My mythical world

In the Atrium World, human city-states are filled with sacred flags of gods. Saints wear pure white robes to spread the gospel of the Lord. There are often armed holy armies patrolling with solemn faces.

Occasionally, someone would report that their neighbors believed in foreign gods. Whenever this happened, the Holy Army would quickly attack, ruthlessly arrest the traitor, and then drag him to the square, where he would be burned at the stake under the watchful eyes of the villagers.

"Mom, why do we have to believe in gods?"

Locke, who was already three years old, was much stronger, with chubby little arms. He had a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist all day long, and he was swinging the elephant around unscrupulously. Another time he accidentally saw a burning in the square, and he asked his mother doubtfully.

Mother's face suddenly changed. She looked around nervously to see if anyone was eavesdropping. She quickly stepped forward and covered little Locke's mouth.

"Child, please don't tell others what you said, otherwise I'm worried that you will be the next one to be burned at the stake, silly boy."

Little Locke still had puzzled eyes. He didn't know why he had to be baptized by a papal priest when he was born. He believed in the church he belonged to since he was a child and prayed for blessings every day.

Children are always curious about everything. Since the mother could not answer her doubts, little Locke ran to the back hill of the village. It is said that it was the shepherd who named him.

"Uncle Luo, I'm here to see you again."

Little Locke, who was only three years old, jumped up and down the mountain alone. People in the village took it for granted. Because this child was really strong, no one was worried about his safety.

"Little Locke, are you here again?" the shepherd welcomed with a smile, "but this time I can't let you bully my sheep."

With the arrival of Locke, there was a sudden commotion among the sheep, especially the leader of the male sheep, which was bigger than a yak. ​​He made a "baa" sound and hurriedly moved his hooves to escape.

The last time I wrestled with this little brat, it was pushed away and its horns were almost severed.

"Uncle, why do you think we have to believe in the gods in heaven when we are born?" Little Locke ran to the shepherd and asked.

The shepherd looked up at the sky, squatted down and touched Locke's head.

"This was not the case three hundred years ago, little Locke. Many people's hearts are not strong enough. Naturally, they need a kind of sustenance, and the strongest gods in Hill are undoubtedly the best choice."

Little Locke stretched out his hand and touched his head as if he didn't understand, and said in a low voice:

"I think it's good to just believe in yourself. If I grow up, I won't believe in any gods."

"profound?"

Hearing this sentence, the shepherd became curious and asked with a smile:

"So cute and brave little Locke, what are your dreams? Who do you hope to be when you grow up?"

This sentence stumped Locke. He banged his head and thought for a while, walking around on the lawn. Suddenly he suddenly said:

"If I grow up, I want to be a brave warrior like Uncle Dar!"

"hehe"

The shepherd smiled and said, "Little guy, I will ask you the same question again in three years. Please answer me again then."

Little Locke nodded and ran home in a hurry. He looked as carefree as a free wild horse.

Soon, three years later, little Locke, who had experienced a lot, ran to the back mountain again to ask the shepherd.

"Uncle Luo, after all this time, I feel like my dreams have changed."

The six-year-old little Locke is already as tall as an adult, has a chubby face with baby fat, and his whole body is made up of joints. He looked at the shepherd three years ago and said:

"Now I feel that I don't want to be a warrior anymore. Although I have unrivaled divine power, no matter how strong I am, I am just a reckless man. I want to become the lord of a city! Command all the people in the huge city, summon all the young warriors, and defend myself dignity and wealth!”

The shepherd smiled again with the same smile as three years ago:

"Little Locke, you now have divine power that is no weaker than Warcraft. You often help your mother with things in daily life, but I think you are not mature enough now. Maybe this dream is not the real dream in your heart.

It will still be three years later, when you tell me the real answer, I think by then, you should be able to determine the goal of your life. "

Little Locke touched his head in confusion, feeling that this answer should be what he wanted most, but why did his uncle still think it was only temporary?

Soon time passed, and Little Locke grew bigger and bigger. His natural power was amazing. He once wrestled with the strongest bull in the square, and finally the bull was knocked down by him.

He has been participating in dark fighting competitions in a small town not far away since he was eight years old. There are a group of desperadoes in it for money. However, in less than a year, little Locke broke through the fighting ring.

Whether they were desperate bloody warriors or crazy monsters, they were all convinced by his chubby little fists.

And every time he fights in the ring, there is a girl of his own age cheering for him off the field. Sometimes little Locke will suffer setbacks and failures.

But for some reason, when he turned around and saw the smile and encouragement of the little neighbor girl, his fighting spirit and courage ignited again.

"Mary, this trophy is not mine, but shared by both of us! Without your support and encouragement along the way, I wouldn't have been able to reach this point!"

When young Locke held up the highest trophy in the arena, he swore an oath to everyone present. The girl Mary's smile froze with joy. She did not expect Locke, her childhood sweetheart who grew up with her, to say such sensational words.

In her heart, Locke's head was like his muscles, both were single-minded. Even if she frequently hinted at him, he was always busy with training and learning.

"Ah"

The girl Mary screamed, and Locke had happily picked her up in public, celebrating their victory.

Suddenly Locke frowned, quickly put Mary down, and ran away holding her hand. He saw a fully armed patrol team outside the gate, rushing in quickly. They were searching for the recently famous "Mighty Locke".

In the back mountain of the village, after three years, the nine-year-old Locke climbed the mountain step by step. Now, after many incidents, he is no longer the little fat man of the past. His originally chubby body has become honest and reliable, and his chubby face is now full of determination.

Children from poor families grow up early. Children in the courtyard world are almost sensible when they are ten years old, and some girls will even get married in two years.

Locke climbed the mountain and saw the shepherd who was just like the shepherd in the past, herding the sheep that would never grow up comfortably.

"Uncle, I think I have the answer. This should be my lifelong dream."

"Oh?"

The shepherd waved his whip in surprise, "Then little Locke, please tell me your answer now."

"I want to give up everything and spend the rest of my life with Marianne. I don't want to be a soldier or a general."

Locke's face was firm and solemn, and he didn't look like he was joking. This was indeed a dream he had been thinking about for a long time, and this dream was worth his lifelong practice.