Falsifying history is good business

Lin You did not disturb the bard and the Grand Duchess for too long. His main reason for coming to Toussaint was to check in with the Supreme Avatar of Fate; after all, he was conducting experiments on someone else's territory, so he had to come over to say hello when the results came out.

If someone truly treats you as a brother and even shares the power of destiny with you, you should give him some face.

After the hellos were said, the rest was Lin You’s own business; and it was a fucking headache.

When it became clear that the world had evolved to the point where humans could create new gods, the writer's brows remained furious for a long time; when humans' spiritual beliefs could bring tangible benefits to the gods, no god would turn a blind eye to it.

He seemed to see one battle for faith after another, and not the so-called "holy war" in the Middle Ages where mortals shouted slogans and fought for secular rights in the name of God.

If we don't handle this well this time, God himself might take action.

Similar things appear too often in the magic and fantasy stories of the East and the West; the Western world competes for believers, and the Eastern world fights for incense and merit, and the intrigues and deceptions are so intense that the world is shaken.

The difference is that in the real dimension these are just stories, written into novels, made into film and television dramas, for people to watch for fun; in the virtual dimension, these things will become bloody "reality".

The Supreme God of Destiny is not worried about this, because He is the master of this world, and even if a new god appears, he will have to accept the constraints of the long river of destiny.

More importantly, it takes a very long time to create a personified god from nothing with pure belief; it is extremely rare for a god like Lin You to quickly increase his divine power through belief, and the process also requires the approval of the Supreme God of Destiny. Therefore, the Supreme God of Destiny has plenty of time to calmly lay out in the demon hunter world.

But the same situation is completely different in the big world. There is no one master who has the final say, and there are countless gods who have the motive and intention to increase their divine power by expanding faith.

There are only so many intelligent creatures in the big world that can provide spiritual beliefs, which is not enough for these gods to share.

How to do?
Hit it!

The author clearly sees the future development of the world and is deeply worried about it.

There is a saying that goes, "Stability is the prerequisite for development." Once the war between gods begins, no one knows whether the big world will fall apart; even if the writers today do not rely on quills and have a certain degree of self-protection, they still do not want to see the big world plan abandoned halfway.

Feeling upset, Lin You returned to the big world.

It has been several months since the Endless Family gained a "new life", and the big world has entered a rare period of peace; the peaceful atmosphere makes Lin You, the writer who is busy mending pots and putting out fires every day, feel uncomfortable.

The best evidence of the current peaceful situation is the workload of the author; he has not received even a single fusion task in the past few months.

The gods were busy digesting the rich spoils obtained from the will of the big world, just like the economic boom in the 1990s that Lin You experienced in the real dimension in his previous life.

The dividends spit out by the failed surrender of a Supreme God took the whole world ten years to fully digest.

In the author's opinion, perhaps it is because the gods have been away from the human world for too long that they have been slow to realize that the power of faith of intelligent life has undergone essential changes; all pantheons are currently obsessed with the redivision of "stock" and have not noticed a huge "increment" in the world.

Peace returned to Forest Manor; Little Phoenix Phoenix was no longer under surveillance, and finally waited until the day when Minerva mercifully set him free. Life in the manor returned to the chaos of Lin You and the little girl fighting for their daily homework.

No one could guess what Earl Goff was thinking as he was busy checking his sister's homework every day; apart from educating the naughty children at home, he lived his life lazily as usual; he inspected the family business only once every ten days or half a month, and reported to the public office once a month.

During this period, the only thing that disrupted the peaceful life was the increasing number of story worlds involving celestial conjunctions; and all of them were stories with backgrounds similar to those in the Middle Ages.

There are many names familiar to the author: A Song of Ice and Fire, Diablo, Kingdom of Zelda, Continent of Azeroth, etc.

Because of the previous experience of Mahakam's alien world invasion, the author always carefully checks the time and place of the celestial sphere intersections between the worlds to ensure that all worlds can live in peace.

No one urged Lin You to do this, because these stories that could not be fully integrated into the big world could not bring benefits to the gods, so they were basically indifferent; even God only asked a few simple questions, and when he found that there was no trouble in the celestial conjunction process, he left it all to the writer.

Because of the gods' indifference, some of the subtle changes that occurred in these worlds were never discovered; for example, each world had a cult that did not exist in the original story. Although the new sects were small and had little influence in each world, and the gods they worshipped varied in power, the personified images of the gods were similar.

They are all images of a young man with vague appearance; the difference is that in one world the young god is armed with weapons, while in another world the young god dances with snakes, writes books, and is gentle and elegant.

A whole year of peace passed until one day a one-eyed man came to the door.

Lin You didn't like this guy named Nick Fury. Although the Marvel story background integrated into the big world was extremely thin, the director of SHIELD had many personality traits such as suspicion, cunning, unscrupulous, and extreme control. However, this time, Earl Goff couldn't refuse the other party's visit, because Nick Fury formally applied for a meeting through official channels, and the timing was just right.

Six hours ago, three passenger planes crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon in New York; at this time, the Western world must show unity, and so must the intelligence agencies of various countries.

Yes, in another different dimension, 9/11 still happened as expected.

"I thought that as the head of the world's largest intelligence agency, you should stay in the United States at this time." Lin You looked at the black man across the desk, his tone as distant and indifferent as ever.

Although what happened six hours ago had nothing to do with supernatural powers, Count Goff did not want to appear too eccentric at this time, so he followed the crowd and showed an attitude of nervous concern; he broke his daily work routine for the first time and showed up in the office at a time when he shouldn't have been there, and was blocked by Nick Fury.

"The CIA and the FBI were both vying for the lead in the investigation. I didn't want to compete with them, so I handed over all the clues I had. The original intention of establishing SHIELD was not to investigate a few hijackers or dissident terrorists, but for a more important goal."

"You appear here now, aren't you trying to say that the so-called 'more important target' is me?" Lin You's lazy tone showed that he not only lacked the most basic interest in conversation, but was also unwilling to show even the most basic conversational manners.

"No, I meant the other one," Nick Fury replied.

"What other one?"

"It's the other one who was present at the last meeting." Nick Fury handed over a package, and when Lin You didn't take it, he casually put it on the desk; "This is what He left for you, and asked me to pass it on; now, the mission is accomplished."

Lin You glanced over the package and saw no trace of any supernatural power; he only saw the seal and stamp of FedEx.

"Where did this come from?" "You saw it, he sent it to me via FedEx."

"You mean, Lucifer sent you a package via FedEx, and asked you to pass it to me?" Lin You felt that every word he said was filled with unbelievable meaning.

"I thought I made myself clear," Nick Fury replied.

Lin You still didn't believe it: "According to your habit, shouldn't you conceal the existence of this package and then open it yourself to see what's inside?"

"Do you think the director of SHIELD should be an asshole who can't tell the priorities, an idiot who has lost his basic thinking ability in order to satisfy his curiosity and desire for control?"

"Aren't you?" Lin You asked as a matter of course.

Nick Fury's face turned black with anger: "You underestimate me, Count." He suppressed his anger when he said this, and even deliberately omitted the honorific "Your Excellency" that should have been added after the title of Count.

Not even a "Mr."

"How did Lucifer threaten you?" Lin You didn't react to the SHIELD director's behavior, and his tone was still firm and matter-of-fact.

Nick Fury's expression froze for a moment and he was speechless.

"There is one thing that is beyond doubt. Although Lucifer is arrogant, he is not ignorant of human nature. He is able to see through your true nature, so when entrusting you with a task, He either gives you sufficient benefits or makes sufficient threats. In my opinion, He will choose the second method - because you are likely to take the benefits but not do the job."

Lin You spoke slowly and methodically, but he thoroughly "dissected" the Director of SHIELD from the inside out; Nick Fury couldn't even find a reason to refute, let alone the courage to refute.

"You seem to know a lot about the devil?" Nick Fury asked.

"It's just more dealings." Lin You answered nonchalantly, but he was very interested in the previous question, "Tell me, how did 'He' threaten you?"

"He said in the attachment that if I don't give you the package intact, He can't guarantee that the world won't be destroyed."

Lin You laughed disdainfully and said, "You brag without thinking. Have you ever thought that Lucifer is just trying to scare you?"

"You want me to bet that the threat from the Lord of Hell is just a joke? Facing a devil that really poses a serious threat to the whole world, you want me to gamble with the safety of all mankind?" Every muscle and nerve on Nick Fury's face was twitching, and he asked angrily.

"I've always thought you were a big gambler; many of my colleagues - who have worked with you - have the same opinion of you."

"I only do it when I have to and when I'm sure of it."

Lin You nodded to show his understanding for this answer.

Only a stubborn fool like Fang Xiaoru would respond with "killing all ten clans" when the emperor threatened to "kill all nine clans"; such a fool could not become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the threat posed by Lucifer is obviously much greater than that of any human emperor.

However, although Nick Fury succumbed to Lucifer's threats, his curiosity was not extinguished; he looked at the package and asked Lin You: "What is in it?"

Lin You smiled and asked, "Not only did you not open it, you didn't even scan it?"

"How do I know if it has any special supernatural powers? What if it causes a reaction when scanned?" Nick Fury said confidently. He thought that since he had decided to be cautious, he should be cautious to the end and avoid any unnecessary actions. "I only have the cargo registration form sent by FedEx, which shows that it is a gift box weighing less than one-tenth of a pound."

Lin You laughed happily at the SHIELD director's caution: "I feel more and more that Lucifer's threat to you is a joke. There is no supernatural power on it, so it doesn't matter if you scan it."

As he spoke, Lin You reached out for the package, opened it in no time, and took out two keys from the gift box.

When Nick Fury saw the key, his eyes widened.

"Do you recognize him?" Lin You noticed the change in the other person's expression.

"Of course I recognize them. One of them is the key to the bar's front door, and the other is the key to the elevator leading to the residence upstairs. They were arranged for him by SHIELD."

Lin You's expression changed slightly, and he asked, "Are you talking about the bar that Lucifer stayed in Los Angeles?"

"Where else could it be?" Nick Fury replied, "He didn't seem to care who provided these locks and keys. They were not changed until the day He left."

"Given His status, there is really no need to care." Lin You said a truth that could easily hurt people, but no matter the person who spoke or the person who listened, no one seemed to care.

Their attention was now entirely on the two keys.

"He disappeared for a whole year, but a year later he sent me two keys. What does He want to do?" Lin You murmured to himself.

"Maybe He wants to transfer the bar?" Nick Fury seemed to be joking, but in fact he was testing.

Lin You sneered and said something earth-shattering: "Transfer? You might as well say it's a gift of inheritance."

The director of SHIELD frowned slightly, then laughed out loud: "Inheritance...Lucifer's inheritance? Can the master of hell die? If it is really an inheritance, then what He gave you is too little; Hell is so big, why doesn't He give you some shares?"

Lin You didn't react to Nick Fury's joke. He just played with the key in his hand and said with a sigh, "Who said the master of hell won't die?"

"..." (End of this chapter)