winter era

Chapter 239
Seeing the appearance of the sage, the bones shrugged indifferently, and opened their mouths to smile at him.

"We are a group of puppets. A group of puppets standing on the stage and having to perform according to other people's ideas. We are changing and correcting according to the surrounding environment, but we have nothing to do with the so-called free will."

"Thoughts come from around the world, and art is just a ripple in the dark depths. Technology is the result of the terrifying thought fragments of demons. We have nowhere to escape, just like a bird locked in a cage. Are you sure your idea is your own? No, you're just a very lucky idiot. You found a part of us and researched it. It's like a cat finds a leak in a box Same, that's why you discovered the new world."

"But you think that this credit belongs to you. And try to compare with us. This is as ridiculous as a cat who thinks that the crack in the prison is his own credit. Don't forget, you are standing on our corpses The dead leftovers lingering on their last legs. From my personal point of view, it is unnecessary to communicate with you in any form."

"In the end, you are just a group of pretenders. You think you know everything, but in fact you have not made any choices. You are just dissatisfied with your current life and miss the past. Such allies are meaningless. "

The skeleton sat on the chair like a rotting corpse.The split mouth seemed to be an invisible hollow, and the opening and closing of the teeth contained a chill, swallowing all the positive emotions and rhetoric.Just like the black hole that swallowed everything in the myth.Olises looked at the night owl-like person in front of him, and couldn't even do much. He could only sit there with his head lowered, in a daze, thinking about himself and other people.

In this small world, Olisis has done it very carefully.

There are a few white clouds floating above the blue sky, and the breeze blows the grass-covered ground, bringing up waves.From time to time, some people can be seen holding wooden sticks and driving away the animals.Those people have dark and healthy skin, simple and happy smiles.As if herding these beasts is the most important task in their life, they drive them carefully.

These people are the 'seeds' planted by Olisis.After all, a world cannot be so dead forever, only birds, beasts, fish and insects live.He needs some people to add a little human flavor to his world.So these sub-human races with not too high IQ were pulled into this world by him.Herding his cattle, helping him decorate the world, was the only thing these grinning people could do.Their souls and bodies belong to the old man sitting on the tower.

If you look further into the distance, you can even vaguely see the city made by the sages.It was a very majestic city, and it was completely manufactured according to the imperial city before it was destroyed that year.Even the palace hill has been copied, and a string of runes still shines on the tower where the court mages live.People can also be seen coming and going in that hazy city.Black shadows are constantly moving around the city, making silent gestures and actions.Like fragments of the past reappearing here, those black things keep repeating their responsibilities in this city.

They are higher than memories, but not as good as ghosts.It's just that the fragments of the past have condensed into essence, and their lives are constantly repeating in this city.If you feel it carefully, you can see the scenes that happened at that time.

In the afternoon, facing the rising sun, the students were thinking hard about the questions given by the teacher in class.At dawn, the sanitation workers began to report to the management, preparing for their day's work.In the evening, the housewife began to haggle over the price with the hawker who was about to close the stall.Those beautiful discordant scenes can also be seen in the living room at night.

It's just a pity that these are phantoms.These are the shadows of memories drawn out by Olisis' magic.

The old sage's eyelids drooped involuntarily, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Do you want to tell me that I am actually a weak person indulging in phantoms? Don't be kidding. It's just because of part of my memory, and after doing a few experiments, I thought I had reached the top? You don't even know what that existence is." Can't understand."

"You actually don't know what you want to do. The label of the Imperial Mages has been imprinted in your bones. What you recognize is still the ancient tradition, and everything that the ancient mages abide by. But I But it's different. I fundamentally don't approve of such things. I am free, I have my dreams and my home. My battle is not here."

Skeleton sneered and stood up unsteadily.The shadowy chair collapsed into a cloud of black smoke.

He had lost all interest in communicating, wrapped in his black cloak, and limped towards the door.The missing foot dragged on the ground, drawing some weird marks, and pulling out a sound that made people's teeth sore.

The rotting corpse turned and smiled at the great sage.A decadent smile appeared on his gloomy face.It felt like a zombie that had been placed in a coffin tens of thousands of years ago suddenly cheated.Seeing such a gloomy expression, Olisis suddenly became alert, and his scalp began to explode.Looking at the wreckage missing part of its body strangely.

"It won't be long. In eleven months, you'll see a whole new world. Soon."

Squinting his dim eyes, Kaos stared intently at the old face of Olisis.As if wanting to confirm something, he stared strangely.Opening his empty mouth, he laughed exaggeratedly and silently like cutting it with scissors.

"I have indeed received your opinion, so you have to make a corresponding awareness. Are you ready to face all this? Are you sure you want to know who wrote the script of this world? I will give You have a month. After a month, I will naturally come to you. At that time, whether to kill me, or to find the answer, the choice is yours."

A thin layer of black smoke began to curl up around him, gradually covering it, and then disappeared.

Only the old sage was left in the room, quietly thinking about his question.

(End of this chapter)