Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

Located somewhere in the Old World's waters, in a place known as the "Black Sea".

Four guests arrived in a floating tower.

The president of the "Underworld Chamber of Commerce" and the only three remaining "pricers".

"——It's a little late, but it's not too late."

There was a sound, coming from the end of the endless spiral stairs, and falling from the sky.

This sound symbolizes something beyond everything and cannot be defined by ordinary concepts, because ordinary people cannot understand its height.

Suddenly, the president of the "Ghost World Chamber of Commerce" fell to the ground.

It is both to express one's insignificance, humility and respect, and also to cover one's eyes.

The "pricers" were terrified to see their president being so humble, and they immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to look up.

The president prayed:

"Lord of the World and All Creation, the Great One who judges the laws of magic and life, please forgive our humble souls for entering this holy place... We have no intention of desecrating the great "Council" and only pray to you."

The sound of disgust poured down from the end of the infinitely spiraling stairs.

"——Stop wasting my time with all that useless talk."

"Uh, forgive my stupidity, then..."

The voice did not sound divine, but rather like that of an impatient rich man.

"—I am one of the six official members of the Council, a magician known as the 'Fictional Truth.' You must call me by that title, in your hearts and your mouths, and not by anything else. Otherwise... you will receive an eleventh fate besides death."

"……Understood."

"And you must never look up at me, or try to imagine me or understand me. Other than that, I'm very easy to talk to, and I won't waste my precious life over trivial matters."

The four guests looked at each other, but for the first time they prostrated themselves and worshiped sincerely.

"Fictional Truth" didn't mind this and just started talking about business——

"In four minutes, I'll be heading upstairs to attend a rare meeting of the Council... I'll use this time to discuss your matters."

"Please give your instructions, Mr. Fictional Truth." The president responded sincerely.

"—the creator of the ice spear—I'm very interested in her and would like to meet her in some way."

"Excuse me...what does this require of us?"

"—She won't fall for a simple invitation. If I show up on my own initiative, three untouchable guys will give us a hard time. Therefore, I need to follow the rules, and make sure she comes... with interest."

Although no one can understand what the "Fictional Truth" is saying, they know that they will be used.

The Fictional Truth continued, "Your small branch will be governed by the laws of God and shaped into a playground for strangers, according to their wishes... You should understand this, right?"

The president nodded. "I know. Foreigners call it a replica—unfortunately, I don't understand this term."

"--Yes, normally it will be crushed by the strangers in no time. But that will not satisfy my wish... Therefore, you cannot stand aside, but must step into it and become the strangers' enemy."

"us?"

"—I will rewrite it and make it an illegal zone. You can plunder as much as you want, and the foreigners will be wary and even fight among themselves and plunder. You will be very safe, and you only need to retaliate against the foreigners."

They understood this point.

In a place without God's protection, the death of a stranger would be no different from a normal death.

After death, you will lose everything, instead of being like a baby... being able to start over perfectly.

"That's... quite acceptable, if this can finally come to an end..." one of the Price Setters muttered, "They're only a hundred or so foreigners. I can still handle them easily."

"—When she comes, my wish will be fulfilled, and you will be liberated."

"Liberation... means—all dead?" asked the president.

"—Ha, no, if you can survive the crazy harassment of foreigners, then you will naturally be considered the winner."

The voice of "Fictional Truth" is high and far-reaching, but it is very credible.

"If you win... let me think about it. As a prize, I will give your Chamber of Commerce a place... to mentor one person to become an apprentice to a magician in the Council. How do you think?"

Upon hearing this, the president was so shocked that he even fell to the ground exhausted.

"Thank you... It's worth it that we've done our best to preserve that ceremony for decades... This is what I wanted."

"Okay, then it's about time—as soon as I finish my meeting, things will start to get going."

"Then we'll take our leave now—"

"No need. As a preliminary introduction, would you like to follow me and see the scenery from above? I allow you to look out."

Hearing this, the president raised his head in astonishment, but immediately covered his eyes and lowered his head again.

The president accepted it with tears of gratitude. This was an important moment when the "Parliament" that controlled all the magic in the world and the six magicians who divided its power were about to gather to discuss matters.

Following the command of the "Fictional Truth"——

This elegant mage tower rises quietly.

The view outside the window also changed from the silent Black Sea to the night.

"President... where are we going?" One of the "pricers" couldn't contain his curiosity.

The president's excitement was even more ugly: "Of course... we have to go to the legendary "Parliament" ruling tower... the source of all magic in the world!"

"Could it be... in the sky?"

Without waiting for the president's explanation, the Mage Tower stopped climbing.

In the blink of an eye, it had arrived.

Suddenly—an extremely large and powerful light poured in from the window.

The "Pricers" had to defend themselves with all their might, otherwise they would be dissolved by the pale magical light.

And the "Fictional Truth" has already stepped out of the Mage Tower and headed to its location.

They were left alone, bathed in the light through the window—

Look at the holy place that is so close.

"Do you know the word for moon?"

The three “pricers” answered one after another:

"...I know, of course I know. We are not ignorant children."

"It's... that huge, ever-changing star in the sky at night."

"Speaking of which, classical magicians all believed that the moon was the origin of magic—"

As the words came out, everyone's thoughts collided.

The president spoke and narrated the answer.

"The word 'moon' is actually the name of the tower in Parliament."

And also – their location.

"It remains hidden from the daylight, drifting quietly in the night, overlooking the world it rules... From ancient times to the present, it remains unchanged."

……

The Fictional Truth stepped into the moon.

Amidst all the brilliance composed of pure magic, He only thought of the ice spear and the person who threw it.

"The Fictional Truth" walked into the highest building of the moon, and the remaining five seats were already filled.

"You're late." someone scolded.

"Haha." Fictional Truth just laughed. "What's today's topic? How long has it been since we've all gathered together?"

The old man sitting at the main seat sighed, as if he wanted to blame, but he held it back.

The old man said something very correct -

"It hasn't been that long. The last time we held a meeting was because of the abominable 'Rebellion Against All Things'... that uncontrollable monster that shredded our former Seventh Seat... in order to negotiate peace with it. The time before that, it was because of the arrival of foreigners."

"What about this time?"

"It's the same this time, because strangers—no, players—have been summoned once again."

The old man played with his pale beard, twisting it into strips and then letting them spin and untwist.

Then, he said:

"Therefore, we must discuss which mysteries they are allowed to peek into, to what extent they are allowed to reveal themselves, and... whether they should be allowed to reach deeper."

……

ps

(I’m still two days away from perfect attendance, feeling pretty stable…)

Volume 6: Reverse

Volume 6: Reverse

162 Gift

"express delivery?"

It was a sunny morning.

The housekeeping robot took out two packages from the express box at the door.

Strange and confusing because this was not something he or Xiaolu bought.

In the past, no one else's things were ever sent here.

But the recipient had the word "eel" written on it.

"--Mine, mine!" The eel was waving in the garden and wiping his sweat excitedly.

Before the housekeeping robot could speak, Xiaolu immediately spoke up: "...Did you buy anything?"

“Yeah, I bought a computer!”

After saying that, Yu Man put down the shovel, took off his muddy gloves, lifted up his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face.

This unconventional move showed off her skin without any fat. Her figure was like a work of art, so holy under the sun.

The deer wanted to pretend not to see it, but when he turned around, he found that he couldn't take his eyes away.

Unfortunately, the T-shirt was quickly taken down, leaving only the translucent part soaked with sweat, through which one could vaguely see the beautiful waistline.

"The money from Brother Ya has arrived. I've been extravagant."

The housekeeping robot placed the package on the tea table in the courtyard. With Yu Man's consent, it disassembled its fingers, took out the blade hidden inside, and began to efficiently dismember the express packaging.

An ordinary heavy laptop and accessories.

Another package contained three small white vests.

The deer squinted his eyes, always feeling that the things on the table were out of place.

"Why is it so low-end...and what is this vest?"

"A computer or something is enough, it's fine. The vest is my underwear, I've been wanting to buy it for a long time..."

After finishing the farm work, Yu Man happily held them and ran to his room like a child.

Only the little deer was left in the courtyard, clenching its fists and regretting something, staring at the packaging bags.

……

"Fuck, computer, you finally made yourself—"

In the room - Senior Cat smelled the unique smell of electronic products in the air.