Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 31 The helplessness of workers
Jupiter's figure gradually dissipated, but the dream still existed. The interlaced light and shadows covered Lin You layer by layer, as if adding many invisible shackles.

"Want to trap me here?" Lin You calmed down and slowly closed his eyes. The power of the microcosm was mobilized and filled every corner of his body. Although the power was not strong, it was not difficult to intentionally cause a little physical stimulation to himself.

Recalling the "scene" he saw when he first came into contact with the microcosm, Lin You made the microcosm suddenly "explode" in himself, and at the same time, he suddenly opened his eyes with force.

It’s like breaking free from the invisible restraints on your body and freeing your consciousness from the dream.

After opening his eyes, Lin You immediately took out a quill pen and shook out a drop of golden "ink" from it; after careful observation, he confirmed that the "real factor" on the "ink" was transmitting countless distracting thoughts from humans in the real dimension to him, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The gods cannot control or forge the "real factor". Now that they can see the natural flow of the "real factor", it means that they have indeed escaped from the dream and are not trapped in a deep dream.

Thanks to director Nolan and "Inception", I learned to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Then, Lin You held the quill pen and tried to write; as expected, the quill pen did not move at all.

As one of the forgers of the quill pen, Jupiter banned Lin You from using it, a ban that was more effective than Athena's ban in the Saint Seiya story.

Athena's original ban was limited to content related to herself, while Jupiter could ban the writing of any text. Banning the quill pen was equivalent to abolishing most of Lin You's abilities; although dreams and prisons could not trap him, he would never be able to escape from this world on his own.

Lin You put away his quill, his calm expression concealing his turbulent heart. He was silently analyzing the situation in front of him.

Jupiter's fundamental purpose is to revive the Pantheon, so he will not do anything that will endanger his life until the last moment, because the quill pen can provide a huge boost to the revival of the Pantheon.

Furthermore, the quill pen is directly bound to one's body and soul. Once the body is damaged, the quill pen will have unpredictable and violent reactions, which may be noticed by the gods of the big world. This will also make Jupiter and Set hesitate to act rashly.

Therefore, it is easier to guess what the other party will do next. Whether they simply want to disrupt the progress of the big world plan or want to make other unknown efforts, they will definitely try their best to delay the integration of the mummy story and the big world to buy time for the next action.

If you want to buy time, you have to control yourself as the writer for as long as possible. Without a writer to sort out the logical contradictions between the two worlds, it would be impossible to complete the integration.

But what can I do in the face of the current situation?

Lin You leaned against the fence and sighed in frustration.

This is like a conflict among several major shareholders on the company's board of directors, which directly brings the company's business to a halt; as an employee, I am caught in the middle and have no way to do anything.

Damn... mortals in the real dimension do this kind of thing, and gods in the imaginary dimension also do this kind of thing; no wonder Chronos said "divinity is human nature".

What is giving Lin You the most headache right now is that the time in the mummy world and the big world is not the same.

The god Amon originally wanted to send himself to the third film in the series, which was China in the mid-1940s; but because of Set's interference, he appeared in Egypt in the early 1920s, entering the time point of the first film.

Under the cover of the native gods of the mummy world, no one knows how long it will take for the gods to find their exact location, let alone at which point in time they will find themselves.

What if they finally locate me in 1930? Doesn't that mean I will waste ten years in this world? To Lin You, this possibility is quite high.

Because if God could find me in 1920, then he should appear in front of me now; but now the prison is quiet inside and outside, nothing is happening. No, it is not quiet here.

Behind a wall, O'Connor, the protagonist of this world, was swearing incessantly.

"Little bastard, where on earth did you come from? I haven't seen you in the past two days. When did you come in? Hey, I'm talking to you! Little thing, you just ruined my good thing... Speak up!"

Lin You rolled his eyes and said, "What's there to say to a man who is about to go to the gallows? I heard that more than two-thirds of the hanged prisoners did not die of suffocation, but died from their cervical vertebrae being broken the moment the pedal fell. If you have time to curse, you might as well use the time to exercise your cervical vertebrae and neck muscles. Maybe you can live one or two more minutes on the gallows."

These words were obviously too vicious for a hanged prisoner to hear, and the verbal abuse from next door unexpectedly became much louder.

"You vicious little thing, a born bad seed... Stick your head out so I can see what you look like. When I die, I will drag your soul to hell with me. Hey, did you hear me, you little bastard... Who did you learn the London accent from? You are a little thug on the streets of Egypt and you still want to pretend to be upper class?"

Because of the angle of the cell door, O'Connor couldn't see Lin You's face or his clothes unless he pressed his face against the bars; so until now he hadn't discovered the boy next door's true ethnicity.

Amid the mercenary's rude abuse, Lin You replied leisurely: "I promise, in less than a minute, you will regret your foul mouth."

"Regret, ahaha, what did I hear, you said regret? Haha..."

"Alaho open." An unintelligible phrase came from the door of the boy's cell, and the lock fell with a slight scraping of metal.

Lin You walked out of the prison door leisurely and stood in front of O'Connor.

The mercenary's laughter stopped abruptly.

In the center of the prison area, people were preparing the gallows, and on the surrounding high walls, people were patrolling with guns; but everyone seemed to have intentionally or unintentionally ignored this direction, and no one noticed that a boy had escaped from prison in broad daylight.

"You...you..." O'Connor looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"A street thug should have some ability to make a living..." Lin You had already put away his wand and was deliberately fooling people. "Door locks, handcuffs, shackles, I can open them if I say so."

O'Connor looked down at the shackles on his hands and feet. When he looked up again, his face was full of flattering smiles: "My dear boy, you are such a lovely little angel..."

"You speak so nicely."

"Oh no, I always just speak the truth..." O'Connor's smile became more enthusiastic.

"So, you scolded me just now because you were honest?"

O'Connor: "..."

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