Chapter 94 Return to the Land of Dusk (Five)

The Prophet's sudden question stunned Qi Leren. He inherited the land of dusk? Just like Aya inherited the underground ant city?

"...Why choose me? My original power is not time." Qi Leren said.

"It is my wording that is wrong. It should be said that it is part of the inheritance of the dusk land." The prophet smiled. "For so many years, I have been studying the inheritance in the field. The inheritance method of the Dragon Ant Queen is not suitable for the dusk land, and the Holy See's method is also not good. I thought about it for a long time, until a few years ago, I had a new idea."

"In fact, it is also the inspiration given to me by the Demon King of Destruction. When he ascended the throne and crowned, he integrated his own realm with the Demon Realm and gained unprecedented power. So after his death, the Realm Realm did not collapse, but maintained it with one-third of his demon crystals, waiting for a new heir. The Demon Lord of Power has been looking for opportunities to steal this realm, but so far, her dream is still just a dream. The fusion of the Duskland and the world has been underway over the years. If I could still bring the Duskland from this coast to another corner of the world ten years ago, it is no longer possible. It is already an inseparable part of this world." The Prophet looked at the sunset quietly, and the smile on his lips made his face rendered by the sunset particularly gentle. "My idea is to support the Duskland with three different original forces."

"What kind of force is used to support it?" Qi Leren asked.

"Change, freeze and rebirth." said the Prophet, "You should have seen the half-field of the illusionist. He can change everything in the half-field at will, and creating illusions and visual illusions is his specialty."

Qi Leren nodded. He had indeed seen him. Once when he was training at Chen Baiqi's house, he opened a door, but what he saw was not the living room, but a Tyrannosaurus rex roaring at him more than ten meters high...

"Si Lin has rarely taken action since he took over as the acting CEO of the Tribunal. His half of his domain is a world of ice and snow. Now he maintains the ice and snow world under the Tribunal. Since... I was injured," said the prophet.

"Are you injured? When did it happen?" Qi Leren looked at him worriedly.

"That was a long time ago." The prophet's hand was placed on his chest, as if he was stroking a non-existent necklace. "I won't say this anymore. Le Ren, now I want to ask you, are you willing?"

Qi Leren couldn't answer it, and the worries in his heart made him ask the most concerned question: "If I inherited part of the dusk land, can I help Ning Zhou?"

The prophet chuckled: "You can throw him into the ice pool and freeze it before he goes crazy."

"No kidding, can he be separated from the original power of destruction?" Qi Leren asked.

The prophet looked at him quietly, with the divine mercy and helplessness flowing in his dark brown eyes: "If I can do it, why wouldn't I do it now?"

Qi Leren asked dejectedly: "What's the point of inheriting the dusk land?"

"It's no harm to you anyway. When your original power is strong enough and you condense your own realm, the land of dusk will be part of you." said the prophet.

"But there is a price, too." Qi Leren asked.

"Of course, you will gradually forget a lot of things. The original human desires gradually fade from your heart, leaving only the things you are most persistent..." said the prophet.

Qi Leren was silent for a long time.

The sunset lingers near the horizon and has not set for a long time. The entire beach and the sea are golden, beautiful and gorgeous, but empty. They are like ghosts wandering in the end, and in a stagnant time they feel that they have arrived at the other side of eternal life.

"Why choose me?" After a long time, Qi Leren asked such a question.

"Probably because I saw your soul," said the prophet.

"Does my soul look...especial...uh, pure?" Qi Leren said, feeling the word a little smearing and paused in discomfort.

The prophet shook his head: "Only children who have never experienced the sufferings of the world and do not know the difficulties of the world will have a pure soul. Untested kindness is precious, but it is not worthy of praise. Happy people, your soul is not like this."

Qi Leren felt a little curious: "What is that?"

The prophet looked at him, but his eyes seemed to see the depths of his soul through his skin: "Your soul is shaking. It is a soul full of cracks and will be broken at any time. But it is neither broken nor degenerate, but bravely breaks through obstacles and becomes stronger, which is worthy of praise."

Qi Leren was stunned and heard the prophet continue, "I told you to stop using SL techniques anymore. It is because this skill has been overdrawing your soul, and you have already felt it."

Qi Leren nodded silently.

"But you are lucky again. Every time you break through on the verge of breaking, and now your half-field has condensed. Although it is still very fragile, it has won you time." said the Prophet.

Qi Leren touched his forehead. Every time he woke up from a nightmare, the feeling of fatigue from his soul hinted at him, but sometimes, he had to drink poison to quench his thirst.

"Leren, you have a pair of beautiful eyes. The eyes you look at this world are gentle, you love this world. So I chose you. What about your answer?" asked the prophet.

Qileren could not answer.

Inheriting the Land of Dusk is a shortcut that ordinary people dream of. Just like Aya, who inherited the underground ant city, instantly leaped to the realm level. With such a field, he can at least persist in the monthly compulsory task with increasing difficulty for ten years.

One field, this is one field!

But such gifts come at a price.

"How much do you remember the past?" Qi Leren asked him.

"I can't remember what happened before coming to the nightmare world, and what happened before the realm of achievement was the same. At first, it was not so serious, but later some accidents... My power began to lose control frequently, and I spent more than half of my time sleeping in the ice pool to slow down the time passing by myself. The cage of this time protected me and protected this dusk land, otherwise even I would have been killed by a forced mission. I didn't care, and I didn't care about these things until one day, when I woke up from the ice pool, I could never remember my name again." The prophet looked at the sunset, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his calm tone, "No one knew anymore. Since I established the dusk land, they called me "Prophet", and no one knew my real name, including myself."

Everything about him no longer belongs to him, even his name.

When everyone began to call him a prophet, he was destined to be no longer the boy who would have begged Mary, who had never known each other in the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre, to take him to the underground Ant City.

A young man who wanted to go with the flow was pushed to the twilight coast by fate and established a shelter for mankind. From that day on, he was no longer responsible for his own life. He had an extraordinary mission and was destined to lose himself for this responsibility.

He even forgot his name.

At this moment, Qi Leren seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and he blurted out: "Zheng Nanxing, your name is Zheng Nanxing."

This familiar and unfamiliar name made the prophet look at him suddenly, and his astonished eyes made him look like the boy of that year.

"When I was in the underground Ant City, I happened to enter a memory of the will of the world and saw Mary when she first saw you," said Qi Leren.

The prophet murmured his name and asked, "What's the scene?"

"It was in the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre that you found Maria and asked her to take you to the underground Ant City. At that time, you introduced your name and I kept remembering it." said Qi Leren.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling, as if someone had arranged all this in the dark, allowing him to see that past history, witnessed the parting between Mary and the Demon King of Destruction, and also learned the name of a person who had forgotten his name.

"Zheng Nanxing... It turns out that I'm called this name." The prophet solemnly pronounced it once and suddenly laughed, "It turns out that this is my name."

Qi Le Ren felt sad.

The Prophet has done so much for those who live in this field, but what has he obtained himself?

He even forgot his name.

"Do you... think it's worth it? Will you regret it?" Qi Leren asked.

"Of course it's worth it." The prophet said with a smile, "but I will regret it."

This contradictory answer puzzled Qi Leren, but the prophet did not answer him anymore. He looked at Qi Leren quietly, waiting for his final answer.

The secret darkness and selfishness in my heart gained the upper hand at this moment. Qi Leren wanted to speak but stopped, and finally he mustered up the courage to say, "Prophet, I..."

"You don't want to." The prophet said lightly as if he had seen through his heart.

"Yes, I don't want to. If the price of strength is to gradually lose myself and forget the person I love, then I will lose the original intention of hard work. Sorry, there is a person in my heart who can't let go. He can't lose me, and I can't lose him." Qi Leren said.

The prophet looked at him with calm eyes: "So do you want to give up your love for this world for the sake of your love for someone?"

Ning Zhou's blue eyes appeared in Qi Leren's mind, and infinite love and tenderness filled his heart, making him unable to hold more.

So he said, "Yes, I love him more than I love the world."

His heart is too narrow to hold such a big world, and he can't protect so many people, he just wants to protect one person.
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