Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 102 So That's It, He's Not Human

"We should relax before communicating. I know that you elves look down on ordinary people like us. So I also respect your folk traditions. You should like this kind of decoration style, right? It looks complicated, gorgeous and exquisite, and the drink should be wine..."

The White Tower Mage looked at the man in front of him who was talking to himself and then easily changed the surrounding space into a structure that was almost like a royal garden. The shock and terror in his heart was almost beyond words.

No matter how you look at it, the player in front of you... or what should be conceptually classified as a player, is showing a friendly attitude.

But after all, there is no essential difference between a friendly god and a malicious god.

Their well-intentioned thoughts may very likely create an unimaginable storm in the blink of an eye.

At least in the eyes of the White Tower Mage, the surrounding time and space were rapidly becoming chaotic and collapsing, and then reshaped under a terrifying will that was almost as powerful as the Chaos Gods. Everything that happened in this area covered by its will was a miracle that reversed the normal laws of space.

Those exquisite and complex buildings, the tea tables that look like works of art and decorated with flowers, and the exquisite wine and tea cups placed on them, you can tell without taking any action that they are perfect works of art.

He mobilized the impressions imprinted in the depths of the warp, reconstructed an imaginary elf's residence, and then created the most delicious wine in the impression of all elves. In this chaotic space and time without up, down, left, and right, he created some purely conceptual creations. It is difficult to say that these things have real entities, but in front of the elves, they are no different from reality.

It is even possible that in the eyes of other races, what he held was just a ball of air that looked interesting. Even more extreme, they could not see anything. They just saw two people floating in the environment. Floating in the eyes of others might be enjoyment in his own cognition.

What level of magic and power this was, the White Tower Mage had no idea, and to be honest, he didn't really want to understand. Just looking at those exquisite utensils and wine, he felt his mind was in disarray.

'There's nothing there.'

As he thought so, he looked at the small hall in the woods in front of him, filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, as well as the fine wine on the table.

"Everything around me is fake, nothing exists. I should be in reality, and what I see should be just a cold wall and complete emptiness..."

"Oh, I forgot, you guys should also like art. Well, I don't have a strong artistic element here, but it doesn't matter, I can borrow the ability of a certain subspace bastard I'm familiar with. You know, I'm always good at this kind of borrowing. It's better to say that fusion can achieve a better victory."

The young man in the white robe smiled and snapped his fingers.

The golden phonograph needle began to move across the purple disc. In the elegant and joyful singing, accompanied by the warm afternoon sunshine, I sat lazily in a high-back chair as if chatting, pinching the exquisite and completely unique elf pastries, and savoring such a pleasant afternoon tea.

This was the life the elf loved the most. When he was studying in the White Tower, he would often do this when he felt extremely tired or had some kind of rebelliousness and disgust towards magic.

But at that time, what he saw was the inland sea of ​​the elves, and the huge whirlpool storm created to seal off the demon invasion.

As he thought about this for a moment, the garden with the singing birds and fragrant flowers moved slightly, revealing the blue sea that made people feel relaxed and happy, and the storm in the sea that seemed small but was towering and reaching the sky. This was the most comfortable scene in his heart.

"Well, although I don't quite understand why you feel so happy when you see this kind of scenery, I respect your idea. Please, these things should be the most perfect for you elves."

"…Indeed."

The White Tower Mage stared blankly at the storm standing between reality and illusion, sighed honestly, and picked up the dessert on the plate.

Just now there was an illusion that fantasy and reality overlapped, but now in the eyes of the wizard of the White Tower, the exquisite and sweet dessert was emitting the aroma of fresh flour and olive oil after being baked.

He put it into his mouth, and the familiar yet strange sweet taste almost instantly slid along the tip of his tongue into his esophagus and stomach. This conceptual beauty instantly made his defense line sink. He even touched the perfect tea bowl and tasted the grape wine inside.

In fact, the elves didn't pay much attention to their etiquette when they were inside. Especially when something really beautiful came. The wine that entered the throat and almost turned into a long line, instantly activating all the organs in the body that tasted beauty, made the elves narrow their eyes in satisfaction and couldn't help but sigh.

“This is truly the best thing I could have ever dreamed of.”

The elf looked at everything in front of him and sighed with some emotion.

"I'm afraid such a good thing would never happen to me even in my dreams. Even the Phoenix King may not have tasted such fine wine, but it looks like ordinary fine wine here."

"It's easy for me because will is matter."

While tasting the crisp elven dessert, the wizard in white robe sat on the chair. He looked like an elf mentor, sitting there and pointing casually in the void.

On the coffee table, countless crystal clear, beautiful foods seemed to be there as if they were meant to be. Those exquisite foods exuded a luxurious lavender fragrance, but there was no chaotic pollution at all, which made people feel a little wary and uneasy at first glance.

But there is no doubt that these things can only be achieved with the power of the Chaos Gods.

"…How on earth do you do all this?"

The wizard of the White Tower gave up struggling, savoring the unimaginable deliciousness, and looked at the smiling man in front of him.

"How on earth can you turn back time and make these wonders reappear? How on earth can you make all of this become so real? This is the power of the Chaos Gods, not something you as a mortal can do."

"It's very simple. I believe that magic is just an extension of one's will. As long as one is sure of one's will, everything will fall into place naturally."

"But that is impossible."

Looking at the man who seemed to be very clear about it, as if it was as simple as eating and drinking, the elf denied it softly:

"No intelligent creature can deny the distinction between reality and illusion. As long as you are alive, the material world and the spiritual world are bound to be separated. As long as there is such consciousness, the division of these things will inevitably appear.

Just like life and death, black and white, day and night, they are clearly distinguished. But you have blurred them all. Our world is like a canvas for you to paint freely. No matter what kind of spiritual power and strength it is, it is like a toy in the hands of a child, the brush and branches you use to create.

You are not human, Mr. Wizard. You cannot be intelligent. Which Lord of the Warp are you?"

"What you said is so strange, and it even makes me feel like I have done something wrong. But this is the reality, elf. I told you the truth, whether it is fantasy or reality, emotion or something else, as long as it is real to me, then I can make it happen."

Looking at the elf in front of him who seemed to be certain of something, the wizard chuckled and cut a hole in front of him.

"If it is a false power, then what I am showing you now should be an illusion. But in fact, you can walk out of here now, come to your companions, and give them your fine wine to drink together."

"..."

The elven wizard looked at the crack and could see his partner's current appearance.

Those elves still maintained their strict and good style, but in fact, based on their familiarity with each other, the wizard of the White Tower was convinced that these people were probably not much better.

Because the wine and food provided by the Negative Stars, as well as the characteristics of the elves presented, really fit their ideas. It can even be said that, to some extent, they understand the preferences of the elves better than themselves. The props in the hands of those exquisite and beautiful statues are all edible. It is obviously a delicate and beautiful music box, but everything inside is so delicate and small, and every place has a completely different eating experience. You can listen to the wonderful music while tasting the supreme delicacy.

Everything here is as joyful as the legendary temple of the god of joy, as if the never-ending dinner party has already taken place in this real world.

Illusion or reality, it has become blurred in this world shrouded in light.

Is this all real, or are they just illusions created by people for the sake of revelry? The White Tower wizard blinked, feeling as if he could no longer tell the difference.

"Of course you can't tell the difference, because there is no difference between illusion and reality for me. Are you illusions? Or are you real? In fact, the only reality for me is the world I believe in. Everything here is empty and illusory, so in this environment, I can naturally do these things."

The wizard's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, shattering everything the White Tower elves had originally expected.

According to the wizard's description, the reason why he was not tempted and did not have any special feelings, and why he controlled everything here like instinct, was because he did not judge everything here as real or false at all.

He believed that the world was a whole, whether it was the subspace or the real universe, they were originally a whole, there was no distinction between truth and falsehood. Only emotions, and only emotions could forge magic, and emotions were the only benchmark. And this was why wizards could finally accomplish such a great feat.

He did it because he thought it, and the world thought it back. It was that simple.

But to any intelligent creature in the world, this so-called simplicity seems so crazy and arrogant, because it simply exceeds the limits of the imagination of all intelligent life.

No living thing could have such a transcendent thought. Even the Chaos Gods, their temptations were based on reality. Pure emotions could only bring about unrestrained and pure destruction. However, facing the pure golden light, that pure destruction was obviously what the man in front of him needed.

So the wizard of the White Tower finally shut up.

His logical thinking did not support him to understand the situation in front of him, but his reason told him that he should respect objective facts at this time, because everything in front of him was evidence presented to him.

"It seems like you finally understand? My existence is for the continuation of civilization, and I just hope that you can understand my existence. If possible, I don't mind you joining my civilization. I don't have any opinions or views, but I don't think you will be happy."

Looking at the elf, the wizard shrugged his shoulders, still maintaining that gentle attitude, as if he was facing a somewhat awkward compatriot.

"So we are just here to tell you and me the facts we know. This is not an objective fact, we all know it very well. So we just need to understand that the facts we tell each other are not objective, but what we subjectively think may be the case."

"...for example?"

"For example, let's share our understanding of chaos and magic. I just shared that I believe the essence of magic is emotion, and this world is a world where emotions change cognition. What about you?"

The wizard looked at the elf in front of him with an expectant expression, as if he was waiting for him to say something surprising.

"How do you elves think the world was created? What have you discovered and buried in your past history? Can you communicate with us and have any other unique exchanges? I am actually looking forward to this happening."

"…This is exactly what we are going to do. We elves believe that all species are essentially creations of the Old Saints."

The elf looked at the interested wizard in front of him and whispered about the elves' creation myth.

The elves always believed that their world was not originally like this.

Long, long ago, the world was still flat land and ocean, and everything was developing normally. A species called the Ancient Saints once created their palace in the sky, and then passed everything they had to the Holy Spirits on land.

According to the spread of the ancient saints, the major races of the world finally appeared on the land. After they received the teachings of the ancient saints, they formed groups and left the landing area and began to travel to all parts of the world.

At that time, all the species were almost mixed together, and each mixed species had its own ideas and actions. Each of them had absolute faith in their future. They believed that their future was bright because there were ancient saints in the sky to help them move towards the future.

Dwarves, humans, elves, and countless other races began to evolve rapidly from primitive life to what they are today under the guidance of the ancient saints. They began to build, learn, and develop languages ​​like normal creatures, and then they became close to each other, as if it were a perfect paradise. The ancient saints were also very happy, and they believed that this was the most beautiful and original appearance of the world.

But soon, traces of magic suddenly appeared among the crowd.

No one knows where the original magic came from, but this destructive force quickly crossed all barriers and spread throughout the world.

People began to realize hatred and began to attack each other over differences. After the first murder, these people began to feel the pressure of their living environment.

Although they were living on an unimaginably vast land, people began to attack and kill each other. For some trivial things, or even for no reason at all, people began to kill each other, trying to kill each other.

This environment was obviously inappropriate in the eyes of the ancient saints. They began to teach these crazy people and hold out hope for these species. But it was obvious that the patience of the ancient saints was limited. One day without any signs, a meteor suddenly fell from the sky, and unimaginable ice walls and natural phenomena began to appear everywhere on the earth.

The people were separated from each other in the flames and disasters, and the major groups began to be forcibly extradited to the rugged mountains using magic. They began to realize the true anger of the ancient saints.

But their wailing and crying were meaningless, because the ancient saints really felt desperate.

Their palaces fell from the sky and their population quickly disappeared.

And in the end, they finally closed the planet, they disappeared from the world, leaving only cruel chaos and demons.

These greatest ugliness born from people's minds eventually attracted endless hatred, and people began to fight madly against these products of the subspace, causing the originally ugly subspace to eventually give birth to the final item, that is, the Chaos Gods. This is the truth of creation that the elves understand.

It sounds ugly, but it is real, and it is all the elves know.

"... Well, that's pretty much what I thought. After all, when I was observing, I found that the moon outside didn't seem to change at all. I guess the sky might just be a projection."

The wizard nodded in agreement about the elves' myths and said casually.

"Then the question is, how can I kill all the subspace creatures and then rush out of this planet again? Should I kill everyone? Or should I kill all the guys with magical powers and use my own power to blast open the sky?"

"..."

Although I don’t know what this player-like guy in front of me is, he is definitely not a human.

Faced with such a situation, the White Tower Wizard made such a note in his mind.

Sorry, there is a problem with the world view, I revised it and supplemented it again. Today is temporarily 5,000 words, and I will try to make up for it with 20,000 words tomorrow. I am really sorry!

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