winter era

Chapter 236 The Old Man's Discovery

"What should I write first..."

Picking up the quill, the old man stared at the white paper constructed in front of him, stroked his dry goatee and fell into deep thought.

If he wrote a lot of long-winded words, he believed that Kaos would be very happy to burn him to ashes with flames.He wasn't a young man after all, nor was he a patient fellow.The tall, thin, gloomy wizard was even less patient.He loves nothing more than a little bit of torture to death for those who bother him.To be honest, Olisis didn't really want to challenge his authority.That's not a wise choice.This is like a rabbit challenging the authority of a tiger beyond its control.

Kaos in memory is not a good talker.That guy who speaks a blunt Beidi accent, has serious and indifferent eyes, looks like he doesn't care about anything but always stands upright is definitely a hard stubble.He has a heart that is very in line with the style of a mage, and he will never bow his head.With a firm will, even the coldest glacier in the North would bow down. Even when he was hunted down by the Holy See at the very beginning, that skinny guy didn't even have the slightest intention of surrendering.I would rather fight them to the death in the dark and silent jungle, and I would never give up my principles even a small step.

This kind of person is the stone in the savage latrine, which has a bad temper and is harder than ordinary rock.Although Olises hadn't dealt with him many times, judging from Rosalind's panic-stricken appearance, this Kaos was not a very easy-going light in his daily life.He always has an ability to surpass everyone's expectations.

"Ah, ah, even writing a handwritten letter is such a troublesome thing..."

The old sage muttered dissatisfiedly, his aquiline nose twitched, and the quill pen wrote beautiful handwriting on the scroll.I don't know when a small oil lamp was lit on the table.The dim light illuminated the discreet words on it.

'To: My student Kaos
Forgive the decayed memory of an old man, I have heard too many titles from you in these tens of thousands of years.Lord of all darkness, source of disaster, master of chaos, emperor of death, there are too many names added to you, and I can't tell which one can truly describe you.So please forgive me, if you still have that school in your memory, then please allow me to face you today as a principal and a teacher.That's the best wording I can think of.

I believe you are powerful.No one in this world can stop you.Not Rosalind, nor my old friends, nor even I.Twist the power of the world into a rope, in your eyes, it is just a hemp rope that can be cut easily.I believe that you definitely have such a powerful force.

But you are now on a dangerous path.There are reefs and thorns in front of you, the flames are licking your retreat, and the tip of the knife is also piercing the soles of your feet.The insults and obstructions of the world are like migratory locusts, constantly covering your eyes and making you unable to see the way ahead.I believe these will not affect your heart, because your heart is already harder than Shiraishi.Still, it can have an impact on your path and unfairly skew your future.By luck, I found a trace of your mark in my observations.So I can really understand the narrowness of this world.I believe we are of one mind.

We are all walking on the road of extinction.Spare no effort to use the network and tactics to gradually compress the world.I believe you can also see my efforts from the clues.It's not a trap, but I'm actually doing it.

Because I'm not satisfied with life in a cage.

I have now reached the same level that you once stepped into.I have created a little paradise in this world.I can perfectly manipulate every bit of matter here.Turn him into gold, or into clay.I can even turn it into a living person, even a person with flesh and blood and soul.I believe the same is true for you.

But at the end of doing so, I felt a deep sense of dread.I used to do some experiments with that world.For example, speeding up their time speed, let them quickly deduce into a world.I watched people age and die, wielding their magic and abilities, and even some whimsy and true art.But they were finally manipulated by me to go to destruction.I didn't move anything directly, I just vaguely pushed the people around them.

I'm like a screenwriter.It is a black hand that hangs over the world.I manipulate their lives the way I want them to.Their world, their worldview, their size, their abilities.Giving them free thought is just because I want to see it.Then after a bit of substitution, I figured out that you might be the right one.

This world is a vast and boundless cage.We are a group of ants locked in this cage.Those ordinary people are old, sick and dying, and they can't make any changes to the prison.But the best of us are aware of it all.

Rosalind she should have been able to realize.It's a pity that the three curses have deprived her of all her magical powers, and her anger has blinded her reason.She was like a raging rhino, kicking everything she could see.I believe your plans have been sniped accordingly.Her soul has long been distorted beyond shape, and anger and pain are the spiritual food she lives on.Also changed with the passage of time, and my old friends.They have mutated so that they no longer have human form.

I thought I could join your ranks.If you are lacking in knowledge and incompetence, you must be able to see through the fog of this world.I am a little confused about the reality of this world now.Are we created dolls, or a real person?Maybe I can use cogito therefore I am to explain, but in my eyes that is tantamount to evading the essence of the problem.

I think what we need between us is a truth.What we need is a door.In the current converging world, I can also clearly feel the existence of those barriers.They do not exist in this world, but there are traces everywhere.They have no substance, but they are stronger than any cage.I believe this is a conceptual obliteration, a hint of a spiritual level.Just like the imprisonment I imposed on the people in my world, it is an invisible barrier.He prevented me from thinking in that direction, from the arrangements and efforts I made.Let my footsteps fall into the quagmire, unable to extricate myself.

I believe that the black hand standing behind is the enemy you have to face.I also believe that you have opened that prison and seen the dawn revealed by the gate.But this kind of glory should not be enjoyed alone. I think I should have this qualification to welcome freedom.

I am not just an ordinary old man, before that, I was the overlord of the sky, the sage Olisis.

I believe that the conversation between us will be very pleasant.

Eurysis.Zeratul'

(End of this chapter)