In reality.
Yang Qizhou stretched lazily, sipping on a cola while analyzing the current storyline.
The journey to the ’Ancient Village’ went relatively smoothly. Despite suffering attacks from the twisted ’Desecrated Wizard’ and enduring multiple battles, no real danger was encountered.
But that was just the appetizer,
The true significance lies in crossing the river with the help of the ’Ancient Village,’ as guided by ’Fate.’
However,
Based on the current text, this ’Ancient Village,’ which survived the devastation of the ’Day of Fallen’ and has endured to this day, seems to have so issues.
"When outsiders step onto this land, ’the Lord’ will awaken, and dawn will pierce the darkness. Light will once again envelop the earth, and everyone will be redeed."
"Is this the true essence of the script?"
"Also, regarding the Guardian God of the ’Ancient Village,’ though the ga character has never t it and little information has been revealed, there’s a lingering sense of unease."
"Sudden,"
"That’s right, the existence of the ’Guardian God’ feels too abrupt."
"In this increasingly twisted realm, filled with more terrifying monsters and more enigmatic forces—the ’Lost Heaven’—is it truly possible for a deity to remain rational and offer blessings to a village of ordinary people?"
"Hopefully, it’s just overthinking."
Yang Qizhou took another sip of cola, feeling his turbulent emotions slightly settle, and shifted his attention back to his phone.
He believed,
Whatever crossed his mind, the ga character would surely co to realize as well.
The ga continued.
...
"The village chief’s residence is not rudintary, but neither is it as grand as imagined."
"Under the guidance of the ’Village Guardian,’ you arrive at the main hall, seated in the guest area, where soone has already poured water and placed it at your right hand."
"So, there’s a tradition of serving water to guests even in this world?"
"Your thoughts wander, reminiscing about the world before crossing over, and for a mont, you feel emotional."
"Of course, you have no intention of drinking the water, maintaining basic vigilance towards the ’Ancient Village.’ The millennia-old predictions and the abruptness of the ’Guardian God’ both instill a sense of dissonance within you."
"Not to ntion that ’Fate’ had this to say..."
"Even the village chief might kill you."
"As you ponder this, an old man pushes the door open and walks in."
"The ’Village Guardian’ quickly stands up and says:"
"Traveler from a distant world, savior of Lost Heaven, foretold one, great Black Breaker, bearer of the light that will bring redemption to the ’Land of Truth,’ this is our village chief."
"You’re bewildered by the lengthy string of titles, unable to even scrutinize the village chief properly. Instinctively, you ask... When did I acquire so many nas?"
"But the titles are quite fitting, aren’t they? A traveler from a distant world."
"A gentle voice replies, not from the Village Guardian, but from the newly arrived village chief. He sits beside you, appearing calm, though a trace of excitent flickers deep within his eyes."
"A broad forehead, prominent nose, pale skin, relatively few wrinkles though not entirely absent, dressed in a white Divine Robe—this appearance is quite deceptive."
"You scrutinize him secretly, disinclined to waste ti in the Ancient Village, and state your purpose directly..."
"Village Chief, savior of Lost Heaven, foretold one, bearer of the redeeming light—all this feels too distant for at the mont. Right now, I only wish to cross the ’River of Death’ and humbly seek your assistance."
"Of course, aiding the savior in reaching the divine throne has always been the purpose of the Ancient Village’s existence. It’s also the reason we’ve continued under the blessing of the ’Guardian God’ until now."
"The process seems promising; the village chief agrees readily."
"Rather than feeling relieved, however, you frown, keenly discerning the underlying implications of his words."
"Village Chief, if I may ask—does the Guardian God protect the Ancient Village because of the ’Prediction’?"
"Unable to suppress your curiosity, you ask outright."
"The village chief’s kindly face freezes for a fleeting mont but quickly recovers. He first dismisses the Village Guardian, then passionately explains..."
"Absolutely, this savior’s prediction was passed down by the ’Guardian God.’ It said that one day, outsiders would step onto this land. The Guardian God is hope, light, and the deliverer. They will seek help from the Ancient Village, and before the day of prophecy arrives, the Ancient Village must remain untouched by any terror or corruption."
"You analyze the description but find nothing amiss, so you ask further... What kind of deity is the Guardian God, and what is Their full, true na?"
"The ’Guardian God’ is simply the ’Guardian God.’ What else could it be?"
"The village chief’s matter-of-fact expression speaks volus."
"It’s apparent that this isn’t the village chief being dismissive. In his eyes, the ’Guardian God’ is simply the ’Guardian God.’ There’s never been a clear understanding of this deity who blesses the Ancient Village."
"Was it overlooked?"
"Or is this influenced in so way by the ’Guardian God’ itself?"
"Since these are rely suspicions without any concrete evidence, you set the matter aside temporarily and get to the most pressing question..."
"Village Chief, how can I cross the river?"
"The village chief, evidently prepared for this, answers with a cheerful smile... Crossing the river requires a ’boat.’ Conveniently, there’s a wooden boat docked at the mountain behind the village. The savior may take it directly."
"You’re sowhat incredulous... That simple?"
"The village chief, perplexed, responds... Why would crossing a river be difficult?"
"After a pause, the village chief elaborates... Every month, villagers use the wooden boat to cross the river and hunt on the other side, a tradition sustained for thousands of years. It’s certainly reliable."
...
Can it really be that easy? Yang Qizhou lit a cigarette, frowning deeply.
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