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Chapter 90: Past name?

The elder stood alone on the hill outside the camp, looking at the vast mist in the distance.

This would have been a very dangerous move in that era when chaos began and everything was out of order. Due to the collapse of civilization, countries and cities have lost their protective functions, wars and massacres are rampant everywhere, and the bones of the dead are left uncollected, becoming

Food for monsters and wild beasts. However, the beasts that were greedy for flesh and blood eventually lost their minds and became extremely crazy. They wandered in the wilderness and forests, hunting people who were fleeing, tearing off their limbs, and tearing open their chests.

, and then swallow their hearts.

The elder still has the memory of that time, because his parents died in an animal attack while fleeing. He used his last strength to throw him out of the animal tide, and then he was drowned by those hysterical roars. To this day

, the elder still could not forget the scene at that time, but what made him feel strange was that the scene that impressed him most deeply was neither the unwillingness and worry of his parents before their death, but with some relief in their eyes, nor any other escape.

The screams of extreme fear as their hearts were torn out...but those horrific beasts that were feasting on flesh and blood, with severed limbs hanging on their fangs. The expressions on their faces were not actually those of enjoying a feast.

greed and pleasure, but a twisted pain.

From then on, he understood that in this era, no one was completely outside the situation. Everyone, whether they were eating people or being eaten, were just struggling.

However, those are memories of a long time ago. There are no threats in the wild today. Even if you wander in uninhabited wilderness or woodlands, you don’t have to worry about being attacked by animals... In a sense, this is a good thing, at least.

When the survivors in the settlement went out to collect some grass roots and berries to satisfy their hunger, their lives would no longer be in danger; but in another sense, the elders felt that it was really terrible, just like the mysterious man.

The girl brought the same news yesterday.

If there is only this one settlement left in the world, and only these one hundred survivors are left, then will my persistence still have any meaning?

Last night, another survivor died in the camp. He did not starve to death or freeze to death, but committed suicide.

Perhaps after listening to the stories told by the elders, I had strong doubts about the world. In desperation, I chose the most extreme approach - or the most sober approach, because only sober people know why they died.

, as for the others, they are just living in confusion.

According to custom, the elder should have held a simple funeral for him, mourning that they had lost another companion in the world who could support them. But today, he was not in that mood. He was always thinking about the mysterious silver-haired man.

Girl, I wonder if she will appear again... If it were her, would there be a way to change this desperate world?

Is He...willing to change?

In any case, it was mortals who failed Him first. If He used this as a reason to punish mortals for their wanton behavior, there seems to be no reason to criticize him. Although ancient legends mention that He is a kind, generous, and kind-hearted person,

The goddess of fraternity, but that is just a legend after all, and there are many things that are not mentioned in the legend.

Thinking of this, the elder couldn't help but sigh worriedly.

"Why do the elders sigh?"

Suddenly a soft voice came from behind him, and the elder quickly turned around. Sure enough, the mysterious silver-haired girl from last night appeared again. At this time, he already knew the true identity of the other party. Although the girl called him elder,

In terms of age, there was no one in Eden who could compare with him. Therefore, he naturally did not dare to act like an elder. He did not even dare to look directly at the other person's face. Instead, he bowed his head and said in a respectful tone: "Just a little."

Just thinking, sir."

The girl asked: "What are you thinking about?"

"..." The elder was silent for a while, but he didn't feel that his thoughts could be hidden from his Majesty, so he answered truthfully: "I was thinking, since I heard the news you brought back last night, we people have been

Is there any point in struggling to live in this world?"

When the girl heard this, she couldn't help but sigh: "As smart as you are, you will have such thoughts. I'm afraid other people are even more confused."

The elder then mentioned to her that there was a survivor last night. After listening to his story, he committed suicide in despair. After hearing this, the girl fell into a long silence. Her mood must be very complicated and she had many words.

I was depressed in my chest, but I didn’t know how to express it, so when it reached my lips, it turned into a long sigh and gentle comfort: "The darkness on the night before dawn must be the most difficult to bear, but I think as long as you always have hope,

You will always wait for the day when your wishes come true, right?"

The elder's expression changed, and an expression of surprise and anxiety appeared on his old face.

If someone else said this, it would be nothing more than a word or two of insignificant comfort. This disaster, which started from the prosperity of civilization and lasted until the end of the century, has destroyed too many things, not only tangible buildings and materials.

, also includes intangible knowledge and inheritance, and too many people were displaced in this disaster and lost their spiritual support. Without these things, even if mortals want to cheer up, they will not be able to start over.

But if it is the adult in front of me, maybe there is really a way?

No, there must be a way!

The elder has always been calm and wise, otherwise he would not be able to lead the last survivors at the end of the century to survive in this doomsday. However, at this time, he is still worried about gains and losses: "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."

He quietly changed his name.

The goddess did not answer, but raised her head slightly, looking at the mist in the distance with sad and dejected eyes. The gray-white world was wrapped in bleak clouds and low gravel, and no bright colors could be seen. This was different from what the goddess remembered.

The difference between that beautiful and prosperous Eden was more than 10,000 years, and it was simply a dream - Genesis was a beautiful dream, but now, the dream has awakened.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Last night, I thought about it for a long time." The goddess finally spoke. Only her gentle and clear voice can make people feel a little brighter in this dark world, but it is still

Mixed with a little melancholy, like a stream stained with haze: "What can we do to make this world a better place? If we just restore it to the way it was in the past, it is not difficult to do; however, it can

Do you always stay in the best moments? As long as life is alive, it will eventually move forward, and time will flow forward, and everything is changing. How to ensure that what happens today will not happen again in the future? Elder, you are here

I have lived in this era for a long time, and I know it best. I wonder if you can answer this question for me?"

This is a question before God.

According to the ancient legends handed down to this day, the ancestors of dragons, humans, giants, elves and goblins all studied in the goddess's sanctuary and listened to her teach the secrets of magic. It is said that at that time, the goddess also asked them if they would use this magic.

What can we use our strength to do? The ancestors’ answers were too long ago to be verified. However, they must have satisfied the goddess. Therefore, magic flourished for a while, creating the glorious period of the Eden civilization.

It's a pity that since the depletion of magic power, there are no real magicians in the world. The depletion here is just a description. In fact, magic power is still everywhere, but for mortals who cannot use them, it is no different from depletion. No.

I don't know since when, magic seems to be infected with some weird toxicity, which will silently erode the foundation of life and matter, causing them to silently usher in the end of decay and decline. So magic

It has gradually become a crazy power, and no one dares to use it except those whose minds are controlled by power and power and are hysterical to the extreme.

As the world enters the countdown to the end of the world, the pollution of magic power has become more serious. It has reached the point where life and material will gradually dry up just by living in a magic environment without actively absorbing magic power. This is also the reason why mortals are helpless against the doomsday - they

Just the user of magic, not the owner.

Some people even suspect that the goddess had good intentions and placed a curse on the magic power at the beginning of the century. The more mortals relied on it, the more irreversible it became. As the pollution of magic power intensified, and the goddess never showed up,

It seems to only exist in legends, so more and more people believe in this statement, and eventually a sect with this as its banner has even formed. Its believers are extremely fanatical, no different from crazy. However, their extreme

It serves no purpose other than adding a touch of madness to an already sad doomsday.

Only elders who are familiar with history and have a thorough understanding of human nature know that all this has nothing to do with the goddess, and is purely the fault of mortals. But mortals are always good at shirking responsibility, and this seems to have become an instinct for survival.

If they can't change this nature, their mistakes will just follow the wheel, seemingly moving forward, but actually repeating the cycle over and over again.

Now, Your Majesty asked him this question. Is this an opportunity to test human nature and judge whether mortals are still qualified to be saved?

When he thought that his answer would determine the fate of the entire civilization, the elder's breathing became weaker and almost disappeared. He thought seriously for a long time, repeating countless historical precedents and the teachings of sages in his mind.

Although I was reminiscing, I couldn't come up with an answer that was both worthy of my heart and satisfying to the goddess.

He did not consider that the goddess simply asked the doubts in his heart, and was not the so-called asking questions before the gods. In the final analysis, He has been away from this world for so long that mortals only have the impression of the goddess that only the legendary one is left.

Stereotyped symbols, thinking that it should be a symbol of divinity, the source of creation and the master of all living things that overlooks the entire world with a superior and unconventional look, but ignores that before divinity, the goddess was the first to obtain, the first

What we have is actually human nature.

So, he chose a cautious and measured answer: "I dare not claim my wisdom in front of Your Majesty, but I think that only under your glorious blessing can the world move towards a bright future.

"

The goddess shook her head gently: "I have no glory to speak of, I am just an ordinary creator. Maybe, when mortals are greedily pursuing something, I am just satisfying my own desires."

The elder did not notice that the goddess said that she was the author rather than the creator, but he heard the somewhat lonely mood in the goddess's words. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to respond. Maybe the goddess can do this

When it comes to evaluating himself, as a mortal, can he not say anything at will? So in the end he chose to remain silent and say nothing.

The goddess added: "What happened in the past has become a foregone conclusion. Let's not worry about it for now. The elder's words are quite inspiring to me. I already know what I should do next."

The elder asked carefully, "Will you save the world?"

"No." The goddess slowly shook her head, and her tone became much heavier: "This world is already sick to the bone. I may be able to restore it to its original appearance, but that would only deceive memory, but not time.

If it is just a repetition of what has already happened, I am afraid it cannot be called true salvation.”

When the elder heard the words, he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but strangely, he was not that disappointed. It seemed that such an answer was also expected by him. He just sighed softly and said: "It is true, it's okay not to save, Your Majesty

.I think... mortals no longer have that qualification, right?"

They never thought about saving others, so they naturally lost the qualification to be saved.

"Please don't be too pessimistic, elder." The goddess said softly. He slowly raised his head and looked at the fog in the distant sky. His eyes were extremely bright, as if the stars that had disappeared long ago were still reflected in him through the vast fog.

In his eyes: "Although I cannot save this world, I can destroy it, and then build the prototype of a new world on the ruins of the old world. Because it is a brand new world, even hope is brand new.

Perhaps, it will take on the unfulfilled responsibilities of the old world and guide the path of civilization to a bright future."

This was an extremely difficult decision that He made after thinking about it all night. For a creator, there is nothing more painful than personally destroying a work that he has invested all his efforts and emotions into. But the goddess knows that she

If you are unable to make a decision due to personal factors, it is undoubtedly a manifestation of irresponsibility.

He hopes to be a qualified creator, a god willing to take responsibility... and a gentle and loving mother.

"Building a brand new world on the ruins of the old world?" The elder couldn't help but sigh: "Your majesty's courage is indeed beyond the reach of us mortals."

Only the goddess of creation can destroy and create a world as easily as turning over the palm of your hand.

The elder felt that this was an easy thing for the great goddess Mianxia, ​​and the goddess seemed to have no intention of explaining it. She just smiled and asked about another thing: "The elder doesn't seem to know.

Worry, if the old world is about to die, where will you go?"

"It's just useless worries." The elder said: "We are the remnants of the old world. We were originally guilty bodies. To be able to survive until now is because we have been blessed by your crown. We are extremely lucky. We are filled with new hope.

This new world, for those of us who are used to the dark doomsday, it is undoubtedly a too dazzling sun. If we get too close, I am afraid it will only burn us into ashes."

His tone was quite open-minded, not pretending.

As he said, being able to see the hope of civilization's survival in this boundless apocalypse, he felt that he had fulfilled his duties as a remnant of the old world, and he no longer had such a strong desire for the new world that the goddess spoke of.

"The disaster was originally caused by the selfishness of mortals. Why not end it now with the relief of mortals?"

The elder said calmly: "How merciful Your Majesty is, willing to save civilization from darkness. If you can't save us, maybe you have some difficulties. If you let us people from the old world mix into the new world, I'm afraid it will destroy the civilization that has not yet been established."

The new order that has arisen is of no benefit to either of us."

"The elder's wisdom and rationality remind me of an old friend." The goddess said, referring to Artus, the first great sage of mankind in the past, and the first among the ancestors of all races to master the secrets of magic.

Under his leadership, humans have always adhered to the concept of controlling power with wisdom, and have always been the race that reassures the goddess the most.

Unfortunately, after his death, everything was not as usual.

Shaking her head slightly and putting aside the past, the goddess said to the elder: "However, if possible, I still want to save everyone. Therefore, I have thought of a compromise method that can temporarily save your souls.

Use my magic power to protect you and reincarnate as a life in the new world in the future. In this way, there is no need to worry about the remnants of the old world affecting the order of the new world. But before that, you still need to cleanse your memories.

Only the posture of rebirth can be brought into the world. Is this method acceptable, elder?"

"To be able to regain a new life after suffering a sin, may be the best destination for us, Your Majesty. Of course I have no objection, but..."

"Elder, do you have any concerns?"

"No, it's just that after rebirth, everything is unfamiliar. I want to leave something behind as proof of my past existence. Your Majesty, if you reincarnate my soul into the new world, can you erase the memory?

Then, what about keeping my current name?”

"This is not an excessive request. It is certainly possible. I wonder what your name is, sir?"

"Tumi."

The elder solemnly saluted the goddess: "The great sage Artus, the sage Rilanthos of the mountain, the sage Peryom of the forest, the sage Cuilan of the lake, the sage of truth Isabel... and

The successor of one thousand three hundred and twelve sages since then, and the last sage of mankind, Tumi Omirrons, would like to offer you my most sincere respect and gratitude."

"Your Majesty the Great and Merciful Goddess."


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