Mark stood atop the tallest mast, overlooking the harbor and the buildings near it, and his growing fleet, but his eyes were not fixed on any of them.

He rarely does this kind of thing that looks like a middle two, but he really needs the cold wind of early spring to calm himself down.

How can it be so simple to unify so many selves.

A person can have three opinions at different times: one in the past, one in the present, and one in the future.

Not to mention the thousands of selves that unite different worlds.

It is entirely conceivable that so many of them will be entangled in such conflicts—unable to unite as one, often disagreed because of frivolous matters, and even completely incompatible with their ideas and goals.

It's already good to be able to become a cultist of the unity of all worlds, but the worst thing is to become a Chaos Demon who doesn't care about anything and only knows how to destroy.

In a way, he was able to recover a two-handed swordsman, Mark, at no cost, which was a miracle to the other extraordinaries who had been attacked by another self.

looked at his left hand, and the system projected a fate point for him, cured Marianne and Yolanda, and then Conrad, and initially reconciled their fate, at the cost of the point dropped to five figures, and a sense of crisis that could not make ends meet shrouded his head, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Mark finally set his sights on the two largest dockyards, where his two dreadnoughts were working overtime day and night to renovate.

"Enough capital must be obtained."

Mark's gaze sank.

At this moment, the bow of the Caribbean appeared with a divine light, and two waves of soft and powerful divine power rippled out.

Two goddesses together?

Mark saw the color of the divine light, and the diffuse light and shadow effect, and knew that the two goddesses of music and literature were coming.

"Oh?" Mark raised his brow slightly, and then turned over and jumped from the air with great lightness.

If you just crossed over, the height of these six or seven floors is also the rhythm of breaking your leg.

Since the fusion of the swordsman Mark, coupled with the previous absorption of the power of the Valkyrie, Mark is like a civet cat, falling in front of the two goddesses with great lightness.

Seeing that Mark actually took the initiative to greet him, Hank, who was already accustomed to making guest appearances as the welcome butler, was stunned for a moment, and still beckoned the other knights to start a welcome show in the back.

Mark Shi bowed solemnly: "Two goddesses, have something to look for me?" ”

The goddess of literature, Litchell, panicked for a while, and held the blank notebook in her hand with both hands a little nervously, and at this moment she naturally reminded Mark of those glasses girls who were studying hard in high school.

As if she found that she was too out of shape, she straightened her waist again, put the notes in front of her lower abdomen, and pretended to be flat: "No, it's just the few copies you gave me that sold a lot before, and I'll send you royalties and manuscripts." ”

Muse glanced at Litchel and sighed silently: "Mark, let's go talk first." ”

Mark looked at Litchel, who was very literary and girlish, and said nothing. But at such a glance, the goddess of literature has a sense of emptiness that she has been completely seen through.

That's right! In the case of Barbara, the goddess of dance, she may have gone ashore, but it has invisibly lowered the value of all the gods of art.

It was very embarrassing for them to visit at this point in time.

If you don't come, you may miss the opportunity.

Come on, it's a bit of a hitchhiker.

When he came to the reception hall and waited for the maid to serve black tea, Mark retreated.

Mark looked at Litchel, the goddess of literature, a little for no reason: "Is it embarrassing?" ”

Litchel's face turned red to the root of his ears in an instant, and he hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "It's embarrassing." ”

The muse sighed deeply: "Mark, how much do you really know?" ”

Mark's deep eyes swept over the goddess, who usually showed a sunny and cheerful image, and said, "Enough." ”

If it were another person, the two goddesses would definitely think that he was bragging.

He is Mark, the spokesman of the powerful outer gods in this world.

The muse sat upright, raised the teacup, blew gracefully, took a sip of black tea, then put the cup down and wiped his red lips with the napkin next to the teacup.

The whole process was smooth, not impatient, which stunned Littchel next to him.

The muse spoke softly, as good as ever, every word like a lark singing: "Then let's be honest, we want to leave too." We don't know what Barbara promises you, but we probably won't be able to do that. I hope you can give us a precise condition, give us hope, or let us die completely. ”

It was clear that Litchel had relinquished the reins to Muse, and she just nodded to herself.

Mark's right index finger tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, and he pondered, "Leave?" In what form are you going to leave? Let me help take it away, an eye, or a finger? ”

To outsiders, it must sound confusing.

When the insider heard it, it was like a shock like five thunderbolts.

Muse and Littchel had unconcealed surprise on their faces.

The muse trembled: "Wait, you mean ......"

Mark's eyes shone with a mysterious light, and there seemed to be some kind of supreme divine power in his voice: "The first prerequisite for crossing [Judgment Day] is that you must be whole. ”

The gods no longer need to breathe. For the two goddesses who were gods in mortal form, taking a deep breath was almost a knee-jerk action engraved in the deepest part of their souls.

At this moment, both the 'treble clef' and the thick 'book cover' bulged.

Fortunately, someone who is well-informed is not shocked by the 'fury and confusion'.

"But...... But ......" litchel's voice was like crying.

"Nothing, but, do you think 'Lost Names' is limited to the Overworld?"

Another code word frightened the two goddesses into a daze. They are finally convinced that Mark is the spokesperson of the mysterious outer gods who knows the ultimate secret of the divine realm.

But how can there be so many decryptions?

Mark just threw out the story of his encounter with the Nameless in the deep sea, and immediately stopped the two goddesses.

"At this stage, I can't promise you anything, but I need money, a lot of money! First of all, I need a lot of mechanical god bonds. Mark made the first request.

This is called paying the earnest money first.

Litchel was stunned for a moment: "A lot? If you exchange all the Literature Scrolls for Mechanicus bonds, the Literature Scrolls will instantly depreciate in value. ”

The muse glanced at the silly goddess companion: "Depreciation? Can depreciation change the future? By the time you lose your name, all the bonds are waste paper. ”

The goddess of literature shrank her neck: "My sister is right. ”

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ps: The author's bacteria are a little fried here, please forgive me.