A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

Tantai Yanyu almost choked and coughed up her lungs again, but Chang'an patted her back and said, "Don't do that, or I'll misunderstand even more."

"If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

"Don't say it! I have a feeling this is going to be a topic that I can use to make fun of you for a long time. Don't take away my joy."

Seeing Chang'an leaning against the crooked pine tree with his arms crossed, looking at Tantai Yanyu in a similarly crooked way, made her feel that she had really chosen the wrong person to confide in.

But if we don't go to Chang'an, are we going to the vice president for something like this?

The vice president will probably just fire her!

With a sigh, Tantai Yanyu recounted the images that had just flashed through her mind to Bujian Chang'an, and then said, "Do you think I might be a deeply hidden dream girl of the guild leader?"

"of course not."

Before Tantai Yanyu could fully relax, she heard Bujian Chang'an say, "You've never hidden this from me."

Tantai Yanyu opened her eyes wide and glared angrily at her friend, but then deflated when their eyes met.

Okay, she never hid it; she's always been a blatant dream girl.

"But it's not the same thing!" Tantai Yanyu still wanted to argue for herself, "I used to just regard her as an idol, but now... now... my brain, for some reason, has synthesized fragments that don't even exist."

"Perhaps it doesn't not exist."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Without Chang'an lowering his eyes, he thought to himself that it was impossible for anyone to be so obsessed with an idol as Tantai Yanyu for no reason.

There might actually be some backstory or cause and effect.

Thinking back to the day he went to find You Yuehan, he was driven by worry and sheer courage. In reality, he didn't have any decent cards, but You Yuehan actually listened to everything he said.

And soon after that day, a player who had not joined the Cold Moon Immortal Palace took the opportunity of selling things at a stall to seemingly casually sell him a spiritual treasure item—the Guanyin Statue.

After use, it allows you to observe the movements of designated personnel for five minutes.

Below the image of Avalokiteshvara, there is a small note.

The note had two words written on it: "Gift".

Chang'an was very clear that it was the Cold Moon Immortal Palace that provided him with prop support.

In addition, there are some Thousand-Handed and Thousand-Eyed Mushroom Spores and Peacock King Sutra Runes, which are excellent tools for gathering information.

All these props came into his possession through lotteries or prop exchanges.

If it weren't for Youyue Han's instructions, why would Hanyue Immortal Palace give him so much for no reason?

Rather than spending so much to support him in pursuit of a slim chance of truth or possibility, it would be much faster to simply abandon Tantai Yanyu Fenming.

Without seeing Chang'an, he would never believe that this was a deep affection between You Yuehan and Tantai Yanyu. He did not believe that any person in a position of power could have such tender feelings and favoritism.

He preferred to believe that Tantai Yanyu was also very important to Youyuehan.

Irreplaceable importance.

But why Tantai Yanyu is so important is a question he cannot currently answer.

His lowered gaze swept over the gnarled roots of the old pine tree, and when he looked up and fixed his gaze on Tantai Yanyu, there was no trace of gloom or worry.

"Don't overthink it. Even if you really are a lesbian, I will still wish you the courage to pursue love."

"I'm not going to see Chang'an!" Tantai Yanyu gritted her teeth. "I'm serious!"

"Was my blessing not sincere enough? Okay, stop worrying about it. Someone like You Yuehan, let alone you wanting to be the dream girl, I want to be the dream boy too. It's only human nature, it's not a big deal. Is there anything else to talk about? If not, go back and talk to the baboons. They've been thinking about you a lot lately, then sitting on the shore acting all emo, it's disgusting. I can't stand them anymore, you should go and talk to them."

Chang'an pushed Tantai Yanyu out of the pine forest and onto the seashore. With the surging sea wind blowing, Tantai Yanyu sat down on the rocks and looked at the endless white waves. Sure enough, she felt less depressed.

In the Hiro district, Nie Wan, whom Tantai Yanyu longed for, was also enjoying the sea breeze and listening to the songs of the wandering poet.

The bard strummed his lyre and sang of Apollo's slaying of the serpent Piton.

"At daybreak, the archer Phoebus Apollo was born from Leto's womb;

Piton also arrived at Delos at the same time.

It was sent by Hera, the goddess of bull's eyes.

"They hunted down Zeus's wife and his two destined children..."

Nie Wan listened quietly, her silver thread quickly bending into a flower shape in her hand.

This is the third time it has been repeated.

From Apollo's birth, to his return to Mount Olympus as Zeus's favorite son, to the birth of his own son, Asclepius, the god of medicine.

After this part of the song, the story of Apollo comes to an end, and the bard begins to sing about his companion, the black-robed doctor, how he was apprenticed to Asclepius, and how the snake coiled around his hand was granted by Apollo the ability to fight poison with poison.

Yes, this long string of hymns is just for advertising.

Nie Wan initially thought that the Greeks were really long-winded, saying so much nonsense just to advertise.

Moreover, the doctor in black robes was the one who collected laurel trees to brew medicinal herbs. I thought I might be able to get some clues about the inheritance of Apollo's medical priesthood from him, but it turned out to be a complete mistake.

Upon seeing Chuang Huai, the successor of the long-range shooting master, the black-robed doctor not only showed no kindness but also turned his head away and ignored him.

The other priests and island residents all treated Chuang Huai with utmost respect.

This is such an oddball; no matter how you look at it, I don't believe in Apollo.

Yu Yuehua laughed and said, "That's their specialty. They can even spread out half a chapter to show what the shield Hephaestus made for Achilles in Homer's epic looked like."

"Really boring."

"No, that's very interesting. The lengthy arrangement and narration may seem like a clumsy technique to modern people, but it is the most direct way to give people a visual image and feel what the poet is trying to convey."

Nie Wan put the silver flower she had finally managed to make into her backpack, and then took out a silver thread to bend and adjust it.

"Teacher Yu, what did you feel?"

“You can listen to it for yourself.”

Nie Wan listened quietly, her hands mechanically twisting silver threads into silver flowers, while her thoughts followed the melody of the poem, jumping between each word.

This feeling is similar to the feeling of passing through levels in the Temple of the Muses.

Countless words can be freely combined to create countless possibilities in the world.

Nie Wan initially dismissed the story, thinking it was just a game background, a myth extracted from the real world by that unknowable essence.

But as she listened, she gradually came to realize that the poet truly believed what he was saying.

He truly believed that Apollo existed, and that Asclepius also existed.

Although people cannot see their true forms, they always exist in people's lives in some form.

Not just the poet, but all the residents thought so.

But the players don't see it that way.