Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 6 As long as you are alive, you have to do something

"where?"

"In the western land where the gods fell, there is not only a fallen god, but also magic that can kill gods."

Gods are immortal, and this is a concept accepted by all living things in this world.

Just like the elves, they simply have infinite lifespans, but can still be killed by external forces.

If an elf is killed, it will die.

A very simple truth.

Gods cannot be killed, at least not by any magic known to date.

However, there is a fallen god in this area. Even the elves cannot know the exact time of his death. The divine power released after his death covers the entire area, and no magic can detect the scene inside.

After hearing about the place where the Western gods fell from other elves, Celie has always wanted to go there. Now that the opportunity is before her, she must consider whether this is her only chance in this life.

Lord was stunned: "The place where the gods fell?"

What's with this name that sounds like the final copy?

Can gods die? However, judging from the plot's later development towards the end of the Age of Gods, this is indeed possible.

Celie's lips curled up slightly. "It is said that all creatures that have gone in never come out again. Are you afraid?"

Lord shook his head: "No, I'm just curious, why do you want to kill the gods?"

Celia's smile became even brighter. It was her purest smile, without any disguise, and completely sincere.

"Because magic is meaningless if it's not used to kill the opponent, and the same goes for gods."

This is too twisted, is this the master from the Age of Gods?

It was hard for him to imagine how the other party would view the world entering a peaceful day after the Demon King was defeated and the human race won the victory over the demons in the future.

This is probably the scene he least wants to see, right?

But what does this have to do with him? He won't be able to see what happens thousands of years later anyway.

He did not have an infinite lifespan like the elves, and there was no magic in this world that could prolong one's lifespan, otherwise Xinmei would have used it on him long ago.

After all, human lifespan is too short. Even if I spend my entire life with Celie, it would probably be just a short adventure for her.

But Lord now doesn't want to think about these things.

He stood up and stretched: "Okay, let's go take a look. I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

But he still added, "But at least we have to wait until the humans of this era learn magic."

Since he came to this world, he had to do something. As long as he was alive, he had to do something for the weak human race.

He is very weak, and the only offensive magic he can use so far is a light arrow, but he is already stronger than most humans.

He didn't know how humans in the historical and mythological era learned magic, but he didn't mind being a pioneer.

"This era? Why does it sound weird?"

"Ahem, slip of the tongue. To be precise, it should be my compatriots in this era."

Lord hurriedly explained that he didn't want to reveal his identity as a time traveler, and he would even take this secret with him to the grave.

Fortunately, Celie didn't dwell on it. She just looked at him and nodded gently: "Okay, we'll leave tomorrow."

Of course, Celie couldn't take Lord to the place where the gods fell right now. The other party was too weak and it would be useless to go there.

Late at night.

Lord sat by the fire, occasionally turning over the skewers of mushrooms—this was their dinner. He had wanted Seria to check if there were any creatures like the gray-horned rabbits from last time, but after searching, they found nothing. In his spare time, Lord looked up at the starry sky.

It is brighter than the Earth, as if every star is within reach, and the moonlight is softly spread across the earth. It is a scene that you will never get tired of no matter how many times you see it.

"What are you looking at?"

Celia, who had just cast a warning spell, came over.

"Stars." Lord smiled. "In my hometown, each star represents a world."

Lord didn't know whether he could see the blue planet or his hometown from here.

I guess you can't see it.

Celie looked up at the starry sky and said calmly, "In the legends of the elves, the stars are the eyes of the gods, watching over everything in the world."

She had been looking at the starry sky for hundreds of years and didn't think it was anything beautiful.

Life is indeed short, yet it is actually interesting to see such things.

"Wouldn't that mean everything we do would be watched? Speaking of which, this God really has plenty of free time."

When Lord thought about the possibility that he might be watched by the gods at all times, he felt like the hemp cloth was scratching his body.

"Some elves regard it as a favor from the gods, while others hate it." Celie's tone was very cold.

Lord turned around and jokingly said, "Then you must be the latter?"

Celie did not answer, but just looked at the starry sky in silence. Sometimes silence is also a kind of answer.

"You just said that in your hometown, every star represents a world. Is that true?"

Ever since she understood the concept of the starry sky, Celie had had the same question.

What exactly are these stars?
The elves regard the stars as the eyes of God, watching over everything in the world.

The dwarves regard them as jewels inlaid in the huge crown of the world. Whoever unifies the world will be the master of these stars.

The demons simply hate these luminous beings and call them minions of the God of Light.

And now, Lord has proposed a new concept: every star is a world.

A very wild concept, but very interesting.

"of course it's true."

What Lord said was the truth, but he didn't know how to explain to Celie that these stars were planets in the universe, so they could indeed be called worlds.

After all, isn't there something wrong with talking about science in Western fantasy?
Moreover, in this kind of Western fantasy world, it is possible that the stars are really the means of a certain god.

Celie stared at the starry sky, her golden eyes reflecting the starlight. The silver moonlight sprinkled on her cheeks brought out a sense of holiness, which made Lord subconsciously feel moved.

"If every star is a world," she whispered, "then is our world also just a star in the eyes of others?"

Lord looked at her in surprise.

He hadn't expected Celie to grasp the concept so quickly.

"That's right." He nodded.

Celie turned around and chuckled, "It's a good legend. At least it's better than the so-called divine eyes of the elves."

This is not just a legend.

Lord said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)