Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 284: The Last Poem

After the war, looking back at the town of Sabo, the life that filled it was so empty and insignificant. All living things seemed to have disappeared, and there was no one to be seen on the streets.

The migratory eye on the horizon is hidden in the invisible.

Wei Miao stood by the street, and couldn't help thinking about what she could do next in the copy.

She walked towards the city hall, wanting to see what the mutation had left behind.

As a result, she was unable to enter.

Her consciousness also has a collision volume, which is usually invisible. After the power of the unknown existence erupted, because the town of Sabo was solidified and not destroyed, the door of the town hall remained closed.

But Wei Miao had her own way. With the help of the convex and concave brick wall of the city hall, she nimbly climbed up to the second-floor balcony.

"I didn't expect that I had the potential to be a thief." Wei Miao thought to himself and went into the room.

Standing in the center of the lobby on the first floor, it looks as clean as new, as if nothing had happened.

Wei Miao was not surprised. It seemed that all traces of the unknown existence had been completely wiped out. Except for the parties involved, no one could have guessed today's turmoil afterwards.

The aftermath of the death of the master of the workshop may include this aspect.

After losing her identity as a soul hunter, her actions were greatly restricted. She could no longer explore the basement, nor could she explore the requiem realm.

But judging from the performance of the Silent Death Statue, I'm afraid the Requiem Realm no longer exists.

"Is the killing in the Soul Requiem Field to accumulate soul power as a sacrifice, or is it a ritual?" Wei Miao suddenly realized, "So, the special residents there were also reduced to ashes. Their existence is out of consideration for the Soul Requiem Field, not out of the mercy of the gods."

"Earlier, the Master of the Pivot Workshop mentioned 'Choosing a certain future from an uncertain future'... Could this be the key to the multiplayer parallel copy?"

At this moment, Wei Miao's mind was very active. She received a lot of information this time. Even if she didn't realize it at the time, she could think about it one by one afterwards.

As early as after the first copy ended, when players were discussing the copy content on the forum, they discovered that there were parallel copies running at the same time.

Players can get different endings in copies with the same initial content, such as the Pig-Headed Man copy. However, the world line of the supernatural copy should be unique. Players are scattered all over the world and carry out different tasks at the same time, which can effectively affect the direction of the world.

Although it is a reflection of freedom, it shows that some copies are not unique.

This has become an important proof that some players are convinced that "Masquerade is just a game with extremely high skills." After all, if the copy is a real world, how can we explain that there are so many identical copies at the same time, and even players can play repeatedly?
In their view, its authenticity is nothing more than a premeditated cover-up, just like the manufacturers who previously used an ambiguous attitude to lure players into believing in "real games", and their goal is to gain players' time and money.

Another group of players firmly believe that there are hidden secrets behind the Masquerade Ball, and they interpret the same copy as a parallel world.

Wei Miao originally thought that the copy was a snippet of his historical fragments, not the real time of the copy world.

But judging from this copy, this assumption has been overturned. This event must become "real" rather than false history, otherwise all the arrangements of the great beings will be meaningless.

The dungeon is "present tense"? But how to explain that there are thousands of players competing in Sabo Town at this moment?

Wei Miao couldn't figure out the methods of the great beings. The conflicts between the past, present and future must be avoided through some mechanism.

"If I am in the only real timeline in the All Saints' Day instance, perhaps everything I have done can leave a mark in this world."

Wei Miao remembered a little thing.

“Leslie, Newman, George, Pamela…these special residents truly died.”

They had been active in the town of Sabo for hundreds of years, but in the blink of an eye, they were completely wiped out without anyone noticing. They lived because of the needs of the Silent Death, and they died because of the needs of the Silent Death.

"I made a deal with Leslie, asking him to help me check the status of the Weaponry Hall, and I promised him that his name would be engraved in the history of the bards one day."

Although the transaction object has passed away and the transaction has no binding effect, Wei Miao has always been a man who keeps his promises.

She will keep this promise.

Wei Miao returned to the second floor, picked up the paper and pen from the office, and began to think.

Modern people rarely study the art of poetry unless it is out of interest.

She knew nothing about the format and rhyme of poetry, but she had no problem writing simple limericks.

Wei Miao wrote: Before the tide of destruction takes my life,

I once sang and danced in the sunlight.

Now I return to the land of blessing,
Enjoy the laughter of All Saints’ Day.

……

In the daytime, disguised as a traveling traveler,
A place for the soul to rest in peace in the dark night.

Waiting for the warm morning sun one year later,
Enter the endless cycle of death echoes.

……

The final alchemy grand opening,
I was finally freed from the long cycle.

The way to the sun is clear,

So that I can walk out of the tomb and see the sunlight.

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I can do whatever I want there.
Like those who live in the sun.

At this point, Wei Miao thought about it and added a line to the end.

"Creator: Leslie Weir. Ghostwriter: Mr. Gray Rabbit."

She put down her pen and blew on the wet ink on the paper.

"The most important thing about this poem is its shocking content, and the language art is secondary." Wei Miao read the whole poem, and this sentence was more like self-consolation. She couldn't think of elegant and gorgeous words at the moment, "Leslie, I can only help you so far."

She narrated the history of All Saints' Day in Leslie's voice and used metaphors in the poems. The reason why she couldn't be too straightforward was because she was concerned about the attitude of the Blessing Church.

Today, the Requiem Realm and the Soul Hunters are shattered, the power of the Silent Death has been nearly destroyed in the town of Sabo, and the existence of the All Saints' Day is its only remaining legacy.

The Zhuyou sect is the only dominant sect and may not want to cause trouble by publicizing the secrets behind All Saints' Day and attracting some people with ulterior motives.

The world is so vast, Wei Miao believes that there will be a chance to see them again in the future.

If she could hear the poem being recited by a bard the next time she came, she would be able to verify that the current world line was real.

Culture is easier to preserve than physical changes. Given limited means, this is one of the few highly directional traces she could leave behind.

The causes and consequences of the catastrophe may be revealed by others, but there is only one such poem.

Wei Miao folded the paper, put it in an envelope, and left the city hall.

Finally it was delivered to Carol's mailbox.

If there was anyone most likely to help spread the poem, it was undoubtedly Leslie's old lover Carol.

At the end of the poem, she did not write about Leslie's final fate. Whether it is rebirth or continuing to stay in the world, compared to completely disappearing, it is a beautiful thought.

But at least, he won't appear again in the future.

If Carol was willing to investigate, she would easily find out that Leslie had died in the catastrophe long ago.

She would understand the meaning of this poem to Leslie, and would probably think of the unreasonable breakup that happened during the day and come up with all kinds of tragic reasons.

After all, bards have always been the epitome of romance.

Will this poem become popular?

Wei Miao was not sure, and it all depended on Carol's subsequent actions. The final result was just a bonus for her in this instance.

"It's time to leave."

"The way to the sun is clear, that I may come out of my tomb into the daylight. There I shall do all that I wish to do, as those who live in the daylight do." From the Book of the Dead. By the way, some of the previous epitaphs were taken from the Bible.