Chapter 1540: Origin, Historian
This is a short and unclear sentence.
But there is a very strange message in it.
“He is not the enemy.”
What does this mean?
Just when Mei Raiden was trying to hear something again...
"Our protagonist has finally arrived here."
Her hands were grabbed by Alicia.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Alicia's delicate and beautiful face came closer to him.
"It's not a good habit to lose focus in front of a beautiful girl."
With a playful wink, they interlocked their fingers and stood facing each other.
The smile in the girl's eyes and her star-like pupils brought her (Him) back to her senses from that feeling.
Yes, she stopped Mei Raiden from doing that.
"follow me."
Just like a fish in the sea, she pulled up Raiden Mei and flew to the end of the sky.
"Now, let us welcome the real star of this ball, the beautiful lady."
"This is her home ground."
Just like Alicia once was.
When you want to explain, she will give you enough patience and tenderness.
But sometimes, she will push you to the final stage.
That's not coercion, it's more like...
A request you can't refuse.
She will watch you accomplish all of this and hereby give you Her true blessings.
"Are you ready, Mei?"
Her voice rose.
"coming soon."
"Of course, Alicia will be the witness of the end of this dance."
At the last moment before flying into the sky, Raiden Mei looked back, but only felt a pair of warm hands covering her cheeks. The girl as beautiful as a flower held her face and looked into their eyes.
"So, keep me in mind, okay?"
His palms slowly relaxed and the warmth on his face dissipated.
Mei Raiden's figure floated towards the starry night sky, while the girl, as far as she could see, sank into the sea at the exact opposite location.
"Aliceia has always been here, and will always be here..."
"They will all meet your expectations."
……
boom!
At one point, everything disappeared.
She wasn't even given time to reach out her hand.
Mei Raiden was like someone thrown out of the sea, splashing waves like stars into the sky, and she (Him) was stagnant under the vast starry sky.
Or at that time, in the girl's eyes, the stars in the sky gathered for this, and passed through the barrier of imaginary numbers to the beginning of it all.
The tree seemed to have life and stretched a branch towards her forehead.
boom!
With another sound, a huge white object that seemed to be able to cover the sky rose into the sky, drawing a semicircle from the plane of the sea, and overlapping with the figure of Raiden Mei.
People can become historians, but they do not have the ability to become gods.
The Herrscher has infinite possibilities, but has never had the qualifications.
What about the Ruler of Man?
The Lawgiver, who represents humanity, possesses the highest humanity, transcends the shackles of God, and brings forth the divinity that belongs to humanity.
From her to him, that is the miracle created by man.
The red lightning gradually turned white, and the wound on the abdomen healed little by little.
The double horns on the head slowly dissipated, and white armor covered the entire body.
In the scattered light, a silver ring of lightning bloomed behind Him.
The thunder ring burst into white thunder, forming a pair of white light wings that spread out.
A streak of purple streaked across the sky, like a meteor from the sky, but it came just for this purpose.
With his hands open, he stretched them toward the sky. The thunder turned into a disaster that soared into the sky, covering the sky with the girl as the center. However, as it gathered, he suddenly clenched his open palms.
The thunder dissipated and turned into falling stars.
And in the hand girl's retracted palm, she held the sword that matched it...
The key of God, the seven thunders that cleanse sins.
From man to God, from she to Him.
That was the result of three generations of historians.
It is also a complete divine stele cast jointly by three generations of historians.
On that sacred monument, there are not only footprints of God, but also the life they have been working towards.
Here...
We witness the birth of the origin.
Here...
We use this to witness the final stroke of the pen.
That is, the elevation of oneself.
……
“That’s why I came here.”
"I am not the creator of everything. I just picked up the fruit."
"Just like Otto back then."
The result of an event often requires the accumulation of countless people.
Sometimes we cannot see the vastness beneath the tip of the iceberg, but don't forget it.
The reason why you can stand on this plain is because of the countless wills buried in the dark that support you to where you are today.
This self-improvement is not simply the result of one person or one thing.
It started from that girl fifty thousand years ago, to the miracle of being human, and finally to myself who stepped over the steps they left behind and came here.
Starting from the very beginning, I drew this vast starry sky.
From the Ruler who exists for mankind to the divinity welcomed by humanity.
The historian never represents just one person.
Just like history is never written for any one person.
The historian represents that path.
The past that is seen and written by humans under the shackles of God.
The historian's sacred stele is a miracle, a miracle born out of people's concern.
"so……"
Looking at the knife in his hand, his eyes were particularly dim.
"What kind of result are we striving for along the way?"
Turning around, her figure slowly fell onto the lake.
In the quiet space, stars streak across the sky, and the reflection in the water reveals the indifference beneath the hair on the girl's forehead.
Take a step forward and leave ripples on the road along the way.
At the end of the road is the exit, which is also the historian’s end.
The historians finally had the right to record themselves.
Rather than...
Forced.
Or maybe it's some kind of required responsibility.
But in the end, he stopped just one step away.
The wings of light behind him flashed white, and the lightning rings rotated, reflecting the girl's eyes as she looked sideways.
All the historians' records are here.
Do not……
Maybe not.
They are historians, Mei, Alicia, and the people who lived under the blue sky of that era.
People should not linger here, even though there are traces of them here.
But those are the results that they, as historians, left for future generations.
Not Mei, or Alicia.
Nor can they represent them.
"A beautiful girl won't keep her true self locked up in one place."
He smiled. For some reason, under that serious and arrogant gaze, she actually said these words playfully.
"If it was Alicia, she would definitely say that."
Yes, the real them would not and should not be here.
Turning around, without any more thoughts in her mind, Raiden Mei took a step forward.
left here.
(The plots of these chapters were thought up within a few hours, because I forgot about Siwon...)
(It may be a bit hasty, because there is no foreshadowing of the plot of inheriting the origin, and it is integrated with the historian.)
(Hahaha… I think everyone… should be able to… understand… right…?)
(Hold your fists.)
(...)
