I made myths

Chapter 1 There are strange books in the bookstore in my hometown

"Mr. Wen, it's a pity that you have motor neuron disease, also known as gradual frostbite. You must be aware of this disease. The chance of recovery is very small, but I still hope that you can actively cooperate with the treatment. We will do our best ..."

"No need, I don't have any money, so I choose to die directly, go home and lie down, die before you, find a good place in the underworld, and kill you all!"

Under the doctor's bewildered gaze, Wen Qian walked out with a stride that no relatives recognized, and closed the door intimately, turning around with a gentle smile, not at all depressing and lonely like a dying person.

The doctor who was alone in the consulting room blinked, but he was not surprised. After all, he had been in the practice for many years, and he had seen many strange patients. After recording Wen Qian's case, he continued to work calmly.

Wen Qian, who walked out of the hospital, spent two hours walking back to the house left to him by his parents with his own stiff body.

Today, he is riddled with diseases, his body is pale and rickety, his whole body is stiff and unable to exert strength, like a machine that has been rusted for hundreds of years.

"Although ALS is only in its initial stages, there is no possibility of recovery at all, and there is no need for treatment."

He silently thought in his heart that the depression and sadness in his heart were not as peaceful as they appeared on the surface.

Who wants to die if they can live well?

He is actually a time traveler, but his so-called time travel did not bring him anything, because the two worlds are not much different.

The only difference is that in this Blue Star China, the culture of novels is not prevalent, but it has set off an upsurge of martial arts for the whole people.

Some ancient kung fu has become a way of entertainment for everyone to practice, and almost everyone knows how to do it one and a half times.

Successfully fulfilled the rumors that the blue star in the previous life, the foreigners thought that Chinese people knew kung fu, and even Wen Qian himself practiced well.

He originally wanted to write a novel, dreaming of being a copywriter and creating a new wave of the times, but only after he actually practiced it did he realize that it was just a young man's fantasy.

The whole world is practicing martial arts, and no one will read your novels. No matter how interesting your ideas are, it is useless if people are not interested.

In the end, Wen Qian became a laborer again. The only difference is that he studied hard in this life, but unfortunately dropped out of high school due to some reasons.

Fortunately, with previous life experience, he was only 22 years old and successfully became the sales director of a listed company.

And his parents in this life were not rich either. They died in a car accident two years ago, leaving him hundreds of thousands of savings, a house in the county town, and a dilapidated bookstore in their hometown.

After all, there are only a small number of people who read novels in this world. The business of their bookstore is not good, and it seems that it was built for the convenience of reading books. Therefore, since his parents passed away, he seldom goes back.

Three months ago, he suddenly wanted to rebuild the bookstore on a whim, and he would go back to his hometown to rest during vacations. Compared with the noise of the city, the quietness of his hometown is more suitable for reading.

Because I found out that he was an acquaintance, he was only responsible for paying the money, and handed over the bookstore to that friend for rebuilding, or more precisely, rebuilding.

He heard from his friend that the bookstore was dilapidated and had no one to take care of it for more than two years.

What was originally a whim, now turned into a plan that predicted the future. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He was dying, and he didn't want to stay alone in the county town, but wanted to spend the last days of his life in his hometown Wenzhen.

It simply took two days to deal with all kinds of things, and sold the house in the county seat at a low price, earning hundreds of thousands.

Including his own savings, it is about 100 million and 50 yuan, which will allow him to live comfortably for a year or two.

After everything was settled, he drove back to his hometown. Wen Qian's hometown is not far from the county seat, about ten kilometers away.

Looking at the scenery on the road, he couldn't help feeling the changes that time brought to the environment.

I vaguely remember that the town was still very dilapidated when I was a child, but now it has been completely reborn, and it even has a small garden smell.

Suddenly, Wen Qian seemed to have discovered something, a trace of doubt appeared in his black and white eyes, and he thought to himself: "When did Wenzhen have so many gorgeous advanced-style buildings? And why are there so many construction teams?"

Along the way, he has seen three or four large construction teams, and a villa with an advanced style that has already been built, surrounded by many frames that are still under construction, and they must have the same style. This is to build an advanced style villa. The style of the complex came out.

Such buildings are generally built in metropolises, and are built by rich people in order to earn money from other rich people and to build their own fame by the way.

"Could it be that there have been some big figures in Wenzhen who missed their hometown and wanted to build their hometown on a whim?"

Wen Qian laughed out loud at his own thoughts, Wenzhen is a really ordinary town with nothing special about it.

People's assets can only meet the usual expenses, and they can't afford such buildings at all. It is impossible to earn money from the townspeople with these buildings.

Besides, these things have nothing to do with him who is about to die, so why bother to delve into the troubles?
Not long after, he came to his bookstore, looked at the retro-style bookstore he chose, and thought of the advanced-style buildings on the edge of Wenzhen on the road.

He sighed in his heart: "Others are ahead and I am going backwards. This kind of comparison feels a bit strange."

Without thinking too much, he walked into the bookstore and scanned the whole bookstore.

The space is not big, but it is neatly arranged. The books on the bookshelves are clearly classified, and the bookshelves are also arranged in an orderly manner. The dim yellow lights that are quite sentimental render a warm yellow halo in the bookstore, giving people a sense of comfort. A kind of feeling that makes the body and mind happy at first glance, with a sense of book fragrance.

The only bad thing is that there is a big problem with lighting, maybe because of the windows. If the lights are not turned on, the whole bookstore will be very gloomy.

Only the counter facing the door will be shrouded in a few beams of bright light. The pale-faced Wen Qian stood there, revealing a trace of mystery that cannot be described.

The spiral staircase behind the counter leads to the second floor. There are no books there. It is the bedroom that Wen Qian prepared for himself. It is also dark and will not feel dazzling when sleeping during the day.

He sat on the bed, looking at the old cardboard boxes on the table, a flash of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

It is full of his memories, it is his childhood treasures, there are all kinds of old toys, novels, writing papers, and now I can feel a warm feeling in my heart when I look at it now.

"Thank you very much for helping me tidy up." Wen Qian whispered, finally feeling a little happy.

He flipped through the contents of the box, recalling the past, and soon the time passed from noon to dusk, and the box was emptied at this time, leaving only the bottom book.

The cover of that book is made of some kind of leather, and it has not been damaged in more than ten years, even the golden title on it has not faded, not even a trace of dust.

"Fictional mythology? Why don't I remember buying this novel?"

Wen Qian frowned, reached out to open the cover, and wanted to see the contents, but found that the pages under the cover were blank, without a word, just when he was puzzled.

suddenly!

A dazzling white light burst out from the pages of the book, and a transparent figure appeared on Wen Qian's body. It was his soul that was sucked out and sucked into the pure white pages.

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【Fictional myths at your service】

[Fictitious mythology is to give the host the ability to make up fictional things, allowing the host to use the fictional things as the body to experience a different life, and it will also bring real changes to the world. 】

[Afterwards, based on the experience of the host and the extent of the world changed, the settlement rewards the host's real ability. 】

[In view of the host's first use of fictional mythology, this time the fictional things have been matched to existing things by the host itself. 】

[Reminder: There is no upper limit for fictional myths. As long as the host has enough ability, it may not be impossible to shape the legendary gods and obtain the complete authority of the gods. 】

[I wish the host a pleasant journey on this fictional myth. 】

All kinds of information appeared in Wen Qian's mind. He opened his eyes, only to feel the red light glaring, and wanted to reach out to cover them, but he couldn't touch his eyes no matter what.

Fortunately, his eyes soon adapted to the dazzling light around him, and he was able to see the surrounding scene clearly.

"Where is this place? Why can I see things 360° without dead ends?"

The peculiar panoramic vision made Wen Qian curious for a while, but this feeling was quickly wiped out by the strange scene around him.

The position he is in at the moment is an open space, or in other words, with him as the center, there is an open space within five meters around him.

Nine torches were planted around him in the clearing, and those bright red lights were just the light from the torches.

Surrounding the open space are lush and verdant primeval forests, covering the sky and the sun, like a green ocean, with no end in sight.

Wen Qian, on the other hand, turned into a willow tree. The willow tree in the primeval forest has a black trunk only five or six meters high, without a huge crown, as if it had been struck by a thunder.

However, the willow tree that had been struck by the thunder did not die, instead, it glowed with new vitality. On the top of the withered trunk, nine emerald green willows swayed in the wind under the moonlight and firelight.

In addition, the original trees with a height of tens of meters around them all stay away from the willows as if they have self-awareness, and do not extend the crown to the area of ​​​​the willows, and do not compete with it for sunlight.

On the contrary, it adds a sacred feeling to the willow tree, which can only be admired from a distance, and cannot be profaned close up.

"If I'm not mistaken, the status bar in my perspective is my cheating finger, right?"

【Fictional Avatar: A Willow Tree Comes to Life After a Lightning Strike】

[Note: This fictitious body seems to have magical power itself and has become even more bizarre after being baptized by thunder. 】

【Guidance for Beginners: "My heart is like a tree. The more the tree yearns for the high light, the more its roots will go down, to the soil, to the depths of darkness.】

"Although Nietzsche's words are very philosophical, why do I feel weird? Forget it, it probably means to let me absorb nutrition."

Wen Qian controlled his tree body a little strangely, to absorb the nutrients in the land and the moonlight, and new things appeared under the status bar:
[The host controls the nutrients absorbed by the fictional body from the land, moonlight, and flames, and the vitality of the willow tree is +0.04. 】

This feeling of nutrition entering from all parts of the body made Wen Qian very intoxicated, and he clearly felt that he was a willow tree, and there was a tinge of comfort in his heart.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before as a human being, and now he wants to shout out that I am not a human anymore!

It's a pity that the willow tree has no mouth. Wen Qian continued to absorb the nutrition around him, and the status bar of the real-time broadcast also fed back information about the increase in vitality every minute.

Every time it was 0.04, until the nine torches around it were extinguished, and it became 0.02 directly.

He couldn't help being surprised, what was the torch burning, and why he absorbed the gas released by burning it, and his vitality would suddenly increase by 0.02.

But before Wen Qian could think deeply, a more critical matter had quietly arrived!

(End of this chapter)