I Am God!

City of Lights.

A group of children stood under the temple. The children were wearing rough cloth with symbols representing a certain alchemist.

They raised their heads and looked at the gorgeous buildings that were completely different from those a few decades ago, and made sounds of admiration.

"Wow!" The children's voices were uniform.

Because it is so big and beautiful.

"When I grow up, I must become a servant of God Ivar and a great alchemist. I also want to be able to enter here." The children are all apprentices selected from various villages and towns outside to study in the alchemy workshop in the City of Lights. It was also the first time I saw this miracle temple.

"Just like Mr. Xinji." Each child is full of lofty ideals and expectations, but most of them cannot become alchemists and servants of God Iva. They can only be helpers in the alchemy workshop. , and became a skilled craftsman when he grew up.

"I am different. I will go on adventures to other places in the world in the future, and I will find places where fairies exist." Some children have different wishes.

"Fairies are not in the human world, they live in the kingdom of gods." A child immediately retorted.

"I heard from the Suinhall people who came here a few days ago. They said that there is a goblin in the Sunrise Mountains. It is a sacred spirit with magical power, and its name is Meryl." People of this era have questions about Knowledge of the world always comes from other people, most of whom have never left their hometowns in their lives.

The stories brought by traveling caravans and wandering musicians always spread quickly.

Because that's their only way to get information about the outside world.

The temple is completely different from when it was first built. Although it is still a domed building, it is covered with gold flakes, shining golden light in the sun.

There are exquisite patterns on the outer walls of the temple, most of which are patterns of the Cup of Desire, the Cup of the Sun, boats and alchemical creations.

It is closely related to the origin and power of the god Iva.

In the past few decades, a large number of buildings with other functions were built on both sides of the temple, some of which were used to store items offered to the gods, and some where the priests lived.

However, these priests can only pray in the lobby outside the main temple on weekdays.

The only one who can really see God Iva is Xinji.

People only know that there is a garden deep in the temple, and in the garden there is a tall and sacred white sacred tree.

It is said.

The god Ivar is up there.

The road in front of the temple was paved with white textured stones, and tall and lush trees were planted on both sides of the road. The group of children walked around on this sacred road. When they saw that the sun was about to set, they He hurriedly followed the road back.

"not good."

"Master Alchemist said that he must go back before dark. If you go back late, you will be punished."

"Run!"

The children trotted away, and the main road of the Light City gradually appeared in front of them.

can be seen.

The entire city of lights is completely different from what it used to be. This city is full of a rich atmosphere of technology and art.

Whether it is the stone slabs paving the ground or the various buildings, wooden houses, lighthouses, and workshops, they have all escaped the primitive and wild atmosphere.

Many of the passers-by walking on the road were wearing commoners, even gorgeous dresses.

This also shows the prosperity of the city and also reflects their etiquette.

Today, most of the people living in the city are craftsmen, craftsmen, and merchants who come from the Beast Plains and Suinhor.

And all this changes.

They all come from the servants of God Ivar, the alchemists and alchemists of the City of Lights.

Over the years, people have gradually become priests of God Iva and become members of the guardians of temples and worshipers of gods.

Some people turn the anger in their hearts into flames, and that flame can easily smelt various metals.

Some people turn their inner jealousy into flames, and that flame can burn out all the impurities in various items.

Some people turn the love in their hearts into flames, and that flame can smelt various metals together.

There are also all kinds of unexpected desires and emotional powers, and all kinds of strange lights can be obtained.

The desires and emotions of alchemists are combined with the creation in reality. By offering all of themselves to the gods, they obtain the lamp of the divine contract that belongs to them. This is the fundamental power that they have only by entering into a contract with the gods. It is the alchemy tool that belongs to them. .

And in the last ten years.

Another alchemist accidentally discovered that if the power of emotions is extracted from the body, by consuming part of his own power, he can create an alchemical tool that is completely different from the Lamp of the Divine Contract. It is a universal alchemy tool that can be used by other powerful people and even ordinary people. props.

Some can release lightning, some can summon violent winds, and some can confuse people's hearts.

Each of these alchemy props is extremely precious, and the alchemist will not easily expend his own strength to refine them, and after refining them, he will mostly use them as his own trump card.

In the city of lights.

The power of alchemists ranges from first-level to third-level powers, and they are called servant alchemists, lower-level alchemists, and upper-level alchemists respectively.

The lamp of the divine contract that serves the alchemist is only integrated into the alchemist's desire, and its effect can only interfere with himself.

The lamp of the divine contract of the lower alchemist is integrated with the spirit of the alchemist and can interfere with reality. Only at this stage can they be regarded as true alchemists; according to their different powers, they can build alchemy workshops and create various metals through lights. products, medicines, and even other alchemical tools.

However, alchemists' props are called alchemy props by themselves, but in the inscriptions on the Cup of God, they are still classified as miracle props, divine props, and divine props among life props.

The high-ranking alchemist's divine contract lamp is integrated into the alchemist's consciousness and can condense the lamp spirit.

And currently, the only one who has reached this realm is Xin Ji.

The power used by alchemists is different from the power of miracles. The power of miracles is called the power of miracles because it is completely beyond the scope of what mortals can understand. This power can create almost anything you want.

The power of an alchemist can only create magical items.

Then use the power of alchemy tools to get what you want through the knowledge and technology you have mastered.

In the past few decades, alchemists have been divided into two schools.

One of them is the mainstream alchemist who specializes in making various metal creations. They smelt various metals through lights to create strong and beautiful gold and silverware.

However, there are currently few alchemists, and the gold tools they smelt can only be supplied to merchants in the city and from Suinhall for trade.

The second type is alchemists who refine powders to heal wounds and diseases. Xinji is the most powerful alchemist in this regard.

The prototypes of alchemy, medicine and other technologies are gradually taking shape in this city, and will give birth to beautiful flowers in the future.

In the Elders' Council Hall in the City of Lights.

Exquisite ornate golden lamps were lit, illuminating the hall.

The four sides of the hall depict the legendary sea of ​​​​suns and flowers, and the dome depicts the clouds and sea of ​​stars. A blond goddess like the goddess of wind floats through the clouds.

Under the sea of ​​stars, a man wearing a silver blouse rowed a boat, closely following the footsteps of the goddess.

The members of the elders sat in a circle, headed by the great elder Xinji.

Decades have passed, and not only has Great Elder Xinji not aged, he even looks younger.

But this is also because Xinji only looked older because of his primitive and simple life. Now that he has gained power and the golden lamp, it is naturally different.

"today."

"King Smerkel from Suinhor City State sent us a letter, hoping to trade directly with us, and even invited our alchemists to the Fire Guard City."

"What do you all think?"

Xinji asked everyone for their opinions, and the people in the elders started talking a lot.

"I agree. The city-state of Suinhor has a large population and vast land. If our things can be sold there, we will definitely gain a lot of wealth." Someone agreed. The alchemy workshop under his name passed through the lights and independent There are methods of smelting and refining metals, and then craftsmen carve them to create exquisite gold and silverware. If they can be sold to Suinhall, it will definitely be a huge profit.

"I don't agree. Suinhall has sold cloth, clothes, oil, and food to us over the years. Those Suinhall merchants are greedy and vulgar, and they have robbed us of so much wealth." Someone immediately expressed their opposition. Conservatives dislike these outsiders very much.

"King Smokel once met the god Iva. I think he is trustworthy." Someone thought of the poem "Divine Blessing" and was full of affection for King Smokel.

People debated endlessly in the hall, and finally Great Elder Xinji proposed.

"Send someone to take a look first, and then meet Queen Smerkel."

Everyone voted and finally decided.

There is no city lord in the City of Lights, and all daily matters are handled by the great elders. However, all important decisions must be made by the elders.

Most of the members of the Elders are priests of the temple and alchemists who have inherited Ivar's power.

After Xinji finished the discussion of the elders, he came to the temple.

He walked through the halls and down the corridors.

All the way deep into a garden filled with cups of desire.

In the center of the garden, there is a snow-white tree more than ten meters high, which is also the sacred tree in the City of Lights. God Iva is sitting on the tree looking out of the temple.

He is hidden among the leaves and it is difficult to see Him directly from below.

But Xinji knew that the spirit was in the sacred tree, so he went directly to the tree and prostrated on the ground.

Xingi talked about what was discussed in the elders' meeting hall today, and also mentioned the letter from King Smerkel.

Although he did not directly ask the gods for their opinions, he only spoke about them.

But it's obvious.

He just came to ask the gods to send an oracle to tell him what to do.

On the white tree, Ivar stared at Xinji.

"Why do you come to ask me?"

Xingi told the god: "Because King Smerkel is the one you favor."

Ivar said: "The people I favor, that is my business."

"I like him and I can just give him what I want."

"How can your country and your destiny be changed just because I like it?"

But Xinji didn’t think so: “But everything we have is given by you.”

But Ivar said: "Everything you have is given by me, so you are my servant."

"But this city was created by countless people, and their efforts and wisdom were not given by me."

"I can't and don't want to sacrifice their efforts just because I like someone."

"I gave you a prosperous life, and you offered your prayers to the great Lord of Dreams. This is a fair trade."

"I don't need you to do anything more than that."

Xinji regards Iva as a god, but Iva only regards all this as a transaction.

He has no real consciousness of being a god.

He understands what faith is, but he doesn't understand why faith makes people crazy.

Whenever he sat in a tree and watched thousands of people worshiping him below, he would make crazy shouts.

There is always a look of surprise.

He didn't understand where this madness came from, what he had done to make their emotions shake so violently.

And Xinji, who was lying under the tree, also felt that the gods only needed them to complete a certain task.

Xinji also vaguely understood that God Iva might not stay in the world for long.

When that task is completed, this god who descended into the world will eventually leave this land that does not belong to him.

He was always sitting in a tree looking toward the sunrise mountains and looking at the sky.

Perhaps he was missing that sea of ​​stars, and the days when he was in the Kingdom of Gods receiving the dreams of the dead.

Xinji finally couldn't help but said.

"God!"

"You have given us so much and we have done nothing for you."

Ivar shook his head: "Didn't you all do it?"

Xingi said: "Those are just trivial things, my master, Iva, the master of desire!"

"What else can we do for you?"

Iva thought for a moment and suddenly thought of something.

He recalled that bonfire night in the forest, when Smerkel, who was still a prince, played the harp and sang a poem praising King Alpans.

And Ivar himself told a story about himself.

A story about two brothers Henir and Weiss.

He smiled and said: "Then write a book for me!"

The first time Xinji heard the term book, paper had not yet appeared in this world.

The carriers on which most snake people record their writings are clay tablets and wooden boards.

A few people use special leather or cloth scrolls as carriers for writing, but this is expensive.

"Book?"

"What is a book?"

Ivar said: "It's something that records words."

Xinji thought that God Iva needed a poem praising him, so he quickly agreed.

"God."

"I will definitely invite the best poets and musicians in the world and let them compose the most beautiful music and the most gorgeous chapters."

But Ivar shook his head: "No, no, no, there is no need for poets or musicians."

Xingji was a little confused. How could he write poetry?

Ivar told Synge: "Because, what I want is not poetry, but a story."

"but me."

"It's this storyteller."

Xinji's heart was agitated.

Yes, what is more beautiful in this world than a chapter narrated by the gods themselves?

What could be more sacred and great than the stories of gods?

Xinji saluted respectfully: "Being able to hear the stories of the gods and record the holy words of the gods is the supreme honor of being your servant."

Ivar said: "The name of the story is."

"A fairy tale of fairies."

Xinji immediately understood that this was a story about a sacred spirit like a goblin, and it must be related to the great master of dreams.

Ivar first told the story of the fairy Polo.

"The goblin yearns for the outside world. Although he lives in the garden of God and is favored by the gods, he still yearns for the free sky outside."

"One day he said to God."

"God, let me taste the most beautiful food and smell the most beautiful flowers on your behalf."

"Feel the wind on the mountains, feel the waves in the sea, and listen to strangers from far away tell their life journeys and interesting stories."

"I will become your eyes and messenger, bringing back winds and news from far away."

God revealed the goblin's little thoughts with one word: "You just want to run out and play!"

But in the end, the gods let the goblin go.

The goblins in the story are not mentioned by name, and the three-leaf people are only replaced by mortals.

Xinji used a wooden knife to quickly record the stories told by the gods on the clay tablets. One clay tablet after another was placed aside, and the ground was covered in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, Ivar began to tell the second story.

That is the story in Divine Blessing, but from a different perspective. From the fairy's perspective, it tells the story of how she blesses all mortals.

It also depicts the salvation of saints and the birth of the dreamy sea of ​​stars.

The third story is about goblins and wishes. This time the story is much lighter.

The story is full of innocence.

"The fairy left the kingdom of God in a hot air balloon, seeking the best wish in the world."

"..."

The story continues from night to dawn.

The last story is about the fairy Simila and her performing troupe.

By the time the story was finished, Xinji finally understood what kind of existence the goblin was.

The titles of the beloved son of the Creator, the divine spirit, and the most beautiful divinely created spirit became real in an instant.

Xinji raised his head and looked at the lush leaves and the looming sacred shadow high up.

But my mind flew to the distant kingdom of God.

"If one day I can reach the Garden of the Creator."

"I must speak to these beautiful divine spirits."

After saying that, Xinji felt ridiculous again.

He is just a humble mortal, how can he reach the sun and flower sea of ​​the Creator.

After Ivar finished telling the story of the goblin, the sky began to turn white.

He lowered his head and saw the large number of clay tablets, and suddenly shook his head.

"The method of recording text on clay tablets is really inconvenient."

Xinji said: "But God, this is currently the easiest and simplest method to obtain."

Ivar told Sinji: "Just right."

"In exchange for helping me deliver these stories, I'll give you something."

Ivar stepped down from the tall white trees.

The sun rises slowly in the sky, and the white trees are a symbol of sanctity and purity.

The great god touched the forehead of his servant Xinji and gave him guidance and gifts.

Some information was directly transmitted to the depths of Xinji's consciousness through the power of power.

Xinji immediately knew what the god Iva had given him and what the true meaning of the book was.

"Papermaking."

The method of how to make paper appeared in Xinji's mind. It was a process that ordinary people could easily operate, and one after another appeared in front of Xinji's eyes.

at last.

He watched the pieces of white paper glued together and turned into a book.

Only then did Xinji wake up.

Xinji was pleasantly surprised by the gift from the gods and understood what the appearance of this thing meant.

Such a convenient carrier and thing for recording text was something he had never thought of before.

This is the creation of God.

It is God’s guidance to mortals and God Iva’s favor to them.

However, to Ivar, there is nothing strange about this kind of thing. There are many such creations in the kingdom of fairies.

Ivar just made another deal with his followers. He gave the papermaking technology that he thought was not too precious to Xinji and the City of Lights, and then asked them to write a book for him to spread the story of goblins to the world. above.

But for mortals, this is a miracle that changes the fate of everyone, and the future of their race.

The moment Xinji woke up, his eyes searched everywhere for the figure of the god.

But the gods have left.

But the voice of the god rang in Xinji's ears: "By the way, don't write my name."

"This is the story of a leprechaun."

"I'm just a translator of it."

He could only crawl on the ground and express his respect and gratitude to the gods in his own way.

“O merciful God Ivar!”

"We will always remember your greatness, your gifts, and the future you gave us."

——

In an alchemy workshop in the City of Lights, Xinji and several alchemists stayed up all night, guiding the craftsmen in their operations, and even went into battle themselves.

"faster."

"Done yet?"

"Take it out...take it out."

In the yard, everyone looked eagerly.

The first piece of paper in the wooden frame appeared, and the craftsman carefully lifted it and displayed it in front of Xinji.

Although a little rough, it is undoubtedly the first piece of paper in the world.

Everyone burst into cheers, and the entire alchemy workshop burst into cheers, with everyone shouting and hugging excitedly.

Even the great elder Xinji could not conceal his inner joy.

"Paper."

"This is what God calls paper."

Xingji carefully laid out the paper and then wrote the snake man's words on it.

Whether writing or collecting, it is unimaginably simple and light.

Moreover, the manufacturing method of paper is not complicated, and the materials are easy to obtain.

It doesn’t have to be like usual. Every time I write a word, I feel like money is burning.

The paper read: "City of Lights."

Xinji held up these words and told everyone.

“We are all lights of God.”

“It is God who ignites us and guides us in the direction we are going.”

"We want to pass on the myth, the story between us and God, forever through this piece of paper."

Pieces of paper were produced from the alchemy workshop and fell into the City of Lights.

Eventually they will spread to the entire world.

Xinji's room was filled with clay tablets. He copied the words on the clay tablets bit by bit with a pen.

He carefully glued each piece of paper together and then sealed it with a leather shell.

at last.

Xinji hot-stamped the name of the story chosen by the god on the leather cover.

"A fairy tale of fairies."

This is the first story in the world to be written on paper, which is different from the long story in poetry.

It is also the first fairy tale.

Moreover, all the fairy tales in the story are true and have really happened.

It is a fairy tale, a myth, and a history.

The emergence of papermaking slowly began to fundamentally change the times.

It makes the transfer of technology and knowledge no longer difficult, and it makes civilization no longer a memory passed down orally or the vicissitudes of life engraved on stone tablets.

It is a text that most people can read and understand.