In the early morning, a rare ray of sunlight passed through the glass window, which finally brought some clarity to my dull mind. Frankly, I don't want to remember anything about yesterday, I want to think about what happened at all, but the quiet and quiet sleeping position next to me keeps me reminded of my memories of last night.

Although my body is not yet developed and has no physiological functions at all, what Jing did last night was still so out of the ordinary that I simply used the fantasy realm to create a fantasy in my mind, which seemed to make time faster to a certain extent - of course, it was just an illusion. Not only did the corresponding experience not decrease, but because the fantasy realm made the brain more awake and the experience clearer.

But then I put my mind into the construction of the fantasy realm and used distraction to get through this period of time, so time seemed to be faster.

Jing didn't say anything later, and although she could feel my inner thoughts, she didn't seem to want to talk too much. In one way, she is like a biologist observing a particular strain she has cultivated, not keen to speak, but keen to do it. In addition to hands-on, he will use a magnifying glass and a microscope to observe carefully, and will remain silent about the observed object while observing.

At the end of the observation, she fell asleep contentedly, while I continued to immerse myself in the construction of the fantasy realm. It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's that this side of the realistic mind is so chaotic that I can't sleep at all. I had to focus on the fantasy realm to test the inspiration I got from Jing – to maintain this state of fantasy for a long time, to restrain the fantasies that I kept emanating outward.

Belief is composed of two parts: fantasy realm and thinking interference, of which thinking interference is needless to say, which belongs to the phenomenon of "diffusion" and "dissemination", which is the root of the problem.

The key lies in the fantasy realm, first of all, this ability is somewhat similar to self-hypnosis, both of which must be refined through imagination in order to make imagination become an illusion. After that, the illusions are combined to construct an illusion in the mind that can last for a long time.

When this illusion exists, consciousness is divided into two parts; Part of it stays in reality, and it is not only able to respond to external stimuli, but also to be able to think and judge independently, which belongs to my main consciousness, which is not much different from the normal situation.

The other part is in a state of emotionlessness, it does not get tired, it does not need to rest, it is maintained in the most rational state all the time, while observing reality and illusions, and at the same time giving instant information feedback to the brain.

In addition to these, this part of consciousness also has an extremely sensitive perception ability. For example, even when I am sleeping, I can still easily detect the faint movement in reality, and I can even feel the mosquitoes flying a few meters away.

For example, after Jing awakened her mana, she always liked to use her mana to block the transmission of sound and sneak into my room. Under normal conditions, I would not have noticed her entering the room at all, but in the state of fantasy realm, I could clearly feel her every move through my second consciousness, which can be called a small radar.

Because of the influence of Buddhist thought, I subconsciously wanted to call this consciousness the sutra consciousness, but thinking about it was a little different, so I changed the name to etheric consciousness. According to the theory of a Greek thinker, the ether, the utopian matter that dwells in the sky (matter), is omnipresent, and all the matter of the world is derived from it.

The reason for this name is that I have always felt that if there is a substance that can be called aether, it should undoubtedly be the human spirit and consciousness. The consciousness that can manipulate the spirit and consciousness to form an illusion should be a collection of spirits, that is, the consciousness within the consciousness, which can also be called utopian material consciousness.

In the case of the existence of aetheric consciousness, it is equivalent to half of my consciousness maintaining a state of self-hypnosis at all times, which is why I feel that the fantasy realm can control the leakage of fantasy.

There is a great possibility that this solution will solve the problem, but at the same time, it creates a new problem - after the illusion is created, all illusions seem extremely real to me, and if I don't distinguish carefully, I sometimes even take illusions as reality. For example, when I turned water into soup, both I and the early season were affected by the vision.

Or now......

"Fold? You say your name is Shiraishi Fold? That's interesting...... I remember I was fighting with Molina, you know the palace on the mountain of Onotto? Yes, that palace is Molina's lair, and I fought her there. Why am I here now? Where's Molina? Where is this? Why has my body become so small now? Do you know? A little bit like yours, I can swallow it in one bite...... Well, let me count first. I've never eaten anything as small as yours before, but I can have as many leaves as a Borasu tree in my breath. ”

A round-headed thing jumped around in front of me, trying to be ferocious, but it didn't look intimidating. This thing says that cats are not like cats, and that dogs are not like dogs, and that there are a pair of brownish-yellow wings about half a meter on its arched back, and its body surface is covered with fine pale yellow scales - it should be majestic, but unfortunately, its body and head are round, contrasting, and it becomes a little cute.

"I've made it clear, can I ask you to be quiet for a moment? I'm going to take a break. ”

I stayed up all night, so I planned to take a break to keep up my spirits for the day. But the creature that I had created on a whim, in the realm of fantasy, was bouncing and muttering loudly, and it wouldn't stop anyway.

It's not a big deal, but my main consciousness has fallen into a state of drowsiness and exhaustion, so it is even more confused to distinguish between illusion and reality, so I feel irritable.

"That's because your words are so ridiculous, I'm one of your fantasies? How is this possible! I am the Son of the Earth created by Ain after he created the Firmament, and He named me Ted, and gave me the power of the earth and an indestructible body. Al Ain! Only the omnipotent Ain could have created a life as powerful as mine. And you little thing......"

The creature that claimed to be the Son of the Earth and Ted jumped in my face, then flipped its wings into the air, its yellow eyes seemed to exude admiration and awe.

"This is the last time I will explain - the world you are in, including the Ain and Morina in your memory...... And you, all of them are the settings and characters in a story that I conceived in my head. It may seem cruel to say this, but in fact even now you are only an illusory thing, an illusion that can only be seen by myself—according to the vocabulary you can understand, you are just a dream eater, living only in my dreams, and living on my weak spiritual sustenance. ”

I patiently explained it again, but Ted "whooped" and jumped in my face from the windowsill, which completely me off. I grimaced my face and tried to get the aether to imagine the huge thunder that rolled back and forth in the sky on a rainy summer day, constructing them into illusions, and then pointed at it in mid-air: "Stop! ”

The illusion was created, and my eyes saw dozens of long, silver-white arcs of lightning leaping in the air, crackling and hitting Ted, who screamed in pain in the air and let out a puppy-like "whoa": "Damn it! How could this lightning hurt me...... Whew......"

"Shut up."

I fingered again, and four golden chains the thickness of little fingers wrapped around its limbs, pulling it to the ceiling and tying it up, and a large orb was shoved into its mouth so that it could not make any sound.

Finally, the world has become quiet.

"Just be quiet and calm down. I'm going to rest, and if I make any more big noise, you don't want to know the consequences. ”

After telling the imaginary creature and glancing at Jing who was using my right arm as a pillow, I closed my eyes and my senses blurred.

……

"Fold, it's time to get up."

Mother's voice came from outside the door.

"Okay, get up."

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ted on the ceiling. I don't know if it's an illusion, its body seems to have swelled up, and a pair of forelimbs faintly appear like hook-like claws, and it looks like it has some majesty of the children of the earth - at first Ain created the world, all things existed, and then life.

Krisuent, the son of light on the first day, Nistina the son of darkness on the second day, Mion the son of the firmament on the third day, Ted the son of the earth on the fourth day, Suan the son of the ocean on the fifth day, Mara the son of fire on the sixth day, Morina the son of earth on the seventh day, Noah the son of gold on the eighth day, Veronia the son of water on the ninth day, Jos the son of wood on the tenth day, Solal the son of wind on the eleventh, Berts the son of thunder and lightning on the twelfth day, and Fenello the son of rain and snow on the thirteenth.

Among them, the body of Ted, the son of the earth, is as high as Hengluo Tian, about 99.99 million spans (kilometers); The body is like a tiger, but it is covered with golden scales, limbs and five claws, and three heads on the neck, one looking up at the sky, one looking at the earth, and the other looking at itself; There are nine wings on its back, and the three short wings are brownish-yellow, and the sky and the earth are dull when they sweep. the three long wings are gray; Everywhere on every inch of the earth; The three empty wings are formless and colorless, reaching the sky at the top and the ocean at the bottom - the nine wings are the pillars of heaven and earth. The pillar does not break, and Ted does not die. When Ted dies, the earth falls.

- This is the premise of a mythical story that I conceived, where there are no human beings, only strange mythical creatures. Like humans, they form a variety of different races, preying on each other, forming a world of constant strife. The thirteen-headed sons of the true gods who were created first are the source of all races, they have the power to destroy the world, and each has its own race and followers. After Ain left the world, they fought each other, wanting to destroy each other, but at the same time not wanting each other's destruction to throw the world out of balance.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Seeing me wake up, Ted's four still chubby limbs waving desperately, I let the aether disarm the illusion of chains and mouthballs, and set it free: "You only have two choices, one is to stay by my side quietly, and one is for me to destroy you - now tell me your choice." ”

"Woo...... I'm going to challenge you! ”

Ted tried to pounce, but before he could pounce, he was tied back in the golden chains, and his mouth that wasn't gagged let out a violent roar.

"Looks like you need to calm down a little bit more."

I wasn't surprised by its reaction, as I envisioned Ted, the newborn son of the earth, short-tempered and competitive, wandering around and fighting in search of other sons of gods, until he suffered a big loss. However, in addition to its irritability and love of fighting, its personality is the most upright of the thirteen sons of gods, and it does not have too many ambitions or conspiracies, even if it fights with other sons of gods in the future, it never thinks of killing each other, and it is all out of self-preservation to fight back.

That's why I created Ted in the first place, and to be patient when it nagged.

Tying Ted up again, I ignored it, changed my clothes and walked out of the room. When I finished washing up and went down to the living room, my parents, Jing, and Sha were already sitting at the dining table, waiting for me alone.

"Fold, good morning. It's really rare today, but it's the last one to get up. Is it because you are not feeling well? ”

My father was the first to greet me, with concern in a relaxed tone.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night and had a nightmare. Also, good morning, Dad. ”

I wasn't in great shape, but I pulled myself together and smiled and nodded at everyone. Sasha smiled at me as usual and greeted, "Ori, good morning." Want to have a cup of tea before breakfast? ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you."

I nodded, and sat down in front of my place—across from my parents, sandwiched between Jinghe Sha.

Drinking a warm glass before eating breakfast is a little habit of mine. When Sahara arrived at home, on the third day, she saw this habit of mine, and whenever I came to the living room, she would always pour me a cup of tea or milk, which made me feel very comfortable.

Sha got up and poured me a cup of hot tea and put it on the table, and then waved her hand gently: "It's okay. ”

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, I squinted my eyes and glanced at Jing on my right. found her lazily lying on the table, revealing a daze. In front of her, empty dishes were stacked in a stack, and it was clear that she had already finished her breakfast.

I stared at Jing several times, and she noticed it, and turned her eyes to look at me, still with a lazy look: "Fold, good morning." I woke up so late today. ”

It's really annoying that she looks casual, so I retorted: "Only my sister is not qualified to talk about me." ”

"Because I'm my sister."

When she said the word "sister", her tone became more serious, as if to indicate that the gambling contract had begun to take effect: "Fold, hurry up and eat breakfast, or it will be cold." ”

After telling her so much, she didn't know where the fugue had gone, and I could only plead with her that she wasn't quietly peeking into my heart.

"It's unbelievable that Jing actually said such surprising words, it's like a sister."

The father on the other side pretended to be surprised, he stretched out his hand to support his chin, showing a contemplative expression: "Well, it's strange to say this morning, Jing didn't ...... it."

"I'm a sister."

Jing interrupted his father's next words, then reached out to cover his mouth, yawning: "Speaking of which, Dad is also very strange this morning, he fell when he went downstairs, is it because his legs are weak and he can't stand steadily?" ”

Not only did the father speechless, but even the mother quietly turned her head. The yarn tilted her head, and her eyes rolled slightly, as if she knew something.

With just one sentence, the atmosphere in the living room changed suddenly, becoming silent and awkward, leaving only the round-bellied pointed mouth kettle on the stove steam "whining".

I pretended I didn't understand anything, drank the warm tea, and began to eat breakfast.

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I've been a little busy lately.,I'm sorry for the update.。