Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 12 The End of a Story That Cannot Be Written
Chronos' face turned green with laughter.

It is easy to imagine that if the God of Time really removed the seal on Olympus on the quill pen, the other gods would never help him add it back.

Even though it is not like what Asclepius said, "the gods all wish others to die", "intrigue and mutual suspicion" are inevitable.

Once the seal was lifted, the quill became a flaw and weakness of the Olympian pantheon.

What if there was a chance to use this quill pen against the Olympian pantheon? Although it would require a soul from the real dimension to maximize its power, what if there was a chance to win over the writer to one's side?
As for the gods, they understand this kind of "what if" better and are better at taking advantage of it than mortals.

Amid the deliberately amplified laughter of the Ophiuchus Saint, the God of Time seemed to have made up his mind. He looked directly at the eight-year-old boy in front of him and said, "Tell me what you want to write. If it is feasible, I will give you the corresponding authority."

Hearing this, Lin You turned to look at Asclepius first, but saw that the other party's laughter stopped and was also looking at him intently.

After calming himself down, the boy opened his mouth and began to read his draft in a childish but clear voice: "Because of Ophiuchus's crazy act of destroying the world, all gods, from the king of gods Zeus on down, were terrified, fearing that outstanding warriors among humans would continue to rise and endanger the authority of the gods. Therefore, although there were many objections, the holy clothes were still sealed and the constellation fell silent; the secrets of the microcosm have been sealed in the world of gods since then, and it is unknown when a new chapter can be restarted."

Chronos' brows were furrowed into the shape of a "川" character when he heard the first sentence, and they did not relax until the end.

"You want to completely erase the basis for the existence of the Saint Seiya story?"

"Yes!" Lin You said frankly, "The logical contradictions in the Saint Seiya world are constantly accumulating and worsening during the course of the story. Most of the contradictions are directly related to the existence of the 'Saint Seiya' group. If the 'Saint Seiya' no longer exists, the contradictions will disappear as well."

“But if stories no longer exist, can this world still exist?”

Lin You smiled and said, "That's why I left the last sentence, 'I don't know when I can restart a new chapter'. I left it a spark. As long as the spark is still there, the Saint Seiya story will not be completely gone, and the world will not be destroyed. When the time is right in the future, the Saint Seiya group can be rebuilt and a new Saint Seiya story can be derived. This new story will redefine the worldview and rules from scratch, avoiding all the original logical contradictions in advance."

Chronos thought about it and felt that this plan sounded familiar. "Your method seems to be very similar to the experiences in some comic worlds."

"Yes, that's what you think." Lin You did not shy away from admitting his inspiration. "Whether it's Marvel or DC, they have played the trick of restarting the timeline to death. When the story of a generation develops to the point where it can no longer make sense, they restart it completely and build character relationships and worldviews from scratch."

Chronos seemed convinced by this reason, but he did not agree immediately because there was another more difficult problem.

"Although the logical problem has been solved, do you think Zeus will agree with this ending? Make him admit his fear of Ophiuchus?" The God of Time did not think that a simply logical ending would be accepted by the Olympian gods.

Asclepius lost no time in interrupting and mockingly asked, "If it wasn't because of fear, why was I sealed away for a thousand years?"

Lin You smiled and pointed around, signaling the God of Time to face reality: "Writing this way can adapt to the changes in the Saint Seiya world. The most important thing is to save ink and paper, and not go to the trouble of making up a cause of the incident. At this time, it is impossible to have both face and substance."

"Every word written with a quill pen will become a reality. Once you write it, you will sow a seed of fear of human beings in the hearts of the Olympian gods; fear can sometimes make people cowardly, but sometimes it can also drive people crazy." Chronos said solemnly, "How many disasters have erupted because of fear? This is not just a difference between appearance and substance."

Lin You was unmoved and reminded calmly: "I want to correct you. Not every sentence written by a quill pen will become a reality. Only those with complete causes and consequences and logical in themselves will become a reality.

Any logical error written by the quill pen will be magnified thousands of times in the future, causing even more tragic disasters. Without giving Zeus and the gods a reasonable source of motivation, this ending is a tree without roots. Do you still want to keep the flame of the Saint Seiya world?"

Chronos hesitated for a moment.

Lin You did not urge him, but looked up at the sky; because the earth whose zenith was getting closer and closer - that was the big world where Lin You lived - would urge him on his behalf.

Chronos can freeze time to prevent the logical contradictions of the world itself from erupting, but he cannot prevent the conflict between the worldviews of two different worlds. The closer the Saint Seiya world is to the big world, the faster it will be destroyed; the God of Time does not have much time left.

The most relaxed person on the scene was Asclepius, the initiator who pushed the Saint Seiya world to the brink of collapse. He seemed to have no strength to support his body and half-lying down. He threw down his scepter and leaned against the boulder beside the road, his eyes constantly looking at Lin You.

"We've met for a long time, but I don't know your identity? You look like you are Asian? I have an old acquaintance from China, his name is Tong Hu."

"I know you, and I know Tonghu. Unfortunately, Kurumada may have messed up your story and character." Lin You couldn't help but take a few more glances at the gold armor. Kurumada was not good at making up stories, but the gold armor he drew was really pleasing to the eye. "Bryce de Forest, my soul comes from the real dimension, and I live in London in the big world. Usually, the gods call me by my Chinese name in my previous life - Lin You."

Asclepius nodded as a greeting and said with a smile, "I don't care how the creator wrote me. When I saw the truth of the world, I had already jumped out of the fate he set for me."

"Yes, you have pulled the whole world out of his preset trajectory. Otherwise, I wouldn't have to make a special trip here."

Asclepius laughed triumphantly, and in his laughter he seemed to ask a question casually: "Have you ever thought that when you come from the real dimension to our illusory dimension, your life and your destiny are also in the trajectory predetermined by others, just like mine in the past?"

Lin You was very clear-headed and guessed that this Ophiuchus Saint, who had devoted his life to resisting the gods, was trying to stab him in the heart.

The boy replied with a half-smile: "Based on my experience of writing online articles in the real dimension, if someone wrote me into a story, he would most likely starve to death."

Asclepius' eyes flickered, and he just laughed along with Lin You, as if he had given up the idea of ​​continuing to stab.

At this time, the God of Time finally made a decision.

"Give me the quill!"

Chronos' decision was reasonable; Lin You just didn't expect the other party to make a decision so quickly.

The quill pen was handed over, turned around in Chronos's hand, and immediately returned to Lin You's hand.

Asclepius took one look and laughed out loud. "You really have implemented the concept of 'just right' to the extreme. You cut the seals just right, not too much, not too little, leaving no room for error. This is just enough for the child to finish writing his intended ending."

Lin You, however, didn't care at all and spun his quill in circles. "It's understandable. We can't leave the fate of the gods completely in the hands of a mortal. It's enough to write the ending."

"Hurry up." Chronos urged with a dark face. It was obvious that He was not completely free from the risks of lifting the seal.

The sky above is already filled with the Earth, and time is running out.

"Don't worry, this paragraph doesn't have many words, and it's much easier to write than saving the fairy tale world." Lin You was already very familiar with using the quill pen. He memorized less than a hundred words by heart and finished it in one go.

"It won't take long for this text to become the history of this world!"

The tip of the quill pen slid gently, the air had no resistance, and the strokes were smooth and flowing; the boy seemed to be concentrating on doing this, but he suddenly caught the subtle movements of Asclepius out of the corner of his eye.

At some point, the half-lying Ophiuchus Saint had bent his legs, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and his hands each holding the two broken pieces of the snake-wrapped staff. This position allowed him to leap up at any time.

Lin You's eyes moved slightly, and then he saw Chronos looking at him with a smile on his face, as if he was hinting at something. He immediately felt relieved, and could even deduce what might happen next.

The Ophiuchus Saint fought desperately, trying to destroy the efforts to save the Saint World, but was easily suppressed by Chronos.

Even the reincarnated Athena was powerless to fight back against the pranks played by this primordial god, so how could an Ophiuchus Saint, who was at the end of his strength, turn the tables?
But the accident came so suddenly that before Asclepius could make a move, the quill pen in Lin You's hand had problems.

When writing the last two sentences, the quill pen suddenly stopped, as if it was pulled by a mysterious force and fixed firmly in mid-air, unable to move.

Lin You tried his best but couldn't write even a single stroke.

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