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Just a human being, he thought about it—before he named himself "Jesse Dylan."
Jesse himself has no special interest in human beings, it is just a young race that has been around for less than ten thousand years. They're like ants or bees, but together they have the potential to create something surprising.
But only this.
He watches everything, and at his whim will create a little natural disaster or a good harvest, and adjust the distribution of the various intelligent races. A large number of intelligent races are the main source of spellcasters, so that they will not be crowded into piles, which will reduce their "rations". As for the fate of individual individuals, he would never worry about it, let alone intervene directly.
It's only a moment after all.
Each intelligent race will set its own countless rules, virtue and vice, sacred and dirty. He just watched with interest as those laws were constantly being changed and rewritten over time.
Those insignificant beings kept multiplying, fighting, loving, hating, and struggling to survive from the rubble. They have founded countless religions, embraced powerful magic, and sacrificed food, fruit, prey, or enemies, compatriots, or even themselves to the gods they imagined.
But I don't need those. Jesse just needs those bubbling creatures to do two things—continue to develop spells, use spells, and by the way create a more splendid civilization.
In this way, you will not feel hungry because of insufficient energy feedback. Although it is not a big deal to be hungry for a meal or two, the satisfaction of being full makes him more happy.
For some individuals, Jesse will occasionally calculate their fate, completely random, as a pastime. And most of the results are unpredictable and ordinary, the most special ones are at most brave or kings, and then die surrounded by wealth and power. Sleepy dragons are more interesting from this angle. Humans have extremely short lifespans, and a little accident is enough to kill them.
Noticing Adrian Cross for the first time, Jesse didn't have the slightest hope. A human cub, foolishly walking the path of inevitable death. According to his own calculations, if he stayed where he was and picked up the axe and devoured the corpse like his peers, there might still be a little chance of being rescued.
An uncommon idiot.
But he casually calculated the seemingly short life of the human boy, and his interest suddenly increased a lot.
Young Adrian Cross was doomed to die on this snowy night, and there was no solution. But he has a very high possibility to fundamentally affect the fate of the entire surface. That's not the "human world" effect of being a human hero to end wars, or to unify all human nations.
Contradictory and interesting results.
Jesse couldn't help but draw a little attention and began to look at him seriously with interest.
The sky covered by the blizzard is getting darker and darker, the possibility of the death of that human being is still 100%, and the possibility of affecting the surface is slowly decreasing. It seems that it will not be a skeleton that will affect the fate of the surface, it must be the surviving Adrian Cross.
Maybe she should just let him die, Jesse thought. But the surface had not changed significantly in thousands of years, and he was bored to death, and he was a little curious.
It was just a fragile human being, logically, completely under his control. If it is just to let him out of his calculation range, it shouldn't be too much of a threat.
Jesse didn't hesitate long enough to get the answer "It's more important to have fun." He separated a little bit of flesh and blood from his body, threw it on the surface, turned it into a form that humans could accept, and then put his own consciousness into it.
This is the first time he has rescued Adrian Cross.
This unaccompanied human has gradually become stronger. Since it is no longer possible to calculate the fate of the other party, Jesse must take a second look from time to time to make sure that this guy is still alive-since he is alive, according to his own experience, the possibility of the other party changing the fate of the surface is unlikely. will disappear so easily.
The abnormality of Adrian Cross was discovered after he rescued him for the first time.
Adrian Cross is amazingly talented. Jesse could sense the dotted, flickering power feedback on the surface, and Cross was the brightest among them. But his state is very unnatural—
That star doesn't twinkle.
Magical trade requests are initiated by spirits and are also influenced by spirits. No matter how devout a believer is, there will be a moment of doubt about the world, a shake of faith, and it will cause a little momentary flicker. From religious leaders to atheists. They are always shaken - shaken for the gods, shaken for themselves.
But the star that belonged to Adrian Cross has never flickered since it became dazzling.
This was not the human he was familiar with, and Jesse suddenly found a target for himself to relieve his boredom. He paid attention to the star in his head with interest, waiting eagerly for it to twinkle, and then went to check on Clos's recent situation.
Cross became the Judge Knight Commander.
Clos was dubbed "the morning star of the glow".
Cross travels to the frontier to take part in the battle for the Dragon's Breath Mines. As the flesh and blood flew, Jesse was able to spy on Willard's plan - to detonate the Dragon's Breath Stone and completely destroy the elite of the Knights of Judgment.
This can't be done, he hasn't waited for Cross to shake. It is necessary to let Kloss survive, but once Kloss joins the battle, he will no longer have the ability to accurately calculate everything.
But he understands human beings, which can also be used as a means of triggering flickering.
Jesse sat on the spire of the Dragon's Breath Mine, chewing the sweet grass roots in his mouth briskly, and stopped responding to the star's request.
Finding that Adrian Cross had lost his power, Willard felt distressed about the dragon's breath stone vein that was about to explode, and immediately decided to fight for this precious resource.
This is the second time he has pulled Cross from the brink of death.
Immediately restoring the opponent's power will make people suspicious, and it may be that he will be dealt with within the Rad Cult. Jesse, on the other hand, also wanted to see how the helpless star would react—
It still doesn't flicker.
Jesse wasn't quite sure whether to be satisfied or disappointed.
What happened next was even more interesting. Cross was locked up in Garland's dungeon, and he hadn't figured out how to get him out naturally. Nemo Wright took over the task of taking over the former Judge Knight Commander.
Son of Flint Lopez, Alban's royal descendant, and the will of "The One".
It's like taking apart a palm-sized magic candy box, only to have a torrent of treats sprayed from it. Jesse almost immediately thought of the next course of action - not only could he use their actions to rescue Adrian, but he could even find a chance to infiltrate this interesting team, get up close to his own stars, and watch the excitement by the way. After all, the opportunity is really rare, and it will definitely add a lot of fun to his life.
Now that the will of the "Demon King" has come to the ground, Jesse can basically guess what will happen next. Timely entertainment has always been one of his principles.
This is the third time he has used some tricks to take the opponent away from death.
He thought there would be a fourth time.
Adrian Cross didn't shake for half a second until his breathing stopped. People always say that religion and love make people crazy, but he doesn't move. Obviously there is not much fun in the short life, the knight has neither fallen because of lust nor gave up his faith because he can't get a response.
Even dying to protect "Jesse Dillon", how ironic.
Lose yourself. It should be the end of the story, Jesse thought. Another tiny blister pops and disappears, as humans always do.
But he was so unpleasant that he couldn't even force a fake smile.
Adrian Cross occasionally made him forget how short humans are, and even if he knew his inhuman strength, the Knight Commander of Judgment remained the same. Cross did not scorn or look up, but only occasionally curved his mouth at himself.
Stupid people have absolutely no idea what they are facing.
Standing at the entrance of the abyss, Jesse Dillon, who had just woken up, grinded his teeth, feeling more aggrieved the more he thought about it. Fortunately, he has a very good vent object.
"...Just ask everyone to see your gods."
It was originally to let these fragile little things relax their minds and reproduce more safely, so he specially concealed his own body. And he's in a bad mood now.
Jesse pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and rubbed the blood on her fingertips. He stared coldly at the fanatic in front of him, his expression becoming more and more blank.
At the moment when Jesse Dylan's voice fell, as always, no one was willing to buy the account of the infamous "Jesse the Viper".
What an arrogant madman, thought the Radish mage. He instinctively opened his mouth to throw out a few angry sentences. But then he couldn't say anything—
Today's weather is very good, just a second ago, there was not a single cloud above the blue and clear sky.
It should be.
The sky disappeared, and in its place was a monster that kept changing and twisting.
He couldn't describe the thing accurately in words. It completely covered the sky, and the edge stretched all the way to the horizon, as if the whole world was wrapped. The monster that replaced the sky was dim, almost black, and every part was twisting and surging. Like a vortex of nightmares, pale corpses, and oceans.
But the sun was shining, as if the world had made some kind of creepy mistake in its presentation. The top of the head was clearly dark, but the warm light passed through the monster's body eerily, laying on the ground normally, as if the ground itself was glowing.
This is not normal, so abnormal.
The mage took a half step back, his face pale, and the sweat dripping down his cheeks.
"You questioned God just now, about four seconds. Am I right?" the last member of the Tumbleweed whispered diabolically.
The mage couldn't answer, he opened his mouth slightly, and his mind couldn't accept the scene in front of him for a while. He should have scolded each other, he should have knelt down and prayed, but his muscles were tense and he couldn't move.
What exactly is the "people" in front of you
Countless shimmering, bizarre slender limbs dangled from the monster that covered the sky, and the water plants in the stream danced in the air. They shimmered white, and Jesse Dillon was especially crowded around them.
"It's so sad, after all you keep claiming to love me to the death." Jesse fiddled with the slender limb closest to him, "you should be honored that the god who provides you with magic is willing to be seen by you—and It's so disrespectful for you all to stand with your necks crossed."
Far above their heads, the approaching black behemoth wriggled even faster.
"Devil." The mage struggled to squeeze a word out of his dry throat. The whole person succumbed to the instinct of the creature, shaking almost unable to stand under the pressure of the heavy momentum.
Jesse looked up, laughing out loud among the countless twisting and terrifying slender limbs.
"Sure enough, you never surprise me. I haven't done anything yet, and you gave me this definition—wait for me to do it later, wouldn't you have no words to use."
He raised his chin eagerly: "It's okay, it's okay. After all, when I eat cake, I like to save the strawberries for the last type. Well, I think about it, let's start with you."
After saying that, Jesse turned his head and casually nodded to the team of Mooney believers.
At this moment, the reconnaissance team has long been scattered. The Mooneys looked up at the sky in horror as they shrank their bodies in that almost crowded malice, in a somewhat comical pose.
"It was done by the commander and the Radians," one of the men, who was still a little sane, emphasized loudly. "It's their internal conflict, isn't it? We're innocent! Innocent! Please..."
"When we rescued you together below, you didn't seem to think that it was an 'internal affair of the Rudd Church'." Jesse bared his teeth, "and just now, none of you said a single word to him—shh, Don't lie to God, I'm watching you all the time."
Jesse Dillon's pretty face twisted slightly: "Sure, I understand, I understand. Because we're 'right to protect you,' isn't it? As for the fight after that, oops, it's Rad anyway. Teach yourself shit. No one's going to blame you, at least not humans... but I think you guys got one thing wrong."
The creepy smile returned to his face again: "Human norms, what does it have to do with me?"
"No, no! If you do, our leader will not be unresponsive—"
Beneath the huge monster, people desperately avoided the thin limbs they could see but couldn't touch, crying in fear and gasping for breath.
"Take it easy, as I said, I like to start with the least attractive parts. It's right to save your lives, it's right to follow your rules of the game, and so is the use of powerful surface magic by divine grace. Rightfully so. Much glory to God? Almost to yourselves."
Jesse snapped her fingers, her smile distorted.
"Guys, say goodbye to your great magic - you ignore my precious death, and I don't want to deal with you anymore. How? Is this decision equally 'justified'?"
The Radish wizard struggled to suppress his fear, twisting his neck with difficulty. The followers of Mooney are as fanatical as they are, and no matter what Jesse Dylan does, they should swear that "devil". The other party cannot be a god, he must have cut off the grace of God through some means...
There was silence.
Followed by the howling that made people's hair stand on end, the magical fluctuations unique to the strong disappeared instantly, the faces of the believers of the Mooney religion were gray, and their heavy and rapid breathing was filled with despair.
No one spoke.
No, the mage struggled to look away from the terrifying monster overhead.
Not so. They can't have only one god, let alone be...
"And then there's you, our dear Commander. You gave the order, right? If you agreed to wait a while, not even the brainless guys would dare to do it in the open. I think about it, I think about it... hmmm , because Ed is human, and humans don't have much to offer. I can understand your contempt for them, because I can't speak of liking them."
The dwarf commander shook his beard, his giant eyes rolled up, and stared straight at the strange life above. He waited for Jesse to approach, and without hesitation he tossed the scroll that had already been fired in his pocket.
Jesse caught it, and the scroll that should have exploded instantly turned to dust.
"'Vulcan Mansfield's breath'? Come on, my breath isn't that fragile. Oh, I forgot, I don't actually do much breathing at all."
"You can fool those idiots, just a group of humans." Lugo finally pulled his eyes back, "You can't fool me. I don't know what tricks you played, but I have walked the abyss for so many years, and I have already made sacrifices. Enlightenment. As for the loss of strength? Maybe the group of humans will care about your little tricks, but we value wisdom and experience more! I am not afraid of death, and even if I lose my mind, my compatriots will not turn my back on me!"
His shrill voice was trembling, furious.
"Lord Mansfield, the god of fire, will never abandon his people easily!"
"Well said." Jesse whistled, "I'll just dump you—oh, I've been wanting to try this for a long time. Don't be nervous, you're getting old too, and enjoy your old age. "
For the first time, the Radish mage let out a dreadful whimper from his throat.
He could feel that the magical breath was quickly leaving the one-eyed dwarf's body. Different from the "disappear immediately" that Mooney taught the group of people, a complete and slender magic circuit shook slightly in the air and was directly stripped out of the dwarf's body.
There was no splattered flesh, but the dwarf let out a shriek of disbelief. As the other one-eyed dwarves watched, his body began to turn black, and clumps of bone spurs sprang from his joints. The giant yellow eyes turned crimson, and the originally hunched spine twisted even more.
A faint demonic breath spread out.
"I'll return you to your original master." Jesse announced coldly, "but since you ordered Ed to be executed, as a companion, that one may not be willing to accept you, let alone help you repair the abyss loop."
"Vulcan Mansfield hates demons. Well, I think about it... In the face of a demon who is familiar with the knowledge and hometown of the one-eyed dwarf, and has countless experience in exploring the abyss, the followers of the Vulcan will definitely give you the highest respect and let you enjoy it. old age."
"You think it's troublesome to meddle in human affairs and kill it. Then I don't bother to destroy the circuit. It's fair to take it back, right? Why, isn't this a 'miracle bestowed by Vulcan'? Pray, Why don't you pray?"
Jesse glanced at the other dwarves who were huddled together in fear.
The rest of the one-eyed dwarves were treated the same as the Mooneys, and were finally overwhelmed by fear. They screamed their prayers loudly, rushed to their former commander, and desperately tore the limbs of the "newborn demon", as if planning to escape this desperate situation.
The scene before him was like the most desperate nightmare.
It shouldn't be like this.
The Radish wizard tried to escape, but he was as immobile as his comrades. That can't be jinni, that can't be jinni. His thoughts were chaotic and frantic, torn apart by fear.
Perhaps this is a scene of Mooney's union with tumbleweeds, but there must be something strange about it. All the evidence is false, including the evil creature with an amazing sense of oppression above its head, there must be an explanation behind it.
A doctrinal explanation...
Yes, they must be still in the abyss, having been hit by some demon's fatal illusion. It's all fake, and whether it's dying or waking up, there's bound to be an end to this ridiculous nightmare. Their gods are waiting, watching, and in any case, the ideal land must be ahead.
"Everyone is the last batch, congratulations." Turning around, the expression on Jesse's face could hardly be called "laughing".
He paced back to the mage, holding his face in both hands.
"I can probably guess what you're thinking," he said sweetly, "and I'm pretty sure what you're about to think about... Next, you'll envy those who died in the first place. Gee, you're so shaken. It's amazing, God will be disappointed."
have to run away. The mage thought to himself, they are definitely not the opponents of this monster.
But then he realized that he couldn't move. His feet, which were wrapped in boots, were deforming, piercing through the thick leather boots, revealing a rough, dull stone surface.
"You... the devil's..."
His muscles were turning into clusters of stones, and the alienation spread rapidly from the soles of his feet upwards, accompanied by severe pain that almost made him unconscious. His arms were uncontrollably pressed to his sides, his jaw was raised tremblingly, and half of his torso was completely petrified—
In the horror of losing control, the mage gritted his teeth and slashed his own throat with the dragon breath stone dagger in his hand.
Whether it was reality or fantasy, he recognized it. Rather than continue to be tormented by this maddening unknown and fear, it is better to return to Chenni like this...
But he failed.
"'The followers of Chenni will not do something as cowardly as suicide. We will die in our faith, in battle, in a fate we can't foresee.'" Jesse clenched the wrist mercilessly and eased the dagger Hold it in your hand, and then knead it into powder. "This is a teaching in black and white, Mr. devout believer, your behavior is probably inappropriate."
"It must be... the devil's conspiracy..."
Petrochemical continues to spread.
The mage's hands were no longer able to move, his jaw was forced up, and his face turned upside down. His throat gradually turned to stone, and in the unbearable pain, he could only let out a desperate and vague whimper. His eyes could not be closed, but he was not blind, and his entire field of vision was occupied by monsters in the sky.
"'Don't run away from your fault, just like looking directly at all the heart-wrenching truths.'" Jesse shrugged, "If you talk about Mr. Devil every day, then I'll lend you my vision and make an exception for you to see. He's all right. It's good to think about your future days."
The blond young man spoke, and a finger touched the forehead of the mage, which still had normal flesh and blood.
The overly expansive scene smashed into the brain, almost destroying the only reason left by the fanatic. His brain almost exploded, and he was so shocked by what he saw that his heart almost burst.
Do not.
The mad believer used his last strength to squeeze out an incoherent scream, the voice almost out of the scope of human beings.
Not so.
"Like it? The truth you follow." Jesse's voice grew softer. "Humans have always been like this. You count barnacles and algae, light small fish and shrimps, and name yourself—this is a lower-level demon, that is an intermediate-level demon, and the stronger one is a higher-level demon."
"But you've been ignoring the whale under your feet."
But the mage has completely turned into a living rock, unable to respond. Just like the other Radical fanatics not far behind him, they stood on the ground in silence and despair, all looking up to the sky.
The stony eyelids could not be closed, and the eyes that still had sight were forced to open wide. The last tears rolled down the stone, out of fear or despair.
Jesse clapped her hands in satisfaction.
"In order to keep you from getting bored, your senses are still there - hearing, touch, pain. Dry eyes, hunger or thirst will not go away. Thanks to the Wither Castle, it's still your human inspiration." Jesse Dylan closes Close up the blond hair and snort coldly. "But don't worry, your gods are also considerate. Even if you can't eat, many weather and poisonous insects will cause trouble. I will ensure that you live here until you die, and you don't have to worry about the abyss."
"Whether you believe it or not, please feel free to follow. It's okay to pray for a delusional god to come, or to give up faith—sigh, I'm willing to be watched by you all the time. I have to say, this generosity is worthy of praise."
After saying that, he turned around and ignored the group of stone statues behind him.
The reconnaissance team, which was originally full of one person, was now fragmented. Except for the blue dragon, who was still in a coma because of his loss of strength, and knew nothing about it, the only remaining normal members were Hamlin Elmer, who was blind in both eyes. The young man was huddled in his chair, shuddering and covering his ears.
Jesse glanced at the other one-eyed dwarves who were biting at the commander's corpse, blood-stained with beards, and the Mooney believers who fell into madness not far away, and decided to let the young man stay in the dark for a while longer.
He has more important things to do.
In this world, there has never been a life that can return from death, and resurrection does not exist. Before, there was a mage who perfectly copied the living body of the deceased, but it was just a living stupid body, and it could not be called the deceased person from head to toe.
Jesse Dylan sighed and embraced the still warm corpse in his arms, then bent down gently, letting his star lie on the ground. As he lifted the time delay he had cast, he looked at the hole in the opponent's chest.
"Alas." The blond young man brushed his hand slowly over the other's cheek, "I left Hamlyn Elmer, you have to praise me well. Then we have a bunch of issues to discuss. Change the fate of the surface? Maybe this possibility is already half realized... if I'm part of the surface."
He didn't activate the healing spell. Jesse knew very well that even if he repaired the body, which had mostly stopped functioning, he would only get a corpse in full shape.
"This is still learned from the abyss. How can I say it, it is indeed Mr. Wright."
Jesse withdrew the right hand that stroked the other's cheek, and talked like a chat, with a flat and relaxed tone.
Then the hand broke through the ribs and went directly into his chest. The body of the imitated human was torn apart, and blood kept pouring out. However, Jesse Dylan's face was not twisted at all. After an unbearable churning sound of flesh and blood, Jesse raised his brows at the beating flesh in his hand.
"I voluntarily give up this piece of flesh and blood, this power." He muttered simply, and the white light swirled rapidly around the heart. "Now I am willing to give it away, and this lifespan is shared with the contractor."
Immediately, he glanced at the steaming organ in his hand with a complicated expression, sighed heavily again, and stuffed it into the hole in Adrian Cross's chest.
The living piece of meat squirmed quickly, instantly repairing the defect in the opponent's chest. His broken ribs and wounds healed in an instant, and a cleansing spell cleaned the blood from his hands. Jesse watched the human body in front of him tremble, and under the penetration and wrapping of white light, signs of breathing reappeared.
"Oh, that's the stupidest thing I've ever done. Fourth time, Adrian Cross." Jesse grabbed the man's mutilated collar and finally gave a frivolous smile again. "You have to thank me."
"... Then again, according to human romance, should I kiss you now?"