After that will be indefinite. - Shamu

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Heru, 599 in the Misty Calendar.

The sky was shrouded in a cold mist, dark and cloudy.

A brilliant golden streamer suddenly appeared, piercing the space and disappearing like a meteor. Even those who happen to see this scene will think that they are dazzled.

……

In the deserted suburbs of Hosdi, the air was cold and damp with a musty smell, and the dry black branches of the ghost wood stretched out into the air like ghost claws, and from a distance it looked like the unwilling dead were asking for a second life in the sky.

This kind of place doesn't even want to stay for a second longer, but it often gathers a huge number of resentful spirits.

Suddenly, a streamer of light fell from the sky, and the waves of qi set off pushed away all the resentful spirits around them, like a stream rushing into a deep pit full of dead leaves, floating countless dead branches and leaves.

The dust settled, and the light dissipated, revealing two leaves with golden veins, pressed together, as if wrapped in something.

The surrounding spirits gradually leaned in, and they did not move in, as if they were a little afraid of the dim light of the leaves.

At this time, in the leaves, a weak soul is gradually awakening.

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Mu Yan didn't know what was going on, since he was deprived of control of his body, he had never experienced such ups and downs.

Although he couldn't think about it, he remembered everything "he" did after that, and now he thinks back on it like a mess.

He watched as he skillfully conversed with Wynne, then sent Surya away, drank off the two elves, and killed Amather with his own hands.

Immediately afterwards, Artes and Mishya appeared and fought against "him", and "he" raised the level to at least 70, and took out the weapon that belonged to him, and then decisively destroyed it.

Then there was the appearance of Isu, who stopped "his" madness......

However, what is even crazier is that "he" breaks through Isu's control over him and sets off an elemental storm at the last moment, and he himself also lost consciousness at that time and was sent away with endless doubts.

He didn't want to experience the experience of being taken away by a flush toilet, so he knew he was in Heru.

It's too messy, it's too messy.

Who ruled his body? Is Lancelot in league with that guy? Why did they send themselves to Heru? Why did Artes and Mishua rise from the dead? Isn't Mia the mother of all? Why did Isu show such a strong killing intent?

His furious thoughts swept up his reason like a hurricane, rising high and falling heavily, and the pain made him begin to calm down.

So the context of the matter gradually became clear.

I seem to ...... Is it a rescuer?

Countless distorted puzzle pieces huddled together, like a schoolboy's graffiti, but suddenly came to a ridiculous conclusion.

He felt like the Lokan he had known for a long time was crumbling.

The walls of civilization and faith groaned overwhelmedly, the ceiling of sanity continued to fall, and the floor of the bottom line cracked black cracks, like a cracked mouth, mocking his ignorance.

Then everything collapsed, and above the ruins, he was alone, covered in dust and devastated as far as his eyes could see.

At this time, many words suddenly lit up around the originally pitch black, like fireflies in the night, illuminating his slightly dim soul.

"It's ...... Letters to me? ”

He muttered to himself, and the first line of the text clearly read, "To Mu Yan".

“

When you read this letter, you must have been in Heru.

The writer of this letter is the person who called himself 'Xia Mu' at the beginning.

”

Shamu?

The memories that swirled in his mind were strung together, as if there was an invisible thread that spread from the nightmare of the windy sky to the things that "he" had done......

“

I didn't have emotions and consciousness because you were 'online for too long' to evolve. Or you can simply understand it as the evolution from 'data' to 'independent AI', which may be driven by 'online time'. Maybe you're overly involved, or maybe it's Mia's arrangement, no one knows.

Finally, in the Wind Firmament, after guiding you to hand over the system authority to me in that trial, you will complete the transformation from 'independent AI' to 'soul'.

It's not so much a handover as a return, because I'm part of the system and Mia's last protection.

You changed the fate of Zaix, prevented the Mad Lich from appearing, and your luck dropped from 2 to 1, which is the biggest warning I can give, but you didn't care.

Then you enter Heru and find the existence of the suspected Grace, which completely changed the fate of countless creatures in the Sarkhan region, and delayed the resurrection of Leoric, the system warns you and changes your title, and you still don't care.

Later, you saved Gustavo, and at the same time, Isu's identity was revealed, and luck was completely reduced to 0, and even if you noticed something, you couldn't go back.

So I awoke from my slumber. ”

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, as if digesting the contents.

It was a long time before he continued to look down.

“

This is the real Lokan, the main world of Lokan. The game you experience is a backup of it from the 'Year of the New Leaf', and there is no difference between the two in the thousands of years before it, and there are many similar backups, distributed in different worlds.

It is an instinct for survival, from one of the bearers of Mia's will, Mr. Observer Kanrosh (as you prefer to call him, the Word of God). When he returns from the end of time, he sends out a backup every once in a while, and if the world is destroyed, he receives an instant feedback, and the three managers will change course based on the feedback in an attempt to save the world.

So you and I should have been careful when we came back here with the feedback, but you, like a butterfly flapping its wings desperately, had no idea what kind of frenzied storm it would set off.

Of the three managers, the observer is lost in the torrent of time, and the soul shaper is nowhere to be found. The only remaining manipulator, Lord Ikali, has lost herself trying to grasp all the power left behind by Mia, and if she discovers you, you will undoubtedly be obliterated.

So you should rejoice.

Of course, the remnants of our great mother's consciousness also have actions to save themselves, and there have been many 'gods' before and after, not those who have gotten the golden apple by shit here, but people like Mangaza, Lancelot, and you who have obtained the 'system', even if Mia incarnates in the world, her consciousness will guide you to become an existence no less than a god, and then save Lokan.

After getting the system, some people spend their whole lives hiding in Tibet, covering up the fact that they are God's favors, and secretly peeping into the truth of the world. And you, who spent half a year allowing yourself to be discovered by danger, to some extent, is also very powerful.

Maybe that's what Mia intended? No one can say for sure, how to save Lokan in the end is never a clear task, there is no prompt information, no reward settlement, no NPC help, no one has even succeeded, and the loser's strategy is meaningless.

Maybe this time, the most special one ever, will be a turning point?

I trust you because I know you better than they do.

It's fair that you turned me from cold data into a living soul and now that I'm Mia's last blessing, and you don't owe me anything, so don't mind.

Please walk alone on the rest of the road. Remember, don't reason with bastards, don't try to convince them, use force to shut them up. But don't be obsessed with power, as Wynne said in that regard.

Finally, allow me to say sorry to you, in fact you are better than anyone else, that weak body cannot imprison your noble heart, so please do not feel inferior, you are completely worthy of anyone, embrace your own beauty with all your might, and do not forget those who have loved you.

May you be treated gently by this world.

After that will be indefinite.

- Shamu

”

The invisible threads tauted, strung together with memories to form a vague outline. Everything "he" did gradually became clear, as if he had experienced it himself, and even the details were clear.

I am a rescued.

Mu Yan thought so.