My universe in a bottle

Minnis finally caught up with the floating black cloud.

And the unique electromagnetic consciousness wave kept testing, the trembling dark clouds suddenly stopped, and there was an intimacy in the chaotic consciousness.

"Even if I lose everything, my tribe will still remember me."

Minis stopped and looked at the dark cloud in the sky in a plain, feeling in his heart: "Are you here to see me?"

The dark cloud suddenly descended.

Covering this land, traces of remnants of the dead souls were surrounding like gray mist, turning this land into a gloomy foggy cemetery in an instant.

Minis was stunned at first, then quickly stepped closer to the cemetery.

"Herodotus, the world has become more lively since you left."

He stood quietly and tried to communicate. There was silence all around. He felt that in front of the cemetery, he still felt the aura of a long-lost old friend, that persistent and determined man.

"This is your last trace in this world."

He suddenly mobilized electromagnetic waves in this chaotic consciousness, sorted out these chaotic wills, and made a clear space in the chaotic consciousness, with "Tomb of Herodotus" written on it.

He thought for a while and wrote Herodotus's epitaph on the tombstone:

[Fear is the emotion furthest away from the truth. 】

That's what he always said.

He quickly presented flowers and brought some food, "Herodotus, you always told me during your lifetime that fear is the emotion farthest from the truth in living beings."

"What I want to tell you now is that fear is the mentality closest to immortality in life."

"You step forward to the sky, while I retreat into the cave."

"Fear keeps me alive."

He sat in front of the cemetery, without his original lonely look, and his expression unexpectedly became calm and gentle.

He knew that the fear of death made him, the most unknown person, live the longest among the three most powerful people in civilization at that time.

But fear also makes me hesitate now.

If Herodotus and Artabibia were two determined men, standing on their own ground, they would go on without caring even if they were alone.

They are monsters, but they are only human beings who can be scared and confused.

"However, after that battle and the devastation of the ruins, we finally recovered."

Minis sat cross-legged and leaned on a stone. He suddenly began to describe what happened in the past few days and said with a smile:

"You can't imagine that the land of primitive tribes has turned into big cities, and what a glorious scene it is now."

"There is a cliff city on three walls. Bipedal dragons are responsible for the comings and goings. Caravans are coming in and out. Residents are talking and children are running and playing."

"The Elf Kingdom on the Elf Tree still doesn't welcome trade. Whenever a human merchant who likes trade deception approaches, he will pick up a bow and arrow and shoot them in the butt."

"In the squares of the Elf Academy and the Human Academy, students often have ideological disputes, but most of them are reading books, walking, studying new magic together, riding dragons, and traveling everywhere."

"The gods on the trees no longer care about the ground. The human hero Archmage Antony and the elven hero Nature Warden Celiden established city-states, lived in palaces, and each became king."

"Our creations have become extremely prosperous on the earth and have their own civilization and country."

Nowadays, most intelligent life forms are the size of mites in order to save energy and space. As technology becomes stronger, they become more delicate and tiny.

This is the most perfect form of life, living in this vast world.

Only civilized war heroes and strong men have tall and strong bodies the size of ants for the convenience of fighting.

Even individual existences, even the mountain giant, the patron saint of the elves, are fully ten centimeters in size.

"After the battle, the gods in the trees all grew old and came down to the ground to live out their last lives."

"Remember the Adlan who once studied gluttony and gave him a lost paradise? He became a mortal and specialized in gourmet food. Now he has opened a round table restaurant with a steady stream of customers. He is immersed in the smiles of the guests every day. He feels that he spent the first half of his life Wrong direction."

"Karlson is your proud deputy. He is still an old-fashioned guy who can't stop. He teaches at the Elf Academy and is the chief mage. He has a stern personality. The children below secretly call him the old monster."

"Basel has recently been picking up the lust research on the Seven Deadly Sins. He is very curious about the most mysterious power among the Seven Deadly Sins. He even turned himself into a male and turned all kinds of beasts, elves, and humans he encountered into females. , went to breed everywhere and bring happiness, but Bolis saw him committing crimes everywhere. Before I gave him a trial, I had already beaten him up, took him with me to become a peaceful businessman, and established a chamber of commerce. .”

He leaned against the stone and said with a low smile:

"That guy Barlow went to the human city and opened his own blacksmith shop to make weapons for the human warriors coming and going."

"And Shiropite still had differences in casting ideas with Barlow. They were making spell-casting scepters among the elves for the elves. When these two old men met, they started to quarrel with each other, competed with weapons, and never tired of it."

"Punon became the owner of a manor. He was kind-hearted and raised his children every day. However, he was attacked and killed by some rioting humans. But before he died, he left a suicide note, don't avenge him. Maybe in his eyes, It is also a very interesting thing to leave this world like this, and we respect his choice."

"This world has finally changed."

"Gradually, it will become what you expected during your lifetime. It will be just, enlightened, lawful, and prosperous. Mortals will be ambitious, paving the way for the gods."

In this land called the Elf World, Minis brought many stories about the gods in front of the tombstones. Some of the anonymous rumors spread in major cities gradually became folklore about demigods.

He talked one by one, recounting the deeds of more than six thousand gods one by one, and finally talked about his own situation.

"As for me, I have only been in the trees recently, occasionally monitoring their deteriorating old age, but I have never seen those former gods in person."

"Because we no longer exist in the same world."

"Other than exposing their identity and interfering with their lives, what purpose did I have in the past?"

"They are very happy now."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a loneliness lingering deep in his body, like the deep sea drowning him.

The surroundings were quiet, and Mills couldn't help but think of the past.

At that time, there were very few people in this world, and the tribes on the ground were still very barren.

The young wise men stood in the trees, often happily looking at the earth from the trees, bustling together, studying the creation of the tribes on the earth, and talking to each other about their dreams and ambitions.

They once made an agreement pointing outside the crystal wall together, saying that they would go together and go on a fantasy journey outside of chaos.

But before he knew it, he was left alone overlooking the elven world.

“They really bring prosperity to the whole land.”

Minis was silent for a moment and suddenly stood up.

He looked at the sky, and vaguely recalled in his mind the catastrophic era when wars were raging and the world was destroyed one after another. The tribesmen roared at the sky amidst the overwhelming floods and purple clouds.

Nowadays, life is getting better and better.

He suddenly smiled, and after expelling all his depression and melancholy, he suddenly felt unprecedentedly relaxed and shook his body.

The vicissitudes of life and loneliness in his eyes disappeared.

The young man suddenly laughed.

"I have said everything that needs to be said. The past is over. A new future is waiting for me. I have no time to hesitate."

"This is the stage you have personally built for me, and it will be me who will usher in the next era."

His consciousness suddenly left a mark on this cemetery.

He left an empty tomb for himself - the Tomb of Minnis, and hesitated for a moment before writing a few lines of epitaph for himself:

"Whoever will eventually step into the sky must first gain momentum and sleep in the muddy water."

"Whoever ignites the sacred fire will eventually build it into a torch for the ages."

"My time has come. Some mediocrity has to accumulate before it will bloom."

Before Minnis left, he took a deep look at the cemetery and the tombstone he had built in advance.

He suddenly had a feeling.

He will be the last glorious afterglow of the Atabians, and this is his final destination.

When they enter this cemetery, the creation era of their creation gods will forever be a thing of the past.

The Atabians will eventually become a distant wave in history.