Four hundred years ago, in the New World.
Under the gloomy sky, a dim light shone through the gaps between the clouds, illuminating the gray waves in front of the reef.
Countless sharp reefs protruded from the shore into the sky in a disorderly manner. They were as sharp as blades, cutting the waves that surged up again and again.
Broken rails and charred sails floated up from the broken waves. Countless pieces of debris washed up to the shore, half buried in the sand.
More were taken away by the waves again.
They disappeared into the deep sea.
In the silence, there was a thin figure standing quietly on the shore.
Like a stone statue, waiting silently.
It was difficult to see his face, because his face was too handsome, and the light of the world could not illuminate it. He did not know how to look at the robe on his body, because the robe was too solemn, and his eyes could not bear it.
The only thing generously revealed between the sea and the sky was the cold and solemn white crown on his head. It was like the truth, like a miracle, like everything inconceivable.
It existed here, and it was real.
Then everything was like a dream, and it was difficult to show one's substance in front of it. One could only admit one's insignificance and humility.
In this seemingly eternal wait, the lonely King of the White Crown stood silently on the edge of the sea, quietly staring into the distance, watching countless ships sailing in the stormy waves, countless people chanting their names, countless people shouting in despair or piously praying.
But he did not help them because of their piety, nor did he punish them because of their rebellion and arrogance.
He just waited.
Amidst the murky waves, a few broken sampans staggered forward and crawled pathetically to the shore.
The victims soaked in the water were pale, holding the reef in front of them with difficulty, crawling on the sharp edge, letting their bodies be cut, gasping for breath.
They looked sadly behind them.
The huge fleet stopped on the surface of the sea, the raging fire burning vigorously, and tragic screams and wails could be heard. After a long, long time, they all sank to the point where they were only one step away from salvation.
The old survivors lowered their heads, and tears flowed down their faces behind mottled white hair, but they did not dare to look.
Instead, they lowered their heads and knelt in the turbid waves, kowtowing piously, crawling forward inch by inch, at the feet of the supreme existence.
"Please have mercy, the supreme King of the White Crown …"
The tearful guide raised his head and prayed for the god's mercy.
So, the King of the White Crown looked down, but there was no fluctuation in his calm eyes, "Peter of the Campbell clan, Simon of the Russell clan, Garcia of the Jackson clan, Haywood of the Cape clan …"
At this point, he pointed out the names of those who had bowed their heads one by one. The supreme existence then softly asked: 「 Why have you come? 」
"To have an audience and pay tribute."
The old man kowtowed again, and his tears fell into the gravel, dissolving silently, "We … We want to offer you everything, everything we have … Great supreme king, we came with our entire clan and gave everything, but now … but now …"
"Other than the traitor Helsing clan, who has become the god's lackey, our sixteen vampire clans, hundreds of elites and thousands of clansmen, the wealth and family property that we have accumulated for thousands of years, everything has been buried in this cold storm under the god's wrath …"
He said, "Now, other than the lives of the fourteen of us, we have nothing to offer you."
In the silence, the King of the White Crown listened indifferently, but he did not speak. Only the old men trembled and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging humbly.
Until he spoke, "Then offer sacrifice."
The guide was stunned, and then, as if he had been granted amnesty, he turned around and waved behind him. Then, someone went forward on his knees, holding a small swaddling cloth, and placed the sleeping baby at the feet of the King of Pure White.
In his deep sleep, the small baby sucked his fingers sweetly, as if he was immersed in a beautiful dream.
The old men raised their heads expectantly, looking up at the King of the White Crown's face, ignoring the cold majesty that stung their eyes, and tears of blood slowly flowed down.
After a long time, the King of the White Crown nodded slightly, "Yes."
Then, the old men laughed, as if they had been released, and respectfully kowtowed before the supreme king, praising his kindness and grace.
The guide at the front took out a sharp knife from his arms, raised it devoutly, and pierced it into his own chest.
Blood flowed out.
He closed his eyes in satisfaction, handed the handle of the knife to the person behind him, and then silently turned into ashes.
Then, the second old man came forward, knelt, offered his blood, and disappeared in the wind.
One after another.
In the end, the old woman pierced the blood-soaked knife into her heart, but the merciless death did not come. She was stunned for a moment, and then stabbed again in fear, but her life continued.
"Don't be afraid, I have accepted your sacrifice."
The King of the White Crown calmly instructed, "One day, I will collect it from you, but not now."
He said, "You have a more important mission, you have to continue to exist."
"It is my honor … Please give me your enlightenment."
In such a gift and generosity, the old woman shed tears of gratitude, kowtowed devoutly, and waited for the king's edict.
"Take this child to the east," the King of the White Crown said.
The White Crown King said, "Go to the place where the golden bull stands. That is the promised land that I gave you."
"You have to raise him, tell him the sacrifice and piety you have offered today, and also tell him that the old blood has flowed out today, but new blood will multiply endlessly, because in the future, the blood of the whole world will come here.
You have lost your people, but new people will be born. The wealth you have lost today, you will gain ten thousand times or more in the future. "
The King of the White Crown declared, "This is my agreement with you, go and engrave it on the stone foundation of the golden bull. As long as the golden bull exists, your prosperity will be indestructible."
So, in the midst of the devout praise, the old woman picked up the baby, kowtowed, and walked towards the east.
She disappeared into the wilderness.
Everything returned to silence.
But the long wait continued on.
Countless people came, countless people kowtowed, and countless people left with redemption.
From beginning to end, the King of the White Crown calmly witnessed everything.
Until a long time later, in the fog on the distant sea, a small lifeboat drifted over, carrying the girl who should not have existed.
On that illusory face, the King of the White Crown's eyes seemed to look up, and then he understood.
"A new branch of the matter?"
He commented indifferently. "You have created a fantasy that should never have appeared, and deliberately created a future that should not have existed … Whose arrangement is this?"
Behind him, three figures appeared.
An old man, a woman in black, and a middle-aged man with glasses, who should not have existed here, bowed with their hands on their chests, and paid their respects to the King of the White Crown.
The King of the White Crown glanced at them indifferently, and his tone became mocking.
“DM？ What could be gained from endless risks and staking everything on a single bet? Utopia? "
The old man's face was calm, and his eyes were lowered.
“ST？ Can the eternal darkness and the undercurrent struggle lead to a bright future in scheming? "
The woman in the black robe did not speak, and her smile did not change.
“KP？ What are you pursuing? Knowledge beyond human knowledge? Wisdom beyond human wisdom? "
The King of the White Crown easily saw through the nature of the newcomers, and his arrogance was not concealed. "Knowledge beyond human knowledge is no inspiration to humans, and wisdom beyond human wisdom is useless to humans.
When courage is exhausted, there is nothing at the end of fear. "
"What you seek is an illusion, and what you get is only nothingness. The so-called 'Kingdom of Heaven' is such a meaningless place! "
"But this is our mission, isn't it?"
The newcomers spoke, and the three voices overlapped. "The end of the eternal search must have meaning."
The King of the White Crown raised his eyebrows, and after a long time, he indifferently retracted his gaze. "Then, what have the guests from the other timeline brought me?"
"A possibility."
The DM said, "A possibility of saving."
"What are we taking away?"
ST said, "A hope to avoid repeating the same mistakes."
After a short moment of silence, the King of the White Crown nodded. "A fair trade."
He reached out his hand.
Thus, the three opened their palms, and the three broken pages overlapped, turning into an ancient scroll, and fell into the hands of the White Crown King.
From the silent surging of the waves, the majestic figure dissipated into the void.
No, it should be said that they were sent out of their own domain by the White Crown King.
There was also the lifeboat that was slowly approaching the shore.
On the boat, the girl who was soaked in the waves woke up from her drowsiness, opened her sleepy eyes, and stared at this strange world.
It was cold and dark, cruel as if there was no warmth.
"She's cold," ST said with pity.
He took off a pitch-black robe from his body and gently wrapped it around the girl's shoulders.
"Yes, thirsty and hungry." The DM sighed and lit a bonfire. The soup on the fire boiled, and the fish was already crispy.
"And lonely and painful."
KP waved his hand, and the dark clouds dispersed. The turbid waves were clear, and the bright sun shone between the sea and the sky. Clusters of green plants and flowers grew out of the sharp crevices, and the world was beautiful.
The girl looked at them blankly, and shrank back in fear, holding the broken axe blade in her arms. "Who are you?"
"The people who came to greet you." ST stared at her gently. "Like you, guests who don't belong here."
The DM nodded. "Like you, they belong to the fantasy that doesn't exist in reality."
KP shrugged. "They are essentially the same, phantoms that don't live in the world."
The spirits that only existed in records and rumors said so, staring at the girl in front of them, their eyes warm and gentle. "But you are different from us."
"Yes, not bound by the mission."
"With freedom and a future, with possibilities."
ST reached out and gently pulled her up, leading her to the bonfire to feel the warmth.
"You … are here for me?"
Lily couldn't believe it.
"To be exact, I took credit for accurately intercepting your records and creating the path to this fictitious branch," KP said proudly. Noticing the fierce glances of his two companions, he suddenly smiled awkwardly. "Well, there were some accidents in the middle, but in short, the result is perfect. Yes, perfect."
In the end, he shut up in embarrassment.
ST said, "I brought you the frankincense."
She opened her five fingers, revealing the pure white and crystal-clear cream, carrying a pure prayer.
"I brought gold," the DM said.
Since he took out a box from his arms, in the opened box, the gorgeous metal shone like the brilliance of the Philosopher's Stone, showing the inextinguishable faith.
"Cough, cough, powder."
KP took out a string of amber in a hurry. The amber reflected the light of the fire, like a mind that bloomed after being tempered.
Here, he gave her a prayer that brought miracles, so that she could return to reality from nothingness.
Then, he gave her an inextinguishable faith, so that she would not be lost in the countless complicated things.
Finally, he gave her a firm mind, so that she could walk to the end of this dream-like mortal world.
So, illusion and reality were reversed here, and the boundary between fantasy and reality was overturned.
With a record of nothingness, an unknown branch and hypothesis was derived from the history of four hundred years ago. The past gradually changed in many legends and anecdotes, forming a completely different story.
A story that was passed down four hundred years later.
In a trance, the girl seemed to understand something and looked at them in a daze.
"Am I … fictitious?" she asked softly. "Fake?"
"You will exist."
The sage who came in the opposite direction said, "The child who denied the miracle and the saintess who denied the abyss, the soul that originated from nothingness, the pure person — Hila, your existence is the proof of this miracle."
They stared at the girl and brought a new fate. "In the distant future, there will be another story about hell and heaven to be told again."
"And you will become a human."
"Become a legend, a spirit of things."
"Become the creator, and far surpass us!"
"Go and witness all of this."
They said, "From this moment onwards."
This was the beginning of this story in the distant past.
[The Beginning]
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