"To be honest, although my life has been smooth sailing ever since I met you, I never imagined that it would be this smooth sailing."
"Smooth sailing? I don't think so. What you see is you, but it's only because you haven't encountered any obstacles. In fact, the two of us have experienced a lot of stumbling and stumbling our way here. Now that we look more relaxed, it's because the two of us have put in so much effort before. "
Jon said.
But Cecatly's expression suddenly changed when she looked at him.
"Don't tell me you're going to say that …" She paused for a moment, then said in unison with Jon, "You have to work very hard to make it look so effortless."
This strange tacit understanding between them was truly … It required enough interaction and communication to achieve this. Moreover, it was not possible for ordinary people to interact with each other. It had to be two people who were essentially the same.
"I've had enough of your chicken soup. When motivation reaches a certain point, I feel disgusted," Cecatly said with a smile.
At this moment, the other three members of the team were strolling around. They were mainly on alert to see if anyone was coming. As for Cecatly, she was building a house in the middle of the training ground.
Or rather, she was using magic to create a house.
After taking over the training ground, Cecatly, as the leader of the entire team, unsurprisingly obtained the authority to control everything in the training ground.
Of course, this authority did not mean that she could turn the training ground into her personal territory — just like how Jon used his force field to assimilate the training ground in the Hogwarts — and then attack others. That was impossible. Otherwise, when they were attacking earlier, they would have had to bear the brunt of the force field. Those people hiding in the dark would not have been found and killed by Jon one by one while casting spells.
In the training ground, Cecatly only had the absolute authority to create. The previous person had used this authority to create a gray barrier and various colored obstacles. But Cecatly obviously did not think so. She dispersed the dark substance, leaving only an invisible barrier of air as protection. Then, she began working hard to restore the training ground to its original appearance in the Hogwarts.
Back then, the training ground was created by Dumbledore using magic. Now, Jon was in charge of telling Cecatly where to build what.
Back to the authority to create.
Unlike the construction magic used by Dumbledore, the magic used by Dumbledore was still summoning magic. It required the materials to be summoned first and then modified with magic.
And this authority to create did not require any materials. The things it created were more like they were created out of thin air. They were expanded from fantasy nothingness into real objects.
The most direct manifestation was this authority, which reflected the strength of the master of this world.
Even the current Helga had to follow the rules of the growth of all things. First, he had to get the seeds, and then let them take root and germinate into an elemental existence. This kind of supplement was drawn from the real world. But now, Osiris could not draw any supplement from this world. He could only create things out of thin air.
The gap between the two of them was reflected in this.
Helga could not create things out of thin air. But not only could Osiris, he could also transfer this authority to others.
For the Underworld King Osiris, he was now the master of this small world. Although he was an unregistered resident, in this small world, his power had not been stripped away.
The ability to transfer power was not a particularly powerful skill, but considering that there were many similar places in the whole world now, this kind of consumption was considerable.
The foundation of the veteran gods was vividly displayed at this moment.
And what Cecatly was doing now was as easy as Jon making a chair made of vines in the world of Helga's Demon Fairy Castle.
As long as the Lord God of this world bestowed this kind of power, then the person who wielded this kind of power could do whatever he or she wanted to do.
Of course, there was a limit.
But even so, this was already very good.
"In fact, I can roughly understand what he is thinking now," Cecatly said as she moved. "He hopes that through these ten thousand people who come in, as they continue to master power beyond their original level of life, they will evolve some possibilities that he originally did not think of."
"So it's just catching monkeys?"
Jon sat on the branch of a tree and ate an apple – something that looked like an apple.
"Put a group of monkeys together and let them type on the computer. One day, they will be able to type out a very good book. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes, that's what I mean. Although he is a god, the power of an individual is ultimately limited. Humans are the most wonderful creatures in this world. The commonality between them and the gods is very valuable.
But I have never understood one thing. With the wisdom of O … Hades, he would not have this kind of idea. You should know that he used to be an insufferably arrogant king. He was the kind of person who thought that he was smarter than everyone in the world. How could he suddenly have the idea of borrowing the power of others? "
"It's hard to say. After all, the divine system has been declining for so many years. It's inevitable that there will be some growth."
Although that was what he said, Jon obviously did not have much confidence in this guess.
"Listen to yourself. Your tone is very weak. For a god of that level, what's the difference between three thousand years and three years for us?
Not to mention, during this period, he spent more than half of his time sleeping. Even when he painstakingly wanted to rebuild the divine system, he used some superior methods, such as giving dreams to his believers. How could such an existence suddenly change his mind? "
"I think you are thinking a little too much," Jon actually did not quite agree with Cecatly's idea. Because sometimes, thinking too much meant that more effort was spent. Even the bloodline of the gods could not be so exhausting. Furthermore, using one's own ability to guess the behavior of a god was not a particularly wise choice. "No one can guarantee that he did not change anything. Even when you communicated with him before, you only communicated with him twice. You did not even see his real body, so how can you make a judgment based on some imaginary things?"
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