Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

(1~3)

What is information?

Information is the image seen by the eyes, the sound heard by the ears, the smell smelled by the tip of the nose, the heat and cold felt by the skin, the blurred blocks of words in ancient books, the roar of the demon wolf to summon the tribe, and the believers.

Prayer directed to the gods is a cluster of starlight that guides lost travelers... The concept of information is vague and broad. It can be an individual's perception of the outside world, it can be the universal tacit understanding among similar people, it can be the mutual response between living things and the environment.

It can also be a link between the past and the future.

But for Him, the problem is much simpler.

Information is His core, His skeleton, His flesh and blood. Information constitutes Him, and He is the information itself.

The core information is a name, a name that no one calls, no one remembers, covered in layers of historical dust, and corrupted into shape by ruthless time, leaving only two fuzzy syllables. The skeleton is built around the core layer by layer.

, mainly about a certain civilization that raised him, some people who raised him and accompanied him, some deep-rooted thoughts and beliefs, words engraved in the bone marrow... They are put together topsy-turvy, like a castle built by a child with building blocks.

, trembling, and about to collapse from time to time. He always takes the trouble to rebuild the skeleton around the core. Because his mind is not clear, the order of reconstruction is different every time - it is not an exaggeration to say that it is topsy-turvy, but

It's better than nothing.

Just like a building needs to draw construction drawings and put up scaffolding before laying bricks and glass windows. After it has the core and skeleton, it can take care of flesh and blood. As an extraordinary creature in the mysterious world, it can expand the "extraordinary"

Nature is also "supernatural". He wanders like a ghost through hills with no vegetation, wastelands illuminated by the red moon, palaces surrounded by lightning and waves, and miraculous cities where giant dragons linger, recording all kinds of colorful information, and at the same time.

Let the law of aggregation lead you to "food".

The first piece of "food" was found in a rock crevice. It was like a gem filled with bright starlight, exuding a bewitching luster. He lay directly on it, wrapped it with his void body, and quietly waited for the food to be digested into particles and expanded.

Once the limbs are fully intact, the body will become more realistic.

Food is a gift, but also a price. Although hunger will be relieved when you eat it, the process of "digestion" is not pleasant. The words rush in along with the power, violently shaking his frame and tearing at his core. There are several times.

This time he almost forgot his name, the familiar language and the civilization that raised him, so every time he ate a piece of food, he had to spend months or even years adjusting his condition and repairing his skeleton, and then he

Go find the next piece.

A long, long time passed, so long that the demon wolf and the alien king that once ravaged the ground both fell, so long that the sun that had been sleeping for a long time shone brightly on the earth, so long that the Elf King fell from the throne of storms and lightning, so long that he couldn't remember which day it was.

The portion of food was just mechanically swallowed into the stomach.

In the process, he picked up a lot of flesh and blood, from humans, wolves, elves, dragons, and demons. In the era of chaos, the corpses of extraordinary creatures were not a rare thing. He waited for the extraordinary characteristics of those corpses to be released.

, and then covered it with his void body, penetrated it, and merged it - just like dodder entangled with trees, the dead body stood up staggeringly, and He felt the life through the corpse.

The sun is warm.

When rain falls, the air becomes humid.

The blood is very hot.

Sea water is salty.

The place where the fire has burned will hurt.

Daffodils are really fragrant.

All this is so familiar and yet so strange.

He carefully picked up everything he felt, filling it with preciousness and importance into the weathered skeleton, and the long-faded name at the core seemed to have regained some of its luster.

"That's enough, that's enough...no need to eat anymore."

A weak voice came from the core. For the first time, he tried to suppress the instinct of aggregation that he was accustomed to. But how could the original instinct be so easy to suppress? The lasting madness and the resurgent reason were torn apart, and he began to use sleep to fight against the body.

During this process, he learned to dream. The sounds he heard, the light and darkness he saw, the warmth and cold he touched all became the building blocks of dreams, decorating them into something familiar to him. He gradually became fascinated.

I fell in love with dreaming, so I curled up in an extremely private place and fell into a dark sleep. Occasionally, my eyes would open a slit due to the sunlight coming in from the rock wall, but that was just a nap before falling into the next dream.

Until one day, the spiritual intuition that had been dormant for a long time sounded the alarm crazily.

"Run away, run away quickly, a powerful existence is approaching!"

But no matter how reliable his spiritual intuition was, he couldn't overcome his own inertia. In the moment when his eyelids were fighting, the existence that was too powerful to look directly at had appeared in front of him, with a sparkling golden light in his eyes, irresistibly attracting him.

Pulled into a dream.

The all-knowing and all-powerful Creator was slightly surprised, wondering why this monster made of twisted flesh didn't resist?