Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

One hundred years is enough for what to happen?

One hundred years is enough for a young sapling to grow into a towering tree, enough for a person to grow from birth to death, enough for a settlement to turn into a town and then into a city-state, enough for a city-state to open up a new sub-state on another piece of land, enough for

A nomad can measure the territory of dozens of kingdoms and city-states with their footsteps, which is enough for the hermit to be as well-known as mother, dusk, night and other existences.

During this period, the remnants of the past held a dream symposium.

"Have you decided on your honorary name?"

"Yeah." He had taken one as early as War Red, but now he just removed the ownership relationship and changed the description related to authority.

"What about the name of God?" the Creator asked again.

"Isn't he just a hermit?" Thoth didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

The goddess of the night explained: "Hermit can certainly be used as the name of God, but it is the name of a potion after all. You can show your personality a little bit. Just like Omi Bella is the sequence 0 'mother' of the cultivator path,

But she is better known as the Harvest Goddess."

"Indeed...it is easier for people to awe than 'Mother' or 'Harvest Goddess'."

"So think about it again. After all, God's name cannot be changed at will. Once it is determined, people will call you that for hundreds or even thousands of years."

So after waking up, Thoth wrote seven or eight names on the paper seriously: Lord of Mysteries, God of the Hidden World, God of History, Hidden Sage, Infinite Spiritual Numbers... At the end of writing, he remembered the person who was there.

After spending a quarter of an hour on the "Sword of Sword 3" webpage, just to get a romantic ID, he felt an unspeakable shame mixed with melancholy in his heart. He stopped thinking about it and muttered silently, "Whoever the little cock clicks, I will

Who to choose..."

By the way, when He was doing this, He was enjoying the honey cake produced by a ten-year-old shop, so when he came to visit, it seemed that the great and mysterious hermit was moving his cheeks and emitting sounds from his nasal cavity.

Humming very rhythmically, he used the tip of his pen to poke dots on the paper filled with square characters - those square characters successfully made Shi Angel frown. They were so different from all existing language systems in the world that they passed the time.

It still cannot be deciphered after a hundred years, which undoubtedly dampens the self-esteem of an angel-level decryptor.

"So what are you doing?"

"Use ancient prehistoric divination techniques to pursue my god's name." Thoth answered ambiguously, thinking that he might try "southeast, northwestern," next time.

Sometimes angels are doubtful.

"Really, if you don't believe it, look at it." Thoth brushed away the cake crumbs on the paper, "Yes, this is it."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Amon breathed out from his nose, "You know that I can't understand this kind of writing."

"Then you can understand at least four characters now. Come, read with me - Hidden Sage."

In short, after this clumsy operation, the Hermit became the Hidden Sage. The Creator arranged for craftsmen to carve the painting of the Angel of Destiny onto a clay tablet and print it on the parchment of the Holy Scripture, with the following text

: "The Hidden Sage awakened from the end of chaos. He sweated and shed blood with millions of people, driving the demons into the endless abyss. He holds the key to ancient history, has eyes to peer into secrets, and is the incarnation of endless spiritual numbers and knowledge.

"He is the friend of mankind, the enemy of demons, and the educator of the sons of God." Before the latest version of the Holy Scriptures spread to the Northern Continent, some customs and practices were already gradually forming -

For example, the wandering Gabia people go to the edge of the desert to plant a tree every year. After being rescued by the White Deer, the leader of the Gabia people wanted to repay it with potion and cream, but was rejected. White Deer said

: "These are just things that humans need, and all deer need is a full belly of water, grass, and woods to live in. If you really want to repay me, come to the edge of the desert and plant a tree every year until it grows lush enough."

, I will bring it to my oasis." Since then, the Gebian people have brought saplings to this place every day. They have left greenery in the border town, as well as singing and dancing. The man blew a long and desolate horn.

, depicting the roaring hot wind and the desperate despair that day, the woman used plant juice to draw white flowers and leaves on her cheeks and arms, and danced lightly to spin perfect circles, imitating the elegance and nobility of the white deer.

The story of the deer and the traveler spread across the land together with the sound of music.

For example, the Genuno people who walked out of the snow-capped mountains would tie a white feather on the tip of their hair. The white medical bird allowed them to understand the secrets hidden in the snow-capped mountains and taught them which plants can be ground into anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine, and which plants

After processing, it can be cooked into a cold-repelling soup. Which plants can eat stems and which plants can eat roots. In addition, it will bring novel things from the outside world from time to time, a fruit that has never been seen before, a

A finely crafted pottery vase, a delicate flower, a sharp pickaxe... The Genuno people realized that the era of ravaging demon wolves was gone, vitality was being restored, order was being established, and prosperity was being created. They could live a better life.

The weather was better, so they moved to warmer areas.

For example, residents of a seaside town will put some chopped fish and shrimp on the window sill as a reward for the messenger. After the little green bird is full, it will have the strength to fly over the big waves and waves, find the boat carrying relatives and friends, and send the messenger to the ship.

The thoughts and blessings were brought away, and relief and promises were brought back - from then on, waiting became less torturous and more hopeful.

For example, members of a secret society that sparked a short period of archaeological craze hang woven straw butterflies above their beds. Exploring history is fascinating, but it is also easy to be contaminated by some unclean things - they will not be exposed when the sun is shining and the spirit is full.

It screams every time, but it will appear when the moon is in the sky and night falls, and the butterflies flying in the dreamland will use their shining scale wings to form an umbrella of protection, so that the dirty rain will not wet the dreamland.

There are many similar examples, which I won’t mention here – these little bits and pieces are like pearls scattered in the river sand, just waiting to be strung together by a silver thread to form a dazzling necklace.

.So the rumor spread at the right time, to the effect that:

"A sleeping god has returned long ago, and his followers have also revived, carrying out his will everywhere, spreading his favor, and demonstrating his kindness. On this basis, a more detailed statement emerged: "The body

The white deer clad in nine colors is His mount, the white ibis is His medical officer, the cyan sparrow is His messenger, and the frosty woman in white is His attendant..."

All in all, it creates a feeling of "this god must be very powerful with so many followers"... at least when ignoring the premise that "he can appear in front of different people in different images", this is indeed the case.

Yes, powerful - after realizing this, some people are no longer satisfied with just praying for a beautiful dream, a peace of mind, a timely rain that nourishes the dry fields, and then seek from the gods to enrich their mind with knowledge and the power to change their destiny.

The power that creates status, the gods will naturally bestow knowledge, strength, and power on these mortals who desire further advancement, making them the best among human beings and becoming their own swords and shields, hands and eyes, throats and tongues.

It was the Gaebians who established this win-win relationship with the Hidden Sage for the first time in history. After receiving the extraordinary gift, the things that made them famous are no longer limited to passionate dance steps, exquisite tricks and

There are high-quality and cheap handicrafts; there are also pictures with hidden mysteries, dazzling spells and wonderful creatures of different shapes - the former is fascinating, and the latter is awe-inspiring.