Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 120 You Don’t Know How Important You Are

When God confirmed that the big world and the demon hunter world had successfully completed a special fusion, Lin You slowly breathed a sigh of relief; the fatigue from running around for more than a month burst out, and the whole person became lazy.

"This long trip has taken me more than a month. Is it not too much to grant me a few months' leave? I still have to go to college to prepare for rewriting the principles of magic and integrating the world with technology."

Lin You felt that he was not asking for too much. After all, with the Witcher world, many stories could be integrated into it without the need for a quill pen.

"I can understand, but I can't guarantee that I can approve your leave. The troubles of the Big World Project are much more than expected, and no one can guarantee what will happen next." God looked at the hundreds of worlds of all sizes on the "sand table" with a solemn expression, not as if he was pretending.

The writer sneered and said, "What kind of trouble could there be? The Olympian pantheon has been keeping a close eye on the Roman pantheon recently, and the two sides are about to fight. Who has the time to cause trouble for the Great World Project? I am more worried that the two pantheons will really fight and destroy the Great World."

"Why is it that when Olympus and the Pantheon come into conflict, no one else will cause trouble for the Great World Plan? Do you know something?" God's eyes were calm, yet meaningful.

"It's just a guess. I have no evidence. Do you want to hear it?"

"If there is no evidence, then forget it. Just don't say it out loud." God looked calm and just gave a special reminder.

"But now that no one has any evidence, should we just let them go on like this?" The writer said impartially, "If the fuss lasts too long and becomes too big, it might even drive the people involved in the Big World Project apart. If the team is divided, it will be hard to carry out the project."

God teased, "Even if the Great World Plan is interrupted, you are still the Ophiuchus Saint, the host of the Moirai Seed of Destiny. With sufficient capital to gain a foothold in the Great World, are you still worried?"

Lin You smiled awkwardly, as if he was embarrassed by someone’s words. “No one would complain about having too many resources, and I am no exception.”

"The dispute between Olympus and the Pantheon is still under control for the time being. If that is what you are worried about, I can answer you this way."

"Then I feel a little relieved." Lin You nodded slightly, "Send me back!"

"of course."

God opened the portal, watched the writer return to the manor, and then turned back to study the large and small worlds on the "sand table", considering which story would first "intersect the celestial sphere" with the world of The Witcher.

The story of "Lord of the Rings"? Or the world of "A Song of Ice and Fire"?
Lin You put aside his worries for the time being, stretched himself and prepared to have a good sleep. Less than half a day had passed in the big world, but he had actually been running around in the demon hunter world for more than a month.

When I walked out of the library, I saw stars outside the window and was surprised to find an uninvited guest in the reception room.

"Gunt O'Dimm?"

Who else could that middle-aged man with a bald head and sinister eyes be but the Master of Mirrors? But after a moment's absence, he was no longer wearing the khaki cloth he wore in the Demon Hunter World, but a blue T-shirt with a yellow windbreaker, a modern look.

When Lin You walked into the reception room, Odimm was sitting on the sofa, teasing Minerva in the stroller, but carefully staying away from the jewel pendant on the baby girl's chest.

"Why are you here? Where is my old butler?" Count Goff didn't think that the old butler would just leave Minerva, his lifeblood, to a stranger.

"Oh, he went to the kitchen and said he wanted to prepare a sumptuous dinner to welcome my old friend." Master Mirror raised his head, looking away from the stroller, and looked at the owner of the manor.

"You...are his old friend?"

"I made him think that I was his old friend." The devil said calmly, "It's normal for a mortal to be deceived by a devil, right?" "Besides making him hallucinate, I hope you didn't do anything more to him."

"Don't worry, don't worry, Writer." O'Dimm's tone seemed lazy, but it was actually serious. "No one can go against the established facts written by the quill pen. At least I can't, and I dare not."

"Well, I'm grateful that you think highly of me." Lin You smiled, but his smile was fake; who would believe the lies of a devil?

O'Dimm looked at the writer and said seriously: "Do you think I am complimenting you? No, I am just stating a fact; perhaps you don't even know how important you are."

Lin You sneered and asked, "I don't even know it myself, but you know it? How long have you been in the big world?"

"Is it calculated according to the time of the big world? I have been here for eighty-three years. Oh, and New Year's Day just passed, so it is now the eighty-fourth year."

“Eighty-four years?” Count Goff paused as he was about to sit down. “So you came here in 1908… with Ciri?”

The demon smiled and nodded, praising the writer's quick response: "We didn't come together, but we did borrow the power of the Ancient Blood. You guys are really guarding the Demon Hunter World very strictly. There is a passage where the celestial spheres meet, but it is almost impossible to cross."

"That is to say, I parted with you less than ten minutes ago, and then at some point in time you used Ciri's power to travel through time and space to come to the year 1908 in the big world, and have lived there for more than eighty years?" Lin You thought, isn't the Ciri of 1908 the content that I just modified with my quill pen?
O'Dimm admitted frankly: "Although the process is not as simple as you said, it is basically correct, that's it."

The reception room was quiet for a moment. Lin You frowned and asked, "What have you done in the past eighty years?"

"Of course I didn't do nothing for such a long time," the devil said as a matter of course, "I expanded my business, signed a few contracts, and collected a few lonely souls."

"That's it?"

"That's all. What do you think I'm going to do?" O'Dimm asked back.

"How can I guess the devil's mind?"

Odiem smiled: "It seems that you really don't know how important you are."

"You said this when we first met. What exactly do you want to say?" Lin You was a little impatient.

"Let me tell you this, writer. I have been observing the Forrester family since the first day I came into this world. But in the past eighty years, I have never dared to step out of line and make any move that might change the story line of this family."

O'Dimm talked freely;

"Were you worried about the old butler? That's unnecessary. I have known about this person for more than fifty years, but I have never thought of hurting him; because what you wrote with your quill pen is that this butler will continue to serve you until at least 1992. Since you wrote this, I - and not just me - will never do anything contrary to this content."

Lin You's expression changed slightly, and he finally began to take the devil's words seriously, and asked, "Why?"

"Because any changes that contradict the content written by the quill pen will become a logical contradiction in the big world; if the contradiction cannot be eliminated in time, the contradiction itself and the source of the contradiction may be directly erased."

O'Dimm looked at the pen holder with sparkling eyes. "Now do you know how important you and the quill in your hand are?"

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