Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1981 5. Starting today 996

   Dream God's library, a very magical place.

  According to Lord Merlin who led the way, this place does not exist in a world in a conventional sense, or rather, it connects most of the worlds in the multiverse,

   It’s just that few people can find their way into here.

  Because the owner of this place is not a hospitable person, he has unique taste and only welcomes those guests who like to tell or listen to stories to stay in his library.

  Although the name is called the library, in front of Blake’s eyes, there are endless bookshelves of all kinds, and each bookshelf is full of books of all kinds.

  They are neatly organized, not only leaving space for people to walk among the bookshelves, but even a ladder for climbing beside the high raised bookshelves.

   Looking at the top of the head is a gentle light, not very bright or dazzling, it is the kind of light that is most friendly to the eyes when holding up a book and reading.

  If you feel too dark, there are magic candlesticks floating around waiting to be dispatched at any time. The candles in those candlesticks are like flying spirits, igniting flames on their heads, as if they will never burn out.

   "How many books are there?"

  Blake came to this place full of books and put down the pipe at the corner of his mouth intuitively. This was one of the few good habits he developed under the guidance of Dean Lanyue.

   In the face of his question, Your Excellency Raven shrugged, and while letting his peculiar robe that was divided into four sides be blown by the wind of wisdom in front of him, he answered casually:

"No one knows, and there is no way to count, because every new story in the multiverse is born, there will be an extra book here. Dream God is a writer and a recorder. He doesn't care whether those new stories will be Will be liked, he is just persistently recording every story that appears in front of him.

   He's pure, which also means he's not very easy to deal with.

   But I think you'll be friends with him. "

   "I also think I'm good at making friends, maybe that's one of my strong talents?"

  Black followed the raven through the dense bookshelves.

   He looked around, and occasionally he could see one or two shadowy figures walking around the bookshelves, and some were sitting on the ground holding a book and reading with relish.

   They are not the only two in this library, there are many visitors here, but unfortunately, their unique form of existence prevents Blake from seeing their faces and communicating with them.

He says:

   "Who are these guests?"

   "Observers."

  Merlin whispered:

   "The most peculiar beings in the multiverse, a group of living souls chasing stories, in a sense, it is they who support the continuous development and prosperity of the multiverse.

   Yugo's library is one of the few places in the multiverse where you can see the observer's projection, but I advise you not to try to talk to them, it will cause some very bad things. "

"for example?"

  Black asked eagerly:

   "What is the worst punishment?"

   "Punishment? No, there will be no punishment.

   Observers are actually happy and proud to be friends with characters from the multiverse, most of them are friendly and warm, and what really hurts is the special dimension they are in.

   It's like salamanders can't live in water, and water spirits will dissipate when they get close to the flames. "

  Raven explained:

"'Breaking the fourth wall' comes at a price, my dear Blake, the last guy who did this managed to turn his brain into a mush and become the guy we hate and avoid .

  So, for the sake of your mind, Lord Cthulhu, if there are people who care about you in the multiverse, please don't try recklessly.

   But you can interact with the observers in other ways, such as trying to make your future story more exciting, so that they will pay attention to you and support you.”

   Having said this, Merlin seemed to recall some past events. He pursed his lips and smiled, and said vaguely and mysteriously:

   "Believe me, that will do you a lot of good.

Well, Dream God's writing room is right in front, you can go by yourself, I won't accompany you, I'm still a little busy, the soul form conversion of the new batch of lost fellow villagers who were found in the void has not been completed. , but also to install 'gold fingers' for each of them, so that they can better start a new life.

   This is a delicate job, and I have to finish it before you go. "

   "Wait, Goldfinger?"

  Black blinked to the raven and said:

   "So, I have it too?"

   "Well, the one on you is the 'experience version'. Based on the feedback from your fellow users, I decided to upgrade it."

  The raven reached out and held something on Black's shoulder and lifted it lightly.

  The pirate immediately felt that something had left his body, and the translucent character card that always existed in front of his eyes turned into quicksand and disappeared like the page collapsed.

   In Merlin's hands, there was already a condensate composed of irregular beams.

   This is the truth of "Goldfinger".

   "Uh, except that this thing is a bit rotten and useless, it's actually quite useful."

  The evil god-sama said in a very vicious evaluation:

   "You know, before I got to the legend, this thing was useless, I just used it as an authenticator, and it really worked well in that regard."

   "Cool, that's what I designed them for."

  Raven was not angry, but nodded enthusiastically and said:

   "I have discussed this topic with Cyber, and he and I have always thought that things like 'Goldfinger' should not be too powerful, so as not to affect the theme of the stories of fellow villagers.

   That would create an illusion of dominance.

   It seems that anyone who gets that exaggerated thing can kill the Quartet, that is not the life we ​​want our fellow villagers to achieve, it is boring to always play the simple mode.

  This thing is the starting point to help you get through the most difficult times and let you better shape your life story for yourself in the new world. There is a saying that if you need to rely on the golden finger to become the protagonist, then maybe you should not have it in the first place. "

   "Hey, I've heard this sentence before! They're talking about superheroes and suits."

  Blake spit out:

   "Have you paid the copyright fee?"

   "I don't know either, so keep a low profile."

  The raven grinned and threw the flowing light into the pirate's body again. Before leaving, he warned again:

"The target of the next group of lost fellow villagers to be transported by you The new world should be a new world woven from the region where I and Cyber ​​are located. Our boss has a good personal friendship with some of the gamblers in the multiverse, and I I heard that they are holding some hot and bad events over there recently.

   Therefore, our fellow villagers are expected to face quite an exciting situation after entering.

   In fact, this is fine. Only fire can make real gold.

  Not everyone is suitable to be a hero and warrior. For those fellow villagers who just want to live an ordinary life, perhaps quitting is also a kind of wisdom in life.

   In fact, it is the wish of many people to live a comfortable life in another world, and to ask a few elf wives to live a life without shame.

   The pressure of saving the world or destroying the world is too great, and those souls who are destined to become heroes are not determined to embark on this road from the beginning, their own destiny is behind it.

   If you can lie flat, what normal person is willing to work hard?

   Laziness is human nature. "

   "I feel that you have something in your words, but it doesn't seem to be a problem when you think about it carefully. Speaking of which, how are you going to modify the golden finger?"

  Black asked curiously:

   "If you don't go against your original intention and don't plan to put a white-bearded old man in this thing, how can you strengthen the "initial skills" of the fellow villagers without affecting their lives?"

   "It's very simple, just make it a tool."

  Raven snapped his fingers and said:

   "For example, some people can kill a Cthulhu with a crowbar, but some people can't even remove the tires with a crowbar. This is not a problem with the crowbar.

  I only give tools to fellow villagers. Whether they can use them well is up to them. As for whether the tools will control emmmmm in turn, I don’t think such a funny thing will happen in terms of the average IQ of fellow villagers, right?

   Oh, by the way, I just took some 'samples' from your body for the second-generation golden finger test, so it is normal if you feel sore back and legs recently.

  No need to worry at all. "

After    finished speaking, the figure of the raven disappeared in front of Blake with a whistle, and the angry pirate-sama jumped in place. What the **** did you take out of me, you bastard?

  Why do you still have sore back and legs?

   "No noise in the library!"

   A scolding sounded from behind, causing Black to stand upright in an instant.

   He felt a repressed and dangerous force floating, so when he turned around, his handsome face was full of sincere apology.

   But when he turned around, the pirate was stunned to find that there was a blind man standing behind him.

   It was a guy in a bizarre costume that resembled a combination of a Greek robe and an ancient scribe's robe, and his hair was loose but not messy.

   The face is a little old when you say it's young, but it's not particularly old when you say it, in short, it gives people a feeling of vicissitudes.

  The most peculiar thing is that this guy's eyes are covered with a layer of white gauze.

   Well, he is blind.

  My own apology is actually made to a blind man

   "Are you the Dream God?"

   Black raised his eyebrows and asked, the latter nodded and said:

   "I know you, Blake Shaw, evil pirate of Azeroth, I just finished transcribing your story, including our meeting, which will be added as an afterword to your story.

  I have to say that, despite its flaws, your story is one of my most recent collections and I'm willing to forgive your rudeness for yelling in my library.

   After all, I can't ask too much of a pirate's moral standards. "

   "Uh, your words are really poisonous."

   Black pouted and said:

   "Sure enough, handsome guys can do whatever they want."

   "Are you flattering me?"

   Mengshen opened a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. He made a gesture of "please" and invited Lord Heretic God to follow him into his writing room, which was actually no different from the outside.

   Books are everywhere.

The books piled up on both sides of the sofa in the corner are so stacked that they almost touch the ceiling like the reflection of the starry sky. I really worry that if these piled books fall down, they will smash the weak blind man Mengshen on the spot. Die, or suffocate in a pile of books.

  Well, but for someone who really loves books, maybe this is a happy death?

   "I have a friend."

Blake looked at Dream God's office, which was full of books, and there was an unfinished book on the only clean table. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Dream God turn his head, A strange expression appeared on his face, which was covered with gauze.

The   crumb pirate immediately waved his hands and explained:

   "I really have a friend. I'm not talking about me. She also likes to write stories, listen to stories, and collect stories. I think she and you must have a common language."

   "Oh, Stellagosa?"

   Dream God said mildly:

   "That little blue dragon who has been waiting for you to pick her up in the flow of time? Well, that's a good seedling, and I really need an assistant in my library to help with the increasingly complex collection.

  You can ask her for me.

  If she wants, I can give her a job so she can run around the multiverse collecting those funny little stories to write her own autobiography.

   You know, I have every one of her autobiographies in my collection. "

   As he spoke, Mengshen waved his long sleeves like a cloud gauze, and in the light of the streamer, Little Star's full hardcover autobiography appeared in front of Blake's eyes like a blossom.

  Each book is signed by Little Star.

   If that stupid blue dragon knew that there was a reader beyond the gods in the multiverse beyond the end of the world, she would be very proud, right?

   Thinking of this, Blake suddenly showed a satisfied aunt smile, but the next moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across Blake's mind, he felt that he had caught a blind spot, and frowned and asked:

   "What did you mean when you just said she was waiting in the flow of time? I've only been here for less than a day."

   "Uh, don't you know?"

   Dream God said in a strange tone:

  "Merlin's mysterious house has an exaggerated ratio of time flow to the outside world. You spent a few hours there, and it may have been years in your original world.

   Of course, this probably wasn't a bad joke they made on purpose.

   They are a group of cosmic shapers. They observe the world from a different angle than all living beings. They need to maintain this exaggerated time scale to ensure that they can see everything they want to see.

  You and Little Xingxing agreed on a hundred years, right?

   Well, I suggest you hurry up and finish the next thing, don't forget, there is a wife waiting for you in your hometown, and ten minutes ago, your second daughter was just born. "

   "Damn!"

  Blake scolded, hurriedly thanked the Dream God, grabbed the book with his handsome photo on the cover, turned around and rushed out of the library.

   He didn't know if this was a bad joke made by the villagers to the newcomers, but Lord Heretic God was always willing to use the most vicious thoughts to think about all the guys he met.

   So he thought these guys must be doing it on purpose.

  The Evil God returned the same way and rushed into the strange castle that was empty. He hurriedly walked to the door of the room, grabbed the quaint golden lock and twisted it hard, and pushed the door open.

   In the next instant, Blake's eyes were full of stars.

Strange-colored light beams staggered back and forth in the dark nebula, and the starry sky that could not be seen stretched continuously in his eyes, and the eggshell-shaped cosmic boundary visible to the naked eye was constantly squeezing to form a creepy dimensional crack, black. The space-time storm swept across the surroundings, annihilating everything.

   This is where the Mystery House is located.

   Above the multiverse dimension of the world, my group of demented fellow villagers look down on all beings from this perspective every day, while their own.

  I am now one of these immortals.

At this moment, Blake, who was standing at the door, had a faint excitement and pride, but before he could savor this unique feeling, he saw his poor Nagfar at a glance at the boundary between the two universes. It is difficult to move forward in the cracks formed by the pressure, like a small sampan undulating in the tide, and it will be hit by a big wave at any time and the ship will be destroyed.

   "Damn it! This must have been arranged by them. It's all a bunch of old silver coins."

Blake yelled at the open door and shouted the name of the raven loudly, as if activating a certain effect of this mysterious house, the starry sky in front of him was suddenly stretched to an enlarged perspective, like It is a tank of water in front of him, and the Nagfar is the model of the ship floating in the pool.

The evil **** laughed and stretched out his hand, carefully holding his ship in the palm of his hand, took it out of the dangerous cosmic storm, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at the screaming idiots on the deck with big eyes them.

   He stretched out his fingers like a giant and flicked the forehead of the embarrassed trio of warlocks.

   In the next moment, like an unfathomable star god, he took a deep breath and blew at the "boat" in his palm. The familiar black giant ship soon appeared in the starry sky outside the mysterious house.

   The temporary guest captain and first mate, Maiev and Xalatas raised their heads and saw Blake, who was standing in front of the black castle with a background of stars, with open arms, welcoming them to the strange new world like a master.

   And the one who moved faster than the two ladies was Miss Fenner.

  The idiot warrior cheered and turned into a blue lightning bolt and rushed into his brother's arms, while Blake blinked at Fenna's already bulging belly.

   He shrugged and stroked the place where new life was being conceived.

   He let out a long sigh of relief, nibbled on the proud, smug and arrogant Fina's face, and said to his wives and good daughters who were pounced on him:

   "Everyone, this is our new home port, we have a lot to do next, but welcome home."

   (end of this chapter)