T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 291, page 290: The World's First and Last Fairy
At the beginning of the world, a die landed on the ground.

At that moment, the world Chen Shaoyu lived in embraced a future devoid of magic.

The extraordinary possibilities wither and fade away.

Through long development and evolution, life grows and evolves, and the world nurtures the creatures in their cradles, guiding them step by step forward and awakening their wisdom.

However, the withered and dying seedlings miraculously began to sprout new life.

A decaying, weakened body, with all its might, gave birth to a life.

He awoke from a hazy state, a child abandoned by the world.
"According to your calendar, that was 202 BC."

The Chu-Han Contention has come to an end.

"On the distant other side, the Second Punic War will also come to an end."

Chen Shaoyu asked, "Where is he?"

"Yunnan, with its lush tropical rainforests."

In a remote and isolated place, the only and last fairy was born silently, experiencing a world that did not welcome him.

"Why is this happening?" Chen Shaoyu asked, puzzled.

“We’ve seen some worlds like this on our long journey,” Candlelight smiled. “To put it romantically, it’s another possible echo of the world.”

"To describe it in your profession, it's like... the world has a bug."

Chen Shaoyu suddenly realized.

"After becoming a world without magic, the code wasn't completely removed, and the possibility of a magical world also became part of the underlying code."

"As time went on, it inexplicably began to respond to instructions from the world's processes and start running?"

"Uh……"

On the contrary, Candlelight was a little confused, but fortunately, she had excellent comprehension skills.

"A very apt metaphor."

Chen Shaoyu scratched his head: "But the operating environment doesn't allow it, does it? How can it survive in this world without magic?"

When the Great Oxidation Event strikes, it is also the end of anaerobic life.

As a possibility in a magical world, even if a fairy is born, if this world lacks a suitable environment, it will be no different from an ordinary person.

If it appeared in the outside world, it would probably be regarded as a monster or anomaly by humans.

Chen Shaoyu suddenly froze. He looked up at the candlelight and thought of a problem he had always overlooked.

Does the extraordinary power wielded by Candlelight originate from her energy core as a puppet, or...?

“It seems you guessed it.” Candlelight nodded. “Apart from a method I cannot speak of, in order to avoid a conflict between Yuu and the world consciousness that occurred during the Temple of the Clarity incident, I borrowed the magic that already existed.”

"As I said before, your world is very special. The initial possibilities did not disappear as the world made its choice, but sank to a depth that you cannot observe."

"The primordial sea of ​​magic still exists, which is the main reason why fairies can be born."

The candlelight added: "All the worlds I can reach are similar to the homeland of my Lord."

Chen Shaoyu was truly dumbfounded.

"Wait, wait a minute."

He recalled the otherworldly place that Candlelight had visited not long ago, a place where martial artists and chivalrous people existed. After experiencing the infusion of "spiritual energy," they began to search for ways to master and utilize spiritual energy.

This history is only thirty years old.

The candlelight understood his thoughts once again and affirmed them in advance.

"That's right, this possibility also exists in your world."

Chen Shaoyu felt a little numb.

He never imagined that his daily life was the result of the collaborative efforts and stable operation of a massive mountain of code.

Beneath the magnificent picture constructed by modern civilization lies a volcano that could erupt violently at any moment.

It may leak and explode tomorrow, or it may never wake up and remain asleep forever.

Deeply shocked, he opened the refrigerator and gulped down two bottles of cola. Remembering that there was still candlelight, he handed over a bottle as well.

This time she accepted it, without any of the unpleasant, unapproachable feeling that the monster had.

"Let's continue talking about fairies."

Chen Shaoyu took a deep breath. His thoughts had become numb from being repeatedly bombarded, so he decided to get to the bottom of it.

He named himself, [woo].

"Woo?"

"The first sound he uttered upon being born into this unfamiliar world, and from that moment on, he instinctively took that name."

Chen Shaoyu was puzzled: "Is he a pediatrician who is completely isolated from civilization?"

"Zhang Yu?" Candlelight was taken aback.

"Oh, so you're illiterate."

He memorized the new words by candlelight while shaking his head.

"He's not the wolf child you think he is. Remember when I told you how amazing the fairy race is?"

From the moment the fairy "Woo" gained consciousness, it slowly and continuously learned the common knowledge of many civilizations that existed in the same world and were born under the choice of no magic.

Despite the fragmented and incoherent information, it does not prevent it from perceiving the world beneath its feet.

In this process, as his wisdom gradually matured, he finally understood a cruel truth.

He is the only child born from the possibility of magic.

There were no clansmen, no companions.

The fragmented information echoed in his mind, allowing him to feel the changes in human history, the development of civilization, and the joys and sorrows that erupted from bloodshed, separation, and death.

The blossoming and entanglement of life, like a steel blade, slashes at him who understands emotions but cannot possess them.

A scene flashed through Chen Shaoyu's mind.

As the sun sets, birds return to their nests in the forest.

In the damp rainforest, the small animals retreated to their little burrows to huddle together for warmth before the nocturnal large animals could touch them.

Wu sat on the treetop, watching the distant sunset gradually being swallowed by the churning sea of ​​night. Darkness surged across the sky like a tide, washing away the last glimmer of light.

The world was immersed in boundless tranquility, all was silent.

The occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of grass blades in the wind added to the ambiance.

Fragments of information from distant human civilizations, along with common sense, flow into my mind; perhaps it's a warm family of three discussing this year's harvest.

Perhaps it's the warm laughter of a child when they snuggle up to their parents and get a hug.

Hmm, what might she be thinking?
Will he hate the world that gave him a place but did not welcome him?

Would they therefore despise the civilization born in a world without magic, and hate humanity that possesses a complete world?

Seeing Chen Shaoyu staring blankly into space, Zhu Huo stood up.

"Let's go."

"go……"

Before he could even ask "Where to?", the candlelight grabbed his hand, and the surrounding light and shadows danced by.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, Chen Shaoyu, embraced by civilization, experienced a moment of tranquility.

Like a night breeze blowing from the depths of time, the trees are gently caressed, and the slightly damp leaves sway in unison, creating a continuous, intoxicating "wave" that seeps into the heart.

Take a deep breath; the air is fresh and clean, and the moist, earthy smell soothes the mind.

The hustle and bustle of the world has been cleansed.

Deep in the rainforest, a candle flickers as a hand reaches forward, and a sudden light appears.

An ancient, robust, towering tree comes into view.

It was so huge, like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

The tree trunk is covered with emerald green moss, and its thick roots rise from the ground like the tentacles of an octopus, spreading in all directions.

Chen Shaoyu subconsciously muttered "Impossible."

He stepped back a few paces, but the tree's crown was still not visible; it stood out from the rest of the trees by a size and height far exceeding that of the surrounding trees.

If it truly exists, what about the literature? No, the marketing accounts will swarm to report on it. In our understanding, such enormous trees only existed during the era when insects reigned supreme.

"Normally, people cannot see it. Only those who understand the existence of magic can glimpse a corner where the two rules intersect."

"'Woo' commotion, as it departed, catalyzed the trees beneath it, allowing them to merge into a deeper sea of ​​primordial magic."

Chen Shaoyu was taken aback, then suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"What if the Sea of ​​Primordial Magic were to come into complete contact with our current world..."

"The idea that your world's literature calls a spiritual revival will become a reality."

Gazing at the ancient trees reaching for the sky, Chen Shaoyu murmured, "Hmm, can he open the gate to the revival of magic?"

The candlelight said, "The possibility is not high, but..."

"can."

Once upon a time, the world's familiar daily routines, the established order, and the splendid heritage of civilization could crumble in the blink of an eye.

The world rolled the first die, but unintentionally left behind the dice and the gambling table.

An ant crawled onto the table, learned the rules, and discovered the dice.

With persistent effort, one can seize the opportunity to gamble and change everything.

why not?
This is not his world, but a paradise for "anaerobic organisms".

“He had contact with humans,” Candlelight said. “The first time was in 1278.”

"Did he leave a record?"

"Wu's physical body is dead, but as a fairy, it is itself a carrier of information, and the remaining marks can be deciphered."

“Let’s continue talking about the contact,” Chen Shaoyu said curiously. “There are no related strange stories or anecdotes recorded in our history.”

1278... What kind of year is that?
Modern people would have to go to great lengths to reach the depths of the rainforest, but back then, the only reason people came here, besides digging for herbs and hunting, was that they could only think of one other possibility.

"Escape from disaster."

The candlelight confirmed his guess.

War forces people to leave their homes, and to escape the chaos of war, some become wild men in the vast mountains.

I witnessed the refugees, like lost souls, wandering through the fertile yet perilous rainforest.

Miasma and illness tormented their bodies.

A child accidentally ingested a poisonous plant, fainted, and was on the verge of death.

The father's heart-wrenching cries were heartbreaking.

He catalyzes the growth of detoxifying herbs, making them sparkle and attract attention.

"May the gods protect us, may the gods protect us."

The constant chanting of praises is one of the few connections Wu has with people in this world.

Just from the description of the candlelight, Chen Shaoyu could imagine the father's devout appearance as he prayed and gave thanks to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"Can't he leave this place?"

"It didn't work at first. He left twice, but the marks left by the magic have disappeared, and no one knows where he went."

The candlelight gently caresses the tree, allowing one to feel the marks left by time.

In the very end, I returned to this place.

They returned to their birthplace, peacefully awaiting the end of their lives.

As the only child in the world with magic, his story is quite ordinary and unremarkable.

Atop the towering treetops, I gaze into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, sunrise and sunset, the stars shift and the seasons change.

In the blink of an eye, spring has gone and autumn has come.

Day after day, year after year, wandering deep into the rainforest.

Judging from his willingness to help humans, he doesn't seem to dislike them.

Candlelight said that in the final stages of his life, he gradually came to understand the mysteries of the Primordial Magic Sea. He realized and learned how to use magic to a limited extent in a magic-free environment without being harmed by it.

In a world where magic doesn't exist, alas, they are no different from gods.

If he wanted, he could walk up to the gambling table and roll the dice.

But the distant marks left by the magic indicate that he used two types of magic, the largest of which.

One method is to catalyze a fruit tree to bear a variety of fruits—even those fruits that should have been planted on the ground and hung on a vine.

One fruit tree, hundreds of kinds of fruit, a dazzling array.

This is magic he created to please himself.

The second kind of magic...

The candlelight helped Chen Shaoyu put on the ring.

"Snap your fingers at the leaves."

Chen Shaoyu was puzzled, yet secretly hopeful.

The moment the fingers snapped, a cool breeze gently caressed every leaf and swept across the treetops.

Invisible ripples spread, intimately interacting with the lush vegetation of the rainforest, and echoes from all directions flowed into the ears with a soft "rustling" sound.

It was as if the entire rainforest had come alive, responding to his call.

Chen Shaoyu got goosebumps.

At that moment, he understood what kind of scene the power of the Lord of the Forest in fantasy novels was—the power that could make the sea of ​​trees rejoice.

The spellcasting process is not complicated. The spell formula already contained in the ring can be triggered by snapping the fingers with the candlelight. It is a simple way to activate magic, binding the spellcasting action with the mobilization of magic power.

"I made it using fragments of magic left over from the 'oo'."

Chen Shaoyu hesitated for a moment, then asked with a heavy heart, "When did he leave?"

"1381."

"More than 600 years have passed, can it still leave a trace?"

"He is the only one, without any chaotic magical information interfering, everything is very clear."

What was he doing at the end of his life?

The candlelight picked up a leaf.

"Eat the leaves."

Wu particularly enjoys gnawing on leaves; the vast rainforest is like his canteen, and the long passage of time gives him ample opportunity to savor the flavor of each tree.

According to Candlelight, he could clearly feel his physical condition.

The magic that sustained his existence began to leak out, making him unstable and dangerous.

To prevent his death from becoming a magical accident in a world without magic, he took out leaf specimens accumulated over a thousand years, placed them beside the tree roots, and made a small nest.

After eating and drinking to its heart's content, Wu poured out its magic power to catalyze the growth of the trees.

He had wanted this final masterpiece to be laden with fruit, but the magic no longer allowed him to perform any more precise operations.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu's thoughts plunged into darkness as he drained himself of all his magic.

"Suicide...?" Chen Shaoyu was momentarily dazed.

"The older he got, the harder it was for him to control his magic, and he realized the danger he posed to the world."

Born under the rules of a magical world, he has never been welcomed by this world.

Even so, he lived his life quietly and peacefully.

Even at the very end, she maintained the gentleness befitting a fairy.

As he spoke, Zhu Huo patted Chen Shaoyu on the shoulder.

"When I returned to this world and saw you with a troubled face, exhausted by that power, I immediately thought of Wu."

"You look a lot like him."

(End of this chapter)