Back room: I deliver courier to the entity

> Guess if what is said in this article has anything to do with my novel.

This article is not only a machine translation, I myself have paraphrased some of the words that are not very smooth.

............ The dividing line............

Christmas Key (1)

The keymaster walks quietly through the tunnels of the hub, patrolling his territory as he usually does.

But today is different, because for some, today's day is only once a year.

The key master heard some humans in the hub whispering that tonight was Christmas Eve.

Or rather, everyone approves, 364 days have passed since the last Christmas that everyone recognized.

But the keymaster, he is not a human being, and he does not care about Christmas.

He doesn't care what humans do, as long as they don't interfere with their actions. (His actions typically consisted of wandering aimlessly around his tower.)

Suddenly, a sudden feeling pulled the keymaster out of his thoughts, alerting him to some kind of change in the field he was overseeing.

IN OTHER WORDS, IT MEANS THAT A HOSTILE PERSON WHO TRIES TO DESTROY THE HUB BY FORCE IS AUTOMATICALLY TELEPORTED TO HIS PRISON (LEVEL HELP).

As is his usual practice, he would inspect prisons to make sure that the new captives were properly controlled.

After careful investigation, the key master discovers that the latest potential infiltrator in his field is nothing more than a wretched bug.

A poor creature who has no control over his actions and does not have any motives beyond primitive instincts.

These are the most common types of attackers he faces – not out of malice, but out of blindness.

Still, there are some notable exceptions, and even both.

"Hey! Bastard! Over here! A male voice shouted at the keymaster, who didn't even need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to.

The voice was so nasty and so ingrained in the keymaster's mind that he knew exactly who it was – Jacob Howard.

The keymaster remained silent at first, silently hoping that this would stop the whole of humanity from annoying him.

But unfortunately, he was not very lucky.

"I know you can hear me, bastard!" The sheep bleated again.

The keymaster sighed and slowly turned to face Jacob.

"So far, the day has been at least bearable. I had no intention of letting you ruin it.

"It's funny that you care about what happens in your day, but that's not my day." Jacob replied.

"Well, what else could it be?" The keymaster was expressionless.

"Don't you know it's Christmas Eve?"

The key master paused, then nodded slowly, "I know." "

Christmas is a day of peace on earth, a day of kindness to people.

Can you find it in your heart, just this one night, free me and let me celebrate Christmas with my comrades?

Let's let go of our past suspicions!

Jacob suggested, and extended his hand to the keymaster through the railing of his cell.

The keymaster shrugged and shook his head.

"I don't celebrate Christmas, this place is not peaceful, it's not earth. And you, not a man - you are a boy. With that, he turned and walked out of the prison.

"Hey, come back, bastard! I'm talking to you! Jacob shouted, even though his angry shouts were eventually ignored.

The key master ascended a staircase to the side of the prison and reached a door to the hub.

He held up the key to the door, but suddenly froze when he saw a white face-down triangular face facing him.

The only thing that came to the mind of the keymaster was Kei', as if he was being laughed at.

He looked carefully again, blinking his eyes a few times before he could no longer see the face.

Although it was a disturbing hallucination, the keymaster took it as an illusion and continued to enter the door.

Soon, the keymaster returned to his private residence in the tower.

Slowly, he could feel the creeping sleeping hand begin to climb up his back.

He hated the feeling because he knew it was something he couldn't control.

Still, it was inevitable, and all he could do was lie down in a dignified position before closing his eyes completely.

The keyman hung the keyring on a worn-out hook on the wall and poured it on the cold marble bed.

As he drowsy, his eyes began to close.

However, just as they were about to close completely, an explosion from above woke him up.

The keyman looked up and saw a jagged hole, shaped like a stone breaking through glass.

Through the crack, a familiar figure appeared in front of him - Kei'!

"Hello, son..." It

made a deep voice as one of its tendrils reached out to the keymaster, probably an attempt to express the father's love.

The keymaster slapped the tentacle away before it touched him, narrowing his eyes at Kei'.

"I'm not your son. What do you want to do now? He asked.

Kei's triangular head rotated 90 degrees back and forth, examining the field it was staring at.

"Oh my God, your place is so messy. After so many years, you haven't finished cleaning?

The key master scoffed, "You must have come here for a reason, not to laugh at my living conditions."

"Of course," Kei' replied, "I've seen through you." When we met before, I sensed something most mysterious within you—potential that none of my other bloodline descendants had.

"What exactly is the potential?"

"Unleash my potential, just like you were born to do."

"Why do you think I'm willing to help you in this regard?" The keymaster asked with his arms crossed.

"Your 'free will' is just an illusion. Every tiny movement you make is a march towards my freedom. Even what you say at this moment is part of my grand picture.

"If that's the case, why did you come to me for help?"

Kei' burst out laughing, causing the keymaster's room to tremble and some sand to fall from the ceiling.

"I'm not asking for your help. Instead, I'm helping you. You have potential, but it's not perfect.

"How so?"

"I let you succeed where others fail: have a perception of death.

You have indeed gone further than anyone else.

However, even with the human spirit, your heart is still hard.

Therefore, I will send three messengers to instill in you the necessary lessons. The

key master raised his eyebrows: "But if you are really so powerful, why not instill these so-called lessons yourself?"

"With your pride, you will not accept my direct teaching."

"I believe you mean to say 'indoctrination.'"

"Enough." At Kei's voice, the room shook again. "When you inevitably fall asleep, my first messenger will come to visit you. Now, go and embrace sleep..." Before

the keymaster had a chance to protest, he already felt disconnected because Kei's sight disappeared.

Now, his vision of the crack is unimpeded.

As he peeked through the cracks, he saw a disturbing sight.

Floating in the void are cloaks, keys, and body parts of all kinds—remnants of incompetent keymasters.

The rift was immediately closed, and Kei's final warning echoed in the mind of the Key Master: Don't let their fate become yours....