Ark, they don't revolve around you

The beginning of this book was rather hasty. It was basically because I failed too badly in the previous book and was feeling depressed. I started the forum and saw a big battle. I couldn't help sneering in my heart, and then an idea suddenly came to my mind, so I just wrote this!

All kidding aside, isn't it ridiculous that a game that sells characters can say that they have their own lives?

However, because I was careless at the beginning, the writing in the beginning was not very good. Later on, I gradually improved the outline and started to get the feel for writing the book.

I have read many stories of this genre and found it difficult to find any that are long and complete. There are reasons for this. First, although chasing after a man in a crematorium may be exciting for a while, the reader will become exhausted. The first burst of enthusiasm will be followed by decline in the second and the third burst of enthusiasm, which will tire the readers. Second, the plots will inevitably be unreasonable and the readers will question them, which the writers will find difficult to argue with. Alas! Third, most writers are just temporary inspirations and have not made long-term plans. A work with a beginning but no end, how can it last long?

But I have prepared a long-term outline, really!

Alas, I prepared the last book for a long time and wrote it very seriously, but it ended up being a huge failure. The first order was only 100, and I was almost doomed to failure. In the end, I cancelled it, and I feel very sorry for the readers of the previous book.

This outline is not as complete as the previous one, but I have finally written a rough outline, so at least I don’t have to worry too much about how to write it later.

After all, this book was purely a whim of mine, and I ended up grasping the code for traffic. The quality of the book became secondary, although my book is not excellent either.

Is this also the root cause of the Ark's troubles? The Ark's plot digs holes but doesn't fill them, the main storyline is not pushed forward, the regular activities are just a template, and the Doctor is not given a chance to appear. Others are still cameras, and the Doctor is a real ghost, otherwise there wouldn't be such a storm.

Let’s talk about the protagonist, the doctor.

First of all, forgiveness is definitely not possible. In fact, forgiveness itself is a false proposition. The protagonist does not complain at all, so where does forgiveness come from? How can an evil spirit who only wants to go home have other thoughts?

If you want to describe the current protagonist, one word might be more appropriate.

Tyrant.

A tyrant who regards his own heart as the heart of millions of people.

He's essentially gone mad, that's the result.

Of course, the protagonist will inevitably undergo some changes in the future, but his obsession will only become deeper.

This type of book is bound to be controversial. I struggled for a while, but finally decided to set up a group to urge updates, supervise and notify. If a chapter is banned, it will be announced in the group. If nothing unexpected happens, the number of updates will be 8000 per day. This number of words is the limit of the quality I can guarantee. After all, I am not a ruthless person like Eagle.

The book club group number is 909087112, and the password is the protagonist’s name, Zhuang Ning.

See you all tomorrow!

Chapter 60 This is your future!

white.

That was the color of snow and wind. Kashena opened her eyes again and saw only the endless ice field.

The cold north howled from the Pole, and the flying snow piled up on the land year after year, forming permafrost that was never easy to erase.

This was a tundra with few people. Black Snake stood up and saw his own face on the ice. It was that of a thin girl.

The black snake was stunned for a moment, and memories surfaced. This was the first person she possessed. At that time, the immortal black snake had just been born, and was the same as any other creature in this world, also an innocent child.

Zhuang Ning was right. He had peeped into the Black Snake's memory and imitated the Black Snake's tricks to create such a world. The mental cage that the Black Snake had gathered to occupy Zhuang Ning was now used against the undead Black Snake itself!

She moved forward slowly. The snow was so heavy that she would soon freeze if she didn't exercise.

Fortunately, Black Snake soon saw the city. She was a little dazed. It was such a distant memory. This was her erased hometown, the original Duchy of Kosice.

She stepped into it.

The brazier in the house brought warmth, and the immortal black snake sneered continuously. It was a past that she had long abandoned, but that man actually thought this was his weakness?

ridiculous.

The father of this body came back. The man looked horrified and whispered, "Get ready, we're leaving!"

"What's wrong?" asked the mother.

"The Khan is coming, the Nightmare Khan is coming!!!" the man screamed anxiously, "The Saint Castle has been occupied, the emperor's head has been made into a wine jug, I heard that all the men there were chopped to death, and the women were made into slaves, we must hurry-"

Black Snake was stunned, covering his chest, a horrible thought arose, Khan, Nightmare Khan, the master who once whipped the world, once brought destruction to the Hippogriff Empire, the predecessor of Ursus.

She seemed to understand what Zhuang Ning was going to do, Doctor... that demon wanted to destroy the enemy's beloved things - and for her, what was more important than Ursus?

Dark clouds covered the city, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened. Black Snake stared blankly at the dust rising in the distance. Thousands of horses neighed in unison, and a tall man in the lead rode a horse wearing heavy armor. The horse stepped on the snowy field as if it was walking on the clouds.

He was indeed a messenger from heaven, a great king favored by the Eternal Heaven. He was born into the world to whip the world. The arrogant gods and people were destroyed by his ravages. People said that he was a messenger from the devil. Wherever he went, no grass grew and no one survived.

Even after a thousand years, this name is still the belief of the Kuranta on the grassland. Casimir talks about his legend with relish, but only those who have experienced that era, only those who have witnessed his tyranny, only those who have witnessed that atrocity, will feel the moment his breath was frozen by the bone-chilling cold.

The black snake whispered his title:

"Nightmare...Great Khan!"

This is a monster who unified the grassland tribes. The Pegasus is as fragile as paper in his hands. The Qiexue he leads are like steel monsters. The Qiexue are the Khan's personal guards, the most elite warriors, and the messengers of death!

Now, the messengers were at the gates, and the killing began. The Ursus warriors desperately tried to fight back, but their weak arrows and blades could not pierce the Khan's cavalry.

The Khan roared and howled. This man blessed by the Eternal Heaven could even change the course of mountains and seas. With a command, pillars were erected one after another. Corpses were tied to the pillars, and their expressions were extremely terrifying. Fear is the power of the Nightmare Khan, and it is also the nature of the Nightmare Clan. They like to chop off the heads of their enemies and build Jingguans, and they also like to display the corpses of their enemy leaders!

Ursus perished, Black Snake watched blankly, and the last spear pierced her body. She fell to the ground, bleeding. Before she died, Black Snake saw the Khan's tent, which seemed like an extremely luxurious golden palace. It used hundreds of calf hides and was coated with gold powder on the surface. The Khan's golden tent was the greatest palace in the world.

……

The black snake opened his eyes and touched his chest, but there was no wound.

In a daze, she heard the sound of artillery fire and the shells falling rhythmically. She took a deep breath and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eyes.

It's not over yet, that was just the first nightmare.

Suddenly a servant came in, his face full of fear: "My lord, run!"

"what happened?"

The servant trembled in fear: "Sir, the Gallic emperor's troops are approaching the city soon. Ursus is doomed!"

Gaul.

Black Snake repeated these two words, and that was the overlord of Terra who was once at its peak, but it disappeared into thin air.

No matter what, Kashena was unwilling to let him succeed. She climbed to the top of the tower, her expression gradually becoming gloomier.

There were countless warships displayed here, with their guns pointed at the city walls of Ursus. The Gaul emperor was dressed in military uniform and a big red hat, looking awe-inspiring and majestic.

An inexplicable anger surged in his heart. What a vicious person! Black Snake completely understood Zhuang Ning's intention. He would always use the most cruel method. Since Black Snake was so eager to value Ursus, he would ravage him again and again. As long as Black Snake did not surrender for a moment, he would not stop destroying Ursus!

The artillery fire fell, and tens of thousands of soldiers died one after another. Black Snake caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye. He slowly dragged the beach umbrella and bed for vacation, and lay down on them neatly, enjoying the setting sun comfortably, and even had the mood to yawn.

Who else could that person be but Zhuang Ning? He happily watched the destruction, laughing from time to time.

"Zhuang... Ning!"

"Ah, Duke." Zhuang Ning stood up. Black Snake was surprised to find that he had changed into a double-breasted dark blue military uniform with red embroidered cuffs and a raised collar. In an instant, he changed from a man bathing on the beach to an iron-blooded soldier. "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Do you find this interesting?"

"What did you say?" Zhuang Ning showed an innocent expression. "This is all secondary creation based on your memory. I have tried my best to ensure its authenticity. But if you are not satisfied, Duke, I have even more ruthless means!"

He smiled sinisterly, "It's not difficult, my Lord Duke. I have some experience in surrendering. At this moment, we have killed the dog emperor, turned our backs on him, and surrendered with courtesy, and we still retain our title!"

“Shut up.” Black Snake roared, trembling as he pointed at the cloud-like warships. “This is all fake! Do you think it’s fun to show me the operas you rehearsed?!”

"Actually." At that moment, Zhuang Ning's expression disappeared. "It's quite interesting. I have seen many interesting ways from your memory."

He pointed at Ursus from a distance. At this moment, he was neither a boy enjoying the sun on the beach nor an officer. He was like a king, with furious red in his eyes: "You understand, Duke."

"Of course this is all fake. None of this is real." He grinned and whispered softly, "But you should still take a good look."

"Because, if I cannot subdue you in the end, this will be the end of Ursus, and I will treat your land in the most brutal way."

"This... is your future!"

Chapter 61 What You Desire

Next, Black Snake experienced the destruction of his country at least a hundred times, from Casimir's Silver Spear Pegasus to Leithania's Witch King, from Kazdel's Demon King to Victoria's Steam Knight. Zhuang Ning is indeed a very moral demon who keeps his word.

"Kill! The enemy is here. Ursus may be big, but the Castle of Saint Steed is behind us!" the man shouted arrogantly, not realizing that his costume and makeup were different from those of others. Tianma with the silver spear looked at the idiot with disdain and nailed him to death on the tower with a shot.

"Ah, I'm dead." Zhuang Ning tilted his head, and there was a touch of red in his mouth. It was not blood, but ketchup. Black Snake saw clearly that this man had smeared ketchup all over his mouth and body in a flash. He blinked his eyes emotionally, like a saint being nailed to the cross, "Ah, my Ursus, my dear motherland, don't hurt her!"

What a good actor! Looking at the tears on his face, I thought it was a farce.

But the black snake's eyes were bloodshot. Fires were burning in the city, and the dead were lying next to each other. This immortal soul was numb, and it felt that no matter how Ursus perished, he would not even blink an eye.

Perhaps it was boring to perform a one-man show, so Zhuang Ning reached out and pulled out the gun stuck in his body, jumped down, jumped next to Black Snake, and said dissatisfiedly: "I've performed so hard, shouldn't you support me and applaud or something?"

The black snake looked at him.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and hatred, yet also a little bit of sadness. She said nothing and let the north wind whip at her soul.

"It's boring." Zhuang Ning clapped his hands, took out a large bread dipped in salt, and took a bite. From the sound coming from his mouth, it seemed like he was chewing a stone. He spit a few times and said, "No, this thing has been frozen for too long. It's like a stone. Why don't you try it?"

The black snake stared at him, his eyes full of resentment, but he still didn't speak.

The sound of fighting was still ringing.

A Casimir Kuranta overwhelmed the Ursus woman, who was a noblewoman, pitiful and called her husband's name plaintively.

"Kasheina." Zhuang Ning watched the scene with interest. "Look, this is very realistic, isn't it? Well, this is not done by me. I just made a framework and everything happened naturally. Your magic is really powerful."

"Shut up." Kasheina finally opened her mouth, and the black snake died like a beast. "This is not my magic, demon."

"How can it not be your magic? Didn't you say that all this is fake? Why can't I be happy if it's fake? Don't you know how much effort I put into finding this fun?" Zhuang Ning was even more unhappy.

He clapped his hands, and the bloodstains on his body disappeared. He changed into the most beautiful Gallic noble dress with a white towel turned up at the collar.

Suddenly, the chefs rushed over pushing the food carts. They eagerly opened the lids, revealing delicious delicacies on the plates. It seemed that the bread he had just had really ruined his mood, and he had to have the most wonderful meal to heal it.

Maybe because he felt it was awkward to eat alone, the man thoughtfully prepared a portion for Black Snake. Black Snake wanted to resist, but she was starving. She didn't understand how she, as a spiritual being, could be hungry. She thought it was a trick played by this despicable man.

"You are a bad guy, and you say I am despicable. I am also very sad." Zhuang Ning picked up the fork and said excitedly, "These poultry are fed with truffles. Look at this crayfish, which is cooked with the best butter and Parmesan cheese. Look at this fish, which has to swim to the river 300 kilometers away from Saint Jun Castle..."

He introduced the dishes incessantly like a cook, but he ate with great generosity, devouring the food in no time. At the end he drank a glass of champagne and rubbed his hands.

In comparison, the black snake is much more elegant. After all, this black snake is a noble born from the land, and elegance is engraved in her bones. When she came on stage as Kashena, how many people came for her face?

After having a good meal and a good drink, it was time to talk about life and ideals. Zhuang Ning hesitated for a moment and said, "Duke, look, we have been reincarnated so many times. Why don't you give up and be my slave? It would be great, and we can enjoy a good life."

The black snake said nothing, using silence to express mockery. At this moment, she did not have the arrogance of a bad guy, but instead exuded a spirit of sacrifice like the Virgin Mary.

Zhuang Ning was deeply moved, but he changed the subject: "Duke, you know, I used to like Dongguo cartoons."

"..."

"Oh, you don't say anything, but I know you're definitely thinking, 'Fuck you, you idiot!'" Zhuang Ning shook his head. "Everyone has had a paper wife when they were young. It's so nice. They belong to you. But some people say they have their own lives, but that's stupid, because those paper people were born for the players' money. How can such people have their own lives?"

Zhuang Ning might have felt that the topic was off topic, so he coughed and said, "Sorry, I've gone off topic. This topic is too sensitive. Anyway, what I want to tell you is that I once read a book from the East called A Certain Magical Index. There is a very powerful villain in it, named Othinus. She is amazing and can easily reconstruct the world."