Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"What is the purpose of our trip?"

"Understanding the Hanged Man's mental state through dreams."

"What should we do if his mental state fluctuates significantly?"

"Retreat immediately."

Seeing Thoth's eyes narrowing slightly, Amon reluctantly added, "Don't try to find loopholes in the rules to get through. Just exit honestly."

The word "honestly" doesn't quite fit with "the embodiment of deception and mischief", so much so that when I say it, I feel like I am gritting my teeth.

"I hope you can be so good soon."

Amon snorted, "You will regret using this word to describe me."

"Oh, let me beg you."

Thoth sighed helplessly, and then transformed into thousands of butterflies. He did not have the power in the dream realm. If you wanted to sneak into the dream of the Hanged Man, it would be more convenient to use the mythical magic of "Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly". The angel of time came from

With the extraordinary ability to pick out an unlucky "nightmare" from their many collections, the Hanged Man's scarlet eye gradually closed, and his gentle breathing replaced the crazy murmurs, while they held their breath and concentrated, sneaking into the place that might be about to happen in the next second.

An earth-shaking dream.

What comes into view is a boundless sea of ​​blood, and the fishy smell almost makes people shed tears - this is the embodiment of the extreme emotions of the Hanged Man. And among the scarlet waves, there are leaves floating "

Small boats, some big and some small, shimmering - they are fragments of the memory of the true Creator.

"Look at this."

The butterfly swarm reunited into Thoth's human body. He touched a larger and relatively complete memory fragment and activated the scene in it: It was in the age of strife, on the eve of Solomon's unification of the northern continent, and the red of war was among them.

The Storm Believers were defeated on the northern coast of the sea. The Storm Believers who were lucky enough to escape the flames and swords struggled to escape into the depths of the sea. Medici sneered, inserted the long sword into the sea water, and mobilized the power of the Weather Warlock - the sea water quickly condensed into ice, and from then on,

From a high altitude, it looked like a big pale hand holding the storm believers tightly. They were like insects in amber, unable to move. They could only wait desperately for the oxygen to run out and suffocate to death. Thunder and lightning roared in the clouds, like this

The disastrous defeat was undoubtedly a shame for the Storm Lord, but the shadow of order also occupied half of the sky. He could only leave with the defeated soldiers and recuperate on Pasu Island.

"Look at this again."

Another memory fragment of a similar size was triggered. This time it was a scene from this era. The Black Emperor led a group of angels to ascend the sword-like tower, including Thoth.

Amon, who was outside the screen, commented: "You look a little absent-minded."

Thoth said sincerely: "Because I don't like climbing stairs, but our Emperor needs a little... um, a sense of ceremony."

"Sir Thoth, you are well-informed. What do you think the name should be for this symbol of the empire?"

Solomon in the memory fragment suddenly spoke, and the hidden sage who was suddenly named thought for a moment, and then uttered a strange word.

"babel."

The Black Emperor asked what the meaning of this word should be, so the Hidden Sage explained the secret that no one knew.

"A long time ago, the mortals on the earth wanted to go to the Kingdom of God in the clouds, so they built a high tower with stones. Day after day, year after year, the predecessors buried themselves in the ground, and the descendants climbed on top. The gods originally laughed at the mortals.

I was ignorant and stubborn, but in the end I was horrified to discover that the tower was about to touch the clouds and the foundation of the Kingdom of God."

The angels' expressions changed slightly. The subtle blasphemy in this story aroused their vigilance. The emperor's eyes also became deep. Only Duke Abraham asked with interest: "Then what? Don't show off at this time."

ah."

Thoth smiled softly, "The gods immediately exerted their power and made people all over the world speak different languages. The ethnic groups could not communicate with each other. Naturally, they could not discuss the matter of building the tower. The Bongtian plan was aborted. This is the end of the story.

."

Bold! How could He use a half-finished building to compare with this brand-new landmark of the empire, the symbol of His Majesty’s authority?!

Although no one dared to speak out at this moment, the thieves who were always good at seeing into people's hearts could easily see through their thoughts. Trunsoest's face became as pale as marble, and his lips moved, just thinking

What to say, Thoth sighed leisurely: "It is precisely because history has left such regretful endings that this high tower under my feet makes me feel extremely lucky."

"Why are you glad?"

The shadow of order was gathering momentum under Solomon's majestic command, and every move showed the power of the gods, but Thoth always smiled lightly, as if he was just saying something commonplace.

"Because His Majesty overturned the ending of this story, didn't he? The old gods were so unwilling for latecomers to touch their realm, but His Majesty led all his colleagues to slap them in the face."

The tense atmosphere relaxed, and even Zarath, who had always been silent, breathed a sigh of relief.

Thoth continued: "If Your Majesty names this tower with the word babel, then this word will no longer mean a monument to failure, but a thorn, a thorn that makes the old gods sleepless and sleepless day and night.

Words—that’s an interesting reversal, wouldn’t you say?”

Solomon clapped his hands and laughed, "It's indeed interesting, so just do as you say."

Amon adjusted his monocle: "You look like a jester."

Thoth shrugged: "Workers always want to make their boss happy."

"I see that you were indifferent to Solomon during the founding days, and you were out of sight and out of mind."

"I'm in a bad mood and I'm too lazy to pretend. What's wrong?"

Shi Tiantian was successfully amused, "I really want your followers to see your face, like a street gangster."

Thoth feigned anger and said, "How dare you?"

In the midst of laughter, another fragment was triggered. This time, the setting was not the Northern Continent, but the land abandoned by God. A shepherd who was about to lose control knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, chanting the name of God inarticulately.

, in the end, the tears turned into blood, and the body collapsed into carrion, merging with the earth full of curses and sorrow. Just when they thought the episode was over, the scene in front of them gradually turned red, almost tearful.

Blood, like the roar of wild beasts, exploded from the ears, and the sea of ​​blood also began to raise waves. Thoth quickly teleported to a higher place with Amon.

"your face……"

"fine."

He is used to it.

Several eyes opened and closed on half of Thoth's cheeks, but still left a few cuts-like gaps. Thoth lowered his eyes, and Amon could see that he was sad.

The reason why the scene just turned red was because blood and tears fell from the Hanged Man's eyes, and the hysterical murmurs... were the cries of the gods.

He was grieving that he could not bring salvation.

Out of a silent tacit understanding, they did not express their conjectures, but roamed above the sea of ​​blood for a while, and finally found a piece of memory that was almost ignored, like bread crumbs. After clicking on it,

It did not show the previous serial-like scenes, and even the inter-series commercials were longer than it - because this memory fragment was just a picture, a white snowfield, a red brick house, and a series of footprints, among other things.

Nothing else, no clue who did what here.

They picked out a lot of these "bread crumbs"-like memory fragments like looking for needles in a haystack. Some were simple pictures, with huge steel wreckage shrouded in clouds, and some were a melody. Thoth could vaguely hear "

The tone of "Birch Forest" was followed by a cold message, "Complete blockade of Chernobyl."

"Do you feel it?" Thoth sighed, "The longer it is, the more fragmented and fragmented it is, and the harder it is to decipher and piece it together."

“‘It’s hard’ means there is still hope?”

"If - I mean if you happen to find two memory fragments that are very close in time, they will attract each other and combine with each other." Thoth showed a wry smile, "If luck favors us, let this coincidence happen dozens of times.

There are so many, you can piece together a relatively complete memory fragment."

Obviously, this is a huge project - not to mention that the Hanged Man's dreams are full of extreme emotions, and staying there for a long time will not be beneficial to himself. Thoth himself is also responsible for thousands of believers, and cannot put too many people into it.

Time is spent here.

Amon was silent for a moment, "I thought you would find a smarter way."

"Not everything has a shortcut." Thoth smiled tiredly.

I don't know since when, even raising the corners of his mouth seemed to take a lot of energy from him.

Amon opened his eyes and changed the topic: "Are you really so sure...'forgetting' is the crux of his madness and pain?"

The moment he said these words, Amon immediately regretted it. The forced smile on Thoth's face withered in an instant, and his eyes were filled with crumbling sadness. He wanted to turn back time, as if this way he could pretend that nothing happened.

But my mind was drowned in those two purple lights.

"About five years ago, I chatted with him and sang him the song "Lake Baikal". He seemed very happy and wanted to sing a song..."

"But before He even hummed a melody, He was crying."

“While He collapsed into a puddle of shadow, He cried and told me, ‘I don’t know how to sing ‘Birchwood’ anymore.”

"From that day on, I have been thinking... We are only thinking about taking back authority for Him, promoting His deeds, His honorable name, and trying to get Him closer to the 'complete' Creator, but we have ignored those... His efforts

What he tries to hold onto flows from His hands like sand.”

Thoth paused almost every time he spoke a few words. His voice and breathing were trembling, but he still persisted in speaking.

"I often wonder, if the problem had been discovered earlier... would things have been different?"

Why?

A confused fog rose in the heart of the born mythical creature.

Why can't my father forget himself as a human being?

Why did my father, who once held omniscient and omnipotent authority, established the Kingdom of Eternal Day with eternal glory, stood at the top of the star world, and enjoyed worship from all over the world, but in the end he could not forget the pale snowfield, a song, or a song?

What about my...insignificant self?

Could it be that the hundreds and thousands of years it takes to become a god are not as good as the decades it takes to become a human being?

He wanted to hold the Hidden Sage's hand, wipe away his tears, put his arms around his back, and say words of comfort to him, but he remained motionless as if frozen.

I'm scared.

Amon came to this conclusion belatedly.

Things that He took for granted were mysteries that I couldn't understand.

I was afraid of exposing the natural gap between us, but I could only pretend to be nonchalant with silence.

"Sorry, I haven't been in good spirits lately." Thoth exhaled, "Let's go out."

"Do they know?" After a long silence, Amon suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Medici and Ourolius."