Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

"As the successor, with the blessings of the lord, the World Tree, and the dragon's approval, I inherit this work. And the first... is dedicated to the deceased record-keepers of the previous generation."

For comics, it's about turning from one page to another.

For the recorder, it is death and alternation.

Of that death, only this little remains now—a difference in the handwriting, a difference in the paper, that is all.

"The dragon offered a song to commemorate the previous generation of recorders who accompanied it for decades. I will record the song here—"

Yu Man turned to the next page with the text——

But there was nothing there, only one line of text.

"Editor's Note: The Dragon's Ballads have all been excerpted and compiled into a separate collection. Please borrow it if you would like to read it again."

"...Damn it." Yu Man couldn't help but curse. The most important parts were all taken out? What kind of thing was this?

But it's okay. It should be kept in the archive containing the Old World language that Xiaolu mentioned. Since this book is still there, the book compiling dragon songs is undoubtedly there as well.

Thinking of this, Yu Man continued to flip through the book in his hand.

It can be seen that the successor has established a deeper relationship with the dragon than the predecessor.

So much so that the successors spent a lot of space to describe the daily stories of the dragon, quarreling and fighting, or riding on its proud back to witness the scenery farther away.

But in the end—

"I've told it countless times not to establish any connection with me, but it didn't accept it. Haha, actually, I didn't do it either."

But he regretted it.

Extremely regretful.

"A human soul can only exist in this world for a few decades, futilely, and then it will return to the cycle of repetition... and disappear without a trace.

Therefore, traces of people should not be left in anyone's heart, as they will only take root and grow into trees that cannot be uprooted...

And now, the tree is saying goodbye to the soil and is being pulled out from its heart.

My good friend, my good mentor, my observer and companion, you are known as the Ice Dragon, but your real name is Torres...

I hope that the roots I have planted in your heart will not become empty because of my death, and I hope that they will not be filled with sadness.

I’m sorry, but I’m dying.”

This is the end of the story. The successor recorder, after a life spent with dragons, only has this little left.

Even the ballad dedicated to the dragon's death, for whom they had a deep affection, was not included in the text, but was taken out separately by the editor and disappeared without a trace.

This is the story and ending between the Ice Prison Dragon and the human recorder, which happened in an unknown amount of time and space ago.

"The third generation of record keepers took over... but the Ice Prison Dragon distanced himself from him and from humanity."

From then on, all the words engraved in the book were wrapped in a layer of coldness that they were all too familiar with.

until--

"The Ice Prison Dragon has reached the end of its life, and all its magic has disintegrated into nature. With its death, this world's winter ends.

—The seventh recorder records this.

100. One hundred chapters.

Just reading this part took Yu Man an hour and a half.

She temporarily turned her eyes away from the book, distracting herself from the old papers and old handwriting.

but--

"These were all written by the deceased... and then... the existence described by seven generations of the deceased has finally vanished..."

Many emotions gradually emerged in Yu Man's heart.

The aftertaste of the story continues - but it is only realized later.

"The dragon is dead... winter is over..."

This is what is recorded in the book.

But those words and papers are a thing of the distant past. In other words, the story is far from over and even continues to this day.

Yu Man wanted to continue reading a few more pages, but when he looked up, he found that the light that should have illuminated the text was no longer shining.

There is only a dark snowy night.

Even though the night and day remain unchanged, even though the wind and snow are the same, the stories have changed from generation to generation, and every generation that has survived has its own similar stories... Whether it is the old world or the reality beyond this, everything is just like this.

"Let's find another place."

Since he had no idea how to solve the problem of the enchanter, Yu Man decided to divert his attention temporarily and focus all his attention on the unfinished book in his hand.

It only tells the story of the first generation of Ice Prison Dragon... but there are still many pages to come.

She left the Black Tower, slowly walking from one battle to the next, then out of the illegal zone and back to the peaceful and quiet safe zone. It took her a while to walk the rest of the way, arriving at the bustling guild territory, which changed every day—but she had become accustomed to it.

Regardless of whether they were NPCs or players, everyone was enthusiastic about her arrival.

Every greeting and regards is the souls of people sharing their emotions with each other.

Yu Man received their respect, kindness, and goodwill... and responded with the same emotions.

These natural fragments are intertwined to form just a few minutes of daily time.

And these——

Could it also be something the Ice Dragon experienced with its recorders, even if it wasn't written down?

……

Not long after, another equally respected player returned to the guild territory, smiling.

It's a little deer.

Players in the guild had already spread the rumor that Xiaolu was a rather ugly middle-aged man who had a voice-changer magic so he could pretend to have a girl's voice, but he kept saying words like "brother, buddy, sister".

Although no one felt disgusted with the deer, their feelings changed from pure respect to a sense of recognition that "it turns out you are also a mortal human being."

However, the NPCs are very afraid of her because she has caused apocalyptic scenes on the frozen sea many times.

"Has JD finished taking care of his sister?"

"It's so awkward. We're all guys, how can we have girls to bring along?" Xiaolu was in a good mood, so he was happy to chat with the familiar ID. "Has the president ever been back?"

The member with the familiar ID nodded immediately and pointed in a certain direction on the second floor.

"The president said it's nothing important so don't disturb him. I don't know what book he's reading, but he even had someone make a very bright magic lamp. Is he preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam or the civil service exam?"

"Involved in the game? That's too vulgar, it's not possible..."

But the little deer also knew that it was preparing for another big event.

——Open the port.

Although I don’t know how Yu Man plans to do it, I just want to know how to do it.

"I'll go and bother her."

"As you please."

After waving goodbye to the members, Xiaolu quickly rushed to the second floor with light steps.

Then there's a cubicle under the stairs at the corner.

It is considered the quietest place in the guild territory, and it also has the best lighting and scenery.

It’s not that they monopolize it, it’s just that this place is suitable for fishing.

Having fished here once, members acquiesced that it was their room.

Xiaolu was thinking about his words, wondering how to disturb Yu Man without being rude, but - the door was not closed.

She stood at the door and naturally glanced inside - ah?

What he saw was not Yu Man reading a book, but... two of her.

One is a lively, soulful girl, more vivid than reality. The other is a wooden, expressionless, hollow Yu Man, a soulless figure—yet with a strange charm.

"...Aren't you reading? Why are you doing this secretly?"

They sat facing each other, one of them holding up a glass test tube and pouring it into the other's mouth.

But strangely enough, there was quite a lot of resistance, and the other party seemed to have some resistance. Even though Yu Man used his hands to pry open the other party's mouth, he was unable to pour the potion into it smoothly.

Yu Man suddenly had an idea, so he used magic to issue the command: "Open your mouth, face me, and drink it later."

The cold Yu Man expressed strong reluctance, but still accepted it obediently, and could only be poured with daily fine wine by the genuine Yu Man.

——The deer knows this.

She immediately covered her ears, because the sound of Yu Man exploding... would be a bit scary.

But this time it's different.

"...It didn't explode? Could this be the real thing?" The genuine Yu Man muttered.

Unfortunately, before she could come to any conclusion, the mirror clone had already reached the limit of time and disappeared.

The little deer finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"——Exploding the clone again?"

"Oh... When did it come? I didn't blow up my clone. The potion this time was said to be a skin care product or something, and my clone didn't want to drink it. I'm afraid this skill is more complicated than I thought... Let's not talk about this-"

Yu Man finished speaking and immediately moved on to the next topic.

"How's the dungeon going?"

"Hmm, I easily won the third-tier dungeon! I got two tickets to the fourth-tier dungeon! I also got some miscellaneous items from a treasure chest, which I'll put in the warehouse later..."

"Good good."

Compared to the difficulties he faced in upgrading the enchanter, it was good that the deer was doing well. It showed that things were not hopeless and there was still progress in some aspects.

Xiaolu wanted to tell the story of this dungeon, but Yu Man got there first.

"boom--"

Yu Man slammed an ancient tome on the table, shaking off dust and snow from its pages.

That was the important main line intelligence that Xiaolu obtained and then passed on to Yu Man.

"I've watched most of it and figured out a lot of things. Want to listen? Or... do you want to skip the plot?"

"Of course not."

"Let's start with the conclusion. Our current enemy, the Ice Prison Dragon that froze the ocean... is a newly born young dragon, probably its third incarnation."

Three generations? Xiaolu didn't understand the word at first, but soon figured it out.

A series of thoughts pieced together in her mind and turned into words: "What stories are there in the first and second lives?"

"In one life, he was very close to humans. Then, because of the short lifespan of humans, he became sad and no longer wanted to be close to them. He lived alone on the island until his death."

The Ice Prison Dragon had once been close to humans—these words surprised the deer.

In her previous concept, the Ice Prison Dragon froze the sea, obviously because he had a deep hatred for Shimlabakken. She had already imagined a 100,000-word story about the evil dragon and the ugly humans, and she also knew that the ugly humans would be the winners in the end.

But the story is a little more complicated.

"After the death of the first incarnation, winter temporarily vanished. Then, the ice element summoned the newly born Ice Prison Dragon, the incarnation of winter. That was the second incarnation... and it was also synonymous with ferocity, violence, and extreme aggression."

"...They are both natural creatures formed from elements, but their personalities are so different?"

Fawn's question is difficult to answer correctly.

The Ice Prison Dragon of this life has a good relationship with humans.

Moreover, at that time, the Old World language was considered one of the mainstream languages ​​in human society, unlike today when it was replaced by the common language.

Therefore, humans understood the Dragon Language dialect, which was based on the Old World language and had ballads as variants, and had a lot of communication with it.

But after living in seclusion for a lifetime and rejecting humans, no recorder has had a deep connection with the Ice Prison Dragon since then.