Chapter 157
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Four hundred years ago, on the new continent.
Under the gloomy sky, a dim light shone through the clouds, illuminating the gray waves crashing against the rocks.
Countless sharp rocks protruded from the coast, cutting through the waves like sharp blades.
Broken tracks and burnt sails floated in the shattered waves, washed up on the shore and half-buried in the gravel.
More were carried away by the waves, disappearing into the deep sea.
In the silence, a slender figure stood quietly on the shore.
Like a stone statue, waiting silently.
It was difficult to see his face, as it was too handsome to be illuminated by the earthly light. The robe he wore was too solemn to be scrutinized, and his eyes were unable to bear the weight.
The only thing that stood out in this sea and sky was the solemn white crown on his head, like the truth, like a miracle, like everything unimaginable.
It existed here, real and not illusory.
So everything seemed like a dream, unable to reveal its essence in front of it, and had to humbly acknowledge its own insignificance and humility.
In this seemingly eternal wait, the lonely White Crown King stood silently on the edge of the sea, gazing into the distance, watching countless ships sailing between the raging waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people despairing or praying devoutly.
But he did not help them because of their devotion, nor did he punish them for their defiance and arrogance.
Just waiting.
In the murky waves, several broken sampans crawled forward, crawling on the shore in a sorry state.
The survivors in the water were pale, clinging to the rocks in front of them, crawling on the sharp edges, letting their bodies be cut, struggling to breathe.
They looked back with sadness.
The huge fleet was stalled on the sea, burning fiercely, and the sound of fierce screams and wails kept coming, and before long, they all sank just a step away from redemption.
The old survivors bowed their heads, tears streaming down their faces, but dared not look.
Instead, they bowed their heads, knelt in the muddy waves, devoutly kowtowed, inch by inch, crawling forward, prostrating themselves at the feet of the supreme being.
"Please have mercy, Supreme White Crown Lord..."
The tearful leader raised his head, pleading for the mercy of the gods.
So the White Crown King looked down and calmly asked, "Why have you come?"
"To pay homage and tribute."
The old man kowtowed again, and his tears fell into the gravel, silently dissolving. "We... we want to offer you everything, all of us... Great Supreme King, we have come as a clan, we have given everything, but now... but now...
Except for the traitors of the Hellsing clan, the sixteen vampire clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of people, and the accumulated wealth and property of thousands of years, all of it has been buried in the wrath of the gods and in this cruel storm..."
He said, "Now, except for the lives of the fourteen of us, we have nothing left to offer you."
In the silence, the White Crown King listened indifferently, but did not speak, only the old men tremblingly prostrated themselves on the ground, humbly kowtowing and praying.
Until he spoke, "Then offer up the sacrifice."
The leader was stunned, and then, as if granted a pardon, he waved to those behind him. Someone kneeled forward, holding a small swaddling cloth, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the pure white lord.
In his sleep, the tiny baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.
The old men looked up hopefully, gazing at the face of the White Crown King, regardless of the cold majesty that pierced their eyes, tears of blood slowly streaming down.
For a long time, the White Crown King nodded slightly, "Yes."
So the old men smiled, as if they had been granted release, and kowtowed reverently before the king, praising his kindness and grace.
The leader at the front drew a sharp knife from his bosom, devoutly raised it, and plunged it into his chest.
Blood flowed.
He closed his eyes with satisfaction, handed the handle to the person behind him, and then quietly turned to ashes.
One after another.
Until finally, the old woman plunged the blood-soaked blade into her heart, but merciless death did not come. She hesitated for a moment, then stabbed again in horror, but life continued.
"No need to be afraid, I have accepted your sacrifice."
The White Crown King calmly ordered, "One day, I will come to collect from you, but not now."
He said, "You have a more important mission, you must continue to exist."
"It is my great honor... Please bestow your revelation."
In such grace and generosity, the old woman left with tears of gratitude, devoutly kowtowing, waiting for the king's command.
"Take this child to the east."
The White Crown King said, "To the place where the Golden Bull stands, it is the promised land I have given you."
"You must raise him and tell him of the sacrifice and devotion you have made today, and tell him that the old blood has run out today, but the new blood will continue to flow, because in the future, all the blood of the world will come here."You have lost your people, but new people will be born. What you have lost today will be gained a thousandfold or more in the future."
King Baiguan declared, "This is my covenant with you. Engrave it on the stone foundation of the Golden Bull. As long as the Golden Bull exists, your prosperity will be unshakable."
So, amidst devout praise, an old woman carried a baby and walked towards the east, disappearing into the wilderness.
All returned to silence.
The long wait continued.
Countless people came, bowed, and left with redemption.
Throughout, King Baiguan calmly witnessed everything.
Until, after a long time, a small lifeboat drifted through the mist on the distant sea, carrying a girl who should not exist.
On her ethereal face, King Baiguan's eyes seemed to lift, then understanding dawned.
"A new branch of possibilities?"
He commented indifferently, "You have created an impossible fantasy, meticulously constructing a future that should not exist... Whose arrangement is this?"
Behind him, three figures appeared.
An elderly man, a woman in black, and a middle-aged man with glasses, all of whom should not be there, bowed respectfully and greeted King Baiguan.
King Baiguan glanced indifferently and his tone turned mocking.
"DM? What can endless adventures and a single bet bring? Utopia?"
The old man remained calm, his eyes lowered.
"ST? Eternal darkness and the struggle of dark currents, can it lead to a bright future in the intrigue?"
The woman in black remained silent, her smile unchanged.
"KP? What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human understanding? Wisdom beyond human intelligence?"
King Baiguan easily saw through the nature of the visitors, arrogantly saying, "Knowledge beyond human understanding brings no inspiration to humanity, and wisdom beyond human intelligence is of no use to humanity. When courage is exhausted, the end of fear is nothing."
"You seek only illusions, and all you gain is nothingness. The so-called 'heaven' is such a meaningless place!"
"But this is our mission, isn't it?"
The visitors spoke, their three voices overlapping, "At the end of eternal pursuit, there must be meaning."
King Baiguan raised his eyebrows, then, after a long time, withdrew his gaze indifferently, "So, what have the guests from another timeline brought to me?"
"A possibility."
DM spoke, "A possibility of salvation."
"And what will it take away?"
ST said, "A hope, a hope to avoid repeating the same mistakes."
After a brief pause, King Baiguan nodded, "A fair trade."
He reached out his hand.
The three of them extended their palms, and the three fragmented pages merged into an ancient scroll, falling into King Baiguan's hand from the silence of the sea.
From the silence of the tide, that majestic figure dissipated into the void.
No, it should be said that they were sent out of his domain by King Baiguan.
And there was a lifeboat slowly approaching the shore.
On the boat, the drenched girl woke up from her daze, opened her tired eyes, and gazed at this unfamiliar world.
Cold, dark, and cruel, as if it could not contain a shred of warmth.
"She's cold."
ST said compassionately, taking off her black robe and gently wrapping it around the girl's shoulders.
"Yes, and hungry and thirsty," DM sighed, lighting a fire. The pot on the flame boiled, and the fish was already crispy.
"And lonely and in pain."
KP waved his hand, dispersing the dark clouds, and the turbid waves cleared, with the radiant sunlight shining between the sea and sky. Green plants and flowers grew from the sharp rocks, creating a beautiful world.
The girl looked at them in a daze, a little fearful as she shrank back and hugged the broken axe blade in her arms. "Who are you?"
"The people who have come to welcome you," ST gently gazed at her. "Like you, visitors who do not belong here."
DM nodded, "Similar to you, a fantasy that does not exist in reality."
KP shrugged, "Essentially the same, phantoms that have never lived in the world."
The ethereal souls that only exist in records and legends spoke, gazing at the girl, their eyes warm and gentle. "But you are different."
"Yes, not bound by a mission."
"Having freedom and a future, having possibilities."
ST reached out and gently pulled her up, leading her to the fire to feel its warmth.
"Are you... here to find me?" Lily couldn't believe it.
"More precisely, I have greatly intercepted your records and created a path to this fictional branch," KP proudly said, noticing the stern gazes of his two companions and awkwardly laughing, "Well, there were some unexpected events in the middle, but in the end, the result is satisfactory, yes, satisfactory."
Finally, he awkwardly fell silent.
"I brought frankincense," ST said, spreading out her five fingers to reveal a pure white crystal, carrying a pure wish.
"I brought gold," DM said, taking out a box from his arms. In the open box, the brilliant metal shone with the radiance of the Philosopher's Stone, displaying an unyielding belief.
It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from bit.ly/3iBfjkV.
"Cough, medicine," KP fumbled to take out a string of amber, reflecting the firelight, like a mind that had blossomed after enduring hardships.
Thus, they bestowed miraculous wishes, allowing her to return from nothingness to reality.
Then, giving her unyielding belief, so she would not lose herself in the countless chaotic events.
Finally, giving her a steadfast mind, hoping she could walk to the end of this dream-like world.And so, the boundary between illusion and reality was overturned here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality was subverted.
With a vague record, a branch and fantasy that was unknown to the history of four hundred years ago emerged, and the past gradually changed in numerous legends and anecdotes, forming a completely different story.
The story that has been passed down to four hundred years later.
In a daze, the girl seemed to understand something, staring blankly at them.
"Am I...fictional?" she asked softly. "Is it fake?"
"You will exist."
The wise men who came against the tide concluded: "The child who denies miracles and the saint who denies the abyss, the soul that originated from nothingness, the pure person—Hela, your existence is the proof of this miracle."
They gazed at the girl, bringing a new destiny: "In the distant future, there will be another story about hell and heaven told once again."
"And you will become human."
"Become the essence of legend and phenomenon."
"Become the creator, far superior to us!"
"Go and witness all of this."
They said, "From this moment on."
This is the beginning of the story, long before the distant time.
【The Start】
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Four hundred years ago, on the new continent.
Under the gloomy sky, a dim light shone through the clouds, illuminating the gray waves crashing against the rocks.
Countless sharp rocks protruded from the coast, cutting through the waves like sharp blades.
Broken tracks and burnt sails floated in the shattered waves, washed up on the shore and half-buried in the gravel.
More were carried away by the waves, disappearing into the deep sea.
In the silence, a slender figure stood quietly on the shore.
Like a stone statue, waiting silently.
It was difficult to see his face, as it was too handsome to be illuminated by the earthly light. The robe he wore was too solemn to be scrutinized, and his eyes were unable to bear the weight.
The only thing that stood out in this sea and sky was the solemn white crown on his head, like the truth, like a miracle, like everything unimaginable.
It existed here, real and not illusory.
So everything seemed like a dream, unable to reveal its essence in front of it, and had to humbly acknowledge its own insignificance and humility.
In this seemingly eternal wait, the lonely White Crown King stood silently on the edge of the sea, gazing into the distance, watching countless ships sailing between the raging waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people despairing or praying devoutly.
But he did not help them because of their devotion, nor did he punish them for their defiance and arrogance.
Just waiting.
In the murky waves, several broken sampans crawled forward, crawling on the shore in a sorry state.
The survivors in the water were pale, clinging to the rocks in front of them, crawling on the sharp edges, letting their bodies be cut, struggling to breathe.
They looked back with sadness.
The huge fleet was stalled on the sea, burning fiercely, and the sound of fierce screams and wails kept coming, and before long, they all sank just a step away from redemption.
The old survivors bowed their heads, tears streaming down their faces, but dared not look.
Instead, they bowed their heads, knelt in the muddy waves, devoutly kowtowed, inch by inch, crawling forward, prostrating themselves at the feet of the supreme being.
"Please have mercy, Supreme White Crown Lord..."
The tearful leader raised his head, pleading for the mercy of the gods.
So the White Crown King looked down and calmly asked, "Why have you come?"
"To pay homage and tribute."
The old man kowtowed again, and his tears fell into the gravel, silently dissolving. "We... we want to offer you everything, all of us... Great Supreme King, we have come as a clan, we have given everything, but now... but now...
Except for the traitors of the Hellsing clan, the sixteen vampire clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of people, and the accumulated wealth and property of thousands of years, all of it has been buried in the wrath of the gods and in this cruel storm..."
He said, "Now, except for the lives of the fourteen of us, we have nothing left to offer you."
In the silence, the White Crown King listened indifferently, but did not speak, only the old men tremblingly prostrated themselves on the ground, humbly kowtowing and praying.
Until he spoke, "Then offer up the sacrifice."
The leader was stunned, and then, as if granted a pardon, he waved to those behind him. Someone kneeled forward, holding a small swaddling cloth, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the pure white lord.
In his sleep, the tiny baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.
The old men looked up hopefully, gazing at the face of the White Crown King, regardless of the cold majesty that pierced their eyes, tears of blood slowly streaming down.
For a long time, the White Crown King nodded slightly, "Yes."
So the old men smiled, as if they had been granted release, and kowtowed reverently before the king, praising his kindness and grace.
The leader at the front drew a sharp knife from his bosom, devoutly raised it, and plunged it into his chest.
Blood flowed.
He closed his eyes with satisfaction, handed the handle to the person behind him, and then quietly turned to ashes.
One after another.
Until finally, the old woman plunged the blood-soaked blade into her heart, but merciless death did not come. She hesitated for a moment, then stabbed again in horror, but life continued.
"No need to be afraid, I have accepted your sacrifice."
The White Crown King calmly ordered, "One day, I will come to collect from you, but not now."
He said, "You have a more important mission, you must continue to exist."
"It is my great honor... Please bestow your revelation."
In such grace and generosity, the old woman left with tears of gratitude, devoutly kowtowing, waiting for the king's command.
"Take this child to the east."
The White Crown King said, "To the place where the Golden Bull stands, it is the promised land I have given you."
"You must raise him and tell him of the sacrifice and devotion you have made today, and tell him that the old blood has run out today, but the new blood will continue to flow, because in the future, all the blood of the world will come here."You have lost your people, but new people will be born. What you have lost today will be gained a thousandfold or more in the future."
King Baiguan declared, "This is my covenant with you. Engrave it on the stone foundation of the Golden Bull. As long as the Golden Bull exists, your prosperity will be unshakable."
So, amidst devout praise, an old woman carried a baby and walked towards the east, disappearing into the wilderness.
All returned to silence.
The long wait continued.
Countless people came, bowed, and left with redemption.
Throughout, King Baiguan calmly witnessed everything.
Until, after a long time, a small lifeboat drifted through the mist on the distant sea, carrying a girl who should not exist.
On her ethereal face, King Baiguan's eyes seemed to lift, then understanding dawned.
"A new branch of possibilities?"
He commented indifferently, "You have created an impossible fantasy, meticulously constructing a future that should not exist... Whose arrangement is this?"
Behind him, three figures appeared.
An elderly man, a woman in black, and a middle-aged man with glasses, all of whom should not be there, bowed respectfully and greeted King Baiguan.
King Baiguan glanced indifferently and his tone turned mocking.
"DM? What can endless adventures and a single bet bring? Utopia?"
The old man remained calm, his eyes lowered.
"ST? Eternal darkness and the struggle of dark currents, can it lead to a bright future in the intrigue?"
The woman in black remained silent, her smile unchanged.
"KP? What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human understanding? Wisdom beyond human intelligence?"
King Baiguan easily saw through the nature of the visitors, arrogantly saying, "Knowledge beyond human understanding brings no inspiration to humanity, and wisdom beyond human intelligence is of no use to humanity. When courage is exhausted, the end of fear is nothing."
"You seek only illusions, and all you gain is nothingness. The so-called 'heaven' is such a meaningless place!"
"But this is our mission, isn't it?"
The visitors spoke, their three voices overlapping, "At the end of eternal pursuit, there must be meaning."
King Baiguan raised his eyebrows, then, after a long time, withdrew his gaze indifferently, "So, what have the guests from another timeline brought to me?"
"A possibility."
DM spoke, "A possibility of salvation."
"And what will it take away?"
ST said, "A hope, a hope to avoid repeating the same mistakes."
After a brief pause, King Baiguan nodded, "A fair trade."
He reached out his hand.
The three of them extended their palms, and the three fragmented pages merged into an ancient scroll, falling into King Baiguan's hand from the silence of the sea.
From the silence of the tide, that majestic figure dissipated into the void.
No, it should be said that they were sent out of his domain by King Baiguan.
And there was a lifeboat slowly approaching the shore.
On the boat, the drenched girl woke up from her daze, opened her tired eyes, and gazed at this unfamiliar world.
Cold, dark, and cruel, as if it could not contain a shred of warmth.
"She's cold."
ST said compassionately, taking off her black robe and gently wrapping it around the girl's shoulders.
"Yes, and hungry and thirsty," DM sighed, lighting a fire. The pot on the flame boiled, and the fish was already crispy.
"And lonely and in pain."
KP waved his hand, dispersing the dark clouds, and the turbid waves cleared, with the radiant sunlight shining between the sea and sky. Green plants and flowers grew from the sharp rocks, creating a beautiful world.
The girl looked at them in a daze, a little fearful as she shrank back and hugged the broken axe blade in her arms. "Who are you?"
"The people who have come to welcome you," ST gently gazed at her. "Like you, visitors who do not belong here."
DM nodded, "Similar to you, a fantasy that does not exist in reality."
KP shrugged, "Essentially the same, phantoms that have never lived in the world."
The ethereal souls that only exist in records and legends spoke, gazing at the girl, their eyes warm and gentle. "But you are different."
"Yes, not bound by a mission."
"Having freedom and a future, having possibilities."
ST reached out and gently pulled her up, leading her to the fire to feel its warmth.
"Are you... here to find me?" Lily couldn't believe it.
"More precisely, I have greatly intercepted your records and created a path to this fictional branch," KP proudly said, noticing the stern gazes of his two companions and awkwardly laughing, "Well, there were some unexpected events in the middle, but in the end, the result is satisfactory, yes, satisfactory."
Finally, he awkwardly fell silent.
"I brought frankincense," ST said, spreading out her five fingers to reveal a pure white crystal, carrying a pure wish.
"I brought gold," DM said, taking out a box from his arms. In the open box, the brilliant metal shone with the radiance of the Philosopher's Stone, displaying an unyielding belief.
It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from bit.ly/3iBfjkV.
"Cough, medicine," KP fumbled to take out a string of amber, reflecting the firelight, like a mind that had blossomed after enduring hardships.
Thus, they bestowed miraculous wishes, allowing her to return from nothingness to reality.
Then, giving her unyielding belief, so she would not lose herself in the countless chaotic events.
Finally, giving her a steadfast mind, hoping she could walk to the end of this dream-like world.And so, the boundary between illusion and reality was overturned here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality was subverted.
With a vague record, a branch and fantasy that was unknown to the history of four hundred years ago emerged, and the past gradually changed in numerous legends and anecdotes, forming a completely different story.
The story that has been passed down to four hundred years later.
In a daze, the girl seemed to understand something, staring blankly at them.
"Am I...fictional?" she asked softly. "Is it fake?"
"You will exist."
The wise men who came against the tide concluded: "The child who denies miracles and the saint who denies the abyss, the soul that originated from nothingness, the pure person—Hela, your existence is the proof of this miracle."
They gazed at the girl, bringing a new destiny: "In the distant future, there will be another story about hell and heaven told once again."
"And you will become human."
"Become the essence of legend and phenomenon."
"Become the creator, far superior to us!"
"Go and witness all of this."
They said, "From this moment on."
This is the beginning of the story, long before the distant time.
【The Start】
Four hundred years ago, on the new continent.Under the gloomy sky, a dim light shone through the clouds, illuminating the gray waves crashing against the rocks.Countless sharp rocks protruded from the coast, cutting through the waves like sharp blades.Broken tracks and burnt sails floated in the shattered waves, washed up on the shore and half-buried in the gravel.More were carried away by the waves, disappearing into the deep sea.In the silence, a slender figure stood quietly on the shore.Like a stone statue, waiting silently.It was difficult to see his face, as it was too handsome to be illuminated by the earthly light. The robe he wore was too solemn to be scrutinized, and his eyes were unable to bear the weight.The only thing that stood out in this sea and sky was the solemn white crown on his head, like the truth, like a miracle, like everything unimaginable.It existed here, real and not illusory.So everything seemed like a dream, unable to reveal its essence in front of it, and had to humbly acknowledge its own insignificance and humility.In this seemingly eternal wait, the lonely White Crown King stood silently on the edge of the sea, gazing into the distance, watching countless ships sailing between the raging waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people despairing or praying devoutly.But he did not help them because of their devotion, nor did he punish them for their defiance and arrogance.Just waiting.In the murky waves, several broken sampans crawled forward, crawling on the shore in a sorry state.The survivors in the water were pale, clinging to the rocks in front of them, crawling on the sharp edges, letting their bodies be cut, struggling to breathe.They looked back with sadness.The huge fleet was stalled on the sea, burning fiercely, and the sound of fierce screams and wails kept coming, and before long, they all sank just a step away from redemption.The old survivors bowed their heads, tears streaming down their faces, but dared not look.Instead, they bowed their heads, knelt in the muddy waves, devoutly kowtowed, inch by inch, crawling forward, prostrating themselves at the feet of the supreme being."Please have mercy, Supreme White Crown Lord..."The tearful leader raised his head, pleading for the mercy of the gods.So the White Crown King looked down and calmly asked, "Why have you come?""To pay homage and tribute."The old man kowtowed again, and his tears fell into the gravel, silently dissolving. "We... we want to offer you everything, all of us... Great Supreme King, we have come as a clan, we have given everything, but now... but now...Except for the traitors of the Hellsing clan, the sixteen vampire clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of people, and the accumulated wealth and property of thousands of years, all of it has been buried in the wrath of the gods and in this cruel storm..."He said, "Now, except for the lives of the fourteen of us, we have nothing left to offer you."In the silence, the White Crown King listened indifferently, but did not speak, only the old men tremblingly prostrated themselves on the ground, humbly kowtowing and praying.Until he spoke, "Then offer up the sacrifice."The leader was stunned, and then, as if granted a pardon, he waved to those behind him. Someone kneeled forward, holding a small swaddling cloth, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the pure white lord.In his sleep, the tiny baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.The old men looked up hopefully, gazing at the face of the White Crown King, regardless of the cold majesty that pierced their eyes, tears of blood slowly streaming down.For a long time, the White Crown King nodded slightly, "Yes."So the old men smiled, as if they had been granted release, and kowtowed reverently before the king, praising his kindness and grace.The leader at the front drew a sharp knife from his bosom, devoutly raised it, and plunged it into his chest.Blood flowed.He closed his eyes with satisfaction, handed the handle to the person behind him, and then quietly turned to ashes.One after another.Until finally, the old woman plunged the blood-soaked blade into her heart, but merciless death did not come. She hesitated for a moment, then stabbed again in horror, but life continued."No need to be afraid, I have accepted your sacrifice."The White Crown King calmly ordered, "One day, I will come to collect from you, but not now."He said, "You have a more important mission, you must continue to exist.""It is my great honor... Please bestow your revelation."In such grace and generosity, the old woman left with tears of gratitude, devoutly kowtowing, waiting for the king's command."Take this child to the east."The White Crown King said, "To the place where the Golden Bull stands, it is the promised land I have given you.""You must raise him and tell him of the sacrifice and devotion you have made today, and tell him that the old blood has run out today, but the new blood will continue to flow, because in the future, all the blood of the world will come here."You have lost your people, but new people will be born. What you have lost today will be gained a thousandfold or more in the future."King Baiguan declared, "This is my covenant with you. Engrave it on the stone foundation of the Golden Bull. As long as the Golden Bull exists, your prosperity will be unshakable."So, amidst devout praise, an old woman carried a baby and walked towards the east, disappearing into the wilderness.All returned to silence.The long wait continued.Countless people came, bowed, and left with redemption.Throughout, King Baiguan calmly witnessed everything.Until, after a long time, a small lifeboat drifted through the mist on the distant sea, carrying a girl who should not exist.On her ethereal face, King Baiguan's eyes seemed to lift, then understanding dawned."A new branch of possibilities?"He commented indifferently, "You have created an impossible fantasy, meticulously constructing a future that should not exist... Whose arrangement is this?"Behind him, three figures appeared.An elderly man, a woman in black, and a middle-aged man with glasses, all of whom should not be there, bowed respectfully and greeted King Baiguan.King Baiguan glanced indifferently and his tone turned mocking."DM? What can endless adventures and a single bet bring? Utopia?"The old man remained calm, his eyes lowered."ST? Eternal darkness and the struggle of dark currents, can it lead to a bright future in the intrigue?"The woman in black remained silent, her smile unchanged."KP? What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human understanding? Wisdom beyond human intelligence?"King Baiguan easily saw through the nature of the visitors, arrogantly saying, "Knowledge beyond human understanding brings no inspiration to humanity, and wisdom beyond human intelligence is of no use to humanity. When courage is exhausted, the end of fear is nothing.""You seek only illusions, and all you gain is nothingness. The so-called 'heaven' is such a meaningless place!""But this is our mission, isn't it?"The visitors spoke, their three voices overlapping, "At the end of eternal pursuit, there must be meaning."King Baiguan raised his eyebrows, then, after a long time, withdrew his gaze indifferently, "So, what have the guests from another timeline brought to me?""A possibility."DM spoke, "A possibility of salvation.""And what will it take away?"ST said, "A hope, a hope to avoid repeating the same mistakes."After a brief pause, King Baiguan nodded, "A fair trade."He reached out his hand.The three of them extended their palms, and the three fragmented pages merged into an ancient scroll, falling into King Baiguan's hand from the silence of the sea.From the silence of the tide, that majestic figure dissipated into the void.No, it should be said that they were sent out of his domain by King Baiguan.And there was a lifeboat slowly approaching the shore.On the boat, the drenched girl woke up from her daze, opened her tired eyes, and gazed at this unfamiliar world.Cold, dark, and cruel, as if it could not contain a shred of warmth."She's cold."ST said compassionately, taking off her black robe and gently wrapping it around the girl's shoulders."Yes, and hungry and thirsty," DM sighed, lighting a fire. The pot on the flame boiled, and the fish was already crispy."And lonely and in pain."KP waved his hand, dispersing the dark clouds, and the turbid waves cleared, with the radiant sunlight shining between the sea and sky. Green plants and flowers grew from the sharp rocks, creating a beautiful world.The girl looked at them in a daze, a little fearful as she shrank back and hugged the broken axe blade in her arms. "Who are you?""The people who have come to welcome you," ST gently gazed at her. "Like you, visitors who do not belong here."DM nodded, "Similar to you, a fantasy that does not exist in reality."KP shrugged, "Essentially the same, phantoms that have never lived in the world."The ethereal souls that only exist in records and legends spoke, gazing at the girl, their eyes warm and gentle. "But you are different.""Yes, not bound by a mission.""Having freedom and a future, having possibilities."ST reached out and gently pulled her up, leading her to the fire to feel its warmth."Are you... here to find me?" Lily couldn't believe it."More precisely, I have greatly intercepted your records and created a path to this fictional branch," KP proudly said, noticing the stern gazes of his two companions and awkwardly laughing, "Well, there were some unexpected events in the middle, but in the end, the result is satisfactory, yes, satisfactory."Finally, he awkwardly fell silent."I brought frankincense," ST said, spreading out her five fingers to reveal a pure white crystal, carrying a pure wish."I brought gold," DM said, taking out a box from his arms. In the open box, the brilliant metal shone with the radiance of the Philosopher's Stone, displaying an unyielding belief.It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from bit.ly/3iBfjkV."Cough, medicine," KP fumbled to take out a string of amber, reflecting the firelight, like a mind that had blossomed after enduring hardships.Thus, they bestowed miraculous wishes, allowing her to return from nothingness to reality.Then, giving her unyielding belief, so she would not lose herself in the countless chaotic events.Finally, giving her a steadfast mind, hoping she could walk to the end of this dream-like world.And so, the boundary between illusion and reality was overturned here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality was subverted.With a vague record, a branch and fantasy that was unknown to the history of four hundred years ago emerged, and the past gradually changed in numerous legends and anecdotes, forming a completely different story.The story that has been passed down to four hundred years later.In a daze, the girl seemed to understand something, staring blankly at them."Am I...fictional?" she asked softly. "Is it fake?""You will exist."The wise men who came against the tide concluded: "The child who denies miracles and the saint who denies the abyss, the soul that originated from nothingness, the pure personHela, your existence is the proof of this miracle."They gazed at the girl, bringing a new destiny: "In the distant future, there will be another story about hell and heaven told once again.""And you will become human.""Become the essence of legend and phenomenon.""Become the creator, far superior to us!""Go and witness all of this."They said, "From this moment on."This is the beginning of the story, long before the distant time.The Start
