When Lorraine Hill opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a room in a high tower.

Dim lights shone on the table, it was late at night outside the window, and there was silence.

There was no one else in the room but herself.

After waiting for a while, but nothing happened, Lorraine Hill turned his attention to the desk in front of him.

A thick book with a copper cover was placed there quietly, its corners were worn and shiny, as if it had been used for a long time.

She opened the book and began to read slowly.

Most of them are complicated formulas, calculation processes, some design sketches, inspirations, etc. It is not until you turn to the last part that some diary-like records appear.

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I suddenly felt tired. It turns out that even I sometimes feel tired and unable to do what I do.

There are many affairs in Oz, big and small, that have never stopped, and there are more than I imagined.

It's time to delegate some power, and as Edwina said, everything has to be balanced.

But these are just slightly troublesome little things. What makes me even more tired is the despair in the endless search.

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When I was very young, I briefly met Trinasha, the butterfly witch who also had the name of time.

I don’t know why, even though it was a short, ordinary meeting that lasted less than half a day, the scene that day has always been in my mind.

I was being taken by sister Selene and met her at that time. She was also taking a little girl with her at that time, which was Hades.

"Are you Dorothy?" Those eyes looked at me, not treating me as a child who didn't understand anything.

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"Do you want to pursue knowledge and truth? But that is not necessarily the path to happiness." At that time, the Butterfly Witch led Hades and me as we walked among the flowers in the woods.

"The more you are exposed to it and the more you know, the more emptiness and ugliness you will find."

"As a result, we become more and more suspicious of past opinions and opinions, and finally remain skeptical of everything, thereby rejecting and not believing in any good things. Because that is contrary to interests and reason."

"But, despite this, after seeing so much misfortune and ugliness, I still miss and appreciate that little irrational warmth."

"At least their presence makes me feel at ease."

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These were all the words I heard during my brief time with the butterfly witch.

Just a few words, I didn't care at all, because the exploration of knowledge is so wonderful, the strengthening of strength is so happy, and I can do whatever I want to do.

This is what I thought until a few years ago.

However, it was not until recently that I gradually came into contact with my ceiling and limits, and realized my own powerlessness and insignificance.

Although Oz is becoming more powerful day by day, as its number reaches tens of millions, I can no longer grasp every aspect. This feeling of gradually losing control is really uncomfortable.

There is also a lot of unfavorable news about the exploration of the Galaxy Universe.

The Ivar galaxy is located at the end of the spiral arm of the Milky Way. There are very few star systems around it and they are all far apart. If we want to open up more suitable planets in the future, we have to move to the center of the spiral arm.

However, the situation on that side of the spiral arm... (Loran Hill looked at this and Dorothy seemed to pause for a long time, falling into several deep origins.)

The ancient people were really great and crazy.

How many star systems have they colonized and built, so that the huge number of corpses has formed a wall of sighs that blocks everything. Those phantoms wandering in the void are like immortal ghosts, forever wandering, forever chasing the living.

intelligent beings.

Perhaps this planet is the only paradise and home. What a happy and sad word.

Now that I know all this, I am beginning to hesitate. Should I continue to maintain this illusory happiness for thousands of years, or should I tell everyone the cruel truth that we are just little animals trapped in a cage.

The truth is not necessarily beautiful. It may even cause greater harm and be of no benefit to life. For example, if you tell a young mother that your child will definitely die, this is an inevitable fate. She should feel very uncomfortable.

And be unhappy.

But now, I can't look back.

The road is completed, and countless people and friends have already tied onto the started train, heading towards the inevitable future...

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Lorraine Hill looked at the scrawled and messy records that followed, which contained Dorothy's constant reflections and self-arguments.

In the later stages of Oz, Dorothy's thoughts became divided.

A part of them still insists on running towards the stars and fighting the endless phantoms, even if it will lead to the destruction of everything.

The other part believes that maintaining the peace and happiness of the present is the most important thing. Things in the starry sky are too far away and people may not need them.

For this reason, she also asked Tidais to make a similar phantom for herself. The two often argued with each other at academic seminars, told each other, and conveyed both views, allowing the mages in the country to make their own choices.

Such behavior naturally led to the division of mages in the country. Finally, after the destruction of Oz, the two parties also came to a situation where they were opposed to each other.

Under the pressure of green threats and lofty goals, Lurner's faction also paid more and more attention to efficiency and data, and gradually moved to the extreme extreme of pursuing power. This is almost a historical necessity.

When he finished flipping through the copper-covered book, Lorraine Hill's eyesight dimmed, and the scenery around him changed, appearing in another room.

At this moment, she was in front of the mirror, looking at the girl in the mirror who was also wearing a black skirt and stockings.

Suddenly, the black-haired girl in the mirror smiled.

"Are you the one who will read my diary in the future?" It was as if Dorothy was standing on the other side of the mirror talking to her.

"Who will it be? Suqin, Tidaisi, Edwina, Agatha, or Si Ye who is about to fight with me."

"But if you can get this diary, that means I'm no longer here."

"Actually, there is a lot of nonsense recorded in the front of the diary. Those things have nothing to do with the truth."

"Have you looked at it very carefully and guessed there are some clues in it, haha."

"Actually, although these are deeds that have nothing to do with the truth, they are important experiences for my personal growth. If I don't tell you, how can you understand how great the owner of this diary is."

"Okay, now let's get down to business. What kind of world do we live in."

"There is no doubt that this is a world with a glorious civilization. The era they lived in was about 50,000 to 60,000 years ago. This group of past beings created many races in the world. Today's humans, elves, orcs,

They can all be said to be its branches.”

"It sounds a little unbelievable, but it is true. That unimaginable ancient civilization, like gods, transformed the world and created new life."

"But this kind of civilization has not continued. They seem to have become extinct, and they seem to have left this planet, so only the remnants of us are left."

"And it must be some kind of powerful disaster that caused the extinction of such a powerful civilization."

"That's right, it's the Chaos Disaster that is so familiar on the continent."

"The source is those intelligent beings in ancient times. They died in the disaster that spread all over the place like being infected by a virus. And the souls of the dead creatures were also broken and dirty, becoming new phantoms of chaos."

"If it's just okay, the corpses and ghosts will slowly decay and dissipate."

"But in fact they are not. They seem to be maintained by something and are not completely dead. In other words, there is still some instinct and unconsciousness."

"This is something that is difficult to understand with common sense. It is like a fish cut into three pieces. It should be completely dead. But the soul is not like that. A broken soul is still a soul. Under the influence of a special power or force, these existences are still alive.

Retaining weak activity means that even if they become fragments, they will slowly grow and replicate."

"That's the scary part about it."

"As for the ancient civilization, its population and quantity are unmatched by Ivar's world, and its people are countless. For such a huge existence, even if there is only one percent left, it is hundreds or thousands of times larger than ours."

"The power of life at that time was not something that fragile humans today can compete with."

"As a result, my last idea gradually went bankrupt. Even if we fly out of this world and go to other parts of the galaxy, we will still have to face endless disasters."

"The existence of intelligent beings is like a bright light in the dark night, attracting these phantoms to keep approaching."

"The more powerful and active its existence is, the more phantoms it will attract."

"According to my observations, perhaps it is because there are more and more extraordinary beings on this planet and they are getting stronger and stronger, and the phantoms of chaos are gradually being attracted and slowly approaching in the galaxy. It can take as short as hundreds of years or as long as several.

Thousands of years later. One day they will reach this final paradise."

"In addition, the chaotic vortex on the earth and ocean is the door of time and space that ancient people used to lead to other planets."

"The planets that can be directly connected to the capital by ancient people must be important and prosperous existences. Maybe there is an environment suitable for life to live there."

"If one day we really can't support it, then we will have no choice but to fight against the odds, open one of the doors, carve out a new home, and transfer life to another planet."

"This way we can continue to maintain peace for thousands of years, until the next time those phantom armies attack across the galaxy."

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"Sacrifice is inevitable, even for us witches."

"In addition, the orcs in the wilderness era may be right. We witches are just fragments of the gods, like bright flames in the dark night, attracting the pursuit of those phantoms of chaos."

"Killing the witch can maintain darkness to the greatest extent and delay the coming of disaster."

"It's a sad and cruel fact. It is clear that the gods are the most glorious crystallization of ancient people, but now they are the source of all disasters."

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To be continued...