Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 27: A pen is all you need to make up a story

When Lin You was about to step into the portal, God suddenly called him: "Have you thought of a rewrite plan?"

Lin You turned around slowly, his eyes had already returned to calmness; "Of course, isn't this what you hired me to do?"

God seemed to be touched by the boy's confident look and nodded slightly: "You have done a good job this year - it would be better if you could abuse your power for personal gain less."

Lin You smiled nonchalantly: "For me, I can make up stories if I have a pen, and I will take advantage of others if I have the chance."

Before he could finish his words, the eight-year-old boy staggered and was pushed into the portal.

This time the destination is not Blackwater Bay where the inn is located, but Treasure Island, the treasure trove of the story.

Before coming here, Lin You specially checked the map; in terms of topography, this Treasure Island is not at all like Cocos Island in the big world.

The entire island has been split into two by a huge space-time rift.

This crack represents the logical contradiction caused by the two pirates Flint and the two treasure maps.

Lin You looked up at the sky out of habit, and indeed saw the shadow of the big world covering the sky. The two worlds have entered the prelude to fusion, and the information belonging to each world has begun to penetrate and influence each other, which has also triggered logical contradictions.

Although the space-time rift will not be noticed by people in three-dimensional space, when the Treasure Island story is integrated into the big world, the terrifying power of this rift will immediately erupt; in the worst case scenario, it will completely destroy Treasure Island, and then destroy all people and things related to the island.

"Even if we force the fusion without any processing, it will most likely reduce the stability of the big world, but it will not cause fundamental damage to the framework structure." Lin You repeatedly looked at the space-time rift and made a judgment based on past experience.

If the disruption to the Treasure Island story was an attempt by a "black hand," then it turns out that the "black hand" does pose a threat to the larger world, but the threat is limited - if the disruption remains at the current level.

However, if a story world that was originally close to "harmless" can be transformed into what it is now, who can say that the mastermind behind the scenes will not do something crazier and more destructive?
Lin You took out a quill pen and began to write while standing at the edge of the space-time rift.

"After the pirates came to Cocos Island to divide the spoils, the gold and silver were laid out on the beach. Over time, the island was nicknamed 'Treasure Island'."

These words had been drafted long ago, and they were written in one go; the influence of distracting thoughts was much less. The words turned into golden light and scattered into the ground under his feet, and the whole island shook silently.

Like the rifts in space and time, the vibrations cannot be felt by people in three-dimensional space; what follows the vibrations is a drastic change in the topography.

The mountains, ravines, soft sandy beaches, and fjords extending into the sea are all silently changing, becoming the appearance of Cocos Island in the big world.

This change is not a change in the island's geological structure, but a modification at a higher dimension; it's like someone took off a mural on the wall and directly replaced it with a new one.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the space-time rift that always stretches across the island. Upon closer inspection, the rift seems to have become deeper and longer.

The modification of the quill pen not only failed to bridge the logical contradiction caused by the two treasure maps, but even deepened it.

"The next part is the most troublesome part." Lin You sighed like a social animal facing difficulties at work.

He replaced the quill in his hand with a dark wood wand, and cast a few stunning spells to knock down the seagulls flying overhead. Then he solemnly pointed the tip of the wand at the unconscious birds.

"This is the first time I use it. If something goes wrong, it's your bad luck, don't blame me." The eight-year-old boy muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and used the new spell for the first time.

"All beasts return to spirits... No, that's wrong." Lin You realized something was wrong as soon as the spell came out, but it was too late when he reacted.

The seagull's head that was hit by the magic exploded into a bloody mist with a "bang".

"Forget it, forget it. Although birds are smart, their brains are too small and too fragile. They cannot withstand high-intensity magic without modification." Lin You knocked his head with the magic wand, "With their current ability to withstand, they can only use the most basic...Beast Telepathy!" A magic flashed and accurately hit the second unconscious seagull.

Congratulations, everything is fine.

"Wake up quickly." Lin You woke up the seagull with great expectation, "Tell me, where does the human who has been living on this island live?"

The unmodified bird could not speak, but Lin You accurately received the consciousness transmitted by the other party.

The beast's spiritual power took effect.

The island was not big, and Lin You easily determined the direction. Then he cast a spell to cancel the effect of "Communication among Hundred Beasts".

"Okay, thanks for your help, you are free."

The released seagull took off shakily, flapped its wings, hit a tree branch and fell down again.

It seems that having its brain disturbed by magic twice in a short period of time has brought considerable negative impact to this unfortunate seagull.

The culprit shrugged and left irresponsibly. He was in a hurry to find Ben Gunn, who was a rare but extremely crucial character in the story of Treasure Island. He was a former subordinate of the pirate Flint and the real discoverer of Flint's treasure.

Before the protagonist landed on the island, the treasure had already been dug out and hidden in a cave, leaving all treasure hunters empty-handed.

At this point in time, the former pirate had been exiled to the island for three years. He was now ragged, had a messy beard, and exuded an indescribable stench from head to toe.

The stench not only came from his body, but also permeated the entire cave where he lived.

Even though Lin You didn't have any mysophobia, he frowned and didn't want to get within three feet of the other person; he used a "faint" spell from a distance, and then added a "forget everything" spell, making the other person completely forget that he had dug out Flint's treasure.

Finally, Lin You endured the pungent stench and searched the cave inside and out. Sure enough, he found a few heavy iron boxes in the corner. Then he checked carefully and confirmed that there were no objects belonging to Flint's treasure left in the cave. Only then did he use the levitation spell to drag the iron boxes away.

I don’t know if it was because of the stench on the disgusting boxes, or if the treasures were simply not appreciated for the junk in those boxes, but they were not stored in the dimensional space. Instead, they were sent to the deepest part of the deepest fjord on the island and buried in a cave dug underwater with an excavation spell, completely hidden.

After doing all this, Lin You looked up and saw a white sail faintly visible on the sea in the distance; that was the protagonists of the Treasure Island story who were about to arrive.

"I'm sorry. For the sake of the stability of the big world, I have to let you make a wasted trip." Lin You apologized insincerely and changed the quill pen back to his hand.

New golden words were written on the highest point of the cliff.

"For many years, Flint's treasure had never been found; some people doubted the authenticity of the treasure map, but there were always people who wanted to get rich quickly and set out on a treasure hunt."

"What's worse, in order to claim ownership of the treasure, more and more sailors in this sea area claimed to be Flint's subordinates, or even Flint himself. Rumors and fighting all started because of the treasure, and there was no end."

Lin You had also pondered this passage countless times in his mind, so it was easy for him to write it.

This time, the golden words did not sink into the earth, but rose into the air and sank into the big world above.

The space-time rift across the island disappeared in an instant, the two worlds merged into one, and the whole process was uneventful.

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