DNF, made by the ancient gods

Personality is the product of a combination of Mio, Danterian from the unknown period, Danterian and reversed Danterian. From the current point of view, the personality with the most components is the reversed personality, while the other personalities are modified and reversed. The extreme components of personality.

Now she is a good child with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

And looking at the clothes, the gorgeous spiritual attire has disappeared, replaced by a dark dress, the metal composition under the dress can be vaguely seen, which has a sense of vicissitudes.

Oh, the sense of vicissitudes...

"Thousands of years..."

She suddenly said to Danterian.

"Ok?"

"I mean, it's been 1000 years since you opened your eyes... It's really rare that you can still read a book with patience."

This magnificent bookshelf has no reference to symbolize the passage of time, only the eternal blue light.

Fortunately, Danterian doesn't need to eat... After all, she is an elf in essence, even if Danterian can't use the power of Mio she holds, she won't be starved to death.

"Speaking of which, do you have a sense of time?"

"Oh? Doesn't the omnipotent God even know about this kind of thing?"

Danterian looked at Abigail coldly.

"You kid..."

Is the obedient Mio cute?Or is Danterian cute in the "rebellious period" now?

Abigail thought.

Danterian, of course.

She can always give this child extra tolerance, which is very interesting.

"I guess you have, by... dreaming."

"The dream world is very interesting, isn't it?"

"how do you know?"

A beautiful dream that is as unreal as bubbles.

"That's the dream I let you have."

The remnants that have nothing to do with personality are just Abigail letting Danterian experience life in a dream.

"Okay, this topic is a little boring, let's talk about other things."

you……

Faced with such a critical issue, Danterian naturally couldn't ignore it.She wanted to protest, maybe she had other expectations, but everything was blocked by Abigail's index finger on her lips.

"What do you think of things like stories...?"

I can speak again.

Although very displeased with Abigail's attitude, Danterian also knew that she could only cooperate.

"Very good, then what?"

What a perfunctory answer.

"Let me ask more carefully... what do you think of the stories in the book?"

"What else? Every crystallization of mental work should be respected. Whether it is a comedy or a tragedy, watching the curtain in silence is the best etiquette."

"Do you like a good story?"

Danterian was silent for a moment, as if thinking.

"I love stories, and I respect the ending each author gives to their work."

Say a few beautiful words first, showing the attitude of the general direction.

"However, an author who wants to write a tragedy play must be prepared to be blocked by readers or send a razor blade."

"That's why I don't like tragedies."

"Do you like it?"

Danterian wants to take a book... no, the books here are too precious, it would be bad if they were smashed... Anyway, the head of this guy who dared to call himself a "god" and could go in and out of the bookshelf at will It must be harder than a book.

"I do not mind."

"It's a boring question, do you have enough time to play casually!"

"Why are you bored? This is a turning point in fate, and it will have a huge impact."

Abigail stretched out her hand and slowly spread her palm.

A black, gleaming lock lay on her palm.

"This is the key."

she said softly.

"This is a bookshelf, a certain person's bookshelf. For your sake, I can't tell you his name, but I can still say his former alias..."

"Dantalin, this is Dantalin's bookshelf."

"Is that similar to your name?"

"You said...the key?"

Danterian remembered what Abigail said, and then her attention was attracted by a certain keyword in it.

"Want to get out from a long time ago, right? Put it on, and you can freely enter and exit this bookshelf."

"I can give it to you."

It was rare for Danterian to hide her thoughts. She really wanted to get this "key", but at the same time, lingering confusion also surfaced on her face.

"why?"

"Do you want to ask why you are so nice to you?"

Abigail looked back, as if in deep thought.

"Because, before you know it, you have already helped me a lot...Of course, the more important thing is that my little Danterian is super cute."

"Who is yours! And don't change other people's names casually, it's disgusting."

"So, this kind of kitten-like reaction is very cute. Now I'm thinking about whether I should masturbate or continue to tease you..."

I have already spoken out the psychological activities that must never be said... This vile bastard who has a good face in vain!

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Abigail stopped her voice suddenly. If she continued to tease her, it might be endless. After all, Danterian is such a lovely child...she can play for a long time.

"I can help you get off the bookshelf, but before that, you have to do something..."

Sure enough... there is no such thing as a free dinner.

Danterian was sitting upright, ready to be brutally slaughtered by the girl.

I just hope she doesn't really bring up anything out of the ordinary...

"This is it……"

Abigail turned her palm, and the original lock disappeared, replaced by a Wanhua mirror.

"Is that okay?"

Abigail called out to the empty back, but no one answered.

But she nodded as if satisfied, and smiled.

"I knew you wouldn't care about such trivial things..."

After all, there is nothing to lose.

Looking at the crazy eyes of Danterian, Danterian turned around and handed the Wanhua mirror to Danterian.

"Let's take a look at this..."

She didn't need Danterian to pay a price.

"This is a world that didn't exist, and it was born because of your prayer. Kind child, this is a gift from the gods."

For Mio, for Danterian...a thank you gift.

Danterian turned the Wanhua mirror in her hand, and her senses were wonderful.

It's like holding the key to observe everything.

Epilogue Egret

I vaguely remember that in the long past, someone once said such a sentence to me with a smile on his face.

You have been kissed by an angel.

*

The so-called angels are holy messengers who naturally spread their wings and soar in the sky.Regardless of their original image, character, and original "human design", after thousands of years of beautification, what they symbolize can only be beautiful.

So, let's just pretend that he was kissed by an angel.

And since he dared to admit it, there was no doubt that his life was successful.He has rarely experienced setbacks, and his career has been smooth sailing. Apart from his emotional homelessness, his life is basically complete.

It might be that the golden angel that kissed him forgot to give him a good luck...A golden angel, this is the appearance of an angel described to him by his elders.

It's interesting enough.

Thinking dully, but no one really wants to believe in illusory luck... He prefers to believe that his success is earned by his own struggle.He will never forget how much he has paid. If he hadn't worked hard after finding the target, he would not have the life he has now.

Now he...is a cartoonist.

A correction, a well-known cartoonist.

Looking at the surrounding scenery, he felt a sense of trance, perhaps because he hadn't been out of the house for a long time... In this regard, he was infected by his "childhood sweetheart" who was traveling with him.

This is not a good habit.

He carried a bag of daily necessities and walked slowly towards the door.

Then the first reaction was to frown.

In front of his small building, there is a child sitting.It was a beautiful girl with dreamy blue hair as blue as the sea, and a delicate face that only appeared in dreams.

She sat there quietly, with her arms around her knees.Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, she slowly raised her head and looked at him with slightly confused eyes.

Who is she?

Why is she here?

A series of very coherent doubts emerged in his mind. He didn't know this girl, and the neighbors around him didn't have such a child, so the appearance of this girl was quite confusing.

Could it be... Did you run away from home?

With this thought in mind, he looked at her a few more times, and noticing his scrutinizing gaze, the girl quickly buried her head down.

may be?

There were runaway kids every year, so it wasn't shocking, he was just surprised that it was so close to him.

Are you going to deport her?

Taking a deep look at the beautiful blue hair, I felt a little relaxed in my heart for no reason.

Maybe he's in a good mood?

After a while, she will leave by herself.

He ignored her and walked into the hallway.

*

[The disaster that destroys the galaxy, no matter how you put it, this setting is a bit too much... How do you plan to end this thing?It’s not easy to fool around, if you don’t handle it well, the readers will immediately throw you off…]

Bentiao Erya sent a message. She is his childhood sweetheart and the senior who introduced him into the industry. She has been closely following his works.

- "The Witcher" series.

By the way, she also opened an orphanage, which adopted some less fortunate children.