Arad's unruly savior

Misty Plateau

Large pieces of intact white stones are piled up to form majestic palace buildings, and delicate and beautiful patterns are carved on the stones, forming an artistic beauty that combines grandeur and refinement.

A long time ago, because Shu Mo's identity was exposed, several notorious pirate groups brutally invaded the Misty Plateau. When fighting with the Eye of the Mist, they blew up the palace where the God of Mist lived and destroyed it.

The current Mist Palace is a miracle created by the unconscious Mist God in just half a minute.

Shu Mo walked on the smooth, gray-white stone road, looking around carefully, holding one of the only two record books in her hand, as if she was afraid that some monster would emerge from the misty fog.

After Lord Hermit Ergon confirmed that the God of Mist had returned to unconsciousness, everyone was helpless in the face of the huge problem of the collapse of the Realm of Recollection. In desperation, they suggested that she try to awaken the God of Mist and chant the sacred text of the Eye of Mist.

Then a whirlpool suddenly emerged from the mist and pulled her in. The two divine beasts, the star turtle Wumu and the demon Mumu, were left outside, as if they had not been recognized by the owner of this place and could only wander outside.

Shu Mo hugged the record book that gave her a sense of security, and murmured to herself, "Lord Mist God, has she lost all her memories of the divine world? Why can't Mist God remember things? She actually needs external methods to retain interest. Memory is something that is innate, right?"

"I sometimes forget things, but I remember most of the important things. If I really can't remember, I still write in my diary."

The guardians of the earth realm all have the habit of writing diaries, which are mostly summary records, so they are written directly in the record book.

"So..." Shu Mo paused slowly, a look of realization appeared on her pretty face, and she said to herself: "The Mist God doesn't write a diary, and her memory is very bad. She needs everyone to leave memories for her Memory Realm."

  boom!

The sky above was changing rapidly, and suddenly there was a huge noise, like a world-destroying thunder exploding beside the ears, and a dazzling light came on, and at the same time there was a terrifying soul-shaking shock. Shu Mo subconsciously raised the book of records above her head, then crouched on the spot with her head in her hands to defend herself.

After a while, Shu Mo dared to stand up. She touched her flat chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heartbeat had been much faster just now.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from the mist on the diagonal right, "Shu Mo, come here."

"Sir Ye Lin!"

Shu Mo's eyes lit up, and she felt excited, aggrieved, and scared. All kinds of emotions surged up at once. She had been wandering around for more than half an hour since she came in, but hadn't found an exit or any living people.

Shu Mo immediately followed the direction of the sound without hesitation. The humid mist automatically rolled to both sides beside her. Her pair of white silk legs moved quickly, and the hem of her skirt stuck to her thighs.

After running about a hundred meters, Shu Mo braked suddenly and rushed into a dark place. She looked stupidly at a tree in front of her, which was covered with twisted barbed vines and full of human corpses. A huge green tree demon as tall as a three-story building called out...

"Shu Mo, come here."

"what!"

A torrent of water bombarded over.

……

Ye Lin smiled and sincerely apologized to Shu Mo, who was still frightened and had a pale face. The tree demon was an illusion. It was a man-eating tree that he had seen in a certain civilization and had become a demon. It could imitate the sounds it had heard.

"Lord Ye Lin, you... I'm so glad that you're okay. I heard from Lord Hermit that you were dying." Shu Mo sniffed, bit her lips with her little white teeth, and tried hard to hold back the tears. The Protector of the Earth cannot cry.

Shu Mo was so excited that she didn't consider whether her words were polite or not. She straightened her expression and quickly poured out everything she wanted to say.

The Hermit was seriously injured, Wu Lan was surrounded by monsters, and many veins in the God Realm were corrupted and distorted...

After a few minutes, he finally finished talking. Shu Mo had time to look around and immediately discovered many strange and extraordinary things here.

First, there was a tree with lush branches and leaves, each leaf was incredibly green and full of apple-like fruits. There was also a large clock tower inlaid with a clock, the hands of which moved slowly in circles. A beautiful crystal that seemed to have countless facets was casually placed on the white jade table with a sword.

Shu Mo withdrew her gaze from all around and looked towards Ye Lin expectantly, obviously expecting him to give her some useful advice.

Lord Hermit, Grandpa Grayson, and Master Scriben are all waiting for her to awaken the God of Mist to put an end to the current chaos in the God Realm. This expectation and trust is a bit too heavy for a teenager.

She came here anxiously but didn't know where to start. The white silk on her legs was wet by the fog, but she didn't even see the shadow of the fog god.

Shu Mo pursed her dull lips, made a huge decision that she was willing to sacrifice, and said slowly and forcefully, "Sir Ye Lin, I... am a part of the Mist God, right? If I return to the Mist God, will she be normal?"

As long as she can awaken the God of Mist, she is willing to make sacrifices.

Ye Lin looked at Shu Mo, who was short, had a flat chest, and slender legs covered with white stockings. Her determined eyes and trembling fingertips clearly showed that this girl was afraid, but willing to sacrifice for the future of the God Realm.

Ye Lin asked, "Shu Mo, are you willing to do anything as long as you can awaken the God of Mist?"

"Well, I'm willing to do anything!" Shu Mo answered in a sonorous and powerful voice, her fingertips no longer trembling, and the courage she mustered was brighter than the sunlight.

Ye Lin raised his hand and touched Shu Mo's soft sea-blue hair, and said with a smile: "You are indeed an excellent protector of the earth realm. I promise you."

Ye Lin pointed at the beautiful crystal on the table. It seemed to have countless facets. One of the facets lit up, projecting a misty natural scene.

Inside, there was a woman with very beautiful facial features, wearing a pearly white slanted long skirt, with extremely charming figure and a temperament that was not tainted by worldly things. She was standing in the sky at the highest point of the Misty Plateau, coldly overlooking the White Sea Continent where she had lived for a long time.

Her eyes were deep and beautiful, like the rippling water of a lake, yet filled with a kind of confusion that made people feel very distressed.

As if she sensed their prying, the Goddess of Mist turned her head slightly and disappeared from the screen. A few seconds later, the mist rolled in and she appeared very close to Shu Mo, only three or four meters away.

"Lord Mist God..."

Shu Mo opened her mouth softly to call out, but when she saw the Mist God's cold and distant eyes up close, a feeling of sadness suddenly surged in her heart.

That kind mist god, she no longer recognized herself.

  She hurriedly picked up the record book and pen, opened it, and wrote on Ye Lin's table:

"Dear Grandpa Grayson, when you read this letter, Shu Mo will have become a real and responsible protector of the land. Thank you for your care and support over the years..."

"I cut Uncle Qiu Ge's hair..."

"I have also saved a small sum of money, which I will...donate to those in need on my behalf."

……

Seeing Shu Mo wiping tears while writing a suicide note, Ye Lin couldn't help laughing. He realized that this girl still believed that saving the God of Mist required sacrificing herself, so she hurried to write a few suicide notes.

She was afraid, but she remained determined.

The first suicide note was written to Grandpa Grayson.

Ye Lin laughed and said teasingly: "Don't write it. Even if you merged a hundred of you, you couldn't replenish the memory of the Mist God. Besides, you are not actually a part of the Mist God."

"what?"

"I read from the Mist God's memory that you were actually a child who was... abandoned and then found by the Mist God in the valley."

(End of this chapter)