"In the cave, every existence is just a corpse buried alive by time!"

This sentence belongs to a long poem. The sheepskin scroll written by this long poem was originally the love of its owner. During a long time, whenever the creator of this sentence fell into the trap of time and did not want to continue, he would look at his creation countless times and draw the strength of continuedness from it.

During that time, this long poem and the sentence in it were alive because they were given meaning by the creator, and this meaning was absorbed by the extension of their creator's will. Whenever someone absorbed this meaning from it, their lives were reproduced. At the same time, the will of their creator also crossed time and space and was extended, which was the embodiment of the vitality of the art works.

But now, the vitality of this long poem itself has come to an end, because the person who can draw meaning from it is gone forever. The civilization in which the words used to write this long poem belonged to was erased a long time ago, and its creator also abandoned it not long ago, not only abandoning the sheepskin scrolls that record these words, but also abandoning the will he represents. No matter what angle it is, just like the meaning it represents, has become a corpse buried alive by time.

Without the support of life activities, everything in the shelter has been restored to the absolute calmness of the grave. Every existence here, including worn-out clothing fibers, books, scrolls, half-eating food... etc., has lost the meaning and value they originally had. Nothing else can exert any influence on the place except time and air.

This place has become an absolutely peaceful existence, but if we put aside this refuge, in a more profound sense, this small, absolutely peaceful existence is an unprecedented prelude to a huge tsunami. The viewers on the shore can already vaguely see the huge waves rolling from the sea and sky at the end of the sight, but on this quiet island, it is still as calm as the evening.

Finally, the wind blew.

The appearance of the Eye of Space in this world is like a black crow appearing in the dawn and white mist, and it is also like the messenger of this storm, bringing ominous news to this island and the world behind this island.

Although all movements have completely lost their speed due to air obstacles, the crow still observed them very carefully, as if afraid that because of his excessive movements, he would attract the attention of prey hidden somewhere.

But the expected prey has never appeared. In the short three magic times it has explored, the quiet here has been maintained. This quiet clearly reveals a message to the owner of the Eye of Space--the mice that should have existed in this cave have really left.

...

The shovel is a "central organization" ordered by the emperor himself. The priority of each shovel member in information is equivalent to the level of a ten thousand men. The leader of this organization, a lookout who obeys His Majesty's will, is directly responsible to the emperor. He is called the eyes of the empire, and each shovel member is the most basic component of this empire compound eye. The information they ingest, through the integration of this lookout, controls the forefront of the entire empire's border and always looks towards the unknown place, whether in space or time.

This is not an easy job.

Just as the earliest mages observed the trajectory of the sun and the starry sky for many years, the twinkling stars in the dark are as charming as gems, and the beautiful golden light of the sun is like a sharp sword, easily piercing the mind of every observer. The beauty contained in these supreme and mysterious existences is like the will of the emperor, easily shake the deepest part of each observer's heart, and declare eternal majesty to them. Under this majesty, you must maintain yourself like a stone, never moved, and let yourself be like a sophisticated machine, observe and think about every detail without any interference, without any interference. Even for a mage, it is absolutely not simple.

But he did it anyway.

When I was an apprentice of a wizard, the teacher once told him that the meaning of prophesy of the existence of a wizard in this world is not only to seek a good result for the present by predicting the future, but more importantly, during the entire observation process, through the changes of all things, we can understand the supreme will of the Creator and understand the meaning of their own birth in this world.

The teacher firmly believes in the existence of this meaning, but every mage has his own will. Even if he has "surrendered" to the emperor now, he does not deny his own point. He always believes that only by truly being outside this world can he truly understand this world.

In his opinion, every prophetic master is a natural observer, just like a mirror used by the Creator to observe himself, it is a tool. The images projected in the tool are the embodiment of the Creator's will. The tool believes that these images exist in his will, but he clearly knows that without the world outside of this mirror, there will be nothing in the mirror.

From this perspective, he felt that he was the most qualified mirror. No matter before or after surrender, the work he did not change at all. To him, the emperor was just a mirror next to his own mirror. He was like a person looking in the mirror. He was also a part of this world. However, he installed himself with the most gorgeous frame and declared some absolute ownership of himself in the form of a consciousness network. He hoped that through himself, he could see clearly what he wanted to see, and hope that his function could be enjoyed exclusively by him.

It doesn't matter. As long as it is something you can see, you will show it to him. He will do this, not because he is afraid that he will face the danger of breaking if he doesn't do it, but because doing this is the only meaning of his existence in this world - the meaning of being a mirror. In fact, if anyone wants to see something from him, he will faithfully show it, no matter whether he is the emperor or others.

In the plane where he was born, he was once called a prophet and a saint. In the empire, he was called the Eye of the Empire by most people, but he felt that none of these should be his real names, because the names represent the names projected images of themselves from their own hearts, or the images they wished to see, and these images were undoubtedly not strictly and accurately. From this perspective, their mirrors were distorted inferior products. Of course, this idea was only his own projection to others.

As the mirror itself, he cannot know whether this projection is absolutely true, but as he himself believes, the world in the mirror is all meaning to the mirror itself. If the result of the projection is distorted and wrong, the deepest reason is not in himself, but in the whole world. From this point of view, every mirror is pathetic, and most mirrors are more pathetic than him is that they do not realize their potential, destined tragic aspects. From this point of view, he is a better quality mirror.

In comparison, the emperor's name of him is somewhat in line with his functional qualities. He calls himself the Magic Mirror. If this name is only used to summarize his function as an object, it can be said to be a perfect name, but it has not yet reached the standard in his heart. A truly good name should have a certain will, running through a person, or in other words, all the experience of using this mirror can not only represent the present, but also the future, or the fate of the owner of the name.

If he wants to give himself a name, he hopes to name himself the mirror of reality. "Reality" does not represent his true function, but his expectation for himself, or his only expectation for his destiny, because if everything he projected is a mistake, the meaning of his existence is undoubtedly the heaviest sorrow.

Before belonging to the emperor, many people stood in front of them, just like the current emperor, wanting to see from themselves what they hoped to see, maybe some specific objects, maybe the trajectory of their lives, maybe the answer to a question, maybe, just want to see themselves more clearly, some of them get satisfactory results from themselves, while others leave sadly, and most of the time, they show some doubts about the results they show themselves, many of them cannot perfectly meet their expectations, and they hope that they have made mistakes, but the facts they have long proved that the mistakes they expect did not happen, and the facts they show themselves prove again and again that this world has indeed given itself a certain power to project its true side, just as it gives other mages magic.

Every day at a fixed moment, several emperor's billionaires will come to their mirror, just as ordinary people care about their future, and care about the fate and future of the empire for their emperor. Occasionally, they will also ask the wizards who hide in those empires and do not belong to the consciousness network. Generally speaking, as long as they are clear enough about their own questions, they can get satisfactory answers from themselves.

This is true every day, never stopping, and today, there are no exceptions.

In the consciousness network, an elderly multi-hunter asked himself a grandfather who had been in his grandfather's grandfather... (there are twelve generations in total) every day. He had asked himself several questions that had been asked hundreds of thousands of times: "The eyes of the empire, please look at me, whether there is a will that does not belong to the emperor in the empire." This is the most concerned issue of the family of the multi-hunter who belonged to the emperor since the emperor was assassinated more than 500 years ago, because it is said that his ancestors before the 25th generation were among the multi-hunters who had died in the line of duty.

The Mirror of Truth, or Eye of the Empire, replied: "Not right now."

So he asked again: "Please look at me in the eyes of the empire, will the emperor's will continue to the end of your vision?"

These two questions are actually of the same nature. The former cares about whether there are mages hidden in it, while the latter cares about the dangers that the emperor may encounter.

He replied: "No."

He then asked, "Please look for me in the eyes of the empire, whether there are signs of new enemies at the end of your vision."

This is a question that takes a certain amount of observation time. After a while, he replied: "Yes."

The Medieval was not surprised by the question. The empire's territory was too large, and it was not surprising that new signs of enemies appeared. The Medieval took out a piece of parchment, prepared the quill and ink, and asked, "Can you describe this possible enemy for me and the threat they posed to the empire."

This is a more energy-consuming question, so the Nymph needs to wait longer. While waiting, he kept staring at the ground, counting the timed sun spots passing through the hall, and the increasingly dense timing grid was subconsciously guessing the possible answers, such as how many people might die, how these people died, and where these people died... These answers can make him prepare accordingly in case of unexpected and major changes.

Just halfway through the fourth magic, he got the answer to this question in the consciousness network: "A army of Captain Viren, named Viren, will suffer a crushing defeat, the soldiers are slaughtered by strange and exquisite machines, the steel fortress ejected explosive flames, and huge sharp arrows appear in the sky. When this sharp arrow hits the ground, the earth turns into a sea of ​​fire, from the sky to the earth, from the sun to the air, death is everywhere."

Carefully recalling and experiencing the incredible unfamiliar prophecy scene in my mind, the captain opened his mouth wide and did not react for a long time. Finally, he murmured: "What you just said seems to be a civilian plane? I have not seen any traces of magic."

The Eye of the Empire paused and replied: "No, there is magic in that plane."

"But I didn't see..." said the Nymph to himself in his heart, but then shook his head, "This is not important, it is important, it must be a strange and brand new plane."

Through the consciousness network, he immediately notified the multi-hunter who managed Viren. After learning about it, the other party contacted his subordinate in time. Soon the news came back and they were tracking a group of mages through shovels.

In this way, things will be done, and there is no doubt that without exerting external influence, the shovel will discover that plane at the time predicted by the Eye of the Empire, and the advance troops will suffer failure.

Weiren, who received feedback from his superiors, was very excited. He almost clenched his fists and immediately said to several ten thousand men under his commanders: "Let your army be prepared, and we will discover a brand new plane!"

As for the losses mentioned in the prophecy picture... in the empire, these have never been the focus. On the contrary, the more losses, the greater the resistance of the target plane, and it also means that there is greater value there.

Of course, he would not remember at this moment that these scenes were surprisingly similar to the scenes he described a prisoner a few months ago.

Weiren has secretly decided to do his best to arm more troops in the area he ruled, so that he can adapt as soon as possible after suffering losses, and in the shortest time, relying solely on his own strength to occupy and rule that plane in full. As for whether it will fail in the end... Weiren has never considered such a ridiculous issue.

...

Assisting in dealing with the "internal affairs" of the empire was only a small part of his work. For most of the time, the objects that his mirror needed to serve were the emperor alone.

After the routine "internal affairs time" ended, he opened a space door, put several prepared magic for himself, and came to the emperor's "laboratory".

Like the previous times when he saw the emperor, he was still standing at the top of a mountain. When he appeared, the emperor was staring at the ground in the distance, the bright red, slowly flowing magma ocean like boiled blood. After seeing him, the emperor turned his head and calmly said to him, as if he was talking to himself: "For more than a hundred years, the earth is like a giant who will never flow blood. The entire ocean has been evaporated by it, so he has no trace of stopping."

He raised his head and looked at the thick smoke and dust in the sky. The sun was on the other side of the smoke and dust, like a red carbon that was almost buried in ashes waiting to be extinguished, shining half-deadly, looking down at this land that had long been dead because of the appearance of the world-destroying person. Now it has become the emperor's private playground. Many times, he would see the emperor here, staring at the fiery red magma in a daze, thinking about a question that no one could answer him: "Why is the earth like the sun, no matter how it burns, it will never really go out."

He had asked himself this question countless times, and every time, his answer was the same, which was far from satisfying him: "Because they have not burned long enough, there is no unextinguished torch in the world."

“How long is it and long enough?”

“It’s far beyond my view.”

There are countless times more questions in this world than those with answers. These few of the emperor are just the most common ones among the countless questions.

The emperor opened a space door in front of the two and said to him: "After passing by, look at the sun."

He did as he did. The plane on the other side of the space gate was an ordinary part of the Emperor's Empire. It was noon and at the end of the view, several farmers were resting under the shade of the trees.

The emperor raised one of his hands as if nothing had happened, and then the entire empire felt his will.

It lasted for a long time until in his sight, the sun had gradually changed from golden at noon to red in the evening, and when it approached the ground line, he saw a dark red planet from the surface of the sun, appearing in front of the sun.

"Did you see it?" the emperor put down his hand and said to him, "Tell me, are these two suns the same!"

"Yes." This question is not difficult.

"Very good," the emperor nodded, "then, tell me again, am I on it?"

He paused for a moment and replied faithfully: "In!"

"I used to think that my territory was already big enough, and that I had everything," the emperor raised his head and looked into the black sky, but what he saw in his eyes were the bright stars that had been blocked by all this for hundreds of years. "Now I understand that compared with the real world, those are just dropping the ocean."

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