People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Unfortunately, I haven't found any yet, at least not for the time being."

Ash sighed. She was somewhat prepared for this answer. She wasn't too discouraged, but simply said:

"Mr. Ernst, is he the prime minister of this country?"

Ernst nodded.

How long have you been here?

“23 years,” Ernst replied.

Ash took a deep breath:

"It has been a long time. Thank you for your kindness."

She meant it from the bottom of her heart.

She has seen a lot and knows about the phenomenon of fanaticism among converts. Many people, after going to other environments, will develop an extreme identification with that environment, and then frantically belittle or even persecute their original environment and the people from that environment.

This situation is most common among immigrants. [Further details about search terms follow.]

For someone like Ernst, who traveled 23 years, became a Chinese and then prime minister, this situation did not occur. Maintaining friendliness towards them is indeed worthy of a sigh of gratitude and a word of thanks.

"In that case, until we find a concrete way back, may we be allowed to stay in Shelag for the time being?"

Ash asked earnestly.

She knew the Chinese people's extreme aversion to "foreign troops stationed in the country," and she also understood that Ernst's friendliness towards them was actually two-way; if he didn't feel respected by them, he naturally wouldn't maintain that respect for long.

Therefore, she made her request sincerely, and added:

"Until then, we can serve you to the best of our ability. You may not be familiar with Rainbow Team; we are an elite international counter-terrorism special operations team under NATO—"

"no no."

Ernst waved his hand, interrupting.

"Of course you can stay here, otherwise why would I bring you back?"

"However, I do not need you to fight, nor does Shelag need to fight terrorism, and we do not even need to worry about security issues."

"This may be hard for you to understand, but you can gradually learn the reasons as you stay here."

He paused, then waved the books he had taken out:

"As for what I want you to do, it's very simple."

"Let's write."

“Some of you are from Russia, some from Canada, some from Germany, and some from Israel. These are all countries that I don’t know much about.”

"As you can see, I am using writing, in the form of science fiction, to depict our hometown. I hope it can be as realistic as possible."

"My memory, my understanding, my knowledge of the history of various countries are always limited. Therefore—"

Ernst raised his hand and pointed to the people present.

"I still need everyone's help."

This is also the best solution to his current situation. He's very busy, and asking him to spend several hours every day hunched over his desk, racking his brains to write *Ers* is indeed asking too much. But he really doesn't want to give up on this work, especially with a die-hard fan like Swire helping to prepare for the film adaptation.

7. In that case, pooling our wisdom and then compiling and revising it ourselves would be the most time-saving, labor-saving, and feasible method.

The group of people present exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. After a moment, Ash spoke up again as their representative:

"It is possible. Although we are not professional historians, we have indeed traveled to many countries. However, we may not necessarily write about it."

"You don't need to worry about that."

Ernst smiled.

"You only need to act as narrators, describing the countries you know and recording one or two stories that you find worth mentioning."

"I will review the manuscript and make literary revisions."

All of the above are just polite words; the most important thing is to be able to review and revise the manuscript.

Ernst knew that many Westerners were dishonest. Ernst didn't want to generalize, after all, people have good and bad sides; he had studied dialectics, and he also knew that diodes were generally undesirable.

But it cannot be denied that Squid did not do much human work in his previous life, so he had to review this manuscript.

As for freedom of speech and the idea that publishing is not a crime...

It's alright. In his past life, he still had his country, and he'd faced plenty of these kinds of inexplicable accusations. Besides, this is Terra. Go to Columbia or Victoria, they do the same thing. It's just not as extreme as in the Great Yan.

When others say you're a bad person, you'd better actually be one.

Moreover, he kept in mind the two instances of acting without authorization and the one of having a way out, thus leaving himself a way out.

The next article to be published is "The Chronicles of Erzley – China".

He definitely wrote this piece himself. Only after this one was published would the Rainbow Team members submit their own drafts.

Ernst had ample time to review, verify, and screen their manuscripts.

If it is capable, use it; if not, discard it.

After stating this, Ernst also saw off several members of the Rainbow Squad.

They seemed quite motivated, which was somewhat unexpected for Ernst.

However, on the other hand, Ernst couldn't help but smile knowingly.

This is similar to what he thought when he had a long talk with Swire: for Ers to grow and thrive, it must evolve from a work created by him alone into a co-created IP.

After ensuring that his book, "The Chronicles of Erzley," met his expectations, he sooner or later realized that as the IP expanded, there would definitely be many adaptations, developments, and even a story based on the Terran core.

Just like how A Chinese Odyssey is to Journey to the West, it uses the same background to tell its own story.

Or rather, Arknights in relation to Earth's civilization.

He couldn't truly restrict all adaptations. All he could do was ensure that his own "Chronicles of Erzley" didn't stray from the right path.

I wonder what other time travelers would think if they came to Terra in the future and saw "Eris - Journey to the West" on TV, "Eris - The Legend of King Arthur" on the movie screen, and "Eris - Ancient Civilization" in people's hands.

This made Ernst somewhat hopeful.

With that in mind, he sat down behind his desk, turned on his computer, pondered for a moment, and typed the first paragraph of the document.

This is a poem that everyone is familiar with, written by Yang Shen, a great talent of the Ming Dynasty.

Morality was exemplified by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors; achievements and fame followed by the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties.

Seven powerful states and five hegemons fought for supremacy during the Spring and Autumn Period, their rise and fall happening in the blink of an eye!

A few names are recorded in history, countless desolate mounds lie in the northern wilderness.

The land of our ancestors will be reaped by their descendants; what's the point of talking about fierce battles?

Chapter 658 Can you smell the stench of snakes?

This will be a very long story.

Picking up a pen is easy, but putting pen to paper is difficult. And when Ernst actually put pen to paper, he found that picking up the pen again was another hurdle.

He had so much to write about, but Ers was too short.

Like Sima Qian's *Records of the Grand Historian*, he could simply outline the general course of history and recount the stories of heroic figures, describing those captivating legends. Heroes are heroes because their stories, even after thousands of years and countless repetitions of oral tradition, still shine brightly, still attract attention, and still offer endless inspirational lessons.

But this doesn't entirely align with his ideas.

He has already written a story titled "The Legend of King Arthur".

It's no exaggeration to say that the story is enough to satisfy most people's imagination of a hero. Whether it's defending one's country, being magnanimous and forgiving, or even choosing to fight to the death in the end, proving one's faith and perseverance with one's own death, it's all moving enough.

He could also choose to stand from God's perspective and describe the ugliness behind the prosperity, the stench of wine and meat in the rich and the freezing bones on the road, but to be honest, that would be somewhat demeaning.

Ernst wasn't trying to write a critical article to grab attention by exposing the ugliness of Earth's civilization in front of the Terrans, and thus create some empty reputation as a "satirical masterpiece." That was pointless. Besides, in terms of being inhuman, the Terrans were far more exaggerated than Earthlings.

Thus, he fell into that long-lost, but strange cycle that many people must have experienced.

When someone asks you to "introduce yourself and talk about your strengths and weaknesses," the person being asked often pauses for a moment and can't say anything.

It's not because they don't understand themselves, or because they're shy and afraid to tell the truth when faced with such questions.

It's simply because they've become accustomed to themselves. Because of this familiarity, they can't simply treat themselves as labels and abstractly deconstruct them like those who are getting to know themselves for the first time.

I am who I am, complex yet pure, simple yet irreplaceable.

Similarly, I feel the same way about the place I live in, my country.

People who live in one place for a long time never think their hometown is that interesting. A famous interviewee said, "Big Wild Goose Pagoda? What's so interesting about the Big Wild Goose Pagoda? It's just a scam to attract tourists."

Of course, it's one thing to not care yourself, but it's another to be slandered by outsiders.

However, to put it simply, he just got stuck in a rut.

Ernst didn't type the first line for a long time, and his serious expression caught Jeragund's attention.

The great god Yeragand, who had not spoken voluntarily for a long time, spoke up for the first time:

Is it difficult to put pen to paper?

Ernst paused slightly, then realized it was the voice of the great god Yeragand. He took the divine stone from his robes, placed it on the table, and sighed somewhat helplessly.

"I have too much to say, and I don't know where to begin."

4843$linsoUsuO: "I don't really understand these things. However, I have seen the elders compiling scriptures before."

Inside the Manjusaka Temple, Ya'er leaned against the back of the Jeragand statue, arms crossed, seemingly lost in memories.

"Think about it, several thousand years have passed, haven't they?"

Thousands of years ago? When Sherag was first established?

Ernst suddenly realized, and at the same time asked with some curiosity:

"What did they write back then?"

Ernst didn't know exactly when the history of Shelag could be traced back, and even Jelagand couldn't remember.

The behemoths inherently lack the concept of time, or rather, the concept of dates like years, months, and days. Even the behemoths themselves, who wield the power of time, do not possess the ability to precisely return to "a certain year, month, day, hour, minute, and second," which is the best proof of this.

But considering that Kjerag was able to preserve the scriptures of the Feathered Serpent Gods that Horhaiya cared about, and that the great god Yeragand even boasted, well, that he had eaten those delicious spicy snacks, then Kjerag's history must be very, very long. At the very least, it must have reached the era of the Gods.

How did the first generation of Sherag people, who had just gathered in these mountains, accepted Jeragund's protection, and worshipped Him as God, record their history?

How did the elders of later generations write down their books and leave behind classics?

Jeragand pondered for a moment, then gave Ernst a somewhat unexpected answer:

"They wrote about the hardships they endured before they met me. Then they praised me."

Jeragand chuckled softly, a mixture of joy and melancholy as he recounted a long-ago story.

"To be honest, I was a little embarrassed at the time."

“I didn’t actually do anything. At first, those noisy troublemakers were just too scared to come near me, and I didn’t pay any attention to those hiding near me. But later, they acted as if I had done something incredibly good. They started praising me, extolling me, and even singing songs in my honor. Some of the bolder ones even used the stones that fell off me to carve statues of me. They were too small to see my whole face, and each one they carved was a strange shape. So I turned into a human and walked among them.”

At this point, she seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and let out a long sigh:

"Ugh!"

What other bad memories could they be?

At that time, she didn't understand human aesthetics. Life was difficult then, and people admired plump, fair-skinned people because such people were often of high status and had a blessed appearance. So she imitated them, changing her appearance to resemble those people.

Then, the timeless classic in the books was left behind—the only human manifestation of Jeragund!

Sherag's work in preserving documents was clearly very thorough. Even though the last Grand Elder of the Manjusaka was not allowed to do this or that, he did his best in protecting tradition. As a result, when Aktos was building the new Jeragand statue at the Silverheart Lake, he actually found that book.

And so, the great god Jeragund was hit by a boomerang he himself had thrown thousands of years ago.

Whenever Ling thought of how the great god Yeragand had called out to him for help through the sacred stone, Ernst couldn't help but chuckle.

However, His recollections did indeed provide him with considerable help.

Yes, what he wanted to write wasn't actually that complicated.

There were no secrets, no grand, non-existent events; just like the original Sherag people, they were simple and honest.

Having survived the battles between the gods and the Sarkaz, and survived the struggles between the gods themselves, they fled to this place and found the newly born [God], who was still full of curiosity about everything. They sought refuge in Him, and He granted their request.

Thus, Sherag was established.

Having endured those hardships, they recorded them. Having received Jeragund's protection, they praised Jeragund.

Despite limited manpower, the collective strength of the people has enabled Shelag to reach where it is today, thanks to the first person to seek refuge in Jelagand, as well as countless others who have worked the land in Shelag.