Old Day 213 - Old Day 287, Age of Knights. People admired knight duels to determine the ownership of fiefs and slaves.
Old Day 287 - Old Day 328, Undersea Age. The rfolk of Atlantis encountered explorers from the land, sparking a sea-land war.
When Su Ming’an ca to his senses, ti had already reached Old Day 300, a hundred years passing like the blink of an eye in his view.
Over the years, he has been called a Deity by people, with various texts and murals depicting his image, and countless poems of praise written about him.
As the world grew ever vaster, it beca increasingly difficult to find Yuanyuan, and he ceased to be obsessed with looking for her. If he happened to et her by chance, he would watch from a distance, and if not for a hundred years, he believed she would have her own life.
As Su Ming’an traversed the continent, teaching techniques to various countries, he gradually felt the people’s fervor towards him. Gothic church buildings began to be constructed, Babel Towers reaching the sky, painted altars carved...
Those who had spoken with him were elected as "Bishop," "Shaman," and "Pope," who in turn selected "Priests," "Knights," and "Pastors"... With the intervention of the Royal Family, it underscored the Divine Right of Kings, even forming armies nad "Church Army" and "Holy Alliance Army."
Human desire for power always left him marveling.
Old Day 310, Su Ming’an rested in a town that once housed the tribe of Xiao Yue and Xiao Si. The forr tribe had transford into a walled city, with yellow mud paving over bluestone bricks, and tribal warriors had evolved into armored soldiers.
The sense of ti’s passage was astounding.
Perhaps if he wandered around, he might encounter Xiao Si’s descendants, but they wouldn’t rember their grandmother from a hundred years ago.
"...Thank you for your guidance, I will rember the knowledge you have bestowed upon ."
Su Ming’an casually gave a child a book on navigation, and the child imdiately turned serious.
Su Ming’an was curious: "Do you know who I am?"
"Even though you never show your face, only God dares to wear a black robe in this world. If anyone else dared to imitate your attire, the Church would surely capture and burn them. So, it must be you," the child replied.
Su Ming’an realized. He thought he disguised himself well, but it turned out the black robe had long beco his symbol.
"What’s your na?" Su Ming’an asked casually.
"My na is Wag, the child of a gardener." The child’s eyes were bright: "My wish is to make life better for everyone in the town, to let everyone live in prosperity..."
"Hmm." Su Ming’an was not particularly attentive. He had seen countless such children, who would quickly fade from his mory.
He embarked on his journey once more.
... When will ti slow down again?
Ten years, several decades, or a hundred years? Without Yuanyuan by his side, his perception of ti turned into a muddled ss, as if a blink would span an era, and a turn could witness the rise and fall of a kingdom.
He vaguely felt that the surrounding architectural styles began to look increasingly familiar...
Old Day 328, he returned to the town and suddenly found that the child who once spoke to him had grown up into a Bishop.
A Bishop of about thirty stood in front of the church, drooping his brows, commanding the soldiers.
"... Couldn’t capture the Foknus Viscount’s child? Only killing the parents, what a pity, that child has the aura of a Witch; if caught, perhaps we could exchange for quite a fortune," the Bishop sighed regretfully at the severed heads presented by the soldiers: "Keep capturing, until the Witch is caught."
"Bishop, we don’t even know who the Witch is," the priest said quietly.
"Capture according to the list, you’ll find them eventually, and even if not, helping the Royal Family remove these nobles is not a loss..." The Bishop’s face had long lost its vitality from childhood, replaced by the numbness of adulthood.
Su Ming’an stood silently for a while, his black robe lding into the shadows.
People’s faith in the Deity had reached extre fervor, such that even a gardener’s child, having spoken to the Deity, could rise to the position of Bishop, above thousands of others.
—He finally realized which era he had stepped into.
...
Old Day 328 - Old Day 398, The Witch Age. People had an extre zeal for their faith in the Deity, sparking religious wars, with the Church capturing heretics in the na of the Witch. Blackberry Kennit, adopted by the Supre Mage, proclaid himself Emperor, intent on uniting the world.
...
And the na Blackberry had before being wiped out was...
Foknus Xili.
It turned out that Su Ming’an’s interaction with the gardener’s son indirectly led to the demise of the Blackberry family.
...
[(Her robes fluttered like clouds in the sky)]
[(Her steps light as dewdrops on a lotus leaf)]
[(Witch—oh Witch)]
[(Under the song of the Nightingale—Xili saw the most beautiful light)]
[(Was she... an Angel?)]
...
The cycles of reincarnation were too many, each life ended with a decisive suicide; sotis Xiao Ying would beco forgetful, not rembering who he was.
In this life, he was born as the only son of the Foknus family, Xili. The Bishop sent soldiers to kill his parents.
Covered in blood, as he crawled towards the door—
A witch draped in a black robe stood in the light, helping him kill the pursuers.
"Thank you for saving ..." he said gratefully.
"No need to thank , you can call the Supre Mage," the Nightingale on the witch’s shoulder spoke.
Xiao Ying was startled for a mont, looked at the witch, then at the Nightingale... What was going on? The Nightingale was the Supre Mage? Then who was the witch...
The Nightingale cawed: "I am the Supre Mage. The female body beside is my magical construct, controlled by a supre power, interlinking the causality of past and future."
Xiao Ying said, "Then I shall address you as Supre Mage, and this witch as Angel. Is that okay?"
The Nightingale said, "Of course it’s okay, it was her master who wanted to save you, not ."
Xiao Ying asked, "Why doesn’t that supre power appear personally, but acts through this witch’s body? How can I see that supre power with my own eyes?"
"Well. That’s the difference between dream patrol and reality, because the ga’s storyline needs it! You can’t just conjure up a character out of thin air." The Nightingale said, "I’m actually the most tired one, okay? Even though I’m the Supre Mage, I have to create a magical construct’s body for the player... Hmph."
...
[Su Ming’an’s perspective soared, realizing the ga was not in first-person view, but rather had a slightly top-down angle. He could control the mage.]
[A Nightingale suddenly perched on the mage’s shoulder. It had a beautiful set of black feathers, its eyes the color of rubies.]
[Newbie guide text appeared in Su Ming’an’s vision: Please guide the mage, moving forward.]
[Banana: Who are you?]
[Nightingale: You don’t rember ? I’m your magical construct, your good partner! From now on, let guide your adventure!]
...
So it was.
The Nightingale was the real Supre Mage, while the Banana Witch was its magical construct. In the Dream Patrol ga, for player imrsion, the blocking chanism was at play, making players think the Banana Witch was the Supre Mage, easing their control.
"Is the supre being male or female?" Xiao Ying glanced at the poised and beautiful witch and couldn’t help but ask.
"Of course... cough, of course she’s female!" Nightingale would never admit its quirky taste; actually, it could totally create a male sorcerer’s body.
At this mont, the witch’s lips emitted a lodious voice: "What’s your na?"
Xiao Ying was stunned for a mont. Nightingale hurriedly said, "Answer her! The supre being is asking you!"
Xiao Ying said, "So, the conversation between you and ..."
Nightingale said, "The supre being can’t hear the conversation between you and ! The Dream Patrol has a blocking chanism; it leaves only the most fitting storyline of the ga settings, so just answer her properly!"
Xiao Ying nodded and looked at the witch. Despite her stiff movents, there was a great power behind her that he couldn’t reach.
He answered her question.
...
[Banana: What’s your na?]
[Boy: The Foknus Family has perished. From now on, I have no na. Please give one, angel.]
[Banana: ...Uh, I’m not an angel, just a sorcerer. You can call Banana. You can also choose your own na.]
[Boy: You are called Banana, looking golden, like warm light. Then I shall be called Blackberry.]
...
He gave himself the na "Blackberry."
To match with this life-saving benefactor.
They walked through the wilderness, Nightingale complaining incessantly: "The supre being grabbed my skill bar and clicked madly. He only needs to move his fingers, but it’s my magic power!"
Xiao Ying showed an embarrassed but polite smile. The supre being would borrow the witch’s body to cast skills; the witch was a magical creation of Nightingale, and of course, the witch couldn’t use skills, so in the end, Nightingale had to cast the skills herself.
...
[Su Ming’an clicked madly on the skill bar, and all the knights fell to the ground. Although the sorcerer’s Combat Power isn’t strong, Banana is a Supre Mage, dealing with a group of knights is not a problem.]
He wouldn’t realize that the one truly casting skills was Nightingale, not Banana.
...
"To that supre being, is this just a ga?" Xiao Ying asked.
"Well, more or less. What will be presented to him will be the most streamlined plot and dialogue; the nonsense between you and is like a blocked word, it won’t appear at all! In his eyes, you are an obedient child." Nightingale said.
"My life... is her ga." Xiao Ying said.
"It’s all to rescue the world, so relax." Nightingale said.
...
Ti passed rapidly.
In Olden Day 329, Blackberry beca a lord of a city.
In Olden Day 330, Blackberry controlled nurous cities.
By Olden Day 333, Blackberry declared himself king. He launched a war to conquer the Continent, unified coins and asures, and stopped the religious practice of burning witches.
In Olden Day 334, Blackberry built an airship to search for the supre being.
By Olden Day 341, the na of Blackberry the tyrant spread across the Continent. Future generations don’t know how they will evaluate Kennit the Great Emperor, whether it will be for his achievent of awakening thought, or condemning him for the brutality of launching wars.
In Olden Day 342, Blackberry Kennit stood at the Abyss of Netherworld.
...
Blackberry leaned against the abyss. Aside from the first few encounters, he never saw the supre being again, she didn’t seem to care about this ga. Now, he was cornered.
"Angel! Angel! I completed the trial you set! So many people woken from ignorance, I’ve done it, can’t you—can’t you et —" he tried desperately to call out.
He had awakened countless minds, made people believe there’s no witch in this world. But... why... the supre being still hasn’t appeared?
He knew there was a dinsion wall between them. No matter how he shouted, unless she put on the Dream Patrol Helt, she absolutely wouldn’t hear him.
So, until the very last mont, until he fell into the abyss,
—The angel did not co.
But if he had a chance, he would still go through fire and water for the angel... lifeti after lifeti.
With such thoughts at the end.
At the age of twenty-six, Blackberry Kennit closed his eyes forever.
At this mont, he suddenly rembered who he was, like a revolving lantern, countless mories surged...
"I seem to..." he whispered:
"Rember it..."
He fell into the abyss.
...
With further developnt of dical technology, the witch executions lasting almost a hundred years finally ceased. People began to realize that the source of the plague was not witches, but sothing called "virus."
In Olden Day 398, The Witch Age ended.
Olden Day 398 to Olden Day 438, Age of Talisman. The academic atmosphere in the East flourished, with nations bowing in respect.
Olden Day 439 to Olden Day 478, Magical Age. The magic winds of the West received feedback from the East, and Eastern and Western cultures rged.
Olden Day 479 to Olden Day 511, Age of Faith. People discovered "emotion" as the source of strength, the power system of Matrix Orders was initially ford.
Olden Day 512, Steam Age.
—The long-traveling Su Ming’an t the girl with purple eyes once again.
When he reached Burg Castle, the girl was sweeping snow. Although she was in a black-robed god form rather than a detective, she instantly recognized him.
"Detective, why have you returned already, less than half a year? I’ve just finished learning sword skills; according to your daily schedule, I was going to work next..." Alice said in surprise, putting down the broom: "I’ll brew tea for you, and there’s Spring Heart Cookies..."
Ti seed to freeze into eternity.
Su Ming’an walked over and gently embraced her.
She was a bit surprised, until he softly said:
"No need to learn sword anymore... you don’t like swords, so we won’t learn. We’ll go to the lake together to watch the scenery, fireworks. And the little ink cat...
"You can learn whatever you want... painting is fine, playing the piano is fine, you’re no longer forced to be the ’Protagonist’..."
He seed to be warming with her, yet also trying to hold onto sothing.
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