Dear Jeffritz? Kyd:

I'm sorry I kicked you out of the house in such a rude way, but I was forced to do so. To be honest, I really don't dare to leave you behind, in case you hit the spur of the moment and cause some irreparable disaster, then we will have to face the most desperate consequences, which I would never want to see. I hope that when that moment comes, you will be far enough away, I do not want your whereabouts to have the slightest connection with this at such a sensitive time, the Most High God is with you, let him protect you from the eyes of the heavenly gods.

Oh, I forgot, the Most High God is not on our side, He will not be with us—never.

…… Well, I have to admit that it wasn't entirely for these reasons that I kicked you out of the fortress early, the main thing is, I don't really know how to say goodbye to you.

We've known each other for almost three years since we first met, but I feel like you've been with me since the moment I became conscious. I still remember how you looked like a stern silly boy when we first met, and sometimes I regretted whether I should have brought you into this complicated world, but let you squander your blood and youth in adventures with those who have traveled through the air - in that case, maybe your life will be very short, but you may retain that passion and dedication to this world.

I've always wanted to say sorry to you in person for having a simpler pleasure in a simple world, and I've been tempted to say sorry to you in person, but the stupid pride of an old troll won't allow me to do so. Now, I finally have a great opportunity to:

I'm sorry, my friend, I'm really sorry.

In addition to being sorry, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for appearing, so that I am no longer lonely in this world, you are like my brother, my doppelganger, my eyes, ears and nose, thank you for not thinking of my boring, and repeating to me what you have seen and heard outside. You know, you've not only brought me wonderful stories, you've given me a whole new world. This world is not as small as the space in the fortress, nor is it as boring and cumbersome as the source world. Your world is alive, and the empty friends you know are truly soul-owning beings, not the walking dead I've seen who only know how to play by the rules.

Truly, I can't repay you for all that you have given me. Who can repay a benefactor with whom he shares a world?

All I can do is say "thank you" to you.

The soul, the emotions and the mind of life are strange things, and I have so many things to say to you, but I don't know what to say.

There are things I've said to you many times, but I must say them again now—I promise it's the last. I warn you that the powers you have learned from me cannot be tolerated by the gods, and if you accidentally leak even the slightest bit of it, you will be destroyed in an instant. You can't be too cautious about using this power, and my advice is that you'd better use it only for observation and study, and never use a penny unless you're in real danger to your life.

Sometimes it is difficult for me to understand you and your race, you are ambitious and bold, you never seem to be bound by any law, and you always want to go your own way. In my spare time, I have looked through all the historical texts that can be consulted in the Gravel Fortress, and I have found that all the great men and women who have made brilliant achievements in the history of the continent but eventually killed themselves are all human beings. You always have too much power, but you don't have enough reverence for the world. Perhaps you are the hands of the gods who were specially created to turn the pages of history, but sometimes, you turn them too fast.

I have a hunch, my friend, that you will not be willing to listen to my admonitions, and sooner or later you will leave these words behind me, but I do not know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. You have amazing opportunities and talents, and I teach you these abilities, which may be the best thing I have ever done in my short or long life, if not, it would be the worst thing.

In case that day comes when you are not fully prepared, and you lack the necessary means to protect yourself from the power of the gods, I have to give you a gift - the shelter I have created. In fact, that's the only thing I really have in this world, and I'm going to give it to you.

I've been reinforcing my hut in my recent free time, especially after observing the special forms of existence of those who have been involved in the air, and the special passage has inspired me a lot. I have been able to make this hut exist in the form of "deposit" or "plug-in" in this world, strictly speaking, it only exists on the energy of this world, but it is completely out of this world, even if the Supreme God scans it with its highest divine power, it is impossible to detect its location.

This gift I have sent to you in a special way by borrowing the address book from the adventure book, and I think you have received it at the moment. It will automatically activate when the letter is deleted, but it will only appear after you have touched the punishment of the gods - never try to break my block, although you may already be able to do so. I only want this gift to be your last line of defense before you perish, but I don't want it to be a reckless use of power.

I would also like to point out that this hut is no longer the one you once saw, and if you enter it, the space will automatically lock you in, enclosing you in until you can decipher all the mysteries in it before you can regain your freedom, and many of the power that makes up this hut is something that I don't even understand - I just know that it can be applied in this way.

But my guess is that if you can really get out of it with your strength, you may have some self-protection in the face of the heavenly punishment of the gods.

You may wonder what the source of those powers is, and that's what I want to tell you. In case you don't know, after kicking you out of the fortress, I did something risky too—hey, young man, don't blame me for being too you and too indulgent on myself, you know, you don't have to take any of these risks, and even if I were discovered, it wouldn't make much of a difference between an earlier or later time, would it?

Remember those weird characters that belong only to the Skyscrapers? At the time, we speculated that it might be the channel through which they transmitted their souls, and that might be true. The arrangement of the character programs was too elaborate for me to disassemble, but I came up with another way to sneak up on the little device I made to monitor all the copies of the Fortress on a Skywader's passage.

Amazing findings, guess what I saw? I'll let you guess a hundred times, and you'll not even be able to touch the edge.

Do you know? I saw "outside"

Don't get me wrong, what I see is not the "outside" you call it, not the Falvi continent outside the city gate, which is a strange, vast, bizarre world. I'm bold enough to guess that it was another plane of space, perhaps where the space-seekers came from

You can't imagine what kind of world it is, a world countless times larger than the one we live in, and strangely enough, it seems to be a society made up entirely of you humans, through which I have not seen any other kingdom of intelligent life, at least I have not seen.

Oddly enough, even though the world is ruled by humans, it looks more like a world dominated by a culture of gnomes and goblins, where the figures of the big, smoking, weird machines made of steel can be seen everywhere, and people use them to work, live, gallop, and even fly - this is the most interesting, a strangely shaped lump of steel that can fly in the sky, if not for the fear of being too dangerous, I should let you see it for yourself

However, the human beings in that world have been greatly degraded, and like goblins and gnomes, they rely too much on machinery, and instead give up training and polishing their abilities. Most of the people there are ridiculously weak, and I guess a dwarf girl wielding a rice shovel will have a hard time finding a match there. And the people there have all given up the power of magic - perhaps they will only fuse magic and mechanics without the ability to use them directly.

Some of the special secrets that make up that hut are what I have acquired by accident in the process, and I am sorry that I have not had time to teach you all of them. They may seem to be different from the fundamental laws that make up this world, but they are all essentially the same. If I was given enough time, I might be able to find more interesting things out of it, but unfortunately I don't have much time.

I've never been so unscrupulous as I am now, opening a copy on my own, wandering through the city alone, without worrying about being discovered by the eyes of heaven or fearing the punishment that might come to me, it feels really good, the sun is good, but it's a pity that I have to myself.

Oh, the countdown to the divine warning from the Most High God is coming to an end, and I'm sorry I can't continue to accompany you on your journey ahead. Life is lonely, please take care.

Your most loyal friend: Carlson, the troll witch doctor

Oh, and by the wayside, do you think I'd go undiscovered with that letter you hid in the castle? I've already read the letter, thank goodness you're not by my side, I'd rather be stabbed by you than see a pitiful old troll man with tears streaming down his face, that's really a shame, as for replying to the letter, it's not necessary. I'm going to be busy tomorrow and won't have time for you bastard.

Goodbye

……

As the first rays of the eastern sun shone upon me and made me feel my own consciousness, I found this letter on my bulletin board, the last message that old Carlson had left me in this world.

It turns out that we are all such fragile beings, and we also don't know how to meet our friends face to face, and we also choose letters to convey each other's last remembrance.

After reading the letter, my first thought was to click on the "Reply" button at the top right of the letter. Whether Carlson Sr. is here or not, I hope to send him my thoughts.

But I couldn't, the old troll was as cautious as ever, and there wasn't any sender's name in my communications box at all. Even as soon as I closed the letter, it was automatically deleted from my communication bar.

I looked ahead, the mountains in front of me had collapsed deeply, and the place that should have been an abandoned fortress had been swallowed up by an endless sea, and I couldn't be sure where the original fortress should be on the surface of the sea - I wasn't even sure if my own place had changed, and I didn't know where to look.

Are you gone, my friend? As you might expect, leave no trace, as if you never existed. I don't even know how to pay my respects, how to commemorate them.

I stood alone on the seashore, looking forward stupidly, thinking so much that I couldn't seem to think at all. I felt that my heart was very empty, and a trace of thought hung flickering somewhere, and I could not find a place to find it, but it seemed to be full, and it was too full to fill in more sorrow.

Around, many of the Skywaders descended one after another, cheering and shouting, vying for this long-awaited day.

Some of them plunged headlong into the sea and swam far away until they could not turn back, and drowned on the surface of the sea, becoming a floating corpse, and then resurrected and swam back happily; Some bury themselves in the sand on the beach, piling them up into a grave-like dune, leaving only one head outside; Some stripped themselves naked, leaving only a pair of underwear to cover their shame, and just lay lazily on the beach basking in the sun, like a dead man who had been ransacked by pirates.

Why are they happy? How can they be so happy? Do they know how many lives they have been paying for this long-awaited change? Don't they have loved ones? Don't have any friends? They go in and out of town every day, they shuttle through the streets and alleys, and buy goods from thousands of shops, don't they have a few small talks with the owner of any of them, and they have even a little affection?

Yes, the primordials are stiff, people who follow a fixed trajectory, they don't say a word, they don't make a single action, they don't make every move, they act like a machine, and that's how their lives are made, lifeless, thoughtless, fearless, ignorant of death.

But aren't they life? Do they deserve to be sacrificed by the millions? What is all this for? To win the joy and excitement of these air waders? To manifest the incomparable power of the Most High God? Or is it for some other more boring reason?

All of this made me angry, and I suddenly felt a little strong hatred for the people around me, and I really wanted to stab them to death one by one, and then find a way to erase their resurrection function, so that they could feel the death that was actually impossible to feel.

I want to tell them that everything that makes them cheer in front of them has cost the world millions of living beings, and perhaps the vast majority of them are puppets without thought or wisdom, but there is one exception. Like them, he had a soul, a mind, an intelligence, an autonomous consciousness and free will, and was far more noble and wise than most of them. But now he was gone, forever, only because of a whim of the supreme god Rymos the Great. And they, because of the favor of the gods, will never have to worry about this. They just need to find joy and excitement here and become the protagonist and hero of countless adventures without having to think about the cost of anything.

But I didn't do anything after all. I just put away my adventure notes and left quietly alone. They didn't cause it, and it wasn't their fault. For them, the world is as it should be, and they don't have to take any responsibility in this matter.

They are just a bunch of unwitting, innocent beneficiaries.

Behind me, the turquoise waters drift in the wind, carrying my sad thoughts to the unknown distance...