Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

The deer tried desperately to find an excuse, but a full half minute passed and she found nothing.

Finally, he admitted one thing:

“This is my hobby!”

“… well… it’s not impossible.”

“Okay, okay… okay!”

It was like knocking on the first door, knowing that the road ahead would be smooth, the little deer was so excited that he even wanted to fly.

But in reality, they are just mortals, and they don't want to fly away from each other.

Yu Man put everything on without much skill, and an extremely familiar and natural feeling suddenly emerged.

"Wow..." The deer's eyes immediately lit up and sparkled, as if looking directly at the sun. "That's the feeling..."

Like a waiter giving extra items to a favorite customer, Yu Man played the role of a magician as if it were a common thing in the old world.

Skills, spells, mannerisms, and—

Just like he usually does to his enemies, he confidently challenged her: "So... what do you want to do to me next?"

The fawn trembled slightly as if it had been hit by something.

Her already soft body melted into the bed like water, but she soon turned back into a human.

There couldn't be a better day.

Following Yu Man's toes, they bid farewell to the past.

……

"……Why."

Serenade ate breakfast alone. Today was a strange day.

The housekeeping robot said it was going out to do something and would not be back for the whole day, so it disappeared early.

The other two were neither online nor out for dinner, which was really strange.

But they...should have their own food.

Serenade snorted coldly, feeling regretful, self-blaming, but also confused.

Should I be happy?

Anyway, today is a strange day.

……

After the night of the old world ended in an unreasonable way——

Starting from the island "Lumanaseti", which divides spring and winter and means "beginning of day"——

Those fragmented pieces of dawn brought the light back to the sky bit by bit.

For this extraordinary, special morning—

In the vast old world, many voices are rising.

……

The gloomy island of eternal snow, now a holy land for craftsmen, Shimlabakken, is no exception.

Even with the influx of foreigners and the extremely prosperous business today, the scars engraved on the blood of this island cannot be erased overnight.

The residents of Shimla Bakken look up at the cloudy sky at the exact time every day.

The light brought by the rising sun will reluctantly bring a little light, lighting up the cloudy clouds that people are accustomed to.

Then came the day of Shimla Bakken.

It was gloomier than anywhere else in the Old World, but still the daytime they looked forward to.

But that was not the case today - dawn came a little late.

And... the way it came was a little different.

Those lights did not fall from the sky, but rose from the ground.

therefore--

"Compose a letter for me."

The current local government official in Shimlabakken, or rather the NPC nominated by the "Xiankan" guild to facilitate affairs, is not an irresponsible guy.

Because of years of fighting, his hands are not suitable for holding a pen.

He couldn't write in such elegant handwriting, and if he delivered a less than decent letter to the recipient, then Shimla Bakken's reputation would be damaged, which was very important.

"Simply put, I'm reporting that today's dawn...didn't arrive according to the 'rules of time.'"

The recipient of the letter was none other than the "Holy See of Time," a widely influential organization believed in by most residents of the Old World.

The rhythm of time it composes indicates the various events of a day, which then expands to a week, a month, a season, and a year...

Even for a thousand years.

The "calendar" formed in this way expresses the world clearly, and people now know what kind of time they live in and what will happen in such a time.

Including what time the sun rises - something as simple and self-evident as this.

Can--

"This is something that has hardly ever happened in history. Except for the day, as recorded in legends long ago, when the sky was shattered by divine thunder from nowhere... Anyway, the 'rules of time' have broken down today. I'm deeply concerned about whether this year's 'calendar' will still be accurate."

The secretary who wrote the letter for me was also overwhelmed.

They are not like the foreigners in the game who can disrespect everything and can die and be reborn freely.

The Church of Time that they believe in, rely on and depend on is like a sword hanging in the sky, which most of the time falls on the enemy, but it may also fall on themselves if they are disrespectful.

Therefore, writing a letter questioning why the calendar compiled by the "Catholic Church of Time" is inaccurate is a real challenge. It requires both humility and sincerity, and the ability to avoid vengeance.

He wrote several versions back and forth, discussed them with scholars throughout the lord's mansion, and even consulted knowledgeable foreigners before he finalized the draft.

Then--

Along with six hundred and sixty-six gold coins, and along with the prayers of six hundred and sixty-six government employees, their families, and residents.

The letter disappeared.

As if taken away from the world by an invisible hand.

This means that the "Holy See of Time" has accepted it.

……

Things like this are happening in every corner of the Old World.

Players are quite puzzled by this, because this is just a game world. It is normal for strange things to happen, even affecting the weather and seasons, which means adventures or game content.

Even in the real world, sometimes the sun rises late. So what?

They were generally unhappy because NPCs all over the world seemed to have caught an epidemic, all muttering about the inaccurate "calendar" and feeling extremely anxious.

The communication and exchanges between players and NPCs have been affected to a certain extent.

Can--

This is just the smallest part of its meaning.

The Church of Time, which was busy with the Millennium Ceremony, received letters from all over the world.

And they know—

"There is a certain god who has ill intentions towards us."

……

And that god—

"Woo..."

I was about to cry.

She was very happy all morning.

Beautiful and fulfilling, every second becomes extraordinary and life has never been like this.

The whole morning outlined by these moments is sweeter than any other moment in life.

Because they selflessly share with each other and greedily ask for each other, thus creating these beautiful things together.

Time should continue like this.

Until recently—

"Eel, I have something else I want to play, I hope you can cooperate with me."

This is what the fawn said after it came out of its second rest and second quick bath.

She was wrapped in a towel and holding her cell phone, with a sly expression on her face.

"Do you remember the previous game? The Spring Game."

"Yeah, I remember." Yu Man was resting in the quilt. She was exhausted and her whole body was sore, but her voice was more moving than ever, and her eyes were even more so.

Xiaolu sat on the edge of the bed, a smirk on his face. "Didn't we make our debut then? You were so handsome and beautiful, you dominated everything on the court. I guess you don't search online much, but I do often."

"What?" Yu Man was a little confused.

"You have a ton of fans, almost like a superstar. People say you're the flawless king of the Old World, or the perfect being, because you're so extraordinary in every way. It's just like what I think, quite divine."

Yu Man really didn't know much about this, maybe Senior Mao knew... Should he ask later?

But what does this have to do with the present?

Anyway, I have already given up an entire morning to consume content that is better than the old world... Why did Xiaolu suddenly say this?

She didn't even have to ask, the answer came to her.

"Think about it, Yu Man. You're the superstar that so many people online desperately pursue, the distant heroine who only shines on the screen. But you're in my hands! It feels so good."

The little deer's hand touched over in such an indiscriminate way.

"Now I want to read the heartfelt messages fans write to you, watch how they brag about you, and then have you all to myself."

……

ps

(Thanks to my old friend Capitalist Penglao, the short story reader Zizheng who will never read this, and Bing Er who made the threshold, and the treasure chests of the three great people. Xiaoya thanks OTZ here

Theoretically, if I were a normal writer, I should be posting three or more chapters, but since I've just been recovering, it's really difficult. I'll try to be fully present this month to show my gratitude.)

300·The hand that destroyed the era ushered in a new era

Letters from all over the world were stacked up and placed on a long table made of pure gold.

But - every letter was unopened.

The ink written on those papers is nothing but humble and cautious.

Of course, the recipients know better than anyone what questions the letters express.

"What kind of god, with what intention, overturned the dawn of this world..."

"But there's one strange thing. This time, the miracle that disrupted the dawn stopped midway..."

"It's very likely that—because his actions were too unconventional, so..."

"You mean... it was interrupted by some force other than us, some powerful being, some god?"

"Yes, it affects the normal cycle of day and night. No matter how powerful the enemy is, this is too much to provoke public outrage."

The high-ranking beings of the "Holy See of Time" are discussing this matter intensely.

Now, all the key figures of the "Holy See of Time" have been alarmed by this strange dawn and gathered here.

They all have their own backgrounds. Some are experienced elders in power, some are rare and powerful members of the "Xuanshi Team", or some are old scholars with extraordinary attainments in faith and current studies, responsible for popularizing faith to the world... or spreading knowledge and thinking.

They represent the entire "Holy See of Time" and their influence on the residents of the Old World is enormous.

For them, there is almost no answer in the world that cannot be found.