Huh? Are they all real?

final.

Moon placed his left hand on the magnificent cube.

She could no longer tell whether she was an AI or a puppet, and she began her final step towards becoming a god.

As Morn's name was engraved into the core, a huge quantum tide was set off in her database, and the first bell was sounded.

Old prayers that definitely did not belong to this world poured down on the quantum sea. Those ancient prayers all praised the name of Morn, which sounded the second bell.

When the final third bell rang, Moon's name, identity, and record penetrated the thirty-three data barriers used to protect her underlying code and were deeply imprinted on her core.

Thus, the divine machine that was not the god of machines was born.

She opened her eyes, having closed them, as Moen reached out.

Her pupils split into hexagonal crystal arrays, the gears that marked her origin and symbol meshed deep within her irises, and the icy-blue data stream etched Morn's reflection in her eyes like a star ring.

After staring for a moment, she smiled and said:

"I understand what you mean, so please allow me to open the door to the past for you!"

Countless gears appeared out of thin air and kept meshing around them, occupying all the space.

When a device that is so complex that it cannot be described in words is successfully constructed.

All gears started turning in reverse.

This familiar scene made Moon feel a little dazed.

He remembered what he had seen last in that wrong history.

Those beautiful eyes that focused the whole world's attention on themselves, their pupils were the perfect combination of clock and time.

Without waiting for Moon to continue thinking deeply.

Her voice echoed in Moen's ears:

"I must make it clear to you that although this is my first attempt, according to my calculations."

“You can leave traces, but you can’t change history, so please don’t try to change anything.”

"Otherwise, you might find that you've actually caused it all yourself."

In response to her advice, Moen recalled something and said:

"Maybe you miscalculated this time."

This answer was obviously beyond her calculation.

The countless concentric gears that made up the pupil were stuck at the same moment. Although they resumed rotation after a moment, they clearly revealed their astonishment.

When the gears started turning again, her expression turned into a perfect smile:

"You really exceeded my expectations, which makes me more certain that you would be the perfect choice."

Moon nodded his head slightly to show his understanding.

At the same time, he asked with a little bit of curiosity:

"Although we came together for the same purpose, I also want to say that there is still something strange between us. For example, I don't even know your real name."

"So please tell me your beautiful name, dear lady."

She tilted her head again and looked at Moen and smiled:

"The puppet's name should be determined by the puppet's owner, so you shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself."

A sudden blow.

It was also a beautiful shot.

As an AI, she was well aware of the lack of real closeness between herself and Moen.

Although this has no impact on the consensus and pursuit between them.

However, she still hopes to bring the two sides closer.

This was in her interest as well as Moon's.

Therefore, she would use the most concise words and actions to narrow the distance between the two parties within the limited time.

She obviously did a good job in this regard.

This is her greatest advantage as an AI.

She had no hesitation or fear; as long as it suited her calculations, she would do it.

She won't be as slow as Ansha, who wanted to proceed step by step even though her king was robbed.

Of course, this is also a shortcoming of AI.

Hidden beneath the infinite consideration and enthusiasm are only overly cold data.

But this is the best she can do at the moment.

Knowing what she was thinking and doing, Moen hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"I understand. I will try my best to think of a nice name."

"Then I will wait with great anticipation, Master!"

Countless gears turned to their limit as she bent towards Morn.

The pale light began to engulf everything.

First the outermost gear, and then she who had straightened her back.

In just a few seconds, everything in front of Moon turned into pure white with no distance or time.

Unlike that gradual appearance, this disturbing pure white disappeared in an instant.

It was so intense that Moon was a little uncomfortable with what was happening.

I can only close my eyes subconsciously to give myself a visual buffer.

Wait until Morn opens his eyes.

The person in front of him was no longer a human.

Instead, it was a desert full of ferns that Morn could hardly name.

Moon squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed it in his hands. Through the abrasive sand, he judged that he should have succeeded.

That is, he was not quite sure where and when he was.

She is only borrowing the power of time.

All she could do was send Moon over.

But she couldn't say exactly when or where it happened.

This was what she told Moon about before he came over.

So now Moon can only rely on himself.

However, she also gave Moon a bracelet.

Turning the bracelet meant asking her to send Morn on his next journey.

Crushing the bracelet means bringing Morn back to the present.

This is Moon's greatest security guarantee at the moment.

Otherwise, even Moon still wears the rings of the goddesses.

Moon was not sure whether the power of the goddesses was still effective in past history.

After taking a look at the silver bracelet on his wrist.

Moon picked up a dry branch from the ground and threw it into the sky casually.

The branch bounced twice under Moen's gaze before finally landing completely.

And pointed to the northeast.

"Okay, this is the direction!"

It's a bit of a joke, but in a sense, this may be the most reliable way at the moment.

Because Moen didn't know what he was going to do either.

Therefore, leaving everything to fate is often the best choice.

Leave traces in the history of the past.

And make your presence known.

Now that going back to the past has been accomplished, it doesn't sound difficult.

But if you think about it carefully, there are still problems everywhere.

For example, to what extent should I achieve my goal?

If it is exaggerated, it may rewrite the later history and lead to some huge mistakes.

If you are too cautious, your plan may fail.

He is now beginning the ceremony of ascension to deity with her.

As far as the many divine rituals that Morn knew were concerned, failure of the rituals often meant the complete end of the one who ascended to the gods.

There are rarely any chances to start over.

Neither Moon nor she knew what would happen if the puppet's divine ritual failed, so Moon didn't want to gamble.

Thinking of this, Mo En couldn't help but rub his brows and said:

"Original, please take good care of me."

Moon's voice seemed to really reach Yuanchu's ears.

As soon as Moon finished saying this, he walked towards the branch and saw a little boy carrying a bucket of water in front of him.

Not too old or too young, just the right age to begin to understand things but still retaining innocence.

As Moon's gaze swept over, he also noticed Moon and put down the bucket in his hand.

At the same time, he unconsciously tugged at his linen shorts that were obviously ill-fitting.

He couldn't recognize what clothes Moon was wearing, but he knew that they were completely different from his own tattered clothes.

He even has a nice pair of shoes.

Morn wore fine knight shoes from the Baratheon court, but the boy didn't even have a pair of straw sandals.

I could only walk barefoot on the gravel-covered loess.

This made the boy more envious and embarrassed, and he wanted to hide the dirty feet with the bucket he was carrying.

Noticing this, Moon thought about it for a moment and then took off his shoes without hesitation.

Under the boy's surprised gaze, he stepped barefoot into the loess and walked towards him.

"Hello, kid. As you can see, we're not that different."

Moon used the phrases of the people he was most familiar with.

Anyway, he couldn't be sure what era it was or what language the child was speaking.

So I just use the language I am most accustomed to and familiar with.

As expected, Moon's voice made the boy visibly confused.

This was a language he had never heard before.

So he subconsciously said:

"What did you say?"

This accent allowed Morn to instantly identify his language - Bethmidaya, a variant of the ancient elven language.

This is the First Age, the period of the crazy war between the gods.

"I say, we're no different, kid."

After deciding on the language, Moon switched to the boy's language without any problem.

While the boy was stunned, Moon had already walked in front of him.

"As you can see, child, I am a traveler from far away, so far away that you can't even understand my language, so I want to ask, where is this place?"

A boy of fourteen or fifteen obviously couldn't imagine why Moon knew the language here if he didn't know where this place was.

He just thought that Morn might be asking what the place was called.

"Ah, hello, this is Bobo Village."

"Bobo Village? Why is it called this?"

"Because our village was built on the wood brought by Popola."

Ah, the Bobo that can pull wood, a species unique to the Gaxi Plains in the middle and late First Era.

I remember it was a giant, long-haired cow that was very docile.

So now it is the Kasai Plains in the middle to late stages of the Age of Gods War.

"Well, kid, let me test you. Do you remember why the last god left?"

"How did the last god leave?"

"Yes, how the last god left."

Because this was a person who, in order to show his goodwill, was even willing to take off his shoes and walk barefoot like these savages.

So in front of Moon's kind smile, the boy said without hesitation:

"The sun, the great sun has set on our plains of Kashi!"

sun?

Is my arrogant yet humble brother dead?

Mo En's heart sank slightly.

Because the original has already created the perfect primordial sun.

So many people were surprised and felt pity for his appearance.

Even his brothers looked at him that way.

But this strangeness did not knock him down. Instead, it made him stronger and he raised his head.

This would have been a good thing.

But he gradually became arrogant.

"Sunset, kid, do you remember when that happened?"

The boy's answer was still as quick as ever.

He raised his hand almost as if to answer quickly:

“One year ago!”

Only one year?

This was a number that surprised Moon.

Although people have always described the Age of Gods as a desperate era of war.

But this does not mean that wars broke out every day in that era.

Even because the ones who dominated that era were the eldest sons who were brothers.

So, before entering the final stage where things get completely out of control.

Eldest sons would often stop fighting and mourn for decades or even hundreds of years because of the death of a brother.

So when Moon heard that Sunset was the god that had recently left, he thought that the sun might have been dead for dozens or hundreds of years.

After all, if the sun had just died, the Kashi Plain shouldn't be so peaceful.

But I didn’t expect it to happen a year ago.

"That's a great answer, kid. So, as a reward, this is for you."

Morn gave him nothing else.

Instead, he gave him the candy he had brought with him.

For safety reasons, Moon also specially selected sugar cubes that were packaged together.

Take out a piece of neatly cut and piled white sugar cubes and put it into your mouth.

Moon then handed it to the boy and said:

"Mmm, very delicious, kid."

The unsuspecting boy could hardly wait to stuff the candy into his mouth.

In an instant, he was completely moved by this high-end candy directly supplied to the Wang family.

It was so sweet that he almost thought he had gone to the heaven that the priests talked about.

“It’s so delicious!”

After saying that, he wanted to eat another piece, but the candy he had just picked up stopped in front of his mouth.

He obviously wanted to eat it, but in the end he just sniffed it to satisfy his craving, then put it back and wrapped it carefully.

"Why not have another piece? Isn't that a lot?"

The boy said embarrassedly:

“I’ve never tasted such delicious candy before, so I want to bring some back for my friends.”

"To your friends? Good boy, but what about your parents? Aren't you going to give them some?"

This was just a joke from Moon.

But the boy shook his head and said:

“I haven’t seen them since I was a kid.”

Ah, the sun has only been gone for a year, so, before the sun left, they should still be living in a real war era.

"Sorry, kid."

"Well, you don't have to apologize. After all, many people in our village are like this."

“Are there many people like this in your village?”

"Yes, the priest said that the sun needs our parents to contribute their strength, so that the sun can allow us to go to his kingdom."

“People who have left can also meet there.”

At this point, the boy scratched his head curiously and said:

"But the sun has already set. Can we really still go to his kingdom?"

"Will I really be able to see my parents and the rest of the people in the village?"

Moon didn't know how to answer this question.