Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 80 Fate and "Chance Encounter"

(This chapter has 3,000 words)

God and Lin You sang the same tune and coaxed Odin and Dagda, who had rushed over excitedly to grab the benefits, back.

"Why don't you tell them the truth?" The writer watched the two gods leave until they could no longer hear him, then he turned around and said to God.

"Because I don't believe that the two of them can keep it secret." God looked helpless. "Whether the influence of the Great World God System can penetrate into the demon hunter world depends on the results of your negotiations with those indigenous gods and even demons. Spreading the news in advance will only add to the twists and turns."

Lin You asked worriedly, "What if I lied to them just now and told them that I would hide from the native gods and demons like Esna and Odimu when I went to the Demon Hunter World? Would they believe me? Would they not secretly monitor me?"

"It looks like he believes it. But you still have to act quickly. I can't block the news for too long." His face, which looked exactly like Morgan Freeman's, was full of seriousness. "If we can't reach the result we want, we'd rather give up the integration plan temporarily."

"I understand." The writer, fully dressed, stepped through the portal.

The first thing I saw when I went out was a middle-aged man with an almost shaved head; he was wearing khaki clothes with wrinkles and wear from running around.

The man had a circle of stubble on his chin and a half-smile on his face, with a hint of teasing in his calm eyes.

"Gaunt O'Dimm?" Lin You recognized this person at a glance; not only because of the memory of the game in his previous life, but also because of the information feedback from the divinity of Ophiuchus.

As divinity continues to grow, the writer has become able to discern the existence of higher-level beings, even if he has never met the other party.

The divinity recognized the inner characteristics of the middle-aged man in front of it, which was unusually powerful and dark; the powerful was the strength, and the darkness was the attribute of his soul.

The middle-aged man did not admit or deny his identity. Instead, he looked at Lin You with a scrutinizing gaze and sighed irrelevantly: "Souls from the real dimension are indeed interesting. It is worth it for me to postpone collecting a vital debt and come to meet you first."

Lin You felt uneasy when he was stared at; not only because of the opponent's strength, but more because of his weird and unpredictable style of behavior - this is almost the only existence in The Witcher and its derivative stories that is certified as a demon.

How can I describe this feeling? Maybe it's like encountering a very powerful dungeon BOSS in a game, whose mechanism you don't know and you can't avoid.

Fortunately, there was not only one Mirror Master present to greet the writer, but also a figure with green hair and lake green skin.

"Welcome, messenger from the big world." The graceful figure of the fairy in the lake is really fascinating; even if her skin color completely violates human aesthetic standards, people can still be amazed by her beauty.

The voice of the Fountain Nymph seemed to soothe people's hearts, at least it made Lin You relax a lot. A conceptual god born from the "Five Virtues" spirit of the Knights was always easier to get along with than a demon who enjoyed playing with human souls.

"Good morning, both of you." The writer looked at the sky and showed some confusion. "No offense, but I thought we would see more noble beings joining the negotiations."

"The meeting place is not here." The Fairy of the Lake explained, "Aithna almost never leaves Brokilon Forest, because she has children from the entire forest to take care of; so we chose Brokilon, where she lives, as the meeting place."

Lin You asked again: "Who else will attend?"

"Meri Tailee and Dana Maeby will both be there."

One of them originated from religious worship, and the other originated from primitive worship, but regardless of their origins and strength, they undoubtedly possessed certain attributes of gods because they were worshipped, and they were the few beings in the demon hunter world who were qualified to participate in negotiations.

"Thank you for clearing up my confusion." The writer looked around and found that he was at the edge of a primeval forest. "Then let's get going as soon as possible. Regardless of the final result, the most important thing is to get a clear result as soon as possible."

"I will lead the way." Gaunter O'Dimm, who had been silent since the beginning after saying a few words, volunteered; the inexplicable smile on his face always gave people a bad feeling, but the Fairy of the Lake did not raise any objections.

"I'm sorry, I can't go too far away from the water source; therefore, I have to ask Lord O'Dimm to lead the way for you." The Fountain Nymph said a reason that was hard to tell whether it was true or false, and her lake green figure instantly turned into bubbles and disappeared before their eyes.

The sudden departure of the fairy in the lake caught Lin You off guard; looking at O'Dimm's exaggerated "invitation" action, he couldn't help but suspect that this was an intentional arrangement by the indigenous gods of the demon hunter world.

So, as they followed the demon through the primeval forest, the writer took the initiative to start a conversation: "Sir O'Dimu, what do you think of the conditions proposed by the gods of the big world? Are they likely to be accepted by the gods of this world?"

"I don't really care about these things, so I can't answer you." Master Mirror walked in front and answered without looking back, "Whether you accept it or not, whether you integrate it or not, I don't have any preference for any result." "If you don't care about the result, then why did you participate in this negotiation?"

"Maybe... because it's fun?" O'Dimm spoke frankly about his fun-loving way of thinking. "When I first saw the truth about this world, I really wanted to go to the real dimension, take a look at the world of the Creator, and talk to the one who created me. Unfortunately..."

Although he didn't know why the other party wanted to meet his creator, Lin You could tell that the other party's regret was not fake; so he comforted him: "You are not the only one who has this idea but cannot realize it."

"So, when I heard that the messenger sent by the big world was a soul from the real dimension, I decided to make this trip." O'Dimm glanced back, his eyes were both cold and eager, just like the contradictory feeling he gave people.

"If you intend to learn about the real dimension through me, I'm afraid you are doomed to be disappointed." Lin You spread his hands and said, "In the real dimension, I am just an ordinary person, living a life of petty hustle and bustle every day, not much different from the ignorant farmers in this world."

"You are lying, Mr. Messenger." The devil stretched out his voice, which was a little shrill and sounded like a conversation with a poisonous snake. "I saw it the moment we met. Although you are not the one who directly created this story, your eyes flicker with a gaze similar to that of a creator. It was the same gaze I had when I teased those fools who sold their souls in the false illusion I created."

The boy was ready to use his age to his advantage and started to play dumb: "I am very curious, what kind of gaze do you mean?"

The demon glanced back again, giving him an emotionless look: "It's the kind where you really want to throw yourself into it, but there's another voice telling you that everything you see is fake and not worth it. The two thoughts are intertwined, making your heart full of contradictions and unable to extricate yourself."

"Do the so-called 'contradictory' ideas come from you, or from the victims whose souls you have played with?"

"Is there a difference?" O'Dimm asked, "Isn't this world just a bigger illusion?"

"Even if you are in an illusion, you have woken up after all, haven't you?"

"Yes! In the long time, there are also smart people who have awakened from the illusion I created." O'Dimm suddenly changed the subject, "In fact, I know very well that compared with the gods of the big world, those who are waiting for negotiations in Brokilon, including me, have no equal status. The true supreme power in this world is not us."

"If not you, then who else could it be?" The writer was confused; whether in the original work or the derivative games, there seemed to be no one more powerful than Gaunt O'Dimm.

"It's fate." The devil's answer was unexpected, and it also made the writer, who had suffered a great loss from "fate", feel a chill in his heart; "Only the power of fate determines the trajectory of the world, and invisible constraints fall on every country, race, and even individual. Speaking of a typical example of fate... you know the law of surprise, right?"

Lin You nodded: "Of course, it's well-known."

In the Witcher story, the law of surprise is the most critical force in advancing the plot.

After hearing the writer's answer, O'Dimm, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and pointed ahead: "What a coincidence, not far in front of us are the two bearers of the power of destiny, who also represent the world's most famous law of accident."

Lin You stretched his head and saw human figures disturbing deep in the woods ahead; a group of forest elves surrounded two humans, one big and one small, and walked deeper into the primeval forest.

There were two humans, one big and one small. The big one was a tall man with gray hair; the small one was a girl of eight or nine years old with messy mouse-gray long hair, who was riding on the tall man's shoulders.

I could still vaguely hear the little girl's slightly puzzled voice: "Geralt, where is Duncanal? Who are they taking us to see?"

Watching the group of figures ahead disappear into the depths of the woods, O'Dimm asked, "Seeing this, you should be able to recognize them, right?"

"Yeah, how can you not recognize them? Geralt and Ciri, the first meeting arranged by fate." Lin You looked directly at O'Dimm, the demon with a half-smile on his face. "But you're not right. Seeing this scene, it seems that it can't be simply explained as a 'coincidence', right?"

“Why not? They met by fate, and we also became witnesses by fate.” Master Mirror spoke as he walked in a bard-like voice; because their destination was the same, He almost followed the footsteps of the forest elf in front of Him.

"Don't talk to me about 'fate'. I feel uncomfortable when I hear this word."

"Really? That's a pity. What's even more unfortunate is that although the power of fate is strong, it has never manifested as a god; otherwise, He would be the most suitable god to negotiate with you."

　I'm sick today, so this is the only update.

　　I'm missing at least 1,000 words today, so I'll make it up to you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I'm feeling sleepy after taking some cold medicine, and I can't hold on after drinking two cups of coffee, so I have to go to bed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)