Yi Chun gradually woke up from his drowsy consciousness.

He began to feel the breeze blowing, and he smelled the fireworks coming from the city-state in the distance.

It seems like a long time has passed......

Yi Chun tried to shake the canopy.

It's like a feeling of jerkiness in your neck after sleeping for too long.

At this time, Yi Chun realized that something had changed in his body.

"I've got stones?"

With some kind of dull sound, Yi Chun found that his body had changed a lot.

Heavy rock, deeply attached to his body.

Those fibers that were once woody show a certain quality that is difficult to describe.

Yi Chun reads his own annual rings, where everything that has happened over the years is recorded......

After a long time, Yi Chun woke up from the ancient memories he was immersed in.

He didn't quite know exactly how many years had passed.

But judging from the number of dense circles on the annual rings, it should be at least a thousand years old.

Yi Chun is not obsessed with the amount of time that passes.

After all, for a simple tree, a thousand years is just a slightly long movie.

More often than not, everyday life is a monotonous and boring infinite loop.

His body had also been subjected to insect infestations and fires, and it was deeply imprinted on the rough skin that was hidden beneath the rocks.

And now, with the awakening of Yi Chun's consciousness, something new is gradually sprouting from there.

Yi Chun put his perception on the outside world.

He heard the melodious bells of the city-state in the distance, and he saw the lambs wandering under the ancient fences.

He knew the sorrow and joy of all things, and he understood the disasters and miracles of the past.

He also sensed everything that was about to be upended......

It was war, it was blood, it was rebellion and subversion of royal power.

There is nothing new under the sun......

Inexplicably, Yi Chun thought of this proverb from the earth.

He has always been unimpressed by the power struggles that begin with human desires.

That may be the choice of individuals to better survive human civilization.

But the desire for self-interest, which begins with self-interest, will not bring light and evolution in the end.

Beyond the area touched by the eyes of the intertwined struggles, there is a more splendid world.

Filthy, destined to be washed.

What is filthy is destined to be burned.

When time is pulled to 10,000 years, or even more distant time, there are cold, fair words to silently narrate everything that is like a farce.

Perhaps, in that majestic book, it does not deserve even a few words of evaluation.

Thousands of years of time don't seem to have changed much.

Yi Chun sensed the city-state in the distance and thought silently.

In his opinion, the castle's magnificent stone fortress was not as dazzling as the igloo built by their ancestors thousands of years ago.

For a race endowed by his wisdom, they should have had the power to change the world.

Even if you can't travel to more distant areas, you can explore resources and discover the unknown.

But it should also allow the individual to be full and free from the cold and heat.

And the truth is:

They blocked this wisdom and tried to rule the race eternally with royal power.

Perhaps, it is not different from the fate and choices they have faced.

Kingship is not eternal......

Stupid b-bs ......

Yi Chun slowly shook his head in his heart.

He may have some understanding of the information that this copy corresponded to.

Is it fate?

No, it's dirty desires.

When the interests of the individual are tangled, it will not be more disgusting than the tee of the sewer......

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"For Ernans!"

The fire lit up the night of the city-state.

Crying, screaming, fighting, everything is intertwined in this magnificent castle.

The night breeze with a scorching breath brought real-time information to Yi Chun.

He was silent and gazed calmly.

For Yi Chun, who is familiar with the history of many worlds, everything that is happening now is not very interesting or novel.

He was just impressed by their stupidity, or rather short-sightedness.

They have mastered the power of wisdom, but they are still heading towards the road of no return for self-destruction.

In infinite repetition, there will always be some indescribable calamity.

Especially, after they have already mastered certain forbidden powers......

"Why!"

The boy in battle armor looked at the girl who was surrounded by everyone not far away.

He yelled at the girl with anger and bewilderment.

Stained blood stained his armor red.

There are those who belong to others, and there are those who belong to themselves......

He knew he was going to die.

"You will only bring destruction to Ernans, my brother."

"And I'm hungry for more ......"

The girl said as she stared at her brother.

"Despicable rebellion, do you want to bring glory too?"

"I'm waiting for you in the cemetery, my ......"

"Sister."

The boy fell to the ground.

Suddenly, someone rushed forward to peel off his armor.

The girl just looked at all this coldly, she was also in the blood of Ernans.

Maybe she can make a difference?

Yi Chun read the information in the wind, and then thought so.

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But there was no ......

Another hundred years have passed, and the girl has gone from immaturity to old age.

Under her rule, the kingdom flourished.

Even the most high-ranking slaves are able to survive at least.

People cheered her name as if it were an ancient ......

Eventually, she died.

After all, there is a limit to the lifespan of human beings.

Even if she is as strong as her, she needs to face a fair death.

Yi Chun watched as she was slowly lowered into the cold and luxurious coffin, and then overwhelmed by the darkness.

The transfer of power was not as harmonious as the queen imagined.

Although she paid enough wisdom and price for this.

But it turns out that there are always people who will crave more.

Like her, like those who hold kingship......

What a farce......

Yi Chun, who was watching all this, thought.

I have to take back my gift, maybe something will change?

Yi Chun thought.

This was not difficult, and when he gave wisdom to the patriarch of the royal family of Ernans, he gained the authority of the plane regarding wisdom.

With Yi Chun's thoughts, something disappeared.

Nothing seems to have changed, and the people of Ernans still continue the cycle of the millennia.

Strife, prosperity, decay, rebellion......

But they were horrified to find that when the craftsmen were lost little by little, when the books were destroyed in the flames of war.

The splendor that once belonged to Ernans seems to be only a sporadic fire.

But the powerful don't have to work in the dust after all.

When the ropes were tightened, after an unseen pandemic, only a poor shepherd remained.

He looked at everything blankly, not knowing what was happening.

Surrounded by dead bodies, the shackles are gone, and the royal power is only absurd and sacred......

He staggered across the earth, whipped by hunger and fatigue.

Finally, one day, he walked in front of a mountain.

He was tired and he wanted to rest......

Looking at the vast mountains, the shepherd stretched out his hand.

His unconscious fingers left black-red marks on the rocks.

That's some text, and it's called Ernans......

Then he fell to the ground in a daze.

He's dead......

There are no meteorites falling from the sky, no twisted weirdness born in the dark.

There is no twilight of the gods, and there is no flood that overthrows the heavens and the earth.

A civilization has come to an end in this absurd way......

Unreal, or is it a hidden hint of the reality that exists in the past?

Yi Chun stared at the stone with the scarlet words written on it at his feet, and fell into deep thought.

And it was at this time that the world around him began to distort.

New information began to appear in his consciousness......