Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 79: Letter from Heaven
Dear Jeffreys Kidd:
I'm sorry that I kicked you out of the house in such an impolite way. In fact, I had no choice. To be honest, I really didn't dare to leave you here. If you were to do something irreparable in a moment of impulse, we would have to face the most desperate consequences, which I absolutely don't want to see. I hope you will leave far enough when that moment comes. I don't want your whereabouts to have any connection with this place at such a sensitive moment. The Supreme God is with you. Let him protect you and don't let the eyes of the gods in heaven notice you.
Oh, I forgot, the Most High God is not on our side, He will not be with us - never.
...Okay, I have to admit that the reason I kicked you out of the fortress so early wasn't entirely because of these reasons. The main reason was that I really didn't know how to say goodbye to you.
It has been almost three years since we first met, but I feel like you have been with me since the moment I became conscious. I still remember your righteous and silly look when we first met. Sometimes I regret that I should not have brought you into this complex world, but let you squander your passion and youth in adventures with those space travelers. If that were the case, maybe your life would be very short, but you might have retained your passion and persistence for this world.
You once had a simpler happiness in a simple world, but I took it away without your permission. For this, I have always wanted to say sorry to you in person, but the stupid self-esteem of an old troll does not allow me to do so. Now, I finally have a good opportunity:
I'm sorry, my friend, I'm really sorry.
In addition to saying sorry, I also want to say thank you. Thank you for appearing, making me no longer lonely in this world. You are like my brother, my clone, my eyes, ears and nose. Thank you for not being bored and repeating to me what you saw and heard outside. You know, you brought me not only wonderful stories, but also a brand new world. This world is not as small as the space in the fortress, nor as boring and tedious as the source world. Your world is alive, and the friends you know are all real souls, not the zombies I have seen who only know how to follow the rules.
Really, I have no way to repay you for all you have given me. How can anyone repay a benefactor with whom he has shared the world?
All I can do is just say "thank you" to you.
The soul, emotions and thoughts of life are really strange things. I have so many things I want to say to you, but I don’t know what to say.
I have said some things to you many times before, but I must say them to you again now - I promise this is the last time. I want to remind you that the powers you have learned from me are not tolerated by the gods. If you accidentally leak even a little bit, you will be destroyed in an instant. For this kind of power, you can never be too cautious when using it. My advice is that you'd better use it only for observation and learning, and never use it unless you are in real danger of life.
Sometimes it is hard for me to understand you and your race. You are ambitious and reckless. You never seem to be bound by any rules and always want to go your own way. In my spare time, I have read all the historical books that can be consulted in the Stone Fortress. I found that in the history of the continent, all the great men who have created brilliant achievements but eventually destroyed themselves were all human beings. You always have too much desire for power, but lack enough respect for this world. Perhaps you are the hands created by the gods to turn the pages of history, but sometimes, you turn the pages too fast.
I have a feeling, my friend, that you will never listen to my advice, and sooner or later you will forget what I said, but I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. You have amazing opportunities and talents, and I teach you these abilities. This may be the best thing I have done in my short or long life. If not, it is the worst thing.
In case the day comes when you are not fully prepared, and you lack the necessary means of protection from the power of the gods, I am giving you a gift - the hut I created to shelter you. In fact, it is the only thing I truly own in this world, and I am giving it to you.
In my spare time recently, I have been reinforcing my hut. Especially after we observed the special existence of those space-related people, the special passage gave me a lot of inspiration. I have been able to make this hut exist in this world as a "store" or "plug-in". Strictly speaking, it only relies on the energy of this world to exist, but it no longer belongs to this world. Even if the Supreme God uses his highest power to scan it, it is impossible to detect its location.
I have sent this gift to you in a special way through the address book in the adventure manual. I think you have received it now. It will be automatically activated after this letter is deleted, but it will only appear after you have triggered the punishment of the gods - never try to break my blockade, although you may have been able to do so. I only hope that this gift will be your last line of defense before your demise, but I don't want it to be your reliance on using power recklessly.
I would also like to point out that this cabin is no longer the one you have seen before. If you enter it, the space will be automatically locked, trapping you inside until you are able to decipher all the mysteries within and regain your freedom. Even I myself do not understand the source of many of the powers that make up this cabin - I just know that it can be used in this way.
But I guess that if you can really get out of it with your own strength, you may be able to protect yourself from the punishment of the gods.
Maybe you are curious about the source of those powers, and that is what I want to tell you. Maybe you don't know that after I drove you out of the fortress, I also did something risky - hey, young man, don't blame me for being too harsh on you and too indulgent on myself, you know, you don't have to take these risks, and even if I was discovered, it wouldn't make much difference if it was earlier or later, right?
Remember those strange characters that belonged only to the Skywalkers? At that time, we speculated that they might be the channel for them to transmit their souls, which might be true. The arrangement of those character programs was too meticulous, and I couldn't disassemble them at all, but I thought of another way. I secretly mounted the small device I made to monitor all fortress copies on the channel of a Skywalker.
Amazing discovery! Can you guess what I saw? I'll ask you to guess a hundred times, and you won't even get the hint.
You know what? I saw "out there"!
Don't get me wrong, what I saw was not the "outside" you mentioned, not the Falvi Continent outside the city gate! It was a strange, vast, and bizarre world. I boldly guessed: it should be another time and space plane, perhaps the origin of those space travelers !
You can't imagine what kind of world that is. That world is countless times larger than the world we live in. And the strange thing is that it seems to be a society made up entirely of you humans. Through that device, at least I have not seen any country composed of other intelligent life forms.
The strange thing is that although humans rule the world, it looks more like a world dominated by dwarfs and goblins. Those huge, smoking, strange machines made of steel can be seen everywhere. People there use these things to work, live, run, and even fly. This is the most interesting thing, a piece of steel with a strange shape that can fly in the sky! If I wasn’t afraid of being too dangerous, I really should let you see this scene with your own eyes!
However, the humans in that world have greatly degenerated. Like goblins and dwarves, they rely too much on machines and give up the training and polishing of their abilities. Most people there are ridiculously weak. I guess it would be hard for a dwarf girl wielding a rice shovel to find an opponent there. And the people there have all given up the power of magic - perhaps they can only combine magic and machines, but have no ability to use them directly.
The special secrets that make up part of that hut are what I inadvertently learned in the process. It's a pity that I don't have time to teach you all of them. They seem to be different from the fundamental laws that make up this world, but they are essentially the same. If I had enough time, I might be able to find more interesting things from them, but the bad thing is that I'm afraid I don't have much time.
I have never opened a copy alone as recklessly as I do now. I can walk alone in the fortress without worrying about being discovered by the eyes in the sky or being afraid of possible punishment from heaven. It feels really good. The sun is shining brightly, but it's a pity that I can only enjoy it by myself.
Oh, the countdown of the sacred warning from the Supreme God is almost over. I am sorry that I can no longer accompany you on your journey. Life is so lonely, please take care of yourself.
Your most loyal friend: Karlsson the troll witch doctor.
Oh, let me add one more thing. Do you think I would not have found the letter you hid in the castle? I have read the letter. Thank God you are not by my side. I would rather be stabbed by you than see an old troll crying pitifully. That would be too embarrassing! As for replying the letter, there is no need to do so. I will be very busy tomorrow and will not have time to write with you, a jerk.
Goodbye!
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When the first ray of sunlight in the east shone on me and made me feel my own consciousness, I found this letter on my communication board. It was the last message that old Carlson left me in this world.
It turns out that we all have such fragile lives. We all don’t know how to say goodbye to our friends in person, and we all choose letters to convey our final memories to each other.
After reading this letter, my first thought was to click the "Reply" button on the upper right corner of the letter. Whether old Carlson is here or not, I hope to send him my thoughts.
But I couldn't do it. The old troll was as cautious as ever, and there was no sender's name in my mail column. Even when I closed the letter, it was automatically deleted from my mail column.
I looked ahead and saw that the mountains in front of me had collapsed deeply. The place where the abandoned fortress was supposed to be had now been swallowed up by the endless sea. I had no idea where the original fortress was supposed to be on the sea surface now - I wasn't even sure if the place where I was had changed. Having lost my only coordinate, I didn't know where to look.
Did you just disappear like that, my friend? Just as you expected, without leaving any trace, as if you had never existed. I don't even know how to pay tribute to you, how to commemorate you.
I stood alone on the beach like a wandering soul, looking forward foolishly, thinking a lot in my mind, but it seemed that I couldn't think at all. I felt that my heart was very empty, and a trace of thoughts were hanging there, unable to find a place to land, but it seemed very full, so full that it couldn't be filled with more sorrow.
All around, many space travelers arrived one after another, cheering and shouting, celebrating this long-awaited day.
Some people dived into the sea and swam hard towards the distance until they could no longer turn back and drowned on the sea, becoming a floating corpse. Then they revived and swam back happily. Some buried themselves with sand on the beach, forming a grave-like sand dune, with only their head left outside. Some stripped themselves naked, leaving only a pair of underwear to cover their shame, and lay lazily on the beach basking in the sun, like a dead person looted by pirates.
Why are they happy? How can they be so cheerful? Do they know how many lives have been lost for this long-awaited change? Do they have no relatives? Do they have no friends? They go in and out of the town every day, walk through the streets and alleys, and buy goods in thousands of shops. Do they not have a few words with the owner of any of the shops, or have even a little good impression of them?
Yes, those natives are all rigid guys who move along a fixed trajectory. They won't say a word or make an extra move. Their every move is programmed like a machine. Their life structure is like this, lifeless, without thoughts, without fear, and ignoring death.
But aren't they living beings? Should they be sacrificed in the millions? What is all this for? To gain the pleasure and excitement of these space-gods? To demonstrate the incomparable power of the Supreme God? Or for some other more boring reason?
All this made me angry, and I suddenly felt a strong hatred for those people around me who were involved in the air. I really wanted to stab them to death one by one with my sword, and then find a way to eliminate their ability to resurrect, so that they could personally experience the death that was actually impossible to feel.
I want to tell them that all this that makes them cheer has caused the world to lose millions of lives. Perhaps most of them are puppets without thoughts or wisdom, but there is one exception. He has a soul, a brain, wisdom, independent consciousness and free will just like them. He is even more noble and wise than most of them. But now he has disappeared, forever, just because of a sudden whim of the Supreme God Daremos. And they, because of the favor of the gods, never have to worry about these. They only need to find happiness and excitement here, and then become the protagonists and heroes in countless adventure stories, without having to consider the cost of anything.
But, I didn't do anything after all. I just put away my adventure notes and left quietly. All this was not caused by them, nor was it their fault. To them, the world should be like this, and they don't have to bear any responsibility for this matter.
They are just a group of unwitting and innocent beneficiaries.
Behind me, the blue sea drifts in the wind, carrying my sad thoughts to an unknown distance.
