I Am God!

Stan Tito had another dream. In the dream, he was still in a magnificent palace, carving himself in a corner.

This is the manifestation of his will and heart. He stays away from the world and doesn't like noise. He likes to do his own thing quietly.

This is his place of peace, the hometown of his soul.

Compared with before, his dream not only contains the chapters of the ancients, but also many of his own works.

Holding tools in his hand, he stood in front of the pair of "The Puppet of Fate".

The craftsman looks up at his unfinished work.

"Dream!"

"The fairy of the dream?"

"Witnessing the existence of the great poet meeting the gods with his own eyes."

Stan Tito seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his daze. He finally remembered the person he had met, and even knew the other person's name, which was the sacred name recorded in "The Last Chapter".

"Sheila?"

With this cry, he immediately saw a change in the whole dream.

With the transmission of the sound, it turned into layers of golden halos and spread, and an illusory dream door opened above.

Stan Tito looked out over his shoulder.

A dream fairy surrounded by dreamy starlight, an extremely beautiful fantasy life descended into his dream.

She was wearing a golden smock, and the sun, stars, and gods' dreams adorned her clothes, and her long bright golden hair fluttered in the air.

Finally, it fell in front of Stan Tito like a flying flower and fallen leaf.

"A String Puppet named Stan."

"Are you looking for me?"

Stan Tito looked at her absent-mindedly.

He had guessed, but he didn't expect that all this turned out to be true.

As early as a long time ago, he was paid attention to by the messenger of the gods.

That is an existence standing side by side with the gods alongside Sally, the mother of life.

"It's really you, the emissary of the gods, the fantasy fairy who possesses the power of creation."

"The God Envoy Sheila standing at the right hand of God."

The goblin in the dream smiled: "The great ones are the gods, and I am just a goblin bathed in the light of the gods."

After being stunned for a long time, Stan Tito finally realized what the dream fairy called him before.

He explained with a self-deprecating smile.

"Noble and holy Messenger of God, I am not a string puppet."

"Although my name is slate, it is not only a slate for engraving predecessors, but also a slate for carving your own works."

"I can go with the flow and follow the long river of fate, but I can also jump out of the water according to my own will."

The goblin in the dream asked him: "Have you mastered your own destiny?"

"Or, do you understand the meaning and mission of your life?"

Stan Tito shook his head: "I haven't fully understood the realm of a great poet, but I have figured out a lot of things."

The goblin looked at him carefully: "It is indeed different, you have changed."

Dream Demon Sheila smiled and said, "Is this what Tito said, that the human heart will change through tempering?"

"So!"

"What did you call me for?"

the goblin asked Tito.

Although Stan Tito was in a hurry, many questions already existed in his mind.

And what he wants to know most is, what is the secret left by the great poet Tito? Is it true that the gods will give the Sanye people the power to create everything?

"An envoy of God!"

"Opening the gate of the kingdom of God, will we be able to receive the gift of the gods?"

The fairy in the dream told him: "There is no key to open the gate of the kingdom of gods, and the so-called "Last Chapter" in your hand only records the story of Tito's life."

"Whether the gods bestow the power of creation depends on how you choose."

"Only when the Sanye people give up their power of destruction will the gate of the kingdom of gods be opened."

"Hope and light will come to the world, and the power of dreams and creation will usher in a new era."

The Messenger disappeared in his dream, and Stan Tito woke up with his eyes open.

He sat up and looked out the window.

The bright moon is eternal, and the waves are endless.

"Only by giving up destruction can we create light."

——

Hut by the sea.

King Henir's messenger arrives and finally sees Stan Tito.

It’s just that Stan Tito is completely different from a few years ago. Now he has inherited the power and inheritance of the great poet. In the country of the Sanye people, apart from the king who masters the power of trolls, few people can be stronger than him .

This is on the outside, but on the inside he has become more mature, more stable and confident.

He was once known as the lucky son in the city of servants of the gods, but he made people feel like he was floating in mid-air.

Now he has lost the status he once had, but it feels like he has more.

He sat quietly by the sea, really like a huge rock standing on the shore of the sea, blocking the turbulent waves.

It seemed that despite the impact of huge waves, he could still stand still.

Henir's voice came from the wordworm on the messenger's shoulder and reached Stan Tito's head.

"The war is coming to an end."

"Hundreds of years of constant infighting, fighting, and consumption among blood descendants of the royal power will finally come to an end, and the glory of Xiyin Sai will reappear."

"As long as you come back."

"You are still the son of luck, and I still reserve the position of servant of the sky temple for you."

He came to see this old friend, but also to show off his achievements.

Stan Tito didn't look back, he just focused on his stone carvings.

"I know Her Majesty was not killed by you, but you witnessed the Queen's death and did nothing."

"You have no loyalty, only ambition and greed in your heart."

Henir didn't care: "I've heard this kind of talk a lot, what about ambition and greed, what about plots and tricks."

"I can't wash these things off, and I'm not going to wash them off either."

"People are willing to talk, let them talk, I am me, I am King Henir."

"As long as I can surpass other kings and achieve unprecedented things, no one will care about them."

"Come back! Stan Tito."

"I am the king, you are the spokesperson of God, and together we will create a new era."

Stan Tito was still immersed in his work, ignoring Henir.

After a long time, he finally stopped the carving knife.

"Why do you have to choose me?"

"Didn't the other Tito family members always want to be the heirs of the saint's will?"

Henir's voice suddenly changed, turning into ridicule and contempt.

"because!"

"They don't deserve it."

Stan Tito looked back: "Do I deserve it then?"

Henir nodded: "Of course, you are worthy of the name Descendants of Saints, because you are the one who truly inherited the will and strength of the great poet."

Stan Tito didn't answer, but suddenly asked Henir an irrelevant question.

"Are you willing to give up the power of the troll?"

Henir froze for a moment, he felt that this question was so familiar.

"this problem."

"The messenger of the gods also asked me."

Stan Tito turned his head and asked with concern.

"Then how did you answer?"

Henir: "I refuse."

Stan Tito looked at Henir puzzled: "You know what?"

"Your refusal may give up the future of the Sanye people."

Henier told Stan Tito: "I can't see the future, I just have to seize the present."

Stan Tito looked away, and he resumed carving his drawing.

"You may be able to reunify Sheinsay, you may be able to establish an unprecedented career, and become a great king comparable to King Jesser."

"However, I can't see hope and light in you."

Henir was even more puzzled: "Isn't it enough to be comparable to King Jesser?"

Stan Tito let out a low laugh: "For a king, that's enough."

"But for the Trilobites, for the descendants of Laidlich, and for our civilization."

"not enough!"

"Far from enough."

Stan Tito stretched out his hand, and he looked at the sea.

"The world is moving forward, and the long river of time is rolling down."

"Why are we the only ones standing still?"

"Could it be that the civilization created by King Laidlich has already become the afterglow of the sunset in the era of his son Jesser?"

"I do not believe."

"That's not what King Ledlich wants to see either."

Henir didn't say anything more, he felt that the Stan Tito in front of him had completely changed.

He used to admire Stan Tito very much, and he thought the two of them would become friends, but at the moment he felt that the other was different, and he even saw the shadow of a great poet in the other.

That is.

Beings called saints.

With the power of the divine power subdued, Henir's voice slowly dissipated.

"Sure enough, you are different. You are no longer a couple with strings, and you are no longer a lucky child."

"People like you won't stay here forever as a craftsman."

"I'll be in the Sky Temple...waiting for your return."