Chapter 203 The Historian

Without locking the position, without checking in advance, when he was ready, Ryan took a casual step and left everything to the unknown.

So when he walked out of the spirit world and came to the land where humans live, there was a door in front of him.

This seems to be the interior of a human building. This copper door divides it into two parts, inside and outside. It can be seen that there should be guards here, but now there is no one.

"History? Because everything here originated from me, so I came here?"

Although it was done casually, there is no real randomness in the mythological world. Being able to come here means that this place has some weak connection with Ryan.

After looking around, he stretched out his hand to push open the door. This door, which weighs several tons and requires several people to work together to open, opened with a sound, revealing the steps behind it.

It seems that this is still a very high building, which is not common among humans today.

Walking in, under the light of the lights on both sides of the steps, Ryan walked towards the top floor of the building.

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"Crack--"

"Click--"

The friction sound of bronze knives and stones rang out between the viaducts, and an old man with wrinkled face continued his work.

He was already very old. As one of the oldest people born among the first batch of humans created by Prometheus, his life span was approaching the end.

Looking at the furnishings of the floor here, there should have been many people here in the past, responsible for taking care of and preserving these things, and he was the manager. But now, he is the only one left here.

However, sitting on the chair, the old man seemed to be unaware of the changes, just quietly carving the things in his hands.

In his palm, the smooth stone slab gradually had more patterns and words. If you look closely, those patterns formed a tall pillar of fire.

A man with a blurred face was tied to the pillar of fire, and the people around him were watching. In mid-air, a goddess holding a scale in her left hand and a long sword in her right hand watched all this.

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".Tap——"

"Tap tap——"

Outside, footsteps gradually came, from far to near, but the old man did not react. On the table beside him, there were many sheepskin scrolls with tiny words recorded on them.

These were one of the most precious treasures of bronze humans, but now, they are just a pile of useless decorations.

"Tap——"

Finally, the footsteps stopped behind the old man. The shadow reflected on the table in front of him reminded the old man of the existence of the newcomer, but he did not react to the stranger who came unexpectedly.

"If there is anything, please wait for a while, ahem."

The old man said slowly without stopping his hands:

"Whether you allow me to record these things or not, please wait until I finish it, and then you can take it away as a small ornament. If my humble request can be met, I will thank you for your kindness to me at the end of my life."

The old man was about to die, and Ryan saw this, he was infected with the plague. According to the experience of the bronze humans at this time, he would definitely die, but even if there was no epidemic, he would not live long at his original age.

Just like an old saying deep in memory, people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death. This is the case with the old man now. If there were no more things he wanted to do, Ryan even felt that the other party would not care about his arrival.

However, looking at the stone carvings that were being completed, Ryan's heart moved slightly, and he asked with interest:

"You? Who do you think I am?"

Climbing hundreds of steps and walking to the top of this building, Ryan also understood what this place was for when he saw the scene in front of him.

Hundreds of wooden frames were placed in the spacious space, and various creations with written records were stored on them. This is where humans collect knowledge. They recorded the technology of humans from the last era passed down by the Creator in words, and then stored them here.

As for the old man in front of him, it seems that he is the one responsible for sorting them out.

"You should be God, just like those young people said before, God is coming to destroy mankind. They also want me to leave with them, but where can I go if I leave? I won't live long anyway, so I just stay here."

"If the bronze humans can continue, they will come back one day and maybe see something I left behind. If the bronze humans are going to be extinct, then it doesn't matter where I stay."

After the painting part was completed, the old man began to carve words on the stone slab. Looking at this scene, Ryan felt a little familiar.

"Young man? Although the bronze humans were indeed created at different ages, you actually existed for about the same time. It's just that some people were middle-aged when they were born, and some were children."

Walking to the side of the old man, Ryan looked at the stone slab.

"The length of life is not the standard for measuring young and old, your strange prince. Mentality, knowledge, and views on the world are the reasons why I say they are young."

Coughing twice, the old man seemed to be very interested in being able to talk to God in the last stage of his life. He seemed to be very interested in talking.

"You are right."

Nodding, Ryan felt that what the old man said made sense. Just like him, although he has lived for tens of thousands of years, no matter how you look at it, he is younger than the old man in front of him.

Because of his mentality, he still has a desire to explore everything, has his own goals and desires, and will do something on a whim. These things can determine whether one is young or not more than the length of time he exists.

"Wait a minute, you wrote it wrong."

Lian felt that what the old man said made sense, so he pointed out a mistake to him.

"Wrote it wrong?"

The right hand stopped, and the old man followed suit:

"Then I don't know where the problem is?"

"It's not that the goddess of law approved Mephisto's words and then promoted him to a holy spirit. God's punishment on people did not start from then on. When Prometheus created man, the destruction of mankind was doomed."

The old man's stone slab seemed to link the collapse of the Temple of Law, Mephisto's ascension to heaven, and all the subsequent events together. But Ryan knew that the connection between these things was not that strong.

"The bronze humans are doomed to be destroyed. This is the will of the Olympian gods."

"Why?"

"Because it was the foresight who created humans," Ryan replied with a smile, "not the God King."

The tall building filled with parchment scrolls and stone carvings fell silent for a while. The old man was silent for a moment. He had actually thought about what Ryan said. The previous oracle was like this.

The Olympian gods seemed to deliberately let humans think that the disaster they suffered was related to the two gods who created them. Perhaps those young people could not see it, but he could read the hidden meaning behind it.

However, the traces of the two gods in humans were too heavy. Even in the face of the oracle, people subconsciously blamed Pandora, who did not know what role she played. This seemed to be a respect for the creator, but it became their way to death.

"It seems that the bronze humans really have no chance to continue. Only new humans will not have innate respect for the two gods who created humans."

Sighing, the old man looked at the half-finished stone slab and pushed it aside.

He wanted to leave something for future generations, even if the future generations were humans of the next era. He hoped that just as the bronze humans learned the skills of the gold humans, future generations could also get something from the bronze humans' legacy, but if these were wrong, then there was no need for him to record them.

"In that case, you are not a god of Olympus."

Finally raising his head, the old man looked to his side.

His long black hair fell on his shoulders, and he wore a verdant and gorgeous ring on his finger. The dark golden lines embroidered on the black robe seemed not to be constant, but constantly changing and jumping.

This god looked young, but the old man knew that the age of a god could not be judged by his appearance.

"I wonder what you want to tell me today."

The voice was calm. Although the old man felt a little regretful, he was not discouraged, nor did he humble himself.

As a god, he talked to him on an equal footing, so there must be something he needed to do. In this case, he had nothing to be inferior to.

As a person who records this knowledge, he has read the words of the person who was burned by fire, which were relayed by others. He agrees with some of them, and thinks that some of them are wrong, but there is one point that the old man thinks is very reasonable.

If there is nothing to ask for, then both parties are equal in spirit. God can threaten the living with death, but cannot threaten a dying person.

"Order? That's not the case."

Shaking his head, Ryan asked in the old man's somewhat surprised eyes:

"Speaking of which, I don't know your name yet."

"My name is Huma."

"It is said that in the golden age, the person responsible for recording history was called Hewa, so I gave myself a similar name. It is rumored that in that era, he did the same thing, recording the past of gods and people on stone slabs. Unfortunately, I have no chance to see it."

The old man looked a little regretful.

"Hewa. I remember him."

Lian remembered this name with a look of understanding.

"Among the golden humans, he is also an exceptionally good one, perhaps because he stayed with their king for a long time. He could have been an immortal hero, but later he gave up on his own initiative and asked to be reincarnated to become a new life."

"Reincarnation?"

I was not surprised that the god in front of me had seen the historian, after all, it was rumored that the golden humans had a close relationship with the gods. In comparison, the old man cared more about this special thing.

"Well, the souls of the world return to the spiritual world, and it is reincarnation that determines their identities in the next life."

"Although he is responsible for recording history, he prefers to explore the unknown. I agreed to his request and gave him an extra reward as a reward for his diligent work in the star space for thousands of years. I blurred his perception of time and let him stay next to the well of reincarnation for the time being. When the next human era comes, he will start a new life as a human."

"So you saw our birth and destruction a long time ago?"

Not knowing that the birth of reincarnation was actually very short, Hu Ma thought that the other party had foreseen the arrival of the next human era long before the birth of bronze humans.

With a self-deprecating smile, the old man suddenly asked:

"Excuse me, Your Highness, if fate is really unchangeable, is it the same for God?"

"It was like this in the past, and the gods were like puppets of the world itself; it is different now, but there are still some things that cannot be changed."

Lian smiled. Chaos' fate was increasingly impacted. Even his understanding of later myths might not be taken seriously.

For example, Athena and Vulcan have not yet come to this world.

"Let's stop talking. I promised Prometheus to come here on the day when mankind was destroyed, so I came. Meeting you was just a coincidence."

"Let's do this," Ryan said happily: "Follow me while I'm still in the world. You can tell me about your past, your cognition, and the gods in your eyes. In return, I promise to give you a new life and keep you safe from this disaster."

"Will mankind continue?" the old man asked.

"Probably not."

He shook his head slightly. Although Ryan promised to let some people survive the disaster, that was all.

Even if everyone survived, without women, they would not be able to continue civilization, and Ryan didn't think he would meet many mortals worth saving.

"Then there's no need. I don't need a new life."

The old man stood up and picked up a stone carving from the side with difficulty.

"If you allow me, let me record everything that happened today as a bronze human historian."

"I will record your deeds on the stone slab, just like the tiles in the ancient golden human era. This is a gift to you, and I hope it can represent the bronze human beings and last forever with you."

"Hmm?"

Slightly startled, Ryan looked at this ordinary old man for the first time after listening to the old man's request.

In his eyes, Ryan did not see any fear of death.

"If this is what you want, then I allow it."

"But you don't have to give it to me, just leave it to humans themselves."

The torrent of the times rolled forward, perhaps those brilliant souls were more than just heroic epics.

Whether in his previous life or this life, Ryan has never been a person who would risk his life for some "ideals", but he has always respected the decisions of these idealists.

So he glanced around, and his eyes finally passed through the wall and saw the entire Aurora City.

The city has become chaotic and people are venting their fears, with only a few exceptions. For example, the tall and majestic temple and the charred figure kneeling on the ground.

"The temple of the God King, where your former high priest kneels?"

"Yes, that is the sanctuary of the God King."

"It used to belong to humans, but now, God has shown miracles there-"

The old man seemed to understand something, but he was about to die, and humans were about to perish. Now, the only thing he wanted to do was to leave as many traces of him and the Bronze Age as possible for future generations.

And Ryan's answer did not disappoint him.

"Then put it there, in front of the great temple where the bronze humans worship the God King, and place the last poem of this era."

"Everything started with Prometheus and was born out of deception, so the end of this era should be buried with them."

With a smile on his face, Ryan said slowly:

"Let your record accompany that ugly soul."

"Noble and mean complement each other."