From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 561 Tips
After a strange trance.

Gillan's vision fell into darkness.

He seemed to have lost his sense of time and could not tell the direction, and could only let his body and consciousness travel through an unknown space.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Jilan felt like he had penetrated an invisible but extremely tough "membrane" and arrived in a completely new place.

Suddenly, I felt solid ground under my feet.

I could hear the faint sound of hustle and bustle.

He then opened his eyes.

Jilan found that he was standing on the ground of an alley. The surroundings were very clean and tidy. Even the trash can had a shiny mirror surface with a high-tech feel, and there was an electronic nameplate on the waist.

I looked up at the sky; it was clear and cloudless.

There is even a "sky curtain" located above the urban cluster, which is like a projection, reporting the major news that has happened recently.

The AI ​​female anchor with beautiful features, sweet voice, and a silver uniform was sitting in front of the stage with a smile on her face, reading the press release:
"…The 'Seventh Generation Human Gene Optimization Fluid' project developed by the 'Glass Rose' laboratory has made significant progress. According to the laboratory director, Mr. Jebel Condy, this generation of gene fluid can effectively eliminate human pathogenic factors and significantly extend the natural lifespan to 150 years."

"It is expected that the first batch of 55 bottles of gene optimization liquid will be officially released on the th of next month."

"…According to our understanding, the mysterious and harmful incident that occurred in the High Tower area the day before yesterday was caused by two lone mysterious individuals. It has caused four deaths and many injuries. The economic losses have not yet been fully calculated."

"The Empire's 'Hand of Order' has dispatched the God-chosen Force to arrest the two suspects and await subsequent trial."

Gillan stared at the news footage in the sky in silence.

His gaze shifted to the upper left corner of the "sky curtain", where the time was displayed: February 2036, 2.

"It has only been ten years since Mr. Clark, the "director", first traveled to this secret history... The speed of time on both sides seems to be different."

Gillan thought.

He walked out of the alley and onto the street.

Looking at the bustling and technologically advanced street scenes of the near future, Jilan felt as if he were in another world.

The vehicles on the road are colorful and streamlined, like enlarged bullets or water drops, without wheels and drivers.

They move very fast but very smoothly, like machines on an assembly line conveyor belt, without any deviation.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed in "weird" clothes, equipped with various technological devices that Jilan had never seen before, from large items like umbrellas, objects that could rotate on the back, to small items like a transparent, glowing ring.

On the contrary, his attire of a suit and tie and a short hat seemed out of place with the surrounding environment and attracted a lot of attention.

People looked at Gillan with strange, curious and teasing eyes, as if they regarded him as a performance artist or a fan of retro clothing.

Jilan's spiritual awareness unfolded, and soon he frowned.

Because he found that every T-shaped street light on the street was equipped with a camera, and it was aimed at him.

'This heavily secret history belongs to the era of big data with advanced technology. A "stranger" like me who has no resident information or proof will instantly attract the attention of local officials...'

Gillan pulled the brim of his hat down and walked back into the alley.

"I guess the 'chosen troops' mentioned in the news have already sent people to look for me."

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he teleported and disappeared from the spot.

It turned out to be just as Gillan had guessed.

Just minutes after he left, a group of four or five men and women in shiny fluorescent windbreaker uniforms came to the alley and scanned the scene with a suitcase-like device.

"Captain, confirmed they have left."

A woman with short green hair said indifferently.

The burly man with a crew cut nodded in response.

"This is a strange man who is not in the 'Central Database'. He has a mysterious magnetic field. He is most likely an unknown lone mysterious person. Find him as soon as possible..."

"Yes, Captain."

The other men and women responded one after another.

At this time, Jilan was standing on the rooftop of a high-rise building, facing the cold wind and overlooking the bustling urban area.

Traveling to this secret history, he was a little confused.

Lacking identity information, I feel like a "smuggler" and it is extremely inconvenient for me to move around.

'Do I have to secretly collect the "real game" cartridges like Mr. Clark, and then clear them one by one to get the corresponding achievement badges... until I have collected ten badges, I can see the "Sleeping Master" of the February Sichen here?'

Ji Lan frowned slightly.

He doesn't have that much time.

If he really needs to follow the "rules of the game" to see another self, Jilan will choose to give up and return to the original secret history first to solve the urgent dilemma.

But just as he was thinking about countermeasures.

Jilan suddenly noticed something and looked up.

He saw a colorful beam of light that could only be seen by those with high spiritual vision falling from the sky and instantly landing on him.

'This is……'

Gillan was surprised, but did not dodge.

'The power of "colorful"!'

hum-

Almost the next second, Jilan felt sleepy. He did not resist, but closed his eyes, followed the instructions, and fell asleep standing there.

Consciousness sank.

Gilan came to this land of gods with a heavy secret history.

Descended to the "Temple" area.

There was yellow sand all around, and the deep red sunset sky covered the head.

Not far ahead, on top of the sand pile stood a high-backed throne, on which sat a man in a red suit and a tall hat.

"'Sleeping Master'?"

Jilan looked at the young man who looked exactly like him and spoke in surprise.

This was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

The feeling is far more shocking than watching the movie.

"Nice to meet you, me from another secret history."

"Master Mei" smiled.

"Me too." Gilan smiled in response. "Have you noticed me since I traveled here?"

"Yes." The other party nodded. "In this secret history, whether it is the material world or the astral world, it is all under my surveillance... All places where you can dream are my domain."

Hearing this, Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

I am so powerful now that I know this secret history!
"I came here on this trip just to ask for your help."

Gillan did not beat around the bush. He knew his own temper, so he chose to be straightforward and make his intentions clear.

The "Master" nodded and said softly:

"I know. The fact that you were able to complete the 'Secret History Journey' means that Clark in your level of Secret History is dead, and you got the 'Bilan' in his hand... But now you are only level 7, so the situation is probably not optimistic."

"Yes." Gillan took a deep breath. "Mr. Clark was killed by the three art masters long before I came. Fortunately, He had prepared for it and left many backup plans, including the 'real film'..."

"Through the last movie "Curtain Call" shot by Him, I learned about the original secret history and the truth about myself. I also learned about multiple secret histories and your existence..." Jilan took a moment to explain to the "Master of Sleep" what she had experienced.

The young man in red clothes on the throne listened silently, nodded from time to time, and looked thoughtful.

After a while.

"…Right now, Tolina is suffering countless fatal injuries and pain for the Owena Federation due to the hidden dangers left behind when she ascended. I can only reverse the situation in the Bremen Empire by killing the two hostile apostles as soon as possible."

Jilan said in a deep voice.

After listening to this, the "Master of Sleep" smiled, but the first question he asked was:
"The Miss Tolina you are talking about is the August Hour in the Secret History you are in?"

"Yes." Jilan nodded. "His ascension was aided by the 'Enlightenment Spark' left by the third Si Sui 'God of Love', and was also born from the remains slain by the Seventh Si Chen..."

The "Master of Sleep" was silent for a while, then said:
"Here, the 'God of Love' has not fallen, so there is no Omer, the Seventh Hour, and there is no Miss Tolina... Even the Hour you are familiar with does not exist."

Then, He asked curiously:
"That Miss Tolina, is she your wife?"

"Uh..." Jilan was stunned. He didn't know why the other party asked this, but he still said truthfully: "No... Not yet."

“Do you love Him then?”

The young man in red clothes on the throne asked again.

Gillan was stunned again.

He fell silent and asked his other self:
"what is love?"

"I do not know."

The "Master of Sleep" shook his head, leaned lazily on the throne, and chuckled:
"Because I have never loved anyone, and no one has ever loved me... But I feel that 'love' is a force that overrides all laws. It can violate the so-called 'equal exchange'. It only gives, but never returns."

"If it's as you say..."

Gillan looked into his heart and thought of the helpless girl lying on the bed in pain, and his heart tightened.

“I am willing to give to Him without asking for anything in return.”

"So... Miss Tolina, does He love you?"

The young man in red asked again.

Gillan recalled the past, Torina's waiting, blushing, joy, smile and the suffering she was willing to endure for him.

He nodded silently.

"very good."

The young man in red looked pleased.

"You are one of the few among the thousands of secret histories who possesses 'love' for me... Perhaps, you can really touch the authority of Mahab."

"To be honest, I envy you a little."

"Meizhu" sighed.

"I have helped more than a dozen of myself, but they all failed. In the final analysis, it was the lack of 'love'."

"Among them, in the world I named 'Secret History K', Gillan there not only failed, but also became an accomplice of the Outer Gods. After killing his opponent Clark, he ascended to the 'Nightmare' of the February Hour and corrupted and devoured the entire 'Secret History K', turning it into nothingness."

"The situation in 'Secret History C' is quite different. There are 36 months there, with 36 Hour Masters. Gillan and Clark both ascend to the Hour Masters, but they are caught in an endless struggle... just like the 'Crippled King' and the 'Blind General' in your Secret History."

"They have all reached a dead end, engaging in meaningless internal friction, and ultimately cannot escape the fate of being chess pieces."

After saying this, "Muizhu" paused for a moment.

He looked at Gillan again and said:
"Over the years, I have found some new clues. I hope they can be helpful to you..."

"In summary, three conditions must be met to find the location of the 'leap month':
First, you must not ascend to the throne of God in the conventional way, that is, you cannot become the God of any month in your cognition. This is a trap that will bind you to the secret history and replace the law to keep the world running.

Second, the balance of the secret history must be disturbed and the original order must be broken. The simplest method is to kill the gods, which I have tried before, because there were originally eighteen Sichen in this secret history, and I killed twelve of them, leaving only six.

Third, dispel the dream of the 'God of Love' in your secret history, and let the world wake up from the dream and return to its original state. "

Hearing this, Jilan was surprised.

This secret history of myself actually killed twelve Si Chen? !
No wonder this world is only six months old!

But he quickly frowned.

"I understand the first two points, but what does the third point mean? The dream of the 'God of Love'?"

"Do you find it strange that Clark and Gillan, in every secret history, are vying for the position of the Hour of February?"

"The Master of Sleep" asked back.

Ji Lan was stunned. Only after the other party reminded him did he realize this.

"Because February is very special, no matter which year, it is the shortest month. Every four years, there will be 42 hours missing... This is actually the effect of the 'leap month', but people can't notice it."

The young man in red clothes talked eloquently.

"So, February is the month closest to a leap month. Clark and Gillan, as pawns of the Outer Gods, will instinctively chase February. This is the truth... However, once they become the Sichen of February, they are trapped in a dead end."

"I understand."

Gillan nodded.

"But what does this have to do with the 'God of Love' dream?"

"Don't worry, listen to me slowly."

The young man in red clothes said.

"The third God of Love was the least polluted by the foreign gods, but he was not unaffected... He died in your secret place, so I guess he left his remains behind?"

"Yes." Gilan replied affirmatively. "A huge pale whale manifested in the material world."

"This is the influence of the Outer God's 'Final Moment'. Destruction will definitely leave traces... Therefore, the corpse of the 'God of Love' will also dream, but no one can detect the way it dreams."

The young man in red replied.

Hearing this, Jilan suddenly thought of something, a look of shock appeared on his face, and he murmured:

"Miasma... It's miasma! The miasma that covers the entire world is actually the medium that pulls the world into the dream of the God of Love."

Jilan thought about it and looked up:
"My secret history was all in the dream of the God of Love from beginning to end?! It was all fake?!"

"No, you're wrong."

However, the young man in red shook his head.

"'Dreams of Ascaris' will only affect the operation of the world, but it does not create a completely new world for everyone to live in a dream... You can think of that kind of 'miasma' as an invisible force that pushes the direction of the world."

“At the same time, it’s also a form of protection.”

"Protect?"

"That's right," said the young man in red. "It isolates the astral world from the material world, so that the power of the mortal world has a threshold, thus preventing the superiors from intervening too much."

"I see!"

Gillan had an epiphany.

"The origin of the earthly threshold is the effect and influence of miasma... If I remove the miasma, I will also expel the so-called 'dream of the lost worm'."

"Is such that."

"Master Mei" nodded.

"At that time, the world will return to its original state, and the real body of the superior can also appear in the material world... Only in this way can you complete the 'leap month' in the mortal world and ascend to the god's 'leap month' to manage the time."

(End of this chapter)