Old Day 213 - Old Day 287, Age of Knights. People admired knight duels to determine the ownership of fiefs and slaves.

Old Day 287 - Old Day 328, Undersea Age. The merfolk of Atlantis encountered explorers from the land, sparking a sea-land war.

When Su Ming'an came to his senses, time had already reached Old Day 300, a hundred years passing like the blink of an eye in his view.

Over the years, he has been called a Deity by people, with various texts and murals depicting his image, and countless poems of praise written about him.

As the world grew ever vaster, it became increasingly difficult to find Yuanyuan, and he ceased to be obsessed with looking for her. If he happened to meet her by chance, he would watch from a distance, and if not for a hundred years, he believed she would have her own life.

As Su Ming'an traversed the continent, teaching techniques to various countries, he gradually felt the people's fervor towards him. Gothic church buildings began to be constructed, Babel Towers reaching the sky, painted altars carved...

Those who had spoken with him were elected as "Bishop," "Shaman," and "Pope," who in turn selected "Priests," "Knights," and "Pastors"... With the intervention of the Royal Family, it underscored the Divine Right of Kings, even forming armies named "Church Army" and "Holy Alliance Army."

Human desire for power always left him marveling.

Old Day 310, Su Ming'an rested in a town that once housed the tribe of Xiao Yue and Xiao Si. The former tribe had transformed into a walled city, with yellow mud paving over bluestone bricks, and tribal warriors had evolved into armored soldiers.

The sense of time's passage was astounding.

Perhaps if he wandered around, he might encounter Xiao Si's descendants, but they wouldn't remember their grandmother from a hundred years ago.

"...Thank you for your guidance, I will remember the knowledge you have bestowed upon me."

Su Ming'an casually gave a child a book on navigation, and the child immediately turned serious.

Su Ming'an was curious: "Do you know who I am?"

"Even though you never show your face, only God dares to wear a black robe in this world. If anyone else dared to imitate your attire, the Church would surely capture and burn them. So, it must be you," the child replied.

Su Ming'an realized. He thought he disguised himself well, but it turned out the black robe had long become his symbol.

"What's your name?" Su Ming'an asked casually.

"My name is Wag, the child of a gardener." The child's eyes were bright: "My wish is to make life better for everyone in the town, to let everyone live in prosperity..."

"Hmm." Su Ming'an was not particularly attentive. He had seen countless such children, who would quickly fade from his memory.

He embarked on his journey once more.

... When will time slow down again?

Ten years, several decades, or a hundred years? Without Yuanyuan by his side, his perception of time turned into a muddled mess, as if a blink would span an era, and a turn could witness the rise and fall of a kingdom.

He vaguely felt that the surrounding architectural styles began to look increasingly familiar...

Old Day 328, he returned to the town and suddenly found that the child who once spoke to him had grown up into a Bishop.

A Bishop of about thirty stood in front of the church, drooping his brows, commanding the soldiers.

"... Couldn't capture the Foknus Viscount's child? Only killing the parents, what a pity, that child has the aura of a Witch; if caught, perhaps we could exchange for quite a fortune," the Bishop sighed regretfully at the severed heads presented by the soldiers: "Keep capturing, until the Witch is caught."

"Bishop, we don't even know who the Witch is," the priest said quietly.

"Capture according to the list, you'll find them eventually, and even if not, helping the Royal Family remove these nobles is not a loss..." The Bishop's face had long lost its vitality from childhood, replaced by the numbness of adulthood.

Su Ming'an stood silently for a while, his black robe melding into the shadows.

People's faith in the Deity had reached extreme fervor, such that even a gardener's child, having spoken to the Deity, could rise to the position of Bishop, above thousands of others.

—He finally realized which era he had stepped into.

...

Old Day 328 - Old Day 398, The Witch Age. People had an extreme zeal for their faith in the Deity, sparking religious wars, with the Church capturing heretics in the name of the Witch. Blackberry Kennit, adopted by the Supreme Mage, proclaimed himself Emperor, intent on uniting the world.

...

And the name Blackberry had before being wiped out was...

Foknus Xili.

It turned out that Su Ming'an's interaction with the gardener's son indirectly led to the demise of the Blackberry family.

...

[(Her robes fluttered like clouds in the sky)]

[(Her steps light as dewdrops on a lotus leaf)]

[(Witch—oh Witch)]

[(Under the song of the Nightingale—Xili saw the most beautiful light)]

[(Was she... an Angel?)]

...

The cycles of reincarnation were too many, each life ended with a decisive suicide; sometimes Xiao Ying would become forgetful, not remembering who he was.

In this life, he was born as the only son of the Foknus family, Xili. The Bishop sent soldiers to kill his parents.

Covered in blood, as he crawled towards the door—

A witch draped in a black robe stood in the light, helping him kill the pursuers.

"Thank you for saving me..." he said gratefully.

"No need to thank me, you can call me the Supreme Mage," the Nightingale on the witch's shoulder spoke.

Xiao Ying was startled for a moment, looked at the witch, then at the Nightingale... What was going on? The Nightingale was the Supreme Mage? Then who was the witch...

The Nightingale cawed: "I am the Supreme Mage. The female body beside me is my magical construct, controlled by a supreme power, interlinking the causality of past and future."

Xiao Ying said, "Then I shall address you as Supreme Mage, and this witch as Angel. Is that okay?"

The Nightingale said, "Of course it's okay, it was her master who wanted to save you, not me."

Xiao Ying asked, "Why doesn't that supreme power appear personally, but acts through this witch's body? How can I see that supreme power with my own eyes?"

"Well. That's the difference between dream patrol and reality, because the game's storyline needs it! You can't just conjure up a character out of thin air." The Nightingale said, "I'm actually the most tired one, okay? Even though I'm the Supreme Mage, I have to create a magical construct's body for the player... Hmph."

...

[Su Ming'an's perspective soared, realizing the game was not in first-person view, but rather had a slightly top-down angle. He could control the mage.]

[A Nightingale suddenly perched on the mage's shoulder. It had a beautiful set of black feathers, its eyes the color of rubies.]

[Newbie guide text appeared in Su Ming'an's vision: Please guide the mage, moving forward.]

[Banana: Who are you?]

[Nightingale: You don't remember me? I'm your magical construct, your good partner! From now on, let me guide your adventure!]

...

So it was.

The Nightingale was the real Supreme Mage, while the Banana Witch was its magical construct. In the Dream Patrol game, for player immersion, the blocking mechanism was at play, making players think the Banana Witch was the Supreme Mage, easing their control.

"Is the supreme being male or female?" Xiao Ying glanced at the poised and beautiful witch and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course... cough, of course she's female!" Nightingale would never admit its quirky taste; actually, it could totally create a male sorcerer's body.

At this moment, the witch's lips emitted a melodious voice: "What's your name?"

Xiao Ying was stunned for a moment. Nightingale hurriedly said, "Answer her! The supreme being is asking you!"

Xiao Ying said, "So, the conversation between you and me..."

Nightingale said, "The supreme being can't hear the conversation between you and me! The Dream Patrol has a blocking mechanism; it leaves only the most fitting storyline of the game settings, so just answer her properly!"

Xiao Ying nodded and looked at the witch. Despite her stiff movements, there was a great power behind her that he couldn't reach.

He answered her question.

...

[Banana: What's your name?]

[Boy: The Foknus Family has perished. From now on, I have no name. Please give me one, angel.]

[Banana: ...Uh, I'm not an angel, just a sorcerer. You can call me Banana. You can also choose your own name.]

[Boy: You are called Banana, looking golden, like warm light. Then I shall be called Blackberry.]

...

He gave himself the name "Blackberry."

To match with this life-saving benefactor.

They walked through the wilderness, Nightingale complaining incessantly: "The supreme being grabbed my skill bar and clicked madly. He only needs to move his fingers, but it's my magic power!"

Xiao Ying showed an embarrassed but polite smile. The supreme being would borrow the witch's body to cast skills; the witch was a magical creation of Nightingale, and of course, the witch couldn't use skills, so in the end, Nightingale had to cast the skills herself.

...

[Su Ming'an clicked madly on the skill bar, and all the knights fell to the ground. Although the sorcerer's Combat Power isn't strong, Banana is a Supreme Mage, dealing with a group of knights is not a problem.]

He wouldn't realize that the one truly casting skills was Nightingale, not Banana.

...

"To that supreme being, is this just a game?" Xiao Ying asked.

"Well, more or less. What will be presented to him will be the most streamlined plot and dialogue; the nonsense between you and me is like a blocked word, it won't appear at all! In his eyes, you are an obedient child." Nightingale said.

"My life... is her game." Xiao Ying said.

"It's all to rescue the world, so relax." Nightingale said.

...

Time passed rapidly.

In Olden Day 329, Blackberry became a lord of a city.

In Olden Day 330, Blackberry controlled numerous cities.

By Olden Day 333, Blackberry declared himself king. He launched a war to conquer the Continent, unified coins and measures, and stopped the religious practice of burning witches.

In Olden Day 334, Blackberry built an airship to search for the supreme being.

By Olden Day 341, the name of Blackberry the tyrant spread across the Continent. Future generations don't know how they will evaluate Kennit the Great Emperor, whether it will be for his achievement of awakening thought, or condemning him for the brutality of launching wars.

In Olden Day 342, Blackberry Kennit stood at the Abyss of Netherworld.

...

Blackberry leaned against the abyss. Aside from the first few encounters, he never saw the supreme being again, she didn't seem to care about this game. Now, he was cornered.

"Angel! Angel! I completed the trial you set! So many people woken from ignorance, I've done it, can't you—can't you meet me—" he tried desperately to call out.

He had awakened countless minds, made people believe there's no witch in this world. But... why... the supreme being still hasn't appeared?

He knew there was a dimension wall between them. No matter how he shouted, unless she put on the Dream Patrol Helmet, she absolutely wouldn't hear him.

So, until the very last moment, until he fell into the abyss,

—The angel did not come.

But if he had a chance, he would still go through fire and water for the angel... lifetime after lifetime.

With such thoughts at the end.

At the age of twenty-six, Blackberry Kennit closed his eyes forever.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered who he was, like a revolving lantern, countless memories surged...

"I seem to..." he whispered:

"Remember it..."

He fell into the abyss.

...

With further development of medical technology, the witch executions lasting almost a hundred years finally ceased. People began to realize that the source of the plague was not witches, but something called "virus."

In Olden Day 398, The Witch Age ended.

Olden Day 398 to Olden Day 438, Age of Talisman. The academic atmosphere in the East flourished, with nations bowing in respect.

Olden Day 439 to Olden Day 478, Magical Age. The magic winds of the West received feedback from the East, and Eastern and Western cultures merged.

Olden Day 479 to Olden Day 511, Age of Faith. People discovered "emotion" as the source of strength, the power system of Matrix Orders was initially formed.

Olden Day 512, Steam Age.

—The long-traveling Su Ming'an met the girl with purple eyes once again.

When he reached Burg Castle, the girl was sweeping snow. Although she was in a black-robed god form rather than a detective, she instantly recognized him.

"Detective, why have you returned already, less than half a year? I've just finished learning sword skills; according to your daily schedule, I was going to work next..." Alice said in surprise, putting down the broom: "I'll brew tea for you, and there's Spring Heart Cookies..."

Time seemed to freeze into eternity.

Su Ming'an walked over and gently embraced her.

She was a bit surprised, until he softly said:

"No need to learn sword anymore... you don't like swords, so we won't learn. We'll go to the lake together to watch the scenery, fireworks. And the little ink cat...

"You can learn whatever you want... painting is fine, playing the piano is fine, you're no longer forced to be the 'Protagonist'..."

He seemed to be warming with her, yet also trying to hold onto something.

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