GBP Chapter 225 Memories of This World
Chapter 225 Memories of This World
When I woke up again, or rather, when the darkness receded once more, I saw a small cradle before me.
Who am I? Where am I...?
"You reach out your hand, and the Eye of the Grass Element in your hand shines. Place it in the hands of the girl in the cradle and let her play with it, listening to her family call her name, Nel."
The crying girl grabbed the Eye of God, stopped crying, and curiously examined the glowing glass ball.
Is this...me? Then...who am I?
"You've grown up and made a group of friends. There are four of them: Al-Hysen, Seno, Tinari, and Kavi."
"The girl in the cradle has grown up. She likes to follow you everywhere, and she won't leave your side for even a moment."
"Later, in a conspiracy against your friend's father, you met the Little Lucky Grass King, Nasita."
Little Lucky Grass King... How could this be? She's never mentioned such a friend before...
Is this someone else's memory? Who is he?
"At the Flower Goddess's birthday festival when you were eight years old, you witnessed the death of a girl, the breaking up of a family, the cruelty of the Demon Scale Disease, and the ruthlessness of the sage."
"You remembered the girl's name, Anne, and in that instant, you solidified your belief in overthrowing the entire Order House, and for that you applied for a scholar's degree."
"Your teacher is a scholar of the Ming Lun school, Azhar."
The girl took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror, where the familiar face of the boy came into view.
Her pupils dilated, and in an instant, long-buried memories surged forth, and the invisible barrier trembled.
A bottle of emerald green potion was placed beside the young lady's pillow, gently smoothing the girl's furrowed brows.
On that rainy night, he took away a little girl, a contract, and gave her a complete family.
"Hey! Time to play your card! What are you standing there for?"
A card is placed on the table, and who would know that the life of the card's owner is extended because of a potion?
The flow of memories slowly moved forward, his appearance became clearer and clearer, and that name was on the tip of my tongue.
An elder who had wandered in the desert for a hundred years, and a mercenary girl who ran away in a huff, they followed his guidance to Sumeru.
Behind the unknown, an unsigned letter of donation brought back her mechanical family to the lonely elder, and a fire buried the sins and misunderstandings in yesterday's Hall of Transfiguration.
The man who entered the Pure Goodness Palace reached out to the minor deity imprisoned for five hundred years, saying:
"Happy birthday, Nasida."
Perhaps, such days will continue forever, and from now on, there will be no more separations.
"If that's really the case, then that would be great."
Beneath the World Tree, the boy, who had already ascended to godhood, sat calmly in the Ark of Consciousness, gazing down at Sumeru in the night.
Before him stood the former deity of Mount Sumeru, the God of Wisdom who should have passed away five hundred years ago, the Great Compassionate Tree King.
The divine war waged by the God-Making Workshop, and the celebrations after the victory, were nothing more than a carefully woven dream.
With the full power of Sumeru's knowledge, plus the assistance of two divine hearts and the Great Tree King, it was enough to deceive Nasita, who did not yet have a deep understanding of the World Tree, for quite some time.
Do you really know the consequences of doing this?
The Great Tree King sighed, and the grotesque, purplish-black markings representing forbidden knowledge were hidden beneath her neck.
A trace of weariness appeared on her face. After suppressing forbidden knowledge for five hundred years, her consciousness was also at its limit.
"This means that the entire world of Teyvat, including myself as the incarnation of the World Tree, will forget your existence, even if you have the status of an Adventist."
"Moreover, this was my destiny."
The Tree King's tone was serious, but the boy's face remained relaxed and carefree as he casually tossed and played with the two Hearts of God.
The alternating flashes of light, a pale green and a silvery white, concealed the somewhat cynical reply.
It's okay, I know, it's all the same.
The murmurs of forbidden knowledge echoed constantly in his mind, and madness and hatred continuously eroded his reason and emotions.
The Tree King knew that this was because they had sensed their ideal host and were trying to break free from her control.
The Adventists are invaluable vessels for forbidden knowledge, and their allure is fatal.
"Come...become one with us..."
The white-haired girl silently closed her eyes, and a light equal to that of the World Tree emanated from her. The forbidden knowledge in pitch black, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, reluctantly retreated into a corner.
The Great Compassion Tree King looked helplessly at her increasingly transparent palm; she knew she couldn't hold on much longer.
The compassionate and wise deity took a deep breath, her gaze as bright as the torches of Judgment Day. She stood beneath the corrupt World Tree, looking down upon the boy, who understood her meaning.
Protecting the World Tree is my duty, my people. If you have no reason to convince me, please leave.
The final outcome is that the world will forget me.
The boy remained silent for a long time, then sighed, stepped forward, and fearlessly met the gaze of the wise god.
I am a very selfish person, so please forgive me for taking it upon myself to interfere with your fate.
Nasita can only be Nasita. Buyer's duties do not belong to her. She is merely the Little Lucky Grass King, nothing more.
The gentle goddess wavered slightly, lowering her four-leaf clover eyes to look at the figure sleeping in the Pure Goodness Palace.
O Great Tree King, she has a clear conscience in the world of Teyvat, but she feels guilty only about her cycle of rebirth.
Five hundred years of house arrest, and when she finally broke free, it was not a relief, but an even heavier responsibility.
The world forgot her existence, and from then on there was only one Bouyer. She had to bear memories several times longer than her own lifespan, and from then on she had to shoulder a weight and mission that did not belong to her.
Is that Nasita still the same little auspicious grass king who, with innocence in her heart, guards the dreams of children at night?
The Tree King silently looked into the boy's eyes. She saw the firelight, and for the first time, the wise deity felt a deep sense of shame.
I love her first, she loves this country, and only then do I love this country; otherwise, Mount Sumeru is worthless compared to Nasita.
That's your reasoning... I... can't refute it, nor do I have the right to criticize it.
The Great Tree King is a qualified deity, but not a qualified predecessor or elder.
The boy's expression remained calm. She was hesitating, but wasn't it time to throw out the last chip?
He slowly raised his arm, a victor's smile on his face, the menacing purplish-black markings on his arm strikingly similar.
The Tree King's pupils suddenly contracted, and a bitter smile appeared on her face. She knew where his confidence came from.
The boy before her had long been tainted by forbidden knowledge, and now she understood when that had happened.
It was when the prescription for the Demon Scale Disease was prepared.
The Demon Scale Disease is caused by forbidden knowledge. How can one formulate a prescription if one does not understand the principles of forbidden knowledge?
The body of the Descendant is a natural barrier, and forbidden knowledge coexists within it, rendering the records of the World Tree and the mind-reading of the God of Wisdom powerless against it.
To go to such lengths for them... How cunning of you, Sumeru's Descendant.
Thus, simply erasing the Great Tree King is not enough; since the Descendants are not within the World Tree, the erasure is ineffective.
This is an open conspiracy with no solution.
In the instant his mind was clouded, the all-encompassing scheme was quietly launched, catching the Great Compassion Tree King, whose only remaining soul was caught off guard.
As the four-leaf clover floats, forbidden knowledge, as a "concept," naturally falls within the scope of what is heard and calculated.
The frantic babbling ceased, and an unprecedented ease and tranquility, as gentle as the morning sun, enveloped her. Yet, the Great Tree King still felt no relief; a sorrowful expression appeared on her face.
What will happen to them if they leave without a word?
A dark, forbidden aura enveloped the boy's entire body, with purplish-black lines spreading up his neck, yet his smile remained relaxed.
Before leaving, I had done everything I could.
Perhaps one day, that kid Abatui will fix Tamimi, and Sweetie won't be all alone anymore.
Perhaps one day, Dixia will discover the true face of "Mishal" and resolve the knots in her heart from the past.
Little Dori is healthy and will stay with her forever. Dina Zede's demon scale disease will also get better.
Oh, and before leaving, he also took a sum of Hazard's personal money and donated it to the Zubair Theatre, and also booked a long-stay supper at the Milo Tower with Mr. Judt.
However, I can't deliver it to you in person, Nel.
Finally, there's the minor deity, Narcida, who managed to deceive the eyes of the god of wisdom—no wise man throughout history has ever accomplished that, has he?
You are now a qualified deity. From now on, the little grass god no longer needs the guidance of the sage. It's time to say goodbye.
Happy birthday!
The gift is on the bedside table, and the flower cart has been prepared in advance. Remember to get up early tomorrow morning and eat date and coconut honey candy!
And also... I'm sorry...
I will no longer walk with you on the road ahead.
Everything was perfect, like a dream of the Flower Goddess's birthday celebration. Passing through the veil of smoke and the dark forest, dawn brought a thousand flowers in full bloom.
The sun has risen, and the dream should end with the moon.
There's no need to chase after them; farewells are truly unpleasant.
So let the world completely forget me.
When the leaves fell, the boy disappeared. He went to a place where there was neither light nor darkness.
So, dearest stranger, do you still remember my name?
The next time you pass by, I will no longer be here.
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