Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

There is a **** in this world.

Since the birth of [self] by human beings, they set out to paint the first pattern on the stone slabs of ancient times. This is what they saw with their own eyes but could not express it in simple words and limbs, the one who created the world [ God's appearance.

So they chose to sculpt and paint.

Record all the sacredness on the slate.

This stone slab broke ground again in the distant future. After generations of wars and the changes of the times, it passed through the hands of merchants, nobles, royal families, and magicians one after another.

Finally returned to [His] believers.

It is difficult to say whether this is destined for a long time.

The believers of [他] have smoothly extended from the long-lasting ancient times to the present tens of thousands of years later, even if the continent now ruled by the **** of mankind slanders [him] as an evil god, and strives to suppress and annihilate [him]’s followers. But human beings who have become believers of [His] are still tenacious as weeds that spring breeze blows again.

Perhaps it was accidental to see the curved line carved on the stone slab, or perhaps it was vaguely heard that the believers chanted prayers belonging to [him] in the wind, or just dreamed of a line of flowers entrenched in the distant starry sky. Black snake.

From then onwards--

New believers will chant the name of [His] devoutly:

Great, the only god.

...

The black snake uses his golden snake eyes like the sun and the moon to see everything inside from the cracks of the world. His huge and unpredictable black snake body firmly entangles the whole world, and the depressed night covers the world with the only light. It came from above the head, from the top of the sky, His gaze.

Since his coming, everything in the world has bowed to him by appointment. This is the most eternal awe from the deepest part of the soul, which has long been recorded by genes.

Under His gaze, don't look up, don't listen, don't imagine, don't ignore.

Do not look directly at God.

But Mo Ye stared at the two golden pupils of the gods half-shielded by the thick black mist above the sky. The phantom waves slapped in her ears had never been so violent. Her eardrums were cracked and sharp. The sound, the pain was so intense that it seemed to be crushed a little bit, and a slightly hot liquid poured down from it.

She was already standing at the top of the star and looked so fragile in front of the gods. She was deprived of her hearing at that moment just when she heard the gods' gasps like waves, and there was nothing but emptiness and silence in her ears.

Her eyes blurred for a moment at the same time.

But these divine eyes were much stronger than the fragile eardrums. The pain did not prompt her to look away from the gods. She saw the giant snake entwining the world sticking its tail through the dark gap. In this world, the end of the world, which is as strong as a mountain, is pressed down from the sky, tearing the already overwhelming rift and making it even more precarious.

Mo Ye felt that although he was still looking at him, he was not aiming at himself, sinking the end of the pillar that looked like a sky-reaching pillar. She still stayed in the air. She was wearing a gold shell and she was able to pass by the Serpent's Tail. The heavy Tianzhu disrupted and destroyed all the spaces in the way, and the darkness continued on the way. Cracked space rift.

Time seems to be confused for a moment at this moment.

She should have heard nothing, but the sound of the broken world is so clear and audible.

She saw her blonde hair gradually return to blue long hair with a translucent texture, her figure shrank and returned to what she should have been. The dark mage robe on her body was exactly what she came to Andamiast. The one worn at the time.

She removed Gold's shell and became Mo Ye again.

The world turned from illusion to reality at the moment when God descended.

Mo Ye’s skin glowed blue and translucent when the world of memory fragments became a reality. She half-transformed her body into a jellyfish form to accelerate the repair of her damage caused by facing the gods, but she has not completely repaired it. Fortunately, the missing part of myself, because of the urgency of time, jumped into a gap in space, and instantly appeared in front of Sueri!

The giant wolf, which still seems manic, was forced to lie on the ground due to the majesty of the god. Its struggle is not worth mentioning to the **** who seems to be able to destroy the world easily, and to the **** Moye should not be worth mentioning either. The role of it.

But she still stood in front of Zueri.

It was obvious that he came for Sueri, and if it was still in the memory fragments, a phantom of Sueri was not worth her own risk, to resist a god.

Didn't she herself also never keep her hands to the false Beastmaster, but only if this Sueri is false. No matter what happens in the memory fragments, it will not have any impact on Sueri in reality.

But now it is reality!

Sueri existed more than two thousand years ago.

Sueri, who was behind her, was real.

If she didn't do anything, if she didn't see anything, Sueri might die.

He will die in the history of more than two thousand years ago, turning into a handful of dust that is no different from meaningless earth. He will disappear from his memory, maybe God will arrange another existence for her that can stand the position of Sueri in the Central Plains, but that person is not her Sueri after all.

The quiet change in her memory verified her conjecture.

A certain piece of memory is like foam rising from the water, conspicuous and unfamiliar. Mo Ye saw that this memory was still a small jellyfish. She was swept up by some power and raised the sea. At her feet, there was a blue girl with an endless black giant snake with a subtle expression. He squeezed her in his hand, and finally threw it back into the sea.

This is just less than a minute of new memory.

But she recognized at first glance that the girl was herself.

To be precise, it is the self who has passed a little bit longer than the current self.

Now this time when falsehood and reality overlap will be recorded in real history. Mo Ye can't avoid it, she can't give up Sueri of this era.

She faced the pitch-black'mountain' that fell from the sky, and the darker and darker covered this area, but its falling speed gradually slowed when its orbit was blocked by Mo Ye, and the giant snake sank into the tail of the world. Kancan stayed in front of Mo Ye, less than a hundred meters away.

"Thank you, kindness." Mo Ye's words of gratitude were unavoidable. She stepped back a little, and retreated to a position closer to Sueri.

The giant wolf behind her did not know when to stop the struggling movement. Perhaps it was death that was close at hand that forced him to rely on animal instincts to pray for survival, or for other reasons, he stared at the girl in front of him. It took a long time for his back to knock his head on the icy rock like giving up, showing his compromise to the gods.

Sueri asked her in a dumb voice:

"Gold, you are not... who are you...?"

He saw his enemy, Gold, the king of mankind, transformed into the blue-haired girl in front of him. The breath that belonged to Gold in her body has not completely dissipated, her breath from the sea and the existence above the sky. His breath comes from the same source, but he unexpectedly doesn't disgust him.

She is safe and harmless to herself.

This may be the instinct of the beast. Sueri can clearly smell the goodwill from the girl. He once smelled this harmless breath in Yallin, but in the end Yallin's goodwill gradually decayed, and finally It became a silt-like smell.

Mo Ye turned his head and looked at the giant wolf that was still suppressed immobile. In addition to dust, Sueri's body was covered with large and small scars that had not yet fully healed. The coming of the only **** suppressed him. In addition to his intentions, it seems that it has also restrained the speed of his wound recovery.

"Ah, I am..." She hesitated for a moment, and wanted to tell Sueri her name, but when the words came to her lips, she didn't want to repeat the lie again.

She is, ‘Nightingale’.

But this is just a lie that only she knows.

At that time, she had a strong sense of vigilance for everything in this world. Because this world might have people with special abilities who could control each other by knowing her real name, she had been using names that did not resemble them, and it sounded a little perfunctory. Pseudonym.

This is a pseudonym that came out casually.

However, a lie is no different from the truth in the end. To this world, she is a "Nightingale", a stranger related to the kingdom of Sueri, and a star magician who can rank among the top three in the world.

She is indeed a magician named Nightingale.

But here, when Sueri asked this question again, the [true] that could be blurted out made her hard to speak, and Mo Ye couldn’t help being silent for a while. If she said something here, she probably knew it. That Sueri will get the corresponding memory too.

"...I'll just say it this time, Sueri."

Mo Ye stared at Sueri's silent but slightly puzzled golden beast eyes. The two people who were clearly fighting each other not long ago are now struggling with the inexplicable question of whether to tell their real names or not under the envelope of death, Mo Ye I feel that I am too hypocritical, because there is no need to think about it at all.

She just said what she wanted.

I don't want to say that the other answer is not entirely a lie.

To get to the bottom, isn't it because she herself wants to tell Sueri her real name.

But the idea is the idea. She can foresee the future. After getting this memory, Sueri was full of question marks and finally came to find the embarrassing scene of her own verification. Mo Ye didn't want to say anything when she thought of it, so she let the lie become Be real!

"What do you want to say? What the **** is it?" Even if she was so entangled, Sueri, who was a strange wolf two thousand years ago, continued to ask unceremoniously. His tone was not good, he could only say that he was not hostile. It's okay.

Mo Ye finally gave up struggling. With a seemingly false and indifferent attitude, she said her real name to the giant wolf that she had seen for the first time.

"I am, Mo Ye."

"Perhaps you still don't understand it, but just remember it all the time." Mo Ye's words meant something, and there was also a sense of self-defeating.

Yes, she meant it to the future Sueri.

"Forget the previous one, it's a pseudonym."

...

Deep Blue Island two thousand years later.

Sueri, who was still a child, stopped his actions to drive away the herd. He sat on the high wall of the Deep Blue Island defense line and frowned slowly, a little puzzled.

What he didn't understand was... an unfamiliar memory appeared inexplicably in his original intact memory.

He saw that in the battle where the only **** descended, he was punished by Gold...no, he was rescued by the nightingale who was transformed into Gold, and the timeline was so strange that he was punished by the near death and severely wounded. In his memory, he heard his nightingale tell him:

"I'm Mo Ye..."

"Forget the previous one, it's a pseudonym."

Logically speaking, he should have been entangled in whether this memory was true or false, if it was false, then who was secretly messing up, and if it was true, he should be entangled in how Nightingale gave Gold at that time. Replaced.

And why the only **** who almost killed him on the spot because he disrupted the line of fate and entered the world of Oran Continent would give up taking shots against him under the obstruction of Nightingale. In the original history, he The only **** should have used that iron tail to stoke back to the wasteland of beasts from the mainland of Oran.

But he is not a good thinking type after all.

Sueri looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, and almost recalled the painful memories of being stabbed in the abdomen by the only **** and then being hung and beaten.

"...Is it really a pseudonym?"

He thought about it, but this question made him even more concerned.

The author has something to say: finally exchange real names, too difficult, too difficult!