everything you experience now will revolve around making this book complete. If you don’t answer, then your other possibility will make up for it.

Lin Zhongma will choose the one of your possibilities that has the strongest desire to answer this question to complete the question I asked. The reason I want you to answer it is just to make the style of the preface and postscript consistent. "

Su Weiyu still didn't answer. She didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false. What if the anonymous person was lying to her? Then answering honestly would fulfill his wish. If what he said was true... then it didn't make sense for her to answer or not.

Since the other party will get an answer in the end, Su Weiyu would rather go against him. He wants to make the style consistent, but she won't let him.

“Sometimes, not answering is also an answer.” said the anonymous young man.

In reality, the whole book has been completed, and the anonymous author has also read the last part of the postscript and got another possible answer from Su Weiyu.

This made the anonymous person feel extremely regretful. Although he got a very rich answer, the other possible Su Weiyu was obviously better at playing with words than the real Su Weiyu. With just one question, he gave a very detailed explanation and attached a lot of personal opinions.

In the afterword it is described as follows:

[Faced with the question, Su Weiyu did not answer, but if there was a possibility that she would answer, she would definitely say: "I turned the world into a book. Have you heard of Hamlet and Shakespeare?
I am referring to the rumor that the identities of the two were swapped. Hamlet is the author, and Shakespeare is a character created by Hamlet. He used the power of the magic poem to swap the fictional character with reality. Shakespeare became a real person, and Hamlet became a character in the novel.

The power of that book is somewhat similar to this. I also turned reality into fiction. The Book-Eating Divine Law and that book gave me this power close to God. At least I did it in the book, so my story ends and my life ends there. 】

When Anonymous saw these words, he felt very, very uneasy.

This answer was very interesting, really very interesting, and it completely aroused his interest. And because one cannot lie in the preface or postscript, this was an absolutely sincere answer, but the anonymous person still felt uneasy.

Although there is no evidence that "Su Weiyu, who most wants to answer", is setting a trap for him, as a true literary giant, Anonymous sensed a hint of writing technique.

This Su Weiyu, like a sophisticated writer, uses narrative tricks to guide his thinking.

The message she threw out was not what she wanted to express in her heart, but the message that he, as a reader, wanted to see. The short reply brought such a strong attraction that completely immersed him.

In fact, even though he felt that immersing himself in the other person's narrative was bad, he couldn't think of a reason not to do so.

Look at what she said! What interesting things she said!

Hamlet and Shakespeare! In the history of the times, among the many followers of the magic poem, it is also an insurmountable peak, and the power comparable to or even superior to them is hidden in the book within the book, which is hard not to cause countless associations.

Why is there such a magical book among the books that are not supposed to have any supernatural powers?

The Anonymous author can understand the intervention of the Divine Law and Su Weiyu’s transparent physique, but where does the power of this strange book come from?

It's completely suspicious.

"Is it over like this? How disappointing." Anonymous let out a hoarse sigh from the depths of his throat.

In the subsequent postscript, the young man talked to Su Weiyu about loneliness again.

This is the subject that Anonymous is most interested in, but unfortunately, the Book-Eating God Law destroys the discussion of this subject.

Because of the existence of the Divine Law of Eating Books, Su Weiyu, after leaving the main text, forgot many of the experiences she had gained through eating books. This made the customized life that should have been extremely real become full of holes and tattered in her memory.

Deep in Su Weiyu's heart, everything is vague, and only the most superficial instinctive emotions remain a deep impression, such as her almost pathological possessiveness of her sister.

Anonymous recalled everything he had just seen, put down the water cup, and shook his head in disappointment.

In his last attempt on earth, he wanted to use this last bit of time to write the most profound book ever written by mankind exploring the limits of loneliness.

But obviously, he was ultimately unable to see the deepest and most mysterious realm of human nature.

However, this small regret will not have any impact on future generations' evaluation of him.

Before it became a named cause, it was just a little game, a pastime to kill free time while waiting for the most crucial results to appear.

He estimated that the situation outside must be in chaos, and the Control Bureau must be running around trying to stop him.

The method of nomination is not well known to many people, but the top management of the Control Bureau must know it and will never tell the people below about it, because nomination is a risk that the Control Bureau cannot control, and the leakage of the method will greatly increase the probability of nomination.

However, he would not underestimate the Control Bureau, that behemoth that could defeat a number of supernatural organizations even while wearing shackles. Anyone who underestimated it would be ruthlessly suppressed and wiped out by it.

The control bureau must be able to find a way to "deceive" the employee with other reasons to prevent him from being promoted.

And it has already been doing so.

The Control Bureau probably thought he couldn't see it.

In fact, as long as you analyze the named conditions a little, you can see through the control bureau's plan.

There are two prerequisites for naming. One is the sacrificial material, which is also the branch fragments of the Seven-branched Historical Tree, or other sacrifices of the same precious value.

Another condition is that the ascender must have sufficient ability to demonstrate to the gods he or she belongs to that he or she has a deep understanding of the corresponding authority and gain recognition under the attention of the deities.

The latter condition goes without saying. If one is incompetent, it will be useless even if qualified sacrifices are collected, and the Control Bureau will not be stupid enough to think that he is incompetent to obtain approval as an agent.

If he guessed correctly, the current Control Bureau must be trying its best to prevent him from meeting the first condition.

The reflection world protects civilians, and the ultimatum clears out rebels. These two seemingly protective measures actually hide a deeper intention, which is to plunder those fragment holders who come to this city first!
The gathering of supernatural beings caused by Jin Fenglong's human body attracted a large number of owners of the Seven-branch Fragments to this city. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any capable ascender.

In most cases, a would-be ascender like him who has the ability but suffers from a lack of materials will hardly have the energy to collect suitable sacrificial materials in his lifetime, just like a scientist who knows how to make a nuclear bomb but does not have the corresponding raw materials such as uranium-235 and plutonium-239.

But in this advent of God's law, there are enough materials, the only difference is who can build a nuclear bomb first and then detonate it!
The Control Bureau's order to those who were finishing off the case was to kill him as a writer.

But in fact, the ultimatum sweep is the most important step. The Control Bureau wants to seize the abundant raw materials in advance so that these "nuclear bomb experts" will not be able to build nuclear bombs in the end due to insufficient materials.

The writer sorted out these obvious pros and cons, and the corners of his mouth, which were wrinkled like torn rice paper, slowly rose into a small arc.

"I'm really underestimated because I'm good at writing. So no one cares what job I did before I started writing?"

He is a quasi-ascendant chosen by the Book Eater. The Book Eater's Divine Law is his greatest reliance for exerting his abilities.

When those idealists who claimed to be the guardians of the world were killing desperately to seize the seven-branch fragments, he had already given up this approach.

His purpose was not those fragments at all, but Jin Fenglong!

The name of that human god had been wiped out by the great Book Eater to the point between existence and non-existence, and the final participating part was hidden somewhere in this city.

The Control Bureau should protect him strictly.

But it doesn't matter. They could never imagine that he was not making a nuclear bomb at all, but was making a rifle. As long as he could make the rifle first, he could kill all the other competitors who were still working hard.

It doesn’t matter if the materials are grabbed first. Whoever can have the greatest violence before the time expires will be the final winner.

Although others think that he is a man who writes, in fact, no one understands the importance of a strong fist better than him.

As a quasi-ascender who has long had the ability to ascend, Anonymous is well aware that collecting enough seven-branch fragments for ascension is a huge project of luck, even in Jiangbo City where extraordinary people gather.

But it is not that difficult to collect enough fragments to perform a named forbidden ritual.

For example, now, he has collected it.

And the rifle he wanted to make was almost completed.

Anonymous took his hands off the desk, grabbed the wheels on both sides of the wheelchair, slowly turned the direction, and slid towards the crystal coffin next to the desk.

He stopped in front of the crystal coffin and looked proudly at the woman lying inside.

A woman who looked very similar to Shangguan Yan was sleeping peacefully.

Now, the four key elements are in place, leaving only the last one, and we are only one step away from success.

Even Anonymous himself didn't think that everything would go so smoothly. He never thought that the woman called "witch" had such a big secret behind her.

Even though it was just a crude imitation, it still gave off an aura that was similar to the real thing.

And unlike a named human body, it is not a downgraded named aura, but an aura that has been accomplished but has been deliberately suppressed by brilliance.

If there is such a potential hidden danger within the Control Bureau, the resistance that the Control Bureau can pose to him will probably be even smaller.

Anonymous looked at the face of "Shangguan Yan" that was covered with stitches, and a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"I thought of it. I'll call you Eve."

Anonymous gave his creation a name.

When Anonymous came up with this name, he did not pay attention to the meaning of the mythological character Eve.

He was thinking of Eve's creator.

He is the creator of Eve.

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……

Xia Shou was gasping for breath. There was a huge wound on his chest and blood was flowing out of the wound.

what happened?
This was the first thought that popped into Xia Shou's mind. He had no idea what was going on.

The first thing that is certain is that it was a sneak attack, and the opponent’s sneak attack was so fast that Scorpion Spine couldn’t react in time.

In addition, after the successful sneak attack, the opponent did not leave any traces for him to track the attacker's location. Even if he activated the [Flash Kill] at the first moment of the attack, he did not exchange positions with the nearest living person.

The effective range of [Flash Kill on Hit] is fifty meters, so it is certain that even if the opponent is hiding nearby, he is not within the range of fifty meters.

Xia Shou gritted his teeth, moved his chest muscles slightly, and felt the sharp pain from the wound.

His mirror clothes were not damaged at all, but there was indeed a wound on his chest under the clothes. He could clearly feel the pain and the warm blood flowing out of the wound.

The attack used by the opponent seemed to be similar to that of hitting the bull from behind the mountain.

So, where are the people?

Where exactly is it?
Xia Shou's temples were throbbing and his eyes were darting around like crazy, scanning the shadows of the streets, the blind spots of road signs, the roofs of buildings, and the windows of office buildings, trying to find a suspicious shadow at any location fifty meters away.

but no.

Nothing at all.

The sounds of explosions and fighting could be heard in the distance, and the roar of a dragon could be faintly heard, but these sounds were far away from him. The street he was on was as silent as a grave.

The only thing that can be confirmed at the moment is that the opponent has a long-range ability to strike from fifty meters away, and can also hurt people through clothes.

It seems that this person has a certain understanding of his [Mirror Magic].

"It really hurts." Xia Shou began to sweat profusely.

He is least good at dealing with opponents hiding in the dark. Even if he puts on the Mask of Desire and uses [Owl Cry and Blood Boils], he may not be able to kill the opponent successfully. After all, it is possible that the opponent is no longer nearby and has long run out of the range where he can hear the bird's cry.

The current situation gave Xia Shou a sense of déjà vu.

The fear he and Edward had felt when they were attacked on the pedestrian street came back to him.

Moreover, unlike the last time, this time he did not "seek his own death", he could not see the dead end, and had no chance to start over.

(End of this chapter)