I Am God!

Storage wonderland.

The golden sunshine shines on the golden beach, even the waves of the sea are glowing with gold, and the hundred-meter-high flower trees glow with brilliant rainbows in the sunshine.

Everything tells others that this place does not belong to the human world.

This is wonderland.

The puppet Olan's wheelchair rolled slowly along the slope to the rainbow tree. It looked at the tree hole of the rainbow tree, waited for a while, and finally the wheelchair slid away again.

The next day, it came again.

Sometimes it comes by itself, and sometimes San Rafael pushes it.

It has been waiting for Tut to reply to it, but the letter never came.

"Why didn't you come?"

"Have you forgotten?"

San Rafael didn't think too much: "Old Tut must be very busy and has a lot to do."

The puppet Olan teased him: "He must be so old and confused that he forgot to reply to my letter."

The puppet Olan decided to write another letter to Old Tut, asking him how he was doing recently and how his textile machine manufacturing workshop was doing.

"Send another letter!"

The doll Oran wrote a letter and dropped it into the hole of the rainbow tree. Although the rainbow tree in the Storage Wonderland is not used to send and receive letters, it also has such a function.

The letter is sent to the stationery wonderland and then cast into the distance.

But this letter could not find its destination.

finally.

Was returned.

Under the rainbow tree, Oran, the puppet lying in a wheelchair, couldn't help but reach out and take the letter.

He looked at the letter with no sign of being opened, and then looked at San Rafael.

"The letter was not delivered and was returned?"

"What means?"

Saint Raphael looked at the letter and said nothing.

As a clan of dreams.

As a messenger of the gods.

No one understands better than them what it means when a letter is not delivered.

Saint Raphael did not dare to talk to the puppet Oran, so he could only say: "The messenger did not find Old Tut!"

The puppet Oran then asked: "What does it mean that Tut was not found."

Saint Raphael finally couldn't help but cry out: "He is already dead."

Doll Olan: "Dead?"

The sobbing of the forest fairy became louder and louder. Unlike the doll Oran, she had a very short-term understanding of death.

She has never learned to say goodbye to life.

"Living life will be directly connected to the source. It is impossible for the messenger on duty in the Kingdom of Creation to find it."

"As long as the person is alive, the letter will not be returned."

"I will always wait for the other party to receive it."

"He may have transformed into a lantern and entered the kingdom of the God of Alchemy and Desire, or it may be that the dream of life has not yet entered the dreamy star sea."

After death.

You can choose to go to a country where you believe in gods, and your gods will come to pick you up.

You can also choose to enter the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

That is the destination arranged by the Creator for ordinary sentient beings and civilization.

Of course, there is another possibility, that even the dream of life is shattered and fails to enter the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

Ordinary people are incapable of doing this kind of thing, and powerful people below the myth level can hardly break the rules and leave other people's dreams of life behind. Only powerful people themselves can do this kind of thing.

but.

Who would destroy their dream of life?

The puppet Oran looked at Saint Raphael, and there was no emotion in his gem-encrusted eyes.

Then he mechanically turned his head and looked at the tree hole again without saying a word.

Saint Raphael finally couldn't help it and burst into tears.

"he left."

"Then there's no coming back."

Saint Raphael has long understood that the farewell of a mortal is completely different from the farewell of a forest fairy.

she knows.

Mortals say goodbye.

It’s the final farewell.

But this farewell came too soon.

As if turning around and waving goodbye.

The man's figure had disappeared into the sunlight.

Can't be seen anymore.

The puppet Oran took his letter and quietly returned to the White Tower of Exile.

It walked into the hut where Old Tut once lived and walked around, often stopping in front of the steps that Old Tut had blocked him several times.

He came to the Tower Spirit School when he was very young.

It is a genius of the Tower Spirit School and has become a third-level powerful person at a young age.

It is very similar to the teacher, and it also desires and pursues the so-called Talling Mystery.

The only difference is.

The teacher is already very old, but it was very young at that time; the teacher doesn’t have much time left, but it still has a lot of time to pursue the mysteries of the Talling.

A great goal is usually built over generations, measured in hundreds of years.

Most people are just tower builders.

And it is impossible to become a person who reaches for the stars.

People always say that opportunities should be left to the next generation, but who doesn’t want to be the one who picks up the stars?

The teacher was too anxious. He didn't want to wait for the future that he couldn't see.

What he wants is a future that he can grasp immediately.

He wants to be the one who reaches for the stars.

The puppet Oran witnessed the establishment of this white tower with his own eyes. This tower was built to pursue the mysteries of the tower spirit and for their dreams.

And finally.

But it became the tomb of their death and the tomb of their dreams.

It has thought many times about what it would have chosen if it had been a teacher at that time.

"Would I choose to be the one who laid the foundation?"

"Or do you want to become a star-achiever at all costs?"

It had tacitly approved of the teacher's experiment, at least without explicitly rejecting it.

at that moment.

The answer is already there.

It got up from the wheelchair and stood under the white tower.

For the first time, it saw itself so clearly.

It saw its teacher and the shadow of its former self, with their backs to each other, and behind them was the white tower and the hovering evil spirits.

Oran the puppet held out his hand.

Touching the shadow standing with the teacher in its eyes.

"It wasn't a mistake I made."

"I'm guilty."

"Old Tut is right. I am guilty. The teacher and I are the same person."

"Like him, I am not willing to be a founder. We just want to be the most dazzling people in the world and be successful people who pick up the stars."

"We are not dreaming for everyone, nor are we pursuing the mysteries of the Taling School for generations."

"us……"

"Just for your own dreams, just for your brightest self."

"We blind ourselves to this, and we try to take impossible shortcuts."

The doll Oran admitted for the first time that he and his teacher had committed the same crime, and faced his own heart.

Finally, it lowered its head and said.

"Tut!"

"I'm sorry."

The doll came to the forest fairy.

tell her.

"I'm leaving."

Saint Raphael was not surprised, she seemed to have known Oran would come.

But she disagreed.

In her eyes, the doll Oran will be like Tut,

leave.

And then never come back.

Saint Raphael, the forest fairy, found various reasons to tell the puppet Oran that it should not leave here, but that it should stay here.

"Olan!"

"You can't even walk. Every time you move, Elena's heart will erode you a little more, eventually turning you into a real doll."

"A doll that can't talk."

"The outside world is too dangerous, I shouldn't let Tut leave."

San Rafael bit his lip: "He left us, truly left us."

Saint Raphael regretted that she had let Tut leave, which was why Tut died.

she thought.

If Tut had stayed in the Storage Wonderland, they could have lived happily together forever.

Doll Olan: "Isn't this what mortal life is like?"

"Birth, growth, aging."

"It's been eroded by time little by little."

"at last."

"Die."

"Whether it is eroded by time or eroded by the power of Elena's heart, it is actually the same."

Oran the doll told the woodland nymph.

As a mortal, as an ordinary snake man.

"Lord Saint Raphael."

"You are the fairy in the forest and the messenger of the gods. In your eyes, life is a long river with an end that cannot be seen. By your side are the gods who are indelible in time."

"But, we are not."

The puppet Oran looked at the rainbow tree, watching the petals of the rainbow tree fall and blow into the sea: "The life in our eyes is the flowers and leaves on the tree."

"It is born on a tree, but eventually it falls."

“Blowed by the wind and fell into dust.”

"Covered with dirt."

"Ablative corrosion."

"Returned into nourishment for the tree."

The puppet Olan stood in front of the forest fairy. It wanted to show a smile and tell mortals that birth and death are just a normal part of life.

Let San Rafael not care and let her go.

But the steel face made it unable to convey any emotion, and even the voice was cold.

"This is my destiny."

"A mortal's fate."

"Compared with death, isn't it quite romantic to become a real doll?"

"Maybe then I can really come back to you and become a real doll, sitting next to you forever."

When Saint Rafael heard Oran say this, he immediately shook his head.

She couldn't accept it and shouted at Oran.

"No!"

"I don't want you to say that."

"I don't want you like that, I don't want a doll like that."

Saint Raphael was angry and sad.

"I do not miss you……"

"Become such a doll."

San Rafael looked at her doll with a sad expression on her face, and she said while holding back tears.

"That's not my doll."

Doll Olan: "What's the difference between letting me stay and letting me become a real doll?"

San Rafael asked it: "Can I go with you?"

The puppet Oranli passed through the kingdom of the two gods and heard many rumors about the gods, secrets that should not be known to mortals.

Forest fairies are born with the mission given by the master of dreams. They are messengers of the gods only when they carry out their mission and complete their mission.

When they have no mission, they are no longer God’s messengers.

No longer superior.

The doll Oran rejected her: "You can't give up your mission. This storage wonderland is your dream and what you want to do."

"You've worked so hard to get here."

"You shouldn't give up these things for me."

The puppet Oran stretched out his hand, wanting to comfort Saint Raphael.

But in the end, I gave up.

it says.

"You are the messenger of the gods, and you have your mission and responsibilities."

"When you start to interfere in human conflicts, you are no longer the messenger of the gods."

Saint Raphael looked at the puppet Oran, and she understood that she could no longer prevent Oran from leaving.

She had actually known about Saint Raphael for a long time, but she didn't know that the separation would come so suddenly.

Saint Raphael couldn't help but shed tears.

The puppet Oran told Saint Raphael: "When we mortals say goodbye, we say goodbye with a smile."

"and."

"When you smile, you are the most beautiful sight in the world I have ever seen."

Saint Raphael suddenly couldn't help laughing when he heard the puppet Oran say this.

The snot and tears stayed together, looking a little funny.

She was sad, but what Oran said made her a little happy.

then.

She just smiled and cried, looking at the puppet Oran.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally San Rafael asked it: "Are we still friends?"

Doll Oran: "Of course!"

San Rafael: “Forever?”

Doll Oran: "Of course."

Saint Raphael walked up to the puppet Olan, hugged it gently, and then stretched out his hand to aim at the heart of the puppet Olan.

The colored light flows into the heart of the doll Oran and turns into a polygonal barrier, binding the boundaries of the heart.

"I asked my friend to see the Cup of God."

"Olan!"

"You are not above the prop sequence of the God's Cup."

"The reason why you did not fall into madness is because you did not become a prop and your origin was not eroded; it may be because there is a certain threshold set in Elena's heart. Only those who reach this threshold can truly The power of merging it without you being truly recognized by her.”

"But I can't help you restore your original state. I am a creature from the dream world, and I don't know much about creatures of wisdom bloodline."

"The power of dreams is the power of the realm. I can help you seal it."

"As long as you don't break the seal, it won't erode you anymore."

"but."

"You can't easily use the power of Elena's heart. You can only use the remaining power of yours."

"Once you break the seal, the erosion will immediately start again, or even accelerate."

The puppet Oran looked at the colored light on his heart, as if he saw Saint Raphael protecting him.

"thank you."

"Lord Saint Raphael."

"I feel better this way, like you're holding my fragile heart so it doesn't explode."

This description made Saint Raphael break into tears and laugh: "Just call me Saint Raphael."

The doll Oran can finally stand up and walk freely.

It was dressed in alchemist robes and a pointed hat, and Saint Raphael gave him a pair of boots and gloves, which looked very suitable.

It said to Saint Raphael at the time of parting.

"Old Tut gave you a music box, but I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what I should give you."

"Because everything I own was given to me by you."

"Including this wheelchair."

Even Oran himself is a puppet of Saint Raphael.

San Rafael looked at the wheelchair she had been pushing the puppet Olan around, and suddenly remembered those old times.

She once used it to rush down the high tower with the puppet Oran, and then ran crookedly on the path, causing the puppet to bounce constantly.

That scene has become a thing of the past.

Thinking about the laughter I once had now makes me feel uncomfortable.

Because you're about to lose it.

San Rafael held his hand behind the wheelchair and seemed to be pushing Olan again.

She said to the puppet Oran.

"I left the wheelchair."

"I'll keep it forever."

She said again: "Forever."

The doll Olan was once an alchemist genius, but geniuses are always solitary, and he is also very strict with his words.

The more times like this, the less I know how to express myself.

"Thanks!"

"Thank you for your continued care, Saint Raphael."

San Rafael: "I don't like it when you thank me, it makes me feel strange."

The puppet Oran didn't know what to say.

Just like Saint Raphael's strange farewell, it also doesn't know how to say goodbye to people.

The doll stood by the sea and looked at the vast sea.

As the door to the Storage Wonderland opened, he saw the sunrise under the sea and the coastline in the distance, as well as the prosperous and busy human world.

Olan knew it was time to leave, but when he really wanted to leave, he looked confused.

It has been out of this world for too long.

The outside world is no longer the world it is familiar with.

The banishment of the White Tower and this isolated island has imprisoned it for too long, and it has even become accustomed to the life of imprisonment, treating this place as a world and everything.

When you lose your freedom for too long, you start to fear freedom.

The doll Oran stood on the beach for a long time.

But finally.

It still walked away.

Saint Raphael watched the puppet Olan leave, cross the illusory and hazy gate of fairyland, and disappear above the sea.

Now.

Now she is the only one left in the entire storage wonderland, along with a group of storage spirits.

Saint Raphael watched the door close completely and all the ripples calmed down.

Only one person pushed the wheelchair and slowly returned to the foot of the White Tower.

She pushed her wheelchair up the slope outside the White Tower little by little, but her tears kept falling.

She pushed, wiping her eyes with her hands.

If it is normal.

She will definitely cry loudly, wanting everyone to know her sadness, her joy, and her mood.

She never hides this.

But when she was left alone, she found that she was only sad.

She activated a storage compartment of her own and watched it open.

Then.

Pushing the wheelchair in, watching it seal up.

"Buzz buzz~"

In the storage compartment, there is a wheelchair and a small wooden box.

Look at these two things, look at the densely packed storage grids, and look at the things everyone has put in here.

San Rafael finally understood his duty.

She is a storage fairy.

She once thought that after becoming a storage fairy, she would have all the treasures in the world.

She felt that like that, she would be the richest person in the world and the most envied person.

But she suddenly understood at this moment.

Not everything can be called a treasure, and the treasures owned by everyone are completely different.

A real treasure.

Not because of its own preciousness, nor just because of its rarity, but because of the special meanings it carries.

Not reproducible.

Not copyable.

And she can completely leave behind those past and those memories.

Every item stored here is a treasure, precious or not.

——

Golden City.

The doll Olan walked for several days to get here, because its appearance was so special that he had to avoid crowds on the way.

It hitched a trailer carrying wood, and the Sailback Beast pulled the vehicle into the Golden City calmly.

People are coming and going on the street.

Olan couldn't help lowering the brim of his hat in the car, carefully looking at the scene in the city through the gaps between the wooden boards.

It uses its own eyes to search for comparable traces in its memory.

It cannot express its feelings.

With expectation, with uneasiness.

After all, in the Land of the Rising Sun, there is no such word as "hometown shyness".

Decades passed.

The Golden City has many shadows of its past, but in the eyes of the puppet Olan, there are more changes.

This is a city that he has lived in since he was a child, and it is also a city that he is completely unfamiliar with now.

at last.

It found a place called the Tut Textile Machine Building Workshop. The entire workshop was in chaos at the moment. Many people could be seen arguing and the craftsmen were at a loss.

"You haven't found the teacher yet?"

"Has anyone seen the teacher last? No one at the temple has seen him?"

"What about the workshop?"

"The teacher is nowhere to be seen, so you are just thinking about the workshop."

"Moorman, this is the teacher's hard work. How could we just watch it fail like this? What about the hydraulic spinning machine? Can we still build it?"

"Alsmer, I think you are..."

Several servant alchemists who had just been granted powers and had not even mastered the first divine technique were arguing fiercely at the moment and were about to start a fight.

The workers in the workshop quickly stopped them, but it could be seen that the atmosphere was very tense.

at this time.

A man walked out of the gate and came into the workshop.

This person immediately attracted everyone's attention, and many people even widened their eyes.

Because this person has no tail and wears a pair of black leather boots.

A young man walked up and asked, "Who are you?"

The man raised his head: "My name is Oran."

Under the pointed hat was a metal face, which frightened everyone present.

Many snake craftsmen backed away.

"What's this?"

"Iron...iron...iron man."

"Doll?"

"How can the doll talk?"

But some other people suddenly felt that the name Olan was very familiar, and after a long time they immediately realized that this was the close friend that Old Tut said.

A powerful alchemist from the Tower Spirit School.

A young man named Alsmo stepped forward and asked doubtfully: "Mr. Oran?"

He repeated again: "Mr. Oran from the Taling School?"

The doll walked up to him: "Do you know me?"

Alsmo nodded: "I heard the teacher talk about you."

The doll looked Alsmer up and down: "Are you Tut's student?"

Alsmer glanced at the people around him: "Not only me, but also Moorman, Guan, Stiya and the others."

Although the appearance of the doll Olan is a bit strange, according to Tut, the person in front of him is an alchemist with the power of an apostle.

It’s not surprising that such a powerful being has any kind of strange appearance.

And in the legend, shouldn't those apostles have the form of gods?

This is just right.

Doll Olan: "What are you doing? What happened recently?"

"I hadn't received a letter from Tut for a long time, and I sensed something might be wrong."

"That's why I came here to look for him."

Several Tut students reacted immediately, told the craftsmen in the workshop not to talk nonsense, and then took Olan into the back, and then detailed what happened recently.

After being narrated by several Tut students, the puppet Olan finally knew what had happened recently.

How Tut established this workshop, how Tut led his students to create spinning machines and looms, and how it won great success and repercussions.

Then the students even talked about the hydraulic spinning machine, but the machine was not here, so they could only talk about it with the drawings.

The puppet did not expect that Old Tut would have accepted so many students so quickly.

Looking at these chattering young people with eyes full of hope and motivation, Oran couldn't help but think of Tut and himself.

The once-annihilated Tower Spirit School seems to have reappeared here.

"so."

"You don't know where Tut has gone?"

Several students looked at each other and then shook their heads.

"No one saw him again?"

The students still shook their heads. Tut disappeared too suddenly, without any warning or clue.

Alsmer: "Mr. Oran, don't you know where Teacher Tut has gone?"

"Is it possible that he went to find you?"

Another student, Moorman, was very worried: "Is the teacher in danger?"

A student named Gu An was particularly anxious: "We must find the teacher. Without the teacher, the entire Tut Textile Machine Manufacturing Workshop will be completely destroyed. The business that the teacher has worked hard to start for so long will be in vain."

The puppet Oran looked into the eyes of these students and knew that they really didn't know what was going on.

They thought Tut had just left suddenly due to something, not knowing that Tut was dead.

In the end, it was all it could say.

"Do not worry!"

"Now that I'm here, you don't have to worry."

"I'll take care of the rest."

Tut's students finally felt at ease and invited Oran to live in their home.

But Olan stayed, it wanted to take a look at the workshop built by Tut.

It did not tell the students the fact that Tut was probably dead, perhaps because it was unwilling to say such a cruel thing, or perhaps it could not accept it itself and held on to a glimmer of hope.

He wandered around the workshop that had stopped working, looking at the finished wooden spinning machines and looms being manufactured one after another.

As it walked, it read something Tut said that the students had just said.

"Everyone knows to raise their heads and look at the stars in the sky."

"They all want to get wings and fly in the wind."

"But no one lowered his head to build the ladder to the sky."

"Because building a ladder is too troublesome and takes too long. I may not be able to build this ladder until I die."

"only."

"Not everyone can grow wings, nor can the wind come all the time."

"The talented people who grow wings will eventually become legends and disappear into history, never to be repeated; the lucky ones who fly in the wind will eventually die when the wind stops, and no one will care about them."

"They only change themselves, not the world."

"But as long as we have the ladder to the sky, it will be like the ancient snake people building the Tower of Babel in the City of Life."

"Let each of us ascend to the sky and touch the stars."

"That time period."

"Everyone can grow wings, and everyone can fly in the wind."

Students said that when Tutt finally left, he said he wanted to send a letter to himself.

It didn't know if there was this passage in the letter, but it thought it probably was, because it was not only about Tut, but also Oran.

There is also the entire Tower Spirit School.

Finally, it stopped in front of the first spinning and looms of Tut weaving.

The two machines were placed on the highest table, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not for sale.

The puppet is close to this somewhat bulky and sturdy machine, which looks much rougher than the one that was later streamlined.

There are densely packed small characters engraved on its front.

"Tut, Moorman, Guan, Alsmer..."

That is the list of craftsmen who made this loom.

Finally, he stopped at one sentence.

"This is the first ladder to the sky and the first cornerstone of the Tower of Babel."

The puppet Oran also fully understood what Tut wanted to do and Tut's purpose of establishing this workshop.

The puppet Olan couldn't help but say: "Tut!"

"You are the real hero, you are the one who truly has dreams."

"You are the real alchemist who pursues the secret of the tower spirit."

At this moment, it was getting dark.

And suddenly, a light in Tut's textile machine manufacturing workshop turned on for no apparent reason.

The light just illuminated the two machines.

The dust looked like gold threads under the light, and the writing on the wood was clearly visible, and it even felt vaguely like gold lines.

A figure appeared in the light, standing behind the machine.

The puppet Oran looked over.

The other party was standing just outside the light, and it couldn't see clearly what the other party looked like.

The other party took off the lamp and held it in his hand.

The light overflowed and illuminated the entire textile machine manufacturing workshop.

The entire workshop seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​light.

However, the light still couldn't illuminate the other party's shadow. At this moment, the other party seemed to be completely integrated into the light, turning into a light and shadow.

The puppet stood in the audience without speaking.

It didn't even ask who the other person was, it just stared at the other person closely.

The palm of the photochemical figure brushed the wooden machine, and his fingertips brushed over the names on it, and brushed over the last sentence.

"do you know?"

"In addition to the magical props in the world, which you call alchemical props, there is also a prop with dream power, called a miracle prop."

"The first miraculous prop appeared in order to understand the truth and knowledge of this world."

“Each piece represents life’s search for truth.”

"Every time a descendant of the King of Wisdom takes a big step on the path of truth, a miracle will happen."

"In the time when the supreme god still walked the earth, in the time when gods walked with humans, in the time when mortals lived at the foot of the pyramid temples."

"It's just that this god is not the god you imagined; this eldest son is not as simple as the eldest son you imagined."

"And these gifts are no more."

"God no longer appears in the world, and mortals no longer even remember his name."

"Otherwise, if you create something like this, you will receive God's gift immediately."

"pity."

"This is the preference of the Supreme God for the descendants of His firstborn son."

The photochemical figure raised his head and said to the puppet Olan.

There was infinite sadness in the voice.

"Trefoil man."

"The lineage of the eldest son of God."

It seems that the photochemical figure is very emotional about the lineage of the eldest son of God, perhaps because his own past is inextricably related to it.

The puppet Olan thought of something, the mural he saw in the Kingdom of Blood.

The beginning of myth.

The source of all things.

"The eldest son of the Creator, King of Wisdom Lederiki."

The mysterious man nodded: "It seems that you know a lot of things from the forest fairy."

Immediately afterwards, the other party looked at the chest of the puppet Oran.

Covered by the robe, there is a stone "heart" that emits light.

"Elena's heart."

The other party read out its name.

The photochemical figure said: "Give it up!"

"The responsibility it carries is something you can't bear."

"Elena is a disciple of the first-generation Sage of Truth, Sandian, and a close friend of the second-generation Sage of Truth, Lan En."

"Whether it's Asai, the god of truth and knowledge, Vivien, the scarlet goddess, or Xiao, the evil god of the abyss."

"They are all just the third generation inheritors of the Temple of Truth."

The doll Oran already knew Elena's astonishing identity, but she had never known it in such detail.

But the puppet Olan wants to know something else, something it cares about more.

"What about those people from the past?"

"What about those people who used to be in the Temple of Truth? Have most of them become gods? Have they become ancient and eternal myths?"

The photogenic figure told it: "It is precisely because of their succession that they have created the path to truth and eternity."

"It is precisely because of them that the gods now exist."

"It's only now."

When the puppet Olan heard this answer, he suddenly felt relieved.

turn out to be.

It is the pursuit of those ancient seekers and ancient sages from generation to generation that led to the creation of the gods today.

It was they who built the tower that led to the future.

Nowadays.

A man who reaches for the stars.

The puppet Olan looked at his heart: "You said it carries responsibilities. What kind of responsibilities is that?"

Acting figure: "The responsibility of a race."

The puppet Oran also lowered his head and touched his chest: "Is she a clover? Does she project those ancient cities again and again because she wants to do something for her race?"

The photochemical figure shook his head at the doll: "She is not a three-leaf person!"

"She comes from another ancient race."

"People of the Demonic Abyss."

This is the first time the puppet Olan has learned about this race. It had always thought that Elena was one of the Clovers.

What are the people of the Demonic Abyss?

The puppet Oran looked confused.

It looked at the photochemical figure, how could one person know so many secrets of the previous era, secrets about the gods.

"Who are you?"

The doll had a vague guess in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

The photochemical figure did not say anything, but left a copper-covered book on the loom: "We will meet again."

The puppet Olan watched as the light disappeared little by little, and the lamp was hung back in the corner.

It climbed up to the high platform and got the copper-cased book.

This is no ordinary book, it is actually an alchemy tool.

The puppet Oran looked at the text above: "Divine Grace!"

The puppet Oran raised his head, now almost certain.

It sat on the spinning machine and looked at the entire workshop.

It thought about it for a long, long time.

Finally it decided to stay.

It not only wants to find the truth behind the disappearance of old Tut, but also inherits the will left by Tut and completes what Tut failed to do.

“Everyone wants to be a star reacher.”

"I want, too."

"But if this era requires me to be the founder, then follow this mission!"

The puppet Olan looked to the other side, and another figure seemed to appear in its eyes.

"right!"

"Tut!"

——

Sky Miracle Garden.

The Golden Queen asked God Ivar: "Is it the new apostle you chose?"

God Iva shook his head: "I don't know."

“I don’t know what I should pick, I just think it’s at least qualified to be a spark.”

"As for whether it is a new apostle."

"It depends on the people in the Land of the Rising Sun, who will choose to become the apostles of the new era and the myths of the new era!"