The huge giant sat there and played with the mountain peak in his hand. There was a mellow smile on his simple face, just like a child playing with his favorite toy.
Titan Wood didn't do anything. The platinum giant was like a ten-thousand-year process, shaping this world with his hands.
The grotesquely shaped mountain peaks had already been carved into huge human statues.
The grey-bearded old man with a huge wooden staff was sitting cross-legged with his head lowered, deep in thought. He was surrounded by all kinds of stone slabs and wooden books. The most attractive thing was that there were no pupils in his eyes. Instead, there were stars.
Although he was a statue that couldn't move, looking at him, one could feel that he would smile and look up at the sky in the next moment. Just by looking at him, one could feel his harmony and wisdom.
The young king held thunder and lightning in his hand, surrounded by clouds and thunder. He was fully armed and sat expressionlessly at the end of the throne. Below him, faceless knights bowed their heads and saluted him, except for one.
Above the clouds was his kingdom, and below the clouds were the mortal races that were like specks of stars.
A brother and a sister with similar faces didn't get along well with each other.
The younger sister, who was dressed as a dancer, was leaping and dancing above the sea of fire. The purity of a young girl and the charm of a woman were mixed together. Her movements were simple and full of power. The legendary sculpting skills made the most beautiful moment of leaping forever.
Only her eyes, which were burning with anger, were venting her emotions. This was definitely not a woman who was easy to deal with.
The target of her hostility was a gentle middle-aged man with a mustache. Judging from the similar face, it was obvious that he was her elder brother.
Unlike the other human statues, the lower half of this middle-aged man's body was integrated into the sea.
Yes, it was integrated, not entered. People who witnessed this scene would subconsciously think that he was the sea.
What left a deep impression on him was the ocean itself.
The waves formed by the sea turned into faces. There were people, beasts, demons, and even evil gods. Each of them was like an independent living individual, but each of them was like a part of the sea. Together, they formed this great whole.
The four sculptures were more like four groups of sculptures.
Around these four sculptures, there were a few small sculptures scattered around. Most of them were around one of the sculptures, obviously in a subordinate position.
However, it was obvious that they were all powerful figures. After all, even Titan Wood, who was undefeatable, didn't have an independent sculpture.
Rorschach saw the face of the creator Titan Wood among the knights under the command of the Sky King. Titan Wood was the only knight with a face.
Wood, who had been invited, stepped on the clouds and climbed up the mountain lightly. He used the most common rock to turn it into the courtyard of the gods in just two days........
The Great One was minding his own business. He didn't care how many people were watching him. Even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer. He looked at the creatures and individuals around him as if they were unimportant pebbles.
"What I want to do has nothing to do with you. You don't need to understand."
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Under such circumstances, even Rorschach, who was the one who invited Wood, wondered if there was something wrong with his invitation.
According to the plan, Rorschach asked Titan Wood to appraise these fledglings … Then, he regretted it.
"Will they die?"
Rorschach covered his face helplessly. The surrounding square was filled with young people lying on the ground.
They fell into a long sleep because Titan Wood took a look at them at Rorschach's invitation.
Titan Wood didn't reject Rorschach's request. In fact, ever since he entrusted the mixed-blood Titan to be trained by the Game Church, Wood didn't reject any of Rorschach's requests.
"No, I only brought them into my dreamscape, my world, just like what happened to you back then. Perhaps they will be able to awaken their soul power and guide them in the direction most suitable for them. At worst, they will just sleep for nothing. This is one of the innate abilities of our race to create inferior races, and it is also a kind of blessing. "
Hearing such an answer, Rorschach could only sigh helplessly.
He knew about this ability before. Back then, he had inexplicably advanced in this way.
"Being able to walk into my dream allowed me to confirm your uniqueness. They can't maintain their sense of self in the dream like you. They might not be able to gain anything, but there shouldn't be any repercussions. "
The other party obviously had good intentions. After using that ability, he even looked tired. Time was limited, so it was a good thing that these apprentices could be slightly stronger.
But in the next moment, his expression became strange.
"… Then how long will they sleep for? Will they be fine if they just leave them here? I mean, will they starve to death? "
"… Mortals are really weak."
After waiting for a long time, the giant replied with this sentence. Then, he continued to knock on his stone.
Obviously, the giant didn't even consider this question. Would a mineral lifeform like the Titan need to eat, drink, and poop? Even if he did, it wouldn't be at the level of mortals.
What else could Rorschach say? He had to quickly remedy the situation.
Fortunately, not only was the city on Mount Sainte not abandoned, it was even more prosperous as the Harlet Wasteland was developed.
With a city, there would be a population, a social structure, and the evil of money. As long as you were willing to pay, you would have everything.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the tubes were inserted, and the medicine was fed. At least for a short period of time, there wouldn't be any problems.
After Rorschach repeatedly confirmed, Wood also came to the conclusion that "these weak lifeforms can't even last seven sunrises and sunsets." That was why everyone didn't go crazy.
With these "medicine bottles" dragging them down, Rorschach didn't have to do anything else. He just had to stay on Mount Sainte and guard it.
But it wasn't without benefits. He had only stayed on the mountain for two days, and he unexpectedly gained a lot.
"… Perhaps, we've all underestimated this city."
Mount Sainte was once the most important stronghold in the Harlet Wasteland.
Before the Aishi People succeeded in building a city, this was the only populated place in the entire Wasteland.
And with the development of the Wasteland, this place became the frontline base for exploring the No Man's Land, and the best airport in the entire Wasteland.
But with the rise of Vila Nova Dônia, the No Man's Land gradually became more populated, and its importance decreased. The various large churches transferred their permanent manpower to more important places.
The Seymour people themselves gradually left the old Mount Sainte. With the collapse of the primitive faith, the number of people who came to worship each year sharply decreased. It seemed to become more and more marginalized.
But after only staying here for two days, Rorschach found that it was much more prosperous than before.
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