Mark stood on the top of the tallest ship's mast, overlooking the harbor and the buildings near the harbor, as well as the fleet that was gradually taking shape under his command, but his eyes were not focused on any of them.
He rarely does this kind of seemingly secondary thing, but he really needs the cold wind of early spring to calm himself down.
How can it be so simple to integrate so many selves?
A person can have three opinions at different times: one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future.
Not to mention unifying thousands of selves in different worlds.
It is completely conceivable what kind of conflicts will occur when so many selves are entangled together - unable to unite as one, often disagreeing over boring things, and even the ideas and goals they hold are completely incompatible.
Being able to become a member of the Ten Thousand Realms Unification Cult is already considered good, but the worst thing is to become a chaos demon who doesn't care about anything but only knows how to destroy.
To a certain extent, the fact that he could take back Mark, a two-handed swordsman, at no cost was a miracle in the eyes of other Beyonders who were attacked by another self.
Looking at his left hand, the system projection thoughtfully gave him a destiny point. He cured Marianne and Yolanda, and later Conrad and the others, and initially reconciled their destiny, at the cost of reducing the points to five.
A sense of crisis of not being able to make ends meet hangs over my head, and I can't get rid of it.
Mark finally set his sights on the two largest shipyards, where his two dreadnoughts were being renovated day and night.
"Sufficient capital must be obtained."
Mark's eyes hardened.
At this moment, the divine light suddenly appeared on the bow of the Caribbean, and two soft and slightly coercive waves of divine power spread out.
Two goddesses coming together?
As soon as Mark saw the color of the divine light and the overflowing light and shadow effects, he knew that the two goddesses of music and literature were coming.
"Oh?" Mark raised his brows slightly, then turned over and jumped down from the high altitude with extremely light movements.
If we had just crossed over, the height of these six or seven floors would have been like breaking a leg.
Since merging with the swordsman Mark, plus absorbing the power of the Valkyrie before, Mark is like a civet cat, landing in front of the two goddesses extremely lightly.
Seeing Mark actually taking the initiative to greet guests, Hank, who was used to serving as a butler to welcome guests, was stunned for a moment, but he still called on the other knights to start the welcoming ceremony behind him.
Mark bowed politely and saluted: "Two goddesses, do you want to see me if you have anything to do?"
Litcher, the goddess of literature, panicked and nervously held the blank notebook in her hands with both hands. At this moment, she reminded Mark of those bespectacled girls who were studying hard in high school.
Seemingly realizing that she was too rude, she straightened her back again, put the note in front of her belly, and pretended to be calm: "No, it's just that the few novels you gave me before were very popular, so I'm here to give you the royalties.
And those who are invited to write.”
Muse glanced at Litcher and sighed silently: "Mark, let's go in first and talk later."
Mark Ruo looked at Litchel, who had the temperament of a literary girl, thoughtfully and said nothing. But with just one look, the literary goddess felt guilty that she had been completely seen through.
That's right! When the dance goddess Barbara risked her life, she may have come ashore, but it inadvertently lowered the value of the entire god of art.
It was very awkward for them to visit at this time.
If you don't come, you may miss the opportunity.
Come on, it feels a bit like riding a smooth sailing boat.
Arriving at the reception hall, when the maid served the black tea, Mark stepped back.
Mark looked at Litcher, the goddess of literature, for no reason: "Are you embarrassed?"
Litcher's face instantly turned red to the roots of his ears. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's so embarrassing."
Muse sighed deeply: "Mark, how much do you know?"
Mark's deep eyes swept over this goddess who usually showed a sunny and cheerful image, and said lightly: "Enough."
If it were anyone else, the two goddesses would definitely think he was bragging.
He is Mark, the spokesperson of a group of powerful alien gods in this world.
The muse sat upright, raised the tea cup, blew gracefully, took a sip of black tea, then put the cup down and wiped her red lips with the napkin placed next to the tea cup.
The whole process was smooth and smooth, without any rush or impatience, which left Litchell standing next to him dumbfounded.
Muse spoke softly, her voice as pleasant as ever, every word was like a lark singing: "Let's be frank, we also want to leave. We don't know what Barbara promised you, but we will probably do it
Not at her level. I hope you can give us a more precise condition, give us hope, or make us give up completely."
It was obvious that Litcher had given up the initiative to Muse, and she just nodded.
Mark's right index finger tapped the table gently rhythmically, and he was considering: "Leave? In what form do you plan to leave? Let me help you take it away, an eye, or a finger?"
It must sound confusing to outsiders.
When an expert hears it, it's like a thunderous shock.
Muse and Littlechel had expressions of shock that could not be concealed on their faces.
Muse trembled: "Wait, you mean..."
Mark's eyes shone with a mysterious light, and his voice seemed to contain some kind of supreme power: "The first prerequisite for passing [Judgment Day] is that you must be complete."
The gods no longer need to breathe. For the two goddesses who became gods as mortals, taking a deep breath is almost a subconscious action engraved in the deepest part of the soul.
At this moment, both the 'treble clef' and the thick 'book cover' were bulging.
Fortunately, someone was well-informed and was not shocked by the 'violent confusion'.
"But...but..." Litcher's voice sounded like crying.
"Nothing but, do you think 'lost name' is limited to the main world?"
Another code word frightened the two goddesses. They were finally convinced that Mark was the spokesperson of the mysterious alien god who knew the ultimate secret of the divine world.
But how can there be so many decryptions?
Mark just mentioned that he met the unknown person in the deep sea, and the two goddesses were immediately stunned.
"At this stage, I can't promise you anything, but I need money, a lot of money! First of all, Lite dollars, and secondly, I need a huge amount of Mechanicum points." Mark made the first request.
This is called paying earnest money upfront.
Litcher was stunned for a moment: "A lot? If all the literature points were exchanged for Mechanicum points, the literature points would lose a lot of value in an instant."
Muse rolled her eyes at this silly goddess companion: "Depreciation? Can depreciation change the future? When you lose your reputation, all coupons will be useless paper."
The goddess of literature shrank her neck: "Sister is right."
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ps: The author's side is a bit fried, please forgive me.