Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 327 How long can the gods tolerate Lin You?

When leaving the Garden of Eden, Lin You looked relaxed, as if he had let go of most of his worries; after returning to Forrest Manor, Earl Goff's face suddenly became gloomy for a moment, but he quickly realized his gaffe and controlled his expression.

The two sentences that God said casually seemed to be like two sharp thorns, piercing the heart of the writer.

"Your influence on the 'unknown' has surpassed any god in the illusory dimension."

“Without a quill, even the most powerful concept cannot be implemented into the big world.”

Lin You leaned on the sofa in the reception room, closed his eyes slightly, and let his consciousness sink into the depths of his soul.

Here there is chaotic energy like the birth of the universe, a seed of destiny that has taken root and sprouted, and of course, the simple-looking quill pen.

As a writer, Lin You has a complicated attitude towards the goose feather pen, which can be described as "keeping a respectful distance from it." He "respects" it because it gives him the capital to establish himself in the illusory dimension, and he "keeps a distance from it" because it also means that the gods are monitoring and vigilant against him.

The gods imposed extremely harsh restrictions on the quill pen to protect its own safety. However, as the will of the world gradually awakens and the role of the pen holder in "unknown" events becomes more and more important, can these restrictions still give the gods enough sense of security?

Unlike previous "unknown" events, this time the "unknown" almost killed an Olympian god at the beginning. In the past, there were gods who fell into a deep sleep, but they were plotted by other gods of the same level, which was a normal phenomenon in the gods' psychological cognition.

But what about this time?

A branch god from a small world was taking the lead and almost replaced the true god of the same priesthood. This had never happened before.

Gods cannot bleed - no matter if they are facing mortals or subordinate gods. Now that Ares has shed blood, will the other gods be terrified by this?
Furthermore, the Great World Plan is intended to maintain the survival of the gods; but if the plan itself turns around and poses a threat to the gods, is there any need to continue this plan?
This is the key issue that is closely related to the writer.

"Guys named Ares are always full of trouble!" Lin You secretly complained, while casting his gaze towards the microcosm and the seed of destiny.

If the worst happens and the Big World Project can no longer continue, these two things will become the most powerful tools in Lin You's hands.

There is nothing much to say about Cosmo. Without any training from other Saints and no blessing from the Goddess, he can only grow step by step. Going from silver to gold is a qualitative leap, and it is not so easy to cross.

For Lin You, the best news is that the Ophiuchus microcosm itself came from a person who was comparable to a god, and had a solid foundation; as long as Lin You himself did not die and slowly absorbed and integrated it, he would be able to reach gold, it was just a matter of time.

What Lin You found most difficult to comment on was the seeds of destiny. Seeds that had already taken root and sprouted could no longer be called seeds, but rather slowly growing seedlings. The roots of the seedlings were divided into two branches: one branch extended to a special fusion world based on the Demon Hunter world, and the other branch extended to the big world.

The roots that extend to the Demon Hunter world are stronger, after all, the seeds are ripened by the fate of that world. As time goes by, more and more stories adopt special fusion methods; those stories that are not set on Earth but have similar native civilizations to Earth are gradually included.

Like "The Lord of the Rings", "A Song of Ice and Fire", "One Piece", "Naruto" and the like; if you say they are stories from the Earth, they cannot be integrated into the Earth in terms of geographical space and time and space environment; if you say they are not stories from the Earth, the medieval royal struggles, magic, ninjutsu, and navigation are all derived from human civilization or fantasy, and it is impossible to rewrite them into stories about aliens.

These stories can only be glued together with "The Witcher" in a special way.

The more stories merged, the more power the seeds of destiny gained, and the more developed the roots that extended to that world were. But Lin You's foothold was the Earth of the big world, and he didn't want to mess around in those weird worlds.

What's so good about One Piece? It's a world of water, with few real continents to be seen; the people who sail all day long wear bright and colorful clothes, but in fact they are all rotten.

What good are the medieval environments of "The Lord of the Rings" and "A Song of Ice and Fire"? There is not even a piece of toilet paper. Do you have to carefully use "clean up" after going to the toilet, for fear of accidentally removing the rectal mucosa?
Looking back at the root system extending towards the big world, the roots are short and sparse. The only thing that makes people slightly happy is that the root system is still healthy, giving a feeling of endless vitality.

"Fate, fate..." Lin You muttered to himself; among the three things deep in his soul, the one he was most unsure of was the seed of fate. The upper limit of the power of "fate" could be infinitely high, but Lin You was not sure which level he could reach.

While he was thinking about it, he found that the energy of the microcosm began to flow spontaneously, vaguely echoing with another energy source in the outside world. At the same time, Lin You also realized that his body was being "beaten"; he quickly regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see that it was indeed Minerva who was making trouble.

The little girl had been thinking about her "snacks" for today and hadn't eaten them yet. Just now she was distracted by Diana. Now she remembered it and immediately ran to find her brother. Seeing Lin You "closing his eyes and pretending to sleep", the little girl got angry and climbed up to beat his belly like a drum.

After such a long time, most of the godhood of Athena from the world of God of War has been eaten by Minerva, and now there is very little left. Just like ordinary children, they can't get enough of the good things at first, but when the good things they love become less and less, they will cherish them in turn and can't bear to take the last bite.

Minerva was doing the same now, holding the little remaining godhood in her hands, eating it one bite at a time, eating it slower and slower, as if every bite hurt her. "Brother, brother, Diana..." She mumbled while eating, her voice unclear.

"What happened to Diana?"

"Diana...um, who is she?" Children of this age have often just learned to fully express their wishes and are at the stage when they like to communicate with others; if they suddenly encounter a question that they don't understand at all, they will naturally remember it firmly in their hearts.

"Didn't I tell you that she is your elder sister and also your younger sister?" Lin You teased her deliberately.

Minerva frowned again; she knew the difference between an older sister and a younger sister, but asking her at her age to understand what "both...and" meant was like asking a physics nerd to understand what "wave-particle duality" meant.

This is beyond the scope, you know?

"Okay, next time you see her, you can call her Diana. As for whether she should be the elder sister or the younger sister, wait until you have decided. In fact, it doesn't matter." Seeing that the little girl had an aggrieved expression and wanted to hit someone, Lin You had to use the "pat on the head" to comfort her.

At this time, the old butler came in: "Professor Dumbledore is here to visit."

"At this time?" Lin You looked out the window. It was dark. Today was unusually busy and it was already late at night without him noticing.

Dumbledore was not the kind of person who didn't know etiquette; coming here without notice so late at night must be about something important.

Perhaps there is progress in the investigation.

(End of this chapter)