Chapter 597 (1/2)
At the beginning, the answer to a lot of questions was a name, rocky.
Who brought the world to the brink of destruction and saved it by whim?
Rocky.
Who broke away from life and death through a series of contracts with the Lords of hell, rewriting the story of time reversal?
Rocky.
Who started a game, a game of scheming to make the world a better place, to cleanse that cursed fate?
Rocky.
Now, the game is coming to an end, and the end of everything is often accompanied by silence rather than loud noise.
The black magpie is flying in the sky, towards a place far away from the fairyland.
Rocky followed it closely.
He needs an answer. The bird doesn't know where to lead him, but he believes that he can get out of the way. He needs an answer.
The little black figure is like a piece of rag, and sometimes it will roll in the air, like enjoying the fun of being chased.
At the edge of a calm pond, it suddenly dived into the water.
Rocky frowned, but he quickly recognized that the small pond was just a mirage. Everything was false.
He jumped down with him.
As you can imagine, there is a small hole below, just like a wine cellar in a civilian's home.
The air was cloudy and dark.
And the black birds have disappeared in this space.
”Mr. Black magpie?”
Rocky got up and looked around for the bird.
At this time, behind him in the distance lit up a fire, dark green flame from the ground out of thin air, slowly spread to both sides, a ring of fire surrounded him.
As the flame continued to rise, a figure gradually appeared above the flame. He looked transparent, like a ghost, or a piece of smoke.
He was wearing a green robe and a golden helmet with long horns. His face had shallow wrinkles, which were traces of years.
Rocky shivered in his heart. It was his favorite outfit, and there was a mark on the long corner of the helmet.
So the man in front of me?
”It's time, little rocky.”
The figure answered him in a sharp tone, and the voice seemed to have a texture, climbing up Rocky's legs like a snake.
Not only did he answer the wrong question, but the figure looked at him with narrow eyes, as if he were looking at some ridiculous animal.
”You...” Rocky turned quickly, wondering what he saw in his eyes.
”Even though I still want to play guessing games, as long as you see me, you can see the answer.” The figure was floating in a flabby position with arms in his hands. He was like a cloud of smoke.
”You know what I'm thinking?” Rocky frowned.
”Ah, it's not bad. Why don't you guess if I know?” The figure in front of him showed a big smile, and the wrinkles on his face appeared more: ”but I have to remind you, I am the person you can't believe most, just because I am you.”
Rocky guessed the answer. Yes, who else would there be besides himself?
He is rocky, and the opposite is rocky. He is just an older self, maybe from the future?
”Enough, old me, what kind of torture tools have you prepared for me? These fires are illusions, and the prince of Asgard cannot be trapped
”Prince of Asgard? Ha ha ha ha, this is the best joke you've ever told me. ” Old Rocky seemed to have been touched by the point of laughter. He laughed back and forth and wiped his tears with his fingers in an affected manner: ”it's a pity that I thought there was going to be a fair game, but you remind me of how stupid we used to be.”
Rocky put his hand on his belt, and he stood upright, looking coldly at his future self.
”You come back to the present like a ghost, don't you just want to hear jokes?”
”I can say, but it's up to you to believe me or not.” The old man raised his hand and pinched his bright chin: ”in order to hide the truth from the people who have the heart, seven black magpies started their journey. They took part of my plan to meet people who should not be seen, and the last one found you.”
The blackbird, which rocky was pursuing, came from nowhere and landed on old Rocky's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
It looked at young Loki with its black eyes, as if it were full of disdain, and then like a small stone, it disappeared into old Rocky's chest.
He has been careful to cover up, with such a pattern, with the description of one sentence after another, so that no one can see the whole story.
He is the God of lies and cheaters, but those are the names before. Now he is the God of stories.
When he wanted to make up a story, he could make sure that anyone, even the observers of the multiverse, or even the existence of a higher level, could only see a strange story of the death knell running around.In a corner where no one can see, no one knows what changes have taken place in the universe and what others have done.