Lord of the Silver Crow

Yago "looked" and saw someone.

A woman.

A woman who looks very similar to the "Diago" in his impression.

At this moment, she opened her eyes.

Unlike the hollow eyes that seemed to be blind, this woman's eyes were not hollow, but they carried a strong sense of disgust.

He had seen such an expression on the faces of those who tried to commit suicide.

No, for him now, he can perceive each other's emotions.

And when the other party opened his eyes and saw him, there was no expression of surprise or surprise, but rather apologetic.

but......

Not an apology to him, but as if to another person.

In the bridge shaped by the white light chain, in the spiritual bridge that can clearly perceive the other party's emotions and psychology, Yago quickly understood who the "object" was.

"Master Lu".

The other party has learned about his identity as "Yago".

The memory of Master Lu is used as the material.

Take the impression of Master Lu as a carving knife.

Fix it in Master Lu's dream.

Painted with the personality of Master Lu.

A "Diago" pieced together and polished out of various cognitive fragments.

He is not really "Diago".

however......

The opposite is not true either.

On the spiritual bridge, using the rules of the entire world as a tool, the two persons undergoing the replacement of existence and personality are like one.

He can clearly perceive his own composition, and he can also clearly perceive the other's composition.

The memory and cognition of the two are connected in series.

The female Diago is not "original" either.

In his eyes, in his consciousness, scene after scene flowed.

He saw a scene.

The figure consistent with the female character established in that game appeared on a piece of land.

Empty and at a loss, as if there is no self-conscious figure.

But then.....

He saw people in long robes, and people showing inhuman gestures between howlings, appeared.

wizard.

Yago made a judgment.

but.......

Soon, these people were swallowed.

Or should I say...

Blended and pieced together.

The woman with blank eyes is like a jigsaw that can put everything together at will.

Or on the other hand, those people, those wizards, are like picture-fixing, integrated by the woman into a part of the body.

There seemed to be a little more emotion in the woman's hollow eyes.

But soon, a group of people in pure white armor or robes appeared.

This familiar dress.....

Holy See? The Church of Truth?

The woman was quickly controlled.

It's not like before.

I don’t know how long it took, the woman was imprisoned in a dreamlike cage formed by white light, and then...

Beheaded.

Together with one "god".

The fragments of her and those gods were cast into a tower by another group of wizards with inhuman characteristics.

The picture flows and beats, and the entangled cognitive fragments have been flipped and pieced together in the dark countless times to form a new configuration.

until one day.

A white light emerged.

The dreamlike white light formed a bridge and connected with the silver galaxy.

But, it is exactly this moment.

New fragments of cognition are drawn along this blazing bridge.

These fragments of cognition are mixed with scenes he is familiar with.

That is the scene of the earth world.

In a strange room.

Sheets of medical records with the name "Diago" were crumpled into paper **** and left beside the pile of medical journals and periodicals.

Next to the bookcase on the site, there are dust-covered books on mythology and religion, which seem to have not been opened for a long time.

What's more conspicuous is that on the shelf of medical books, a photo came into the field of vision.

It was a picture of four people gathered around a restaurant table, biting chopsticks and making strange faces with food.

Among them, Master Lu with a weird smile and Diago with a speechless expression came into my eyes.

This situation made Yago realize something.

Sure enough, the next moment...

The figure reflected in the glass of the bookcase came into view.

Compared with the photo, the man who is much more mature and haggard stands in front of the bookcase with messy hair with a pained expression on his face.

Picture flow.

The silver helmet was worn on the head, and the system vision of the virtual reality game emerged.

In the scene of this character establishment, Yago saw a figure.

A female character.

However, her face was different from Diago's face.

Her face was the same as the human **** who was killed and crushed by the wizard by the white robe.

The moment this conclusion was formed, Yago also realized the reason.

With scenes changing from time to time, important and unimportant memories circulate in Yago's perception like a revolving lantern.

however.....

Not only his familiar memories, but also some memories unrelated to Diago.

This also made him realize that this "traverser" is not "a person".

Countless scenes flow, until a picture appears...

The strange creatures that looked like flames, and the strange creatures that looked like frost, launched an astonishing attack towards the tower.

Between the endless frost and fire, a fragment of the tower fell.

And this fragment soon formed the figure of a female, and fled the area.

but.....

This woman, whose appearance was somewhat similar to "Diago", fled to a hunter's cabin and lived for a while.

However, the good times didn't last long. It seemed that it was a wizard apprentice and a professional, and the two discovered her.

In the use of abilities that she is not familiar with, the two are like those wizards before, absorbed by her like pieces of jigsaw puzzles and put them together on her own body.

However, because of this situation, her personality, and her way of acting, seem to have undergone some changes.

Saving people, killing people, hunting monsters and beasts, hiding in hiding for a long time, she finally left.

"I hate the Hippocratic Oath that only emphasizes obligations, restraints, and unequal rights and obligations, but I am still a doctor."

"What I recite, and what I obey, is the oath of medical students."

"I don't have a god."

"I don't believe in God."

Amidst the hazy murmurs on her face, her face became more and more world-weary. At this moment, it seemed that she had reached the brink of explosion:

"Such a world needs to be destroyed and needs to be rebuilt."

"Create a new one."

"Build a utopia."

"Yes, a utopia."

"At least one **Steyr."

"Or an Irving Commune."

In the explosive and somewhat unstable emotions, her expression seemed to become firm and somewhat paranoid, as if the expressions and voices belonging to several people appeared on her face in turn:

"Before you die, play a little value."

"I need a mirror world."

It seemed that after a long time, she came to a "city".

A city with towering trees stands in the middle of the city.

However, at this moment, a woman in a gorgeous black dress and robe appeared.

People familiar with Yago.

"Black Butterfly" Veria.

Almost the moment he saw the black butterfly, she pounced on the opponent.

The short but fierce battle among countless insects and butterflies was over.

Just like before, she was pierced with countless holes, like a weaving net for hunting insects, blended with black butterflies.

ps: Well, things like poor information are also very difficult to solve (for me).

I didn't plan the foreshadowing thoroughly, on the one hand because these foreshadowings are related to each other, and on the other hand, because of my habit of setting the foreshadowing.

The part of the tree out of the ground represents clearly written words, and the underground veins represent unrevealed clues.

According to my self-observation, my writing is probably a tree with roots sticking out of the ground.

Multiple clues (referring to the bifurcation of roots exposed to the ground) point to one thing (this root is located underground, the bifurcation at the upper level), but this incident itself is the bifurcation of the higher root .

These forks are finally gathered together to form a main stem that has been exposed on the bright surface.

Because they are related to each other, unless you directly pull the main trunk and pull out the radish to bring out the mud, some things can be completely revealed.

This kind of ambush pen method is not common, but it's not uncommon.

The common foreshadowing is multi-plant type, that is, there are several small trees.

(Some authors have finished writing one thing, they will trim the extracted decimals and then bury them in the soil)

(How to put it, you should have seen that after the relevant clues of a plot are completely revealed, even after the boss is resolved, the boss is rewritten to write the plot, contact with other follow-up story bosses, and develop a new plot)

The parts of the tree exposed to the ground are clues, which correspond to the plots of several events.

After the small tree was pulled out, it was useless.

However, speaking of it is still a question of my level.

A plot can be used to ambush, set up suspense, or it can be used to shape characters, set off the atmosphere, and can also link the past and the next to promote the plot.

The more the role of this kind of plot at the same time, the smaller the share of the foreshadowing itself, the more difficult it is to detect, and it is not clear enough, and even after reading it all and knowing it all, when you look again, you will find it accidentally because of "knowing". This is foreshadowing.

But because of my habit, all the plots are stringed together into a single tree.

This situation causes one to be scraped, and all of it is scraped.

In order not to dig out other things, we can only omit some things, resulting in this situation where the foreshadowing is uncovered but not completely uncovered.

However, it's almost over. I don't need to worry about anything. I try to write down some things that can be omitted (it seems a bit nonsense). Maybe it should be clearer?

Speaking of this, I may have written incompletely when uncovering the foreshadowing in order to avoid repeated exposure of a clue, which caused some roots to be soiled when the whole story was pulled out.

After that, if there is anything that has not been revealed, remember to say it, I will write it out.

However, this is also a lesson. You cannot use this kind of story line in the next book. It is better to have multiple lines, and readers can read it without worry.