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Chapter 1406 Chapter 58 "I only ask you to write a peace and prosperity for the country."

Chapter 1406 Chapter : "I only ask you to write a story of peace and prosperity for the country and the people." (Thanks to "The Undead Who Praises the Sun Knight" Silver Alliance
Olivers.

Su Mingan's pupils narrowed instantly, and some intense emotions were surging in his heart. He couldn't express it accurately, but he felt a faint sadness enveloping him.

...I see. So that's how it is.

So this is how "Olivis" came about.

It is not the name of a certain family, nor the honorific name of a certain nobleman.

It is a representation, a proof, and a responsibility.

Xiaobai is "Olives", Ijurel is "Olives", Si Que is also "Olives". I'm afraid there are many more "Olives" who he doesn't know and have passed away.

Now, he has also become "Oliviers".

——So, at the beginning of the copy, when Dragon Emperor and others were yelling "Olivers", was he actually calling Si Que or Su Ming'an?

Xiaobai patted his cheek gently, making his empty and vast eyes gradually clear.

Those elegant eyes like lotus reflected his stunned expression.

The clouds are misty and the lotus fragrance is lingering.

The sun rises and the sky is filled with red clouds.

……

"Su Mingan Olivers."

"Now, I grant you the pen of my destiny, and command you to be the creator of the world."

"Remember."

"I don't ask you to write a brilliant epic."

"I only ask you to write a story of peace and prosperity for the country and the people."

……

Before fate leads to the inevitable death.

——Hope and attachment come to him one step ahead.

……

[“Waha… Master is old and weak, and it is difficult for him to leave the sacred mountain. Are you willing to take over Master’s feather pen, collect the memory lenses for Master, and write about Cangshan and Erhai? Write about the vast mountains and rivers?”]

[On the sacred mountain, the clouds are hazy, and a white-haired old man strokes his beard and smiles. ]

[In front of the old man is a pink-haired girl about seven or eight years old.]

[The pink-haired girl laughed: "Master is finally willing to hand over the brush to your disciple? Your disciple is willing!"]

[“Haha… you agreed so quickly. But do you know what picking up the feather pen means?” The old man laughed.]

[“I don’t know! I only know that I like to write stories!” The pink-haired girl put down the bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth, and spoke eloquently at such a young age: “If writing stories can save the world from danger, stop the killing, turn the evil deeds into fire, and bring peace to the world, all I have to pay is a piece of paper, a brush, and ink, I am willing!”]

[“Okay! Okay! Cough, cough, cough…” The old man smiled, and suddenly he started coughing violently, his cough was heart-wrenching.]

[“Master, hasn’t your body always been healthy? Why is it…” The pink-haired girl showed a worried look. ]

【“Egyptian.” The old man suddenly became serious. 】

【“Disciple is here!” The pink-haired girl stood up immediately. 】

[“You have to remember one thing… ‘Creation’ is a gift from the world to us to realize all our crazy ideals and absurd fantasies, but it is also the source of the devil that plunges us into madness and chaos.” said the old man.]

[The pink-haired girl looked confused.]

[“This world is fair. When humans recklessly use fantasy to rewrite the true face of this world, to fight against the evil dragons, demons, and undead spirits that have existed since ancient times... who knows what price we will pay?” The old man smiled and shook his head:]

[“Ijulaire, since humans moved to this world in the First Age, they have known that we are the most common, weakest, and most unwilling creatures. Casadia has turned the peaceful world into a dangerous world full of fantasy creatures. We are as small as sand in front of creatures such as dragons and angels.”]

[“Those powerful creatures have strong bodies. They can burn to death human warriors who have trained for a lifetime with just a breath of fire.”]

[“But, we also have our own weapons. We have wisdom, calmness, and extremely unwilling fantasies.”]

【"Master..." the pink-haired girl murmured. 】

[The old man patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder, his cloudy eyes flashed with a clear light:]

[“The First Era was called the ‘Age of Darkness’. Under the oppression of powerful creatures, humans, as creatures at the bottom of the food chain, quickly decreased by more than half. But in our Second Era, the most dazzling gem, ‘Genesis’, appeared.”]

[“As long as we are willing to write our own stories, everyone can change their destiny and no longer be helpless. From now on, we are no longer at the bottom of the food chain, but can soar into the sky.”]

[The pink-haired girl nodded heavily: "Master, now that 'Creation' has appeared, should we seek revenge? In the First Age, those dragons, demons, and angels regarded humans as ants. Now we finally have weapons. We want to make humans the new masters of Rovatha! Regain our dignity as human beings!"]

[However, the old man stroked his beard and shook his head slowly:]

……

no no……

My disciples...

What we want is not for humans to be superior to other races, but for humans and all races to pick up the weapons to change their destiny and learn to spread their wings and fly.

To be peacemakers, not new oppressors.

——What we want is symbiosis, mutual benefit, and the freedom to breathe under the same sky.

"Creation" is the gift that the world gives to all living things.

……

[“Ijuu, any power has a price, and ‘Creation’ is no exception.”]

【“Every drop of ink we use comes from our own soul and life.”】

[“Some people have extremely high spiritual energy. They have sufficient imagination and soul to support them in their creation for a lifetime.”]

[“Some people lack spiritual energy, and creation is like squeezing toothpaste, and soon they can’t write anything.”]

[“I have created life for a lifetime, and finally reached the day when my soul is exhausted.”]

[“Have you ever heard of this saying, Ijuu?”]

[“——'Every creator creates by burning his own soul.']

[“I have the blood of the immortal species flowing in my body. I should be able to live for a thousand years, but now, I can only live for seventy years.”]

[“Even so——Ijurel, answer me, are you still willing to inherit the name of ‘Olives’ and become the next guardian of the Book of the World?”]

[It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a moment. ]

[The pink-haired girl, Ijurel Olivers, nodded solemnly. Her clear eyes seemed to be burning with fire.]

[She put away her bowl and chopsticks, stood in front of the fire, and bowed deeply.]

【“Master.”】

[“Maybe one day, I will become a master.”]

[“Perhaps one day, my inspiration will dry up, my brain will gradually rust, and I will gradually be unable to write anything interesting. I will become a poor, exhausted, and boring person that I hate. I will stare at a blank piece of paper and sit for a whole day. I will stare at the wall and the ceiling, and I will no longer be able to piece together complete sentences.”]

[“It doesn’t matter even if that happens. It doesn’t matter even if I burn up.”]

[“There will always be people who will read the stories I leave behind in my life, as long as I have turned my spiritual knowledge, thoughts, and fantasies into a library and shared them for others to read and share. Even if I die, I will no longer be alone.”]

[“My dying soul will be incarnated between the lines and talk to everyone who opens my story. Regardless of the years, time and space, whether I am still alive or dead.”]

[“By then, I will also find someone as spiritual as ‘Ijurel’.”]

[“By then, I will also…”]

【Her gaze is far-reaching.】

[It is as if through the misty clouds of Mount Kinabalu, through the purple-gold Isa flowers and the tiny white flowers, I can see the lights of the world under Mount Kinabalu, and the distant future.]

……

"I will also be pleased to see him...become the next 'Oliviers'."

“If we are born as weeds, then let the wind carry our seeds to the four corners of the world.”

“If we are born as wingless birds, then let fantasy give us wings and help us fly.”

"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

"This is... the meaning of 'creation'."

……

Su Mingan saw this scene in the rapidly flowing spiritual light.

I saw... the scene where the previous generation of "Olivis" took over from the previous generation of "Olivis".

He felt a tingling sensation on his back, as if he had wings that would take him flying. But he knew clearly that this was an illusion caused by the surge of spiritual energy.

Holding the ink-gold feather pen tightly, he found his own voice in this repetitive torrent of words.

He opened his eyes, finally completely digesting everything Xiaobai had given him and regaining his consciousness, but he found that he was no longer on the sacred mountain.

In front of him was a wooden table, a window pane, and the scenery of the royal city outside the window. The kerosene lamp flickered faintly, and the red grid formed a grid-like light spot, which sprinkled into his pupils.

It seems that during the time when he was digesting his insights, Si Que had taken over his body, gone down the mountain, and arrived in the mortal world.

On the table, there was a piece of letter scented with wisteria.

Pick up, open, and unfold the letter.

……

[To my dear friend Su Mingan:]

【Good night.】

[I can no longer tell whether it was me or you who accepted the name "Olives".]

【Since accepting this mission, I have left Mount Kinabalu and traveled around the world in search of inspiration for more than a month.】

[The "Book of the World" is waiting for everyone to fill in. But Master told me that what I need to fill in is the most critical part - Luo Vasa's worldview and underlying logic. ]

[This is something that the general public cannot create, it must be done by me. ]

[There are twelve parts in total: temperature, humidity, terrain, resources, country, destiny, scientific system, creation system, level, outside the world, gods, and race. ]

[It must be presented in the form of a "drama memory lens", that is, in the form of a "story", with a total of "twelve" parts. ]

[Therefore, it is called——]

【“Twelve Stories”. 】

[At present, I have created two stories, "Si Yi and MapleStory" and "The Boy in the Red Cape", which can represent the "creation system" and "fate" parts respectively. ]

[This is my entire mission as "Olives" - first, to protect the "Book of the World". Second, to complete the "Twelve Stories".]

[I have also heard the saying “creators burn themselves to create”. Creation accelerates aging, and I only have three short years left to live…]

【…】

[…But so what? ]

[Since there is no ink, I will use my life as ink - I don't want to stop creating, even if it means burning my life. ]

[Pour all your ideals, inspirations, desires, thoughts... word by word until they are burned out. Let people hear my voice when I was alive, let people see my only and last book.]

【When I finish writing, I will die. 】

[Su Mingan Olivers, my dear friend, you are also an "Olives". Even the master said that she had never seen two "Olives" in the same generation. This is unprecedented in the history of Luowasha. ]

[I believe in your prophecy. We will live together until the distant Fourth Era. At that time, I will proudly say to you: "Su Mingan, I have completed my mission, I have completed the twelve stories, I have protected everything I love, and finally met you."]

[By then, I hope you can give me - and your friend, Sique Olivers, an encouraging greeting.]

【By then, we will have written a glorious epic... and also written a story of peace and prosperity for the country and the people. 】

[You will say, "You have really turned into a lazy bird, Si Que." And you will high-five me and talk about the past with a smile. ]

[We talked about the time you were inside me, and how you felt when you dyed my hair green. ]

[We will go ride the cat car, eat wontons, pick bookmarks, listen to storytelling...]

[We will also taste finger biscuits and lime cola on the hillside. We will drink wine, compose poetry, and enjoy literary gatherings with like-minded people.]

[Yes, I believe so. I believe all your predictions.]

[However, even if I am blessed with your prediction, my life span should have come to an end by then.]

[I will sit at the tea table and brew a pot of rose tea, and you will open the sugar jar and put the sugar in. We will face the blue sea and the golden beach, and arrive at a rich, stable land without pain or sorrow, without end or desolation - a utopia held up by all of us.]

【Then, we all smiled. 】

[When you have finished drinking all the rose tea, I, who am on the verge of death, will lie in the gorgeous and soft sea of flowers and recite a poem that I loved most when I was a child for all of you:]

……

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood."

"It's a pity that I can't get involved in both at the same time."

"I stood at that intersection for a long time..."

"…that morning the ground was covered with fallen leaves,"

"Both roads are unpolluted by footprints."

"Ah, leave a path for us to meet again some other day...!"

"But I know the path goes on and on,"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return...!"

……

【Mr. Lighthouse.】