Chapter 271 I'm just a writer

"Did you see it?"

A faint smile appeared on the gentle and elegant man's face. The book in his hand that could not have written "Things in this world" was slowly closed, and he no longer prepared to treat Zhou Li perfunctorily. He raised his hand and paused gently in front of Zhou Li. In an instant, the "sticky" everywhere in Zhou Li's body disappeared, and the purgatory-like scenery slowly faded away.

Paper, ink, pen.

The God of Literature was stepping on the feet of thousands of different languages, and the sun and moon were reflected on the peaks of pen and paper. Thomas looked at Zhou Li and asked calmly: "So, who are you?"

"You really lost your authority."

After sighing, Zhou Li sat on the stool that Tomazhen "placed" behind him. He raised his head and replied, "You can no longer sense the outside world, right?"

"That's right."

It seemed that it was because of the lack of concealment, or because of personality, Thomas nodded and replied directly: "After I was swallowed into the false soul world, I could no longer sense the outside world."

"The God of Death is dead."

Zhou Li was also straightforward. After hearing this sentence, Thoma Zhen, who had been expressing "Everything is in control", was stunned for a moment and did not react for a while. Zhou Li didn't say much, but just looked at him silently. After a while, Thoma Zhen seemed to understand something and sighed relievedly.

"Katz..."

Some relief and some lonely words made Zhou Li notice something. Thomas smiled in a complicated way, and then said to Zhou Li: "How did he die?"

"He broke the rules and forced the viewing of a memory containing the soul of a country, and then deprived of authority by the rules and finally killed by two races."

"Did you do it?"

Facing Thomas, one of the twelve gods, Zhou Li did not shy away from anything and replied: "It's a name..."

Wait, what is Mr. Muqi's name?

Zhou Li was suddenly stunned. This question hit the depths of his soul, because he still didn't know Mr. Mu Qi's name until now. Without having time to think about it, Zhou Li changed his words and said, "It was the leader of that country who killed it, and there is also the Void Clan."

"Ao."

Thomazhen nodded, then he pondered for a moment and asked Zhou Li: "You have also participated in the killing of Him, right?"

Without denying it, Zhou Li looked at Thomazhen silently.

"No wonder you noticed my plan."

A complicated smile appeared on Thomas Real's face. He looked up at the words and books around him, sighed and said to Zhou Li: "You are right. I have indeed entered the false soul world and wanted to kill myself."

"I want to leave some hope for humans."

He falsely underestimated the God of Literature, or rather, underestimated the creativity of modern humans.

His own complacent power and strategy were all based on human civilization in the ancient Golden Age. Humans under the Golden Law can be said to live in heaven. They were like newborn children, loved by ancient gods, and did not allow them to suffer any harm or malice.

False was born in this era, but the problem is that the source of the power of the ancient gods is "existence". Although humans in the Golden Age also had deception and evil thoughts, their imagination was not very rich. In their eyes, pushing people down a cesspool, which is a common behavior in Zhou Li's eyes, can be said to be a heinous crime.

In fact, if he had falsely known what Zhou Li did in Magnan and Muqi, he might have knelt on the ground on the first day Zhou Li came to Yingnan and kowtowed to present the gospels and sent it away to the old man. Anyway, after Zhou Li left, singing, dancing, dancing, and dancing, at most, it was a little troublesome to harvest the soul and could not delay the overall situation.

Unfortunately, the closed message and the disdain of the British people towards Zhou Li made him a fatal mistake. Although he absorbed a lot of human malice in modern civilization, such as merchants who dared to resell grain during famine years, officials who made money silent until the false, and "noble" etiquette that made the false feel so fake, all made the false grow a lot.

However, a thousand years ago, the ignorant falsehood was as innocent as a child in front of the God of Literature. In fact, from the first glance of the God of Literature, he knew what falsehood was.

A joke is not to mention fantasy literature. Even the "villains" and "villains" in real literature are more like you who are fake. I want to hide it from the god of literature?

"He thought he was pretending well, but in fact, from the beginning of his inexplicable enthusiasm, his purpose had been noticed by me."

Sitting in front of Zhou Li, Toma Zhen waved his hand and two cups appeared in the hands of the two. Toma Zhen took a sip of ale wine, and then said to Zhou Li: "I think about what I want to drink, and I will have it after thinking about it."

Zhou Li was stunned, and then he began to think about it in his mind. After a while, a cup of black liquid with bubbles appeared in his hand. Zhou Li looked at the black liquid in his hand in a diligent way, thought for a while, and drank it.

A little bitter.

It doesn't look like the smell in memory, or rather, Zhou Li has almost forgotten the smell. He smiled, put the cup aside and said to Thomas: "I don't quite understand why you committed suicide."

“As you said, I want to give literature to humans.”

After a moment of pause, Thomas stared at Zhou Li and slowly spoke: "God will not die, but gods will die."

In an instant, Zhou Li understood Thomas's true meaning, which also complied his conjecture.

God is indeed composed of soul and authority.

Just like the God of Literature, it is composed of two different things, Thomazhen and literary authority. All gods are a combination of soul and authority. The soul can die, but the authority that represents the rules will not die. Just as Katz will die, but the God of Death will not die, the rules are eternal.

"What about me, it's not quite the same as some gods."

After flipping through his palms, a line of bright silver words appeared on the back of Thomas's hand. He looked at the line and said gently: "It is better to say that I was born to bind humans, it is humans who created me."

"In fact, the original plan of the Twelve Moons was not mine. The person sitting in my position should be a god who controls fantasy. At that party that created the Twelve Gods, there shouldn't be mine."

The slightly bent corner of his mouth was like a fate by chance. Thomas Zhen gently turned the pen in his hand and said to Zhou Li with a smile: "But on that day, a human wrote a story. The authority of fantasy itself was unstable, and that story also turned fantasy into literature, and I was born."

Nostalgia and emotion, Thomas really had many human natures that did not belong to the gods, and a look of remembrance appeared on his face, and he gently put down his pen.

"The name of that story is called the Sacred Blade."

"The hero obtained the power of the holy sword, and after overcoming obstacles and overcame many sieges, he defeated the villain and prevented the fate of the world's destined to be destroyed. He created a fantasy world and gave the real world a path to hope."

"What a good story..."

With a little sad expression, Thomas Zhen said to Zhou Li with emotion: "I gained life because of this story and became one of the twelve moments. But when I gained the authority of the God of Literature and completely integrated into the twelve moments, I received a message that made me suffer."

"This world is also destined to be destroyed. However, there are no heroes here."

Showing the pen in his hand to Zhou Li, the engraved lines on it vaguely reveal a fantasy color. Thomas smiled bitterly and said helplessly to Zhou Li: "There is no holy sword that changes everything in this world, nor is there a hero who contributes to the world. After I learned of the existence of the final moment, I was on the verge of collapse."

After pausing and adjusting his mood, Toma Zhen sat upright and continued, "If it weren't for the help of the riot, I might have closed my heart long ago and chose to wait quietly for the arrival of extinction."

"Why do gods create the ending moment?"

At this time, Zhou Li was finally able to ask this question that had troubled him for a long time. Facing Zhou Li's question, Thomas thought deeply for a moment, and then replied:

"I have no idea."

The answer is right.

Looking at Zhou Li's desire to speak but stop, Toma Zhen shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "Not only me, all the gods do not know when the final moment will come, nor do they know why it exists."

"I only know that most of the gods in the twelve moments hope that the ending moment will come. Because I prefer humans, I rarely communicate with other gods, and therefore I don't know much about this information."

"Why do you trust me so much?"

At this time, Zhou Li realized something was wrong. Now Thoma is really like a question-and-answer machine, telling himself all the information he could inform. As the saying goes, "No reward is not accepted without merit, and this inexplicable trust makes Zhou Li a little alert.

“Because it.”

A trace of ink was swung before Zhou Li's eyes and stained on his wrist. Zhou Li lowered his head, and a trace of tiny ink was wrapped around the webutons bracelet, as if it was reminding him.

"That's what I'm going to continue."

The ink scar fell off his wrist like a small snake and began to churn beside Thomas. He looked at Zhou Li and told the truth in a calm tone.

"The person who wrote the story of the Sacred Blade was not a human."

"It's Gaia."

"Gaia?!"

This news made Zhou Li unexpected. He frowned and asked in confusion: "She had already been established twelve minutes before..."

"Gaia is a very special existence. She had always thought that she was the will that was born from the Golden Law. But in fact, she was even stronger than the concept of the Golden Law."

Grasping Mohen and gently put it aside, Toma Zhen stared at Zhou Li's eyes and said word by word:

"Gaia, it's the will of this planet."

"Or it is Gaia's instinct to survive on this planet, and her resistance to the end of the world."

After hearing this explanation, Zhou Li was stunned at first, and then began to digest the information he had obtained.

"Gaia retained her consciousness after the collapse of the Golden Law, but for some reasons, she was still affected by the collapse of the Golden Law. At the last moment of her sleep, Gaia arranged a lot of backhand to fight the final moment."

Pointing at herself, Toma Zhen said without hesitation: "I am her backup."

"She wrote the story of the Sacred Blade, which replaced my fantasy and became the god of literature."

"What does she need you to do?"

Faced with Zhou Li's doubts, Thomas smiled and spread his hands, saying with a relaxed voice: "She didn't tell me anything. Even the author of the story of Sacred Blade was investigated by me later. She had hardly ever contacted me, so how could she tell me anything?"

"but."

Sitting up straight, Thomas really smiled back down. He looked serious, but he spoke with some relief: "She told me everything."

"The moment I became the god of literature and took power because of human literature, I fell in love with all human beings. At that moment, my destiny was already destined."

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Li was silent and he understood the meaning of the God of Literature.

"I am destined to fall in love with human beings, because only human beings can create unique literature. I am destined to get human nature, because literature always has warmth. I may be touched by those miserable, painful, and distorted literature, but the beautiful hopes that humans place on literature are destined to make me love this world more."

There was no accusation of the established destiny, nor the anger at Gaia who had arranged her life. Thomas smiled gently. He naturally accepted everything and accepted everything he loved.

"After I realized the final moment and realized that literature also has the power to reverse the future, I have made plans."

With the pen in his hand pointing at his "heart", Thomas really curled up slightly, and a pure light flashed in his eyes.

"If it is human, I will give it back to humans."
To be continued...