Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

"Before communicating, you should first relax. I know that you elves look down on ordinary people like us. So I also respect your folk traditions. You should like this kind of decoration style, right? It looks complicated, gorgeous and exquisite, and the drink should be wine..."

The White Tower Mage looked at the man in front of him who was talking to himself and then easily changed the surrounding space into a structure that was almost like a royal garden. The horror and terror in his heart could almost be said to be overflowing.

No matter how you look at it, the player in front of him... or the thing that should be classified as a player in concept, showed a friendly attitude.

But how to say it, a friendly god and a malicious god are essentially the same.

Their well-intentioned thoughts are likely to create unimaginable storms in the blink of an eye.

At least in the eyes of the White Tower Mage, the surrounding time and space are rapidly disordered and collapsed, and then reshaped under the terrible will that is almost as powerful as the Chaos Gods. Everything that happened in this area covered by its will is a miracle that reversed the normal laws of space.

Those exquisite and complex buildings, the tea tables that looked like handicrafts, and the exquisite wines and tea cups placed on them, you don't need to take action to know that they are perfect products.

He mobilized the impressions imprinted in the depths of the subspace, reconstructed an elf's residence in the image, and then constructed the most delicious wine in the impression of all elves. In this chaotic time and space without up and down, some purely conceptual creations were created. It is difficult to say that these things have real entities, but they are no different from reality in front of the elves.

It is even possible that in the eyes of other races, what he held was just a ball of air that looked a little interesting, or even more extreme, they could not see anything. They just saw two people floating in the environment. Floating in the eyes of others may be enjoyment in their own cognition.

What level of magic and power is this? The White Tower Mage can't understand it at all, and to be honest, he doesn't want to understand it. Just looking at those exquisite utensils and wine, he felt that his mind was confused.

'There is nothing there. ’

He thought so, looking at the small hall in the forest with birds singing and flowers blooming in front of him, and the fine wine on the table.

‘Everything around is fake, all of them are non-existent. I should be in reality, and what I see should be just a cold wall and a complete void...’

“Oh, I forgot, you should also like art. Well, the artistic elements here are not too strong, but it doesn’t matter, I can borrow the ability of a familiar subspace bastard. You know, I have always been good at this kind of borrowing. It’s better to say that fusion can achieve a better victory.”

The young man in the white robe smiled and snapped his fingers.

The golden phonograph needle began to cross the purple disc. In the elegant and pleasant singing, accompanied by the warm afternoon sunshine, sitting lazily on the high-backed chair like chatting, pinching the exquisite and completely unrepetitive elf cakes, and tasting such a comfortable afternoon tea.

This is the life that elves like best. When he was studying in the White Tower, he often did this when he felt extremely tired or had some kind of rebellious and disgusted psychology towards magic.

But at that time, he saw the inner sea of ​​the elves and the storm of the whirlpool created to seal off the invasion of demons.

Thinking of this for a moment, the garden with birds singing and flowers moving slightly revealed the blue sea that made people feel relaxed and happy, and the storm in the ocean that looked small but stood tall and rushed into the sky. This is the most comfortable scenery in his heart.

"Well, although I don't quite understand why you feel happy when you see this kind of scenery, I respect your thoughts. Please, these things should be the most perfect for you elves."

"... Indeed."

The White Tower Mage stared blankly at the storm standing in reality and illusion, sighed honestly, and picked up the dessert on the plate.

Just now, there was an illusion of overlapping illusion and reality, but now in the eyes of the mage of the White Tower, the exquisite and sweet snack is exuding the aroma of fresh flour and olive oil after baking.

Throwing it into the mouth, the familiar and unfamiliar sweet taste almost instantly slid along the tip of the tongue into the esophagus and stomach. This conceptual beauty made his will defense line sink instantly. He even touched the perfect tea bowl and tasted the grape wine inside.

In fact, the elves don’t pay much attention to their etiquette when they are inside. Especially when truly beautiful things come. The grape wine that entered the throat and almost turned into a long line instantly activated all the organs in the body that tasted beauty, making the elf squint his eyes with satisfaction and couldn’t help but sigh.

"This is really the most beautiful thing in my dream."

The elf looked at everything in front of him and sighed with some emotion.

"I'm afraid such a good thing would never happen to me even in my dreams. Even the Phoenix King may not have tasted such fine wine, but it looks like ordinary fine wine here."

"It's easy for me because will is matter."

Tasting the crisp elf dessert, the wizard in white robes sat on the chair. He looked like the elf mentor, sitting there and pointing casually in the void.

On the coffee table, there are countless crystal clear and beautiful foods, as if they should be there. Those exquisite foods exuded a luxurious lavender aroma, but there was no strange atmosphere of chaos pollution that made people feel a little wary and uneasy at first sight.

But there is no doubt that these things can only be achieved by the power of the Chaos Gods.

"…how on earth do you do all this?"

The White Tower wizard gave up his struggle, savored the unimaginable delicacy, and looked at the smiling man in front of him.

"How on earth can you turn back those times and make these wonders reappear? How on earth can you make it all so real? This is the ability of the Chaos Gods, not something you can do as a mortal things.”

"It's very simple. I think magic is just an extension of will. As long as you confirm your will, everything will fall into place."

"But that's impossible."

Looking at the man who seemed to be very clear and as simple as eating and drinking, the elf softly denied:

"No intelligent creature can deny the distinction between reality and illusion. As long as you are a living creature, the material world and the spiritual world are bound to be divided. As long as you have such consciousness, the division of these things will inevitably appear.

It's as distinct as life and death, black and white, day and night. But you blur them all. To you, our world is like a canvas that you paint wantonly. No matter what kind of spiritual energy and power you have, it is like a toy in the hands of a child, the pen, ink and branches you use to create.

You are not human, Mr. Wizard. You can't be an intelligent being either. Which subspace venerable are you? "

"What you said is so strange, it even makes me feel as if I have done something wrong. But the reality is like this, elf. I told the truth, whether it is illusion or reality, emotion or something else, as long as it is right for you If it’s true for me, then I can make it happen.”

Looking at the elf in front of him who seemed to be determined, the wizard chuckled and made an opening in front of him.

"If it is false power, then what I am showing you now should be an illusion. But in fact, you can walk out of here now, come to your friends, and give them your wine to drink together."

"..."

The Elf Wizard looked at the gap and could see what his partner looked like now.

The elves still maintain a rigorous and good style, but in fact based on their familiarity with each other, the White Tower Wizard is convinced that these people may not be much better.

Because the fine wine and food provided by the Star Negatives, as well as the characteristics of the elves presented, are really in line with their ideas. It can even be said that, to a certain extent, they understand the preferences of the elves better than themselves.

The props in the hands of those exquisite and wonderful statues are all edible. What was delivered was a music box that looked exquisite and beautiful, but everything inside was so exquisite and small, and each place had a completely different eating experience. You can enjoy the delicious food while listening to the beautiful music.

Everything here is as joyful as the legendary temple belonging to the God of Joy, as if the never-ending dinner party has been presented in this real world.

Illusion or reality has become blurred in this world shrouded in light.

Is this everything that really exists, or is it just one phantom after another that people create for carnival in fantasy? The wizard of the White Tower blinked, feeling like he couldn't tell the difference anymore.

"Of course you can't tell the difference, because there is no difference between fantasy and reality to me. Are you fantasy? Or real? In fact, the reality for me is only the world I think. Everything here is It’s ethereal and ethereal, so in this environment, I can naturally do these things.”

The wizard's voice seemed to float from the distant sky, shattering everything the White Tower Elf had expected.

According to the wizard's description, the reason why he would not be tempted, and had no special feelings, and controlled everything here like instinct, was because he did not judge everything here as true or false.

He believes that the world is a whole, whether it is subspace or the real universe, they are originally a whole, and there is no difference between real and false. Only feelings, and only feelings can forge magic, and feelings are the only benchmark. And this is the reason why the wizard can finally accomplish such great things.

He did it because he thought so, and the world reflected his thoughts. It's that simple.

But to any intelligent creature in the world, this so-called simplicity seems so crazy and arrogant. Because this simply exceeds the limit of the imagination of all intelligent life.

No living creature can have such a transcendent idea. Even the Chaos Gods, their temptations are based on reality. Pure emotions can only bring unrestrained pure destruction. However, facing the pure golden light, the pure destruction is obviously what the man in front of him needs.

So the White Tower Wizard finally shut up.

His logical thinking does not support him to understand the situation in front of him, but his reason tells him that he should respect objective facts at this time. Because everything in front of him is evidence presented to him.

"It seems that you finally understand? My existence is for the continuation of civilization, and I just hope that you can understand my existence. If possible, I don't mind you joining my civilization. I don't have any opinions or views, but I think you will definitely not be happy."

Looking at the elf, the wizard shrugged, still with a gentle attitude, as if facing a somewhat awkward compatriot.

"So we just tell the facts we know here. This is not an objective fact, we all know it. So we just need to understand that the non-objective facts we tell each other are the facts that we subjectively think may be like this."

"...For example?"

"For example, share our understanding of chaos and magic. I have just shared that I think the essence of magic is emotion, and this world is a world where emotions change cognition. What about you?"

The wizard looked at the elf in front of him and showed a more expectant expression, as if waiting for him to say something amazing.

"How do you elves think the world was created? What have you discovered and buried in your past history? Can you communicate with us and have other unique exchanges? I actually look forward to this happening."

"...This is exactly what we are going to do. We elves believe that all populations are essentially creations of the ancient saints."

The elf looked at the interested wizard in front of him and whispered about the creation myth of the elves.

The elves always believed that their world was not originally like this.

Long, long ago, the world was still flat land and ocean, and everything was thriving normally. A species called the Ancient Saints once created their palace in the sky, and then passed everything to the Holy Spirits on the land.

According to the spread of the Ancient Saints, the major races of the world finally appeared on the land. After they were taught by the Ancient Saints, they formed gangs and left the landing area and began to travel around the world.

At that time, all the populations were almost mixed together, and each mixed population had its own ideas and actions. Each of them had absolute faith in their future. They believed that their future was beautiful because there were the Ancient Saints in the sky to help them move towards the future.

Dwarves, humans, elves, and countless races began to evolve rapidly from primitive life to what they are today under the guidance of the Ancient Saints. They began to build, learn, and have language like normal creatures, and then they were close to each other, just like a perfect paradise. The Ancient Saints were also very happy. They thought this was the most beautiful and the original appearance of the world.

But soon, traces of magic suddenly appeared among the crowd.

It is unknown what the original magic came from, but this destructive power quickly crossed all barriers and spread across the world.

People began to realize hatred and began to attack each other for differences. After the first murder, these living beings began to feel the squeeze on their living environment.

Although they lived on an unimaginable vast land, people began to attack and kill each other. For some trivial things, or even for no reason at all, people began to kill each other and tried to kill each other.

And this environment was obviously inappropriate in the eyes of the ancient saints. They began to teach these crazy people and hold hope for these populations. But it was obvious that the patience of the ancient saints was limited. One day without any signs, a meteor suddenly fell from the sky, and unimaginable ice walls and natural phenomena began to emerge everywhere on the earth.

People separated from each other in flames and disasters, and the major populations began to be forcibly extradited to those rugged mountains using magic. They began to realize that the ancient saints were really angry.

But their wailing and crying were meaningless. Because the ancient saints really felt despair.

Their palaces fell from the sky, and their population quickly disappeared.

In the end, they finally closed the planet, and they disappeared from the world, leaving only cruel chaos and demons.

These greatest ugliness born from people's minds eventually attracted endless hatred, and people began to fight madly against the products of these subspaces, causing the originally ugly subspace to eventually give birth to the final items. That is, the Chaos Gods. This is what the elves understand, the truth of creation.

This sounds extremely ugly, but it really exists, and it is everything the elves know.

"... Well, it's similar to what I thought. After all, when I observed it, I found that the moon outside didn't seem to change much. I guess the sky might just be a projection."

The wizard nodded to the myth of the elves and said casually.

"Then the question is, how can I kill all the creatures in the subspace and then rush out of this planet again? Do I kill everyone? Or should I kill all the guys with magical powers and use my own power to blast the sky open?"

"..."

Although I don't know what this guy who looks like a player in front of me is, he is not a human anyway.

Faced with such a situation, the wizard of the White Tower made such a mark in his heart.

Sorry, there is a problem with the world view. I will supplement it after a major overhaul. It's 5,000 words for now today, and I will try to make up for it with 20,000 words tomorrow. I'm really sorry!