book of old days

Chapter 214 The Truth Comes Out—and the Solution to the Problem
The current Wednesday must have mastered some divine arts of the Sun God System. As the pope of the entire Sun God Sect, he still has some strength.

Of course, because the Sun God Sect is still in its infancy in general, and its followers are just a group of dwarves, so it can't be overestimated.

This harvest still made Sean very happy. He had the feeling that he had invested thousands of dollars to open a restaurant in a remote township, but within a year it developed into a famous provincial and municipal enterprise and earned hundreds of millions.

Beautiful.

However, Xiao En still remembered why he drank the spiritual water, and was inspired to come here in the end.

"Wednesday, I'm going to add another item to the doctrine."

Wednesday had a face—yeah, here we go again. "Master, please show me."

Sean opened his mouth, but suddenly found that there was nothing to say.

What doctrine to add?Could it be said that the sun god never gets sick?
It seems that this setting has been in place for a long time, and it can even be regarded as the default setting. After all, the majestic Sun God, the creator of all things in name, is still sick, which is too shameful.

And there have been similar settings before. In order to prevent being corrupted by magic power, Sean once added—"The sun god is the purest light, not covered by any darkness, the sun god is the purest fire, any The filth will be completely burned by this fire, and it will not be poisoned by all things, and will not be infected by all evils..."

Now that the power of faith is in place, it stands to reason that there should be no similar negative effects anymore.

In fact, he really didn't feel that sense of emptiness these days.

But why, why would I become weak?Confused thinking, dizziness in the head.

It seems that the problem is not the magic water, nor is it a curse or poison, so what could it be?

The next day, Sean slowly woke up from his sleep, and that feeling of weakness returned as expected.

He distinguished carefully, and indeed he could feel a warm feeling, and a force continuously gathered in his body.

But even so, the feeling of weakness didn't disappear, the two existed at the same time, so he became both strong and weak, a very weird feeling.

He was suddenly a little shocked. These days, he was blessed with the power of faith, and he would be so weak. If he didn't have this power of faith, wouldn't he have been...

The sense of urgency in his heart doubled, and while his mind was still clear, Xiao En knew that he could no longer just sit and wait for death. Although the power of faith could keep him alive, it didn't mean he would be safe.

Something terrible must have happened, something was sucking his vitality, his sense of existence, and he had to find out the source of everything while he was still awake.

He sat up from the bed, dressed quickly, and when he was rummaging through his bag, he accidentally found an interesting gadget—a pipe, which he bought when he was in Nord, because he absorbed the lost The memory of the spirit body led to the addiction to smoking, so I specially bought pipes and tobacco.

This discovery made him a little excited. For the first time these days, he was absolutely sure that a certain memory of his was true, without any doubt, because there was evidence.

This also gave him a hint of inspiration, yes, human experience will leave traces, as long as there is similar evidence, it means that the memory is true.

His own spiritual water indicates that he did participate in the memory of summoning the fairies in the lake.

Pipe proves itself to conjure spirits, infected with eccentric memories.

He took out the items in the Dimensional Pocket one by one, and every time he found one, he would recall the origin of the item. As more and more items were taken out, his lost memories, It also gathered bit by bit.

The past is vividly remembered.

Not enough, this is not enough to find out the real enemy, the root of the problem.

These are the accumulations of his past, and he has become weak, and his memory confusion only appeared a few days ago, so recent evidence is necessary.

He was smoking a pipe, pacing around the room like a detective, the smell of tobacco made him extra sober, and his thoughts became diffused.

Any conspiracy will leave traces, rule out all the impossible, and the rest must be possible. Since this incident happened in the castle, there is a high probability that it was caused by a summoned object, so you should go to the dungeon first.

And those dwarves, who have been assisting themselves in the summoning, might notice something.

He walked out of the bedroom and when he went downstairs, he saw No. [-] cleaning the room.

"No. [-], is there anything unusual in the castle recently? Especially these few days."

Just looking at him, I bowed down respectfully and made a big salute, (Great master, there is indeed something unusual, we found a strange thing.).

"Strange thing? Take me to see it."

Sean followed No. [-] down the castle. In a basement, he saw the 'strange thing', which was clearly a dwarf. It looked weak, lying on the floor with eyes closed, Sean At first he almost thought that the other party was a corpse, and touched his nose with his hand, and his weak breathing made him realize that this thing was alive.

What makes Xiao En feel strange is that he doesn't remember the existence of this goblin at all, even looking at the face in front of him, he has the feeling that there is nothing in front of him, and the special features of the dwarf goblin can't be seen in his eyes. leave any impression on the mind.

Sean would barely notice it if he wasn't looking for it.

It seems unreal, like a false phantom, which will disappear at any time.

Sean is very sure that he has never seen this dwarf, and this is very unusual. You must know that only he has mastered the summoning of other worlds. It stands to reason that every dwarf is summoned by him, so it is impossible not to know him.

But looking at that dwarf's face, he just couldn't remember.

"Hey, are you still alive?" he asked.

The dwarf slightly opened his eyes, and looked at Sean blankly.

"Who are you?" Sean asked again.

"I am... I am... I don't remember..." the dwarf said, his body suddenly became transparent, and then disappeared out of thin air.

Sean was stunned, a feeling of cold horror slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, as if he had seen his own end.

Rubbing his eyes, Sean was suddenly in a trance, very surprised why he came here.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that he was looking at him blankly.

Suddenly remembered, it was as if he saw a strange thing here, and then he...

The memory he tried so hard to remember, it was only a few seconds ago, but now it has become blank.

"Number Nine, where is that strange thing you mentioned?"

(What strange thing?) Number Nine's expression said so.

Sean: "..."

After 10 minutes all the gnomes were summoned.

Sean was smoking a pipe, and his eyes slowly swept across the faces of these dwarves. These dwarves looked at him with obviously unfamiliar eyes, but with a bit of admiration.

He had been ignoring it before, but now he suddenly realized that these dwarf goblins had already forgotten him, and only obeyed his orders because of his status as the 'God of the Goblins'.

He recognized these dwarves one by one, every face was very familiar to him.

Counting, there are seven in total, yes, exactly in line with his memory, since number six and number seven died. No. 12 was swallowed by chairs, and the three gnomes were not replenished, so exactly seven remained.

It's a strange number, but it's the same as the number of dwarves he summoned in Nord.

It's just that he can't remember the names of these dwarves so clearly.

"Say your names."

(number three)
(number five)
(number eight)
(number nine)
(tenth)
(NO.11)
(Thursday Thirteen)
stop!He stared at the dwarf goblin named Zhou Thirteen. He clearly remembered the past of this dwarf goblin. He gave it the name. At that time, he summoned three of them because he didn't want to repeat the name of the dead goblin. , so they are called respectively, NO.11, NO.12, and Wednesday Thirteen.

But this is not right, logically speaking, it should be NO.13, so where did NO.13 go?Why did I come up with such a weird name of Thirteenth?
Sean was keenly aware that this was his tampered memory.

There must be a NO.13, but it disappeared—disappeared?
He looked at No. [-]. Just now it said that it would take him to see a strange thing, but then it forgot. This can also be understood as disappearance, not only the disappearance of physical meaning, but also the disappearance of the concept of reality .

So why is it NO.13?What do you have in common with NO.13?
The answer immediately came to mind, the only thing he has in common with Zhou Shisan or the non-existent NO.13 is that they both sat on that chair!

Yes, that's right, that ordinary-looking chair, the one that doesn't do anything to sit on it.

At this moment, everything became extremely clear.

Eliminate all the impossibilities, and the remaining unbelievable is the truth of the case.

It's not that the chair has no effect, it's just that the effect is invisible.

Its effect is to copy a person who used to sit on it and replace the original real person. From the time point of view, it took less than a week.

NO.13 was forgotten, and a week thirteen was born, and he himself was also forgotten, and was replaced by John Smith!

Sean licked his tongue and forgot to smoke the pipe.

So it turned out to be him.

A tinge of anger rose in Xiao En's heart, but then it turned into fear, an unbelievable feeling, this best friend of his, everything he and he had experienced in the past turned out to be fake?Is fictional, a masterpiece of a chair?

How is this possible? Every memory of the two of them is so fresh, and there are even various evidences in reality, but this seems to be the case.

By the way, that photo!
He opened the portal and came to the living room of the apartment in an instant. He looked at the black and white photo on the wall. At this moment, his thinking finally became normal, allowing him to see the truth behind it clearly. The person on the screen was indeed himself, but it was also John Smith. The faces of the two of them turned out to be exactly the same.

It's strange that I didn't notice it at all before, as if being blocked by some invisible thing.

Sean sat down on the chair, then jumped up again as if he had been electrocuted, turned around and sat down on the sofa.

It turned out that this was the truth of everything, no wonder he always felt that face looked very familiar.

It seems that the Chaos Sea is indeed the most dangerous alien world, even an "ordinary existence" may kill itself silently, and even be unable to guard against it.

But is this fucking ordinary existence?Just kidding.

He is now very suspicious that the summoning spell has no mandatory effect at all, but only has the effect of expanding the search range.

Or don't call again in the future.

He thought, but this matter does not need to be decided now, what is important now is how to do it next.

It's a pity that the chair has been destroyed, otherwise you can try to destroy the chair and see if it can end this.

But it doesn't matter, if you can't solve the person who raised the problem, then solve the problem.

The answer is obvious - get rid of John Smith, as long as he is dead, he should be safe.

(End of this chapter)