Falsifying history is good business

God, who was remotely controlling the Garden of Eden, suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation; a large group of inexplicable memories poured into His brain like a flood, regardless of any consequences and without rejection.

The surrounding Eden environment was also undergoing inexplicable changes; the original natural and simple style of the garden was replaced by a dazzling and boring marble palace in the blink of an eye. The surrounding green and fragrant gardens with flowers and fruits disappeared, leaving only a chaos of confusion.

If the "story world sandbox" in the hall had not remained unchanged in its original state, God would have suspected that he was dreaming.

However, the Supreme God is the Supreme God after all. After a brief trance, he immediately understood what happened; and the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind also confirmed his guess.

Right under His nose, as the writer was suppressed and unable to move, a new, unplanned story world suddenly merged into the big world without warning. More importantly, this world was full of dangers for God.

Unprecedented anger burst out from the bottom of his heart and instantly spread to every corner of the world, causing all gods to tremble in their hearts and clearly feel the surging anger of the Supreme God.

Different creatures reacted completely differently to this.

Ordinary people, including humans, are at a loss, not knowing why they have a sudden fear. They recall the various problems they have encountered in their lives, from wetting their pants when sleeping at night to unfinished homework before the end of the holiday; from personal finances crushed by mortgages, car loans, and online loans to jobs that are about to be optimized; from mistakes in casting spells to failures in brewing potions, and so on.

Ordinary people find all kinds of reasons for the uneasiness and fear in their hearts, and then begin to deceive themselves, thinking that it is just a momentary trance. They then turn around and look for comfort and peace to appease the uneasiness in their hearts.

Compared with mortals, supernatural creatures have more acute senses; especially the gods who are fighting or watching at this moment, they all know clearly where this spiritual power sweeping across the world comes from.

Every god was curious about who or what had such great power that could make God's emotions go out of control. Of course, gods in different positions showed completely different attitudes towards this.

Most of the small gods that had bowed their heads and were ready to enjoy "peace" under the throne of God were worried; on the contrary, those gods that were fighting endlessly with the Seraphim and Cherubim were all excited and had greater expectations for future changes.

For the rulers of Olympus, the Nine Worlds, the Pantheon, and even Paradise, it would be better if God were in trouble! Or even better if he died!
Unfortunately, they were facing a supreme god who controlled nearly half of the divine power in the world. The tricks that were always effective against mortals were completely useless against God; whether it was the curse in their hearts or the abuse they uttered, the power of curse could not play the role it should have.

God's will descended from the Garden of Eden to the world. The tremendous divine pressure was imposed on the small space of Lux Bar. Sleepiness, Desire and other clones all retreated and left the battlefield to the original body.

Perhaps the previous confrontation had already exhausted the will of the great world, or perhaps the writer had completed the strategic plan; in short, when God personally tried to take Lin You away, the will of the great world chose to back off.

So, when Lin You was rudely awakened from his coma, what he saw when he opened his eyes was no longer the luxurious residence of Lucifer, but a completely changed palace that was so shining that it almost blinded people.

Under the shining light, there was a large stone seat in the middle of the hall. God stood beside the seat with his hands on the back of the seat, glaring at the writer.

"Hey, you finally show up in person; this isn't another dream, is it?" Lin You slowly got up, but found that he was weak all over, and his head hurt as soon as he moved; so he decisively gave up the idea of ​​standing up, and sat cross-legged on the ground, with one hand supporting the ground. "I don't believe you can't distinguish between dreams and reality; weren't you very sharp in your previous performance, seeing through the disguise of desire at a glance?"

"The past was the past, and the present is the present." Lin You lazily retorted; although the success of the plan brought great mental excitement, the physical weakness and fatigue were not fake. The result was that he had a quick mind and could have a verbal confrontation with God, but the words he said seemed weak and lacked momentum.

Just as he said, he used to be able to see through the disguise of desire and the fictional dreams, but now he has neither the energy nor the mind to do so.

"How did you do it?" God was too lazy to argue and asked the most critical question directly, "How could you promote the integration of the story world without using a quill pen and modify the underlying logic of the big world for this purpose?"

"How do you know I didn't use the quill pen? Wasn't the quill pen in my hand the whole time?" Lin You asked instead of answering; the fact that he was in a proactive position and physically weak gave him plenty of room and he didn't have to rush into a long speech.

In contrast, God vented all his anger on the writer. He grabbed Lin You by the throat and lifted him into the air.

"The quill pen is always under my supervision. How could I not know whether you took it out and used it? Answer me, what did you do?"

Lin You only focused on breathing deeply to relieve the suffocation caused by the strangulation of his throat, without saying a word. Then, he was thrown heavily to the ground. Even though his body had been strengthened countless times, his limbs and bones were still in unbearable pain under the violent collision.

Lin You simply lay on the ground and didn't get up. He turned over, looked up at the sky and sneered silently: "You said that the quill pen is always under your supervision. As long as I take it out and use it, you will know it?"

“Isn’t it?” God looked down from above, His foot right next to the writer’s ear, ready to crush this hateful face at any time; but God held back because He knew the conversation was touching upon crucial content.

Lin You seemed to be completely unaware of the danger, with a sneer on his face: "If you can supervise at all times, then how did the story of Treasure Island change?"

"Treasure Island?" God frowned slightly, and his past memories came flooding back, as if everything he had experienced was happening right in front of him.

That was many years ago. Before the story of Treasure Island was integrated, a treasure map related to Treasure Island appeared in the big world, and at the same time, the character who buried the treasure in the story of Treasure Island also appeared.

This incident is similar to the information infiltration that occurred between the DC world and the big world, but God clearly knew that the two were not the same thing. At that time, He conducted an investigation at the request of the writer, but He had no clues, and soon his attention was diverted by other sudden events.

If the writer hadn't mentioned it, God would have almost forgotten this incident.

"You did that too? You had the ability to rewrite the underlying logic and storyline without using a quill pen, and you still cried thief in front of me?" (End of this chapter)