The sun is high

"This includes my mentor, me as her shadow, and you, who was chosen by me."

The words spoken by Theseus seemed to contain immeasurable terrifying magic power. While these rather convoluted words penetrated into Shuge's ears, the evil that enveloped the entire dream sanctuary Darkness also surged violently.

Those dark purple light spots that were like pupils, seeming to peer into the situation in the shelter, quickly approached towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. At the end of the dilapidated and empty corridor, there was also a faint and disturbing sound of commotion.

Xiuge only felt that his back was numb, and his throat seemed to be strangled hard. He stared at Theseus and asked with some difficulty: "What does this mean? Be clear."

Facing the anxiety and panic shown by Xiuge, Theseus did not show any joy this time. He still maintained his previous posture, and his chaotic face did not show any of his usual symbols, dark shadows. Circulating at a slow speed, like a weird miniature vortex, those thin lines twisting at a specific frequency seem to have become chains that pull thoughts and emotions, pulling Xiuge closer to the weird and terrifying thing. The truth about people.

"It means that the rich and messy messages sent through the continuation beacon did not dissipate aimlessly in the universe. They successfully found their target and hit a person who was later named 'Van'. world."

"Although a considerable part of the messages and fragments completely disintegrated and disappeared during the long journey, there were other parts that were deeply and closely integrated with the magic as a carrier. Although these invisible powers are not special, It’s powerful, but it’s enough to cause a storm in that desolate world that has just given birth to scattered traces of life.”

"..."

Shuge squeezed the cup in his hand. He stared at Theseus and said: "But this is unreasonable, this is unreasonable! This is different from the world I know... No matter how much the messages are mixed and reorganized, it is impossible. …”

Shuge couldn't finish his words.

Because he suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a very basic mistake.

Xiuge realized that his knowledge of his hometown was also limited. All his memories of that world were stuck in that relatively simple and peaceful era...

It is obviously incorrect to use all of this as the basis of one's own cognition, and the judgments organized and built on its basis are bound to have deviations and fallacies.

Theseus nodded slightly: "You realize it? Very good, at least I don't need to waste time on this aspect."

"So what you're saying is that the tribes, races and even the various gods that appeared in Van En's 'Lost Age' are actually the embodiment of messages from another distant civilization reorganized based on the carrier of magic?"

"Although it is not 100% accurate, there is no problem in understanding it this way."

Theseus "stared" at Xiuge and said: "On a relatively conventional time scale, the world you are familiar with is actually still in its infancy... But it is undeniable that their development speed and accumulation efficiency are indeed astonishing. Miracles, coupled with a powerful enough carrier that is chaotic and unstable enough, the final results will become more diverse."

"Can I think that these human groups that now occupy Van En's dominant position are actually... a continuation?"

"sure."

At this time, Xiuge was mentally prepared enough, so he was not surprised or shocked by Theseus' accurate response. He then asked: "Then, according to what you said before, Your mentor is naturally an important embodiment of this continuation process, and as her 'shadow', you naturally inherit her characteristics... And this is why you have the origin of the Dark Abyss, but you can still enter the continuation base? "

"correct answer."

"But there's still something I don't understand."

Xiuge pursed his lips: "Why do you say that I am also included in it?"

The slowly twisting "whirlpool" on Theseus's face stagnated slightly. Then, his body leaned forward slightly, and the fingers of his hands were crossed in front of him. In the increasingly depressing atmosphere, a cold and weird voice came from the god. came from the depths of that chaotic face.

"Do you really need the answer to this question? I can answer you, but before that, you'd better make sure... are you determined enough?"

Xiuge only felt that his hands and feet were a little cold. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Firm? What do you mean?"

"Everything, tangible and intangible, such as your goals, persistence, beliefs, and the bottom lines and principles you have set for yourself."

Theseus's words sounded extremely serious and earnest: "I, and Van En, actually need you very much now, so I don't want this question and the answer I gave to make you feel shaken, mentally and belief-wise. The loopholes will make you extremely vulnerable in the dark abyss, and even this shelter cannot completely cover the loopholes derived from it."

He paused for two seconds, then with a flick of his hand, he took out a mirror out of thin air and placed it in front of Xiuge.

Xiuge instinctively looked towards the mirror, only to find that what was reflected in the mirror was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

A face that he had almost forgotten.

And above this face, there is a countdown floating faintly, no more, no less, exactly ten minutes.

"Look at it and think carefully about the question I just said... give me the answer in ten minutes. Of course, I will also make my own judgment. If the conditions do not allow it, then the conversation we just had will be treated as if it never happened. .”

After speaking, Theseus patted the mirror lightly: "The countdown begins."

Xiuge originally wanted to ask something more. However, following Theseus's extremely simple action, the mirror made of black mist burst out with a strange attraction. Xiuge only felt that his spirit and In an instant, his vision was severely blocked by a hand, and then his perception was completely "dragged" into the world in the mirror.

Seeing that Xiuge had entered a trance, Theseus slowly stood up from his seat. He waved his hand casually, and the empty water glass in his hand dissipated into a thin ball of water. Out of the mist, he turned around and looked at the purple light groups that were already close to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Facing the terrifying malice that was constantly shaking outside the transparent barrier, Theseus laughed contemptuously: "A dog's nose is always so sharp."

As he spoke, he took two steps toward the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his fingers and tapped the glass window twice.

"Hey, hey, you stupid dog, are you looking for food?"

However, these seemingly simple two sentences triggered an astonishing change in an instant. The dark shadows lingering outside the shelter were violently disturbed at this moment, and a large number of dark purple light spots moved at extremely fast speeds. The speed gathered at the location of Theseus. If Xiuge had not been attracted by the "mirror" at this time, he would have discovered that these dark purple lights were simply the "eyes" embedded in the hound master!

A dull roar came from outside the shelter. Under the influence of Theseus's power, the hound master still could not accurately locate his target. However, its roar was so amazing, and the power contained in it was actually It caused violent vibrations inside the shelter.

The faceless god looked towards the end of the long corridor in the distance, where some disturbing and obscure shadows were slowly emerging from the gaps in the wall, and combined at extremely fast speeds to form the Dark Abyss Hound. Their twisted figures.

Although he has no way to set foot in this territory belonging to Theseus, as the most loyal and powerful minion of the Dark Abyss Palace, the terrifying giant hound can still penetrate his shadow through these gaps.

"..."

As if he noticed something, a figure shrouded in hazy light and shadow suddenly appeared next to Theseus.

In this drowsy shelter, the afterimage left by Mel looked extremely bright and pure. She glanced in the direction of the corridor, then raised her hand and touched Theseus's hand carefully. arm and looked at him confused.

"Don't be nervous."

A gentle voice that was different from the norm floated out from Theseus's face, and the shadows on his face twisted quickly, forming a happy smile: "Don't worry, I can handle it, you can just go and play... … Things will be back to normal here soon.”

After that, he glanced at the mirror erected in front of Xiuge, and then his figure flickered slightly, and he had already passed the tables and chairs and walked towards the empty and gloomy corridor. Behind Theseus, there were countless plant roots. A shadow like a snake snaked out, but in the blink of an eye, a dense forest of black guns formed around him.

"It's time for cleaning."

Before he finished speaking, the dense and sharp forest of spears had already gathered into a deep torrent of shadows, surging forward along this corridor.

…

Xiuge naturally had no way of knowing what happened in the shelter.

He hadn't even been able to fully comprehend the shocking news Theseus had said, and his spirit had been dragged into this independent space.

This process was quite similar to when he "dreamed" in the past, but this time, Xiuge always remained awake, so he knew that the "falling" process was definitely more intense than usual, and of course, more intense. short.

After the "fall" was over, Xiuge raised his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was "floating" in a familiar scene.

Desks, computers, corresponding cabinets and computer chairs...

Different from the shelter, this place looks brighter. Although the various objects on the desks are placed in different states due to the habits of their respective owners, they also present a kind of Internet company fishing employees. Their inherent laziness.

"This is not a shelter, this is..."

Xiuge realized his current situation almost immediately. He moved his body and wanted to stand up and walk elsewhere, but then he discovered that he had no entity here at all. He seemed to be floating away. Like a ghost in the air, it can fly and flutter as it pleases, but it cannot touch anything.

At this time, panicked shouts came from the other side of the office. Xiuge's heart moved and he immediately drifted towards the direction of the shouts. Within a few seconds, he came to the place where the chaos occurred.

Just as he had predicted, here he saw a familiar body lying on the ground. Next to him, several other employees who had also worked overtime all night were frantically checking the condition of their colleagues.

On the wall nearby, there is a poster announcing the launch time of "The Age of Black Sun". But the strange thing is that Xiuge can only see a huge black sun in the poster, and all other patterns and words have disappeared. Gone.

It's like being swallowed up by this black sun.

Obviously, through the mirror taken out by Theseus, Xiuge once again returned to the moment of his "sudden death". Everything around him was so familiar...

However, Xiuge kept staring at the "Dark Sun Era" poster on the wall, unable to move his eyes away at all.

"So, that's not what you call inspiration at all, is it?"

A voice came from the side, and Xiuge turned his head, only to see another "soul" floating miserably beside him. The two sides looked at each other, as if they were looking in a mirror.

The soul continued: "It's not imagination or creativity, but the real future that is poured into the brain... What is this, a prophecy?"

At this point, Soul shook his head again: "No, this is not a prophecy, because I can't even be sure whether I really exist. After all, my memory can be tampered with at will, or even fabricated out of thin air... "

Shuge looked at his other self and sighed heavily, then nodded and responded: "Yes, maybe I was deceived from the beginning... I have always been Shuge Ernst. , I have no other identity, and I have never had another life or name. Maybe they are just signals and hints from a distant world in the universe, or maybe these things in my head are just fabricated by powerful forces. Layers of illusion.”

"It's sad, isn't it? We are like puppets and tools that can be created at will. Naturally, we can also be discarded and discarded at will. Just like the scrap manuscripts we throw into the wastebasket, they are worthless."

The lonely soul slowly floated to the poster of "The Age of Dark Sun". He stared blankly at the realistic black sun and murmured to himself: "So, do I really exist? My hometown, in the end, where is it?"