Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

April 18, Year 1 of the Creator’s Calendar:

I just realized that this world also has a calendar. Although I don’t know if there were any ethnic groups in the more ancient times who followed the calendar of "twelve months in a year, about thirty days in each month, and a total of three hundred and sixty-five days in a year."

The rules record time, but it is clearly stipulated in the Holy Book of the Creator that "the day when the bewitching evil dragon fell into eternal calamity is a new beginning for mankind, and it is also the first day of the first year when the brilliance of the Creator shines on the world." The following paragraph is

It’s all an explanation of the concept of “calendar”.

However, the so-called "holy book" is not the same as the tome I thought of. It is a booklet the size of an instruction manual. There are about ten volumes in total. Except for the introduction to the first chapter, each volume records the content of a chapter.

, together they form a complete holy book - this is probably done to facilitate circulation, although there will always be careless people who stuff these booklets into unknown corners, and then bother readers to write them down silently.

once.

When I helped Yanal from the temporary store to take the dirty clothes to Mrs. Mimian for starching, I touched the pockets (I used to forget to take out the toilet paper before throwing the clothes into the washing machine, and the result was white inside and outside.

crumbs), and then I dug out the third chapter of the Holy Scriptures, and was fortunate enough to learn about the content of the "Calendar"... and saw the shadow of the Bible in the rest of it.

Combined with the "Ten Commandments of Moses" I heard when I was baptized, I feel more and more that the Creator and I come from the same place.

May 2nd, Year 1 of the Creator Calendar:

A scout lost control and died suddenly, and I was transferred to fill his vacancy. Although I had no experience in this area before, the only thing related to "reconnaissance" was probably patrolling the outside of the camp.

"Do you know why I want you to be a scout?" Medici asked me.

I honestly don't know, and I actually really want to block the attacker.

"Because you have a pair of eyes that can see into secrets." He told me, "From now on, you have to learn how to see broader and deeper, how to distinguish what can be seen and what cannot be seen, and how to see the damage to yourself.

lowest."

June 6, Year 1 of the Creator Calendar

I still don’t have a clue about the characteristics of “Sage”.

I'm not disappointed. After all, the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence 2 and above are quantitative. If there are only so many copies of something, finding it is really like looking for a needle in a haystack. Medici said that if I have accumulated enough merits, I can go to Ourolius.

In exchange for a piece of good luck - one day I might be able to encounter the good luck of a "sage" while walking on the road, but I don't want to.

The first is the fear of death. The promotion ceremony of "Sage" is very troublesome. "Preventing a high-level disaster" sounds like it will cause one's own death if one is not careful.

Second, angels are extremely rare human resources. There are no more than fifteen people under the Creator. If I become an angel, it will be very difficult for me to leave one day.

June 22, Year 1 of the Creator Calendar

The arcane master who was previously responsible for language teaching was transferred back to Cherubim, so I will conduct one hour of language teaching on shift days.

Although I haven't obtained the teacher qualification certificate yet, teaching went surprisingly smoothly, as if I had actually been on the podium and taught in front of forty or fifty students - but I was clearly only composed of five or six people.

A small number of simulation trainings have been conducted in small classes.

In addition to teaching Elvish and Giant languages, which can summon mysterious power, I also teach humans their own common language - among my students there are old men in their thirties who still can't write their own names. Speaking of which

As for names, I learned from Mr. Hermes that when humans were slaves to extraordinary races, they basically had no names. Some used nicknames related to appearance, and some had the same name shared by three generations.

"In the eyes of those extraordinary races, there was no difference between us and ants. Who would bother to distinguish one ant from another? Moreover, the ants themselves lived in a hazy and hopeless way, so their self-awareness was naturally very weak.

"That's what Hermes said.

This situation improved a little after humans initially mastered extraordinary power, and then after the Creator was born, humans had the concept of "surnames". In order to reward those followers who are particularly devout in their beliefs and have established meritorious deeds on the battlefield, if they do not have names

, the Creator will give them a name, and if they already have a name, give them a "name suffix", which is a surname.

For example, the messenger who traveled to three city-states day and night to deliver the news of the victory over the Elf King was given the surname "Abraham", and the consul who presided over the construction of the largest Sun God Church was given the surname "Solomon"

, the general who guarded the border in the extremely cold land for twenty years to resist the intrusion of demons was given the surname "Augustus", and the marksman who shot an arrow through the head of the demon wolf from a hundred meters away was given the surname "Sauron"

…

“The Lord once said that ‘Sauron’ means the eye that ‘finds enemies thousands of miles away’.”

Medici said with great piety, and proudly said that the marksman was a talent he had single-handedly promoted, but my expression was almost unbearable.

Well, if it were the big eye hanging above the magical city in "Lord of the Rings", it could indeed "find enemies thousands of miles away".

So you, the Creator, really traveled through time too, right?!

June 29, Year 1 of the Creator Calendar

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Our troops were divided into two groups. One group escorted the civilians to the Creator's territory, commanded by adjutant Jason, and the other group went north to support the pure white angel troops and fight against the demons - I was there when I went north.

One.

A diary entry added many years later:

It was expected to be caught off guard, and the final war finally started.

I caught a glimpse of destiny. What lies before me is boundless, bloody, bone-eating darkness. At the end of the darkness is a ray of light. What we have to do is chase the light, even if our feet are pricked by thorns.

Broken, even if the will is tortured to the point of collapse by the malicious words, even if every drop of blood and every tear is evaporated, it cannot be stopped.

No one is willing to stop.

First of all, as the source of all evil that has been resisted by the meta-human camp and the non-human camp as early as the dawn of fire, demons and demon wolves united again after the fall of Fregra, and the wolves that had been fleeing in various directions gathered around them.

Go to the devil and unleash your desire to kill, and you can vaguely see the shadow of the two direct descendants of Fregra.

You must be curious about what Fabuti did after the last battle, when he escaped at the speed of light after the night and pure white angels came to support him and disappeared for several months. The answer is to release the source of pollution. Depravity, filth, corrosion,

Pollution is the power of the "abyss". Once the pollution source is activated, the surrounding creatures will be instantly enveloped in all kinds of negative emotions and extreme desires.

The Night Demon Wolf has "secret" authority, and the demon itself can effectively interfere with psychics and divination. It is not difficult for them to make some small moves and then escape. Although we are not lacking in keen beings with high inspiration,

But it’s the same principle as “spreading rumors only to refute them and break your legs” – we are exhausted, but we still slow down a beat.

The purpose of these pollution sources is to detonate together one day. I still remember that I was still instilling eye drops at that time - the result of tracking the pollution for three consecutive days was that my eyes hurt and bled, and then there was a "buzzing" sound in my head.

Several mid- to low-sequence Extraordinaries were about to lose control for a moment. Fortunately, the Dream Weaver who was traveling with them quickly said "Appease". The Punishment Knight loudly announced that "No talking is allowed here", and the Crazy Mage immediately "amplified" the effectiveness of this sentence.

, and at the same time, the conqueror's spiritual link was forcibly inserted, and Medici's voice shouted "enemy attack" in everyone's mind.

The war just came at once. With a "bang", in addition to the Eastern Continent where the Kingdom of God is located, pollution broke out in about thirteen places on the Southern Continent and the Northern Continent at the same time. In dense forests, deep seas, deserts, and even

In the spirit world... all kinds of extraordinary creatures screamed in an instant, and then rushed towards human settlements as if driven by some kind of force. Demons and demon wolves came out in full force, singing songs of victory that destroyed the world.

We were temporarily stationed at the foot of the mountain. As soon as we looked up, we could see a giant spider with a woman's face, a black panther with evil stripes, a tree man covered in dark slime... in short, there are all kinds of things that can be named.

Unnamed extraordinary creatures and monsters created by the authority of "mutations" swarmed down, including demons and magic wolves.

And in the center of them is a huge black shadow, sinister, filthy, and suffocating.

"Calm down!" Medici's voice rang in his mind, "That's not a demon king, it's just a doll made of filth!"

So, you know that small operations in human settlements that are included in the protection range are unlikely to succeed, so you just plant "biological bombs" in the nearby wilderness?

In that era, the distance between man and nature was not as distant as it was in the Fifth Age. There was a town five hundred meters behind us.

All in all, this is the most insane counterattack I have ever seen.