How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World chapter 354

How To Live As A Writer In A Fantasy World 354

Chapter 354

As Arwen wanted, the short and thick Albenheim life continued.

One day, to recover the shaking lower body and to read Zeno’s biography, I only rested at the same time.

It’s dangerous out of bed, and I roll around in bed with her or look around the bed.

We had a not boring time, and we chatted with Arwen in between.

“Then you haven’t decided on a name for this world?”

“It’s not this world, it’s the world in Zeno’s life.”

In particular, Arwen, who had read all the drafts I gave him, raised these and other questions. The name of the world that Xenon will shout out first.

Originally, I had planned to name it after Hirt’s real name, but it was not allowed. So he has to come up with a different name.

“If it’s not you, would other people think that way? I don’t think so at all.”

“Then it’s inevitable. Do you have any recommendations? If possible, it would be good if it was related to the land.”

“There are books on ancient languages ​​in the sanctuary. It will be helpful to read them later.”

Then it’ll be fine. The ancient language is very difficult to obtain, so it is very difficult to obtain it.

It’s been so long since I’ve almost lost it. Besides, I’m interested in history, and it’s event-driven, so language is behind the scenes.

“By the way, Lucifer spread his wings… Even though he borrowed the power of the devil…”

Arwen looked at me with eyes full of anticipation and curiosity. It seems that Cecily’s demonization incident came to mind.

At this, I smiled bitterly and shook my head. The demonization of Cecily and the transformation of an elf into an angel are two different fields.

“No. He decreed not even the gods. He said an angelic transcendent could be relegated to a mortal, but not vice versa.”

“why?”

“Because of my birth.”

To become a transcendent, one must be born as a transcendent. It is impossible for a mortal to become a transcendent.

I was a little sad to hear this too, but after going through reincarnation, I was able to change my mindset.

Wouldn’t it be okay to die as a mortal and be reborn as a transcendent? Said.

Not a human body, but a divine body. There are records of Hercules in Greek mythology.

‘The story of Jin’s resurrection as an angel after he dies. Hmm······’

It’s okay, but because demons become angels, something feels strange. It’s not that they’re not elves, descendants of angels, but demons ascending to heaven.

I think this should be used as a last resort. There could have been a backlash from the Albenheim side.

Besides, Jin swallowed Diabols and became a complete one. It is the same with the soul.

Will the gods be able to purify the soul polluted with evil and separate only the person named Jin?

It was possible to bring me from another dimension to this world and reincarnate, but this was more than that, so I was a little cautious.

‘I’ll have to ask.’

I left Arwen alone for a while and went out of the bedroom. As I said before, Elodia also doubles as a temple.

Originally, the elves worship Luminus and the dark elves worship Mora, but since the dark elves were exiled, both elves have been serving them.

Also, according to Arwen, his relationship with the Dark Elves is noticeably improving.

He said that the fusion with the dark elves he wanted so much would happen soon, and he thanked him, saying that it was all thanks to him.

Anyway, I headed to Elodia’s chapel to ask some questions to the gods…

[Resurrecting the soul of a mortal in the vessel of the Transcendent… It’s not impossible. We will suffer a lot because we have to make a new vessel.]

‘Anyway, is it possible?’

[Not impossible.]

I asked Mora, not Luminus. He may have been upset with her because he hadn’t talked to her Mora recently, so he went looking for her.

Mora’s chapel, seated in Elodia, was dark like a temple in Hellium, and only candles were illuminating.

Although Alvenheim exiled the Dark Elves, he did not reject or do so, thanks to his clinging to tradition.

If that was the case, Mora would have been really angry. With that in mind, I asked Mora a question.

‘Then what if the soul is defiled? Is purification impossible in that case?’

[It is possible. However, it is very difficult to separate the two in a state where water and ink are mixed.]

‘Isn’t that impossible?’

[yes.]

Then at least it will be But what worries me is the backlash of the elves, more precisely, their dissatisfaction.

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Even without openly protesting, the demons ascended to angels, so wouldn’t they express their dissatisfaction?

Moreover, the elves and the dark elf side heroes sacrificed their lives to destroy the World Tree. If they hadn’t sacrificed their lives, Diabols would have resurrected sooner.

There are countless heroes who sacrificed their lives to save the crisis, but it was not fair to pick Jin and resurrect him as a Transcendent.

[Kick kick.]

When she is in trouble for a long time, Mora laughs playfully. The smile pulled her away from her thoughts.

‘Why are you laughing?’

[Seeing an interesting future.]

‘Is it a good future or a bad future for me?’

[Is it just a fun future?]

It looks like you don’t want to tell me. I was fed up with Mora’s still playful joke whenever I looked at it.

Seeing that the future is interesting, I must be in a difficult position.

Had I known this would be the case, I would have gone to see Luminous. Luminous is because she’s kind unlike Mora, so she’ll tell you everything.

[what. So you’re saying I’m unkind?]

‘It’s not that, it’s just that it’s playful.’

[huh. Do whatever you feel like. It’s complicated because of my mother, but I hate it. I will not give you divine power in the future.]

That’s a bit difficult. I smiled bitterly at Mora, who was acting like a child who had lost her toys.

Not knowing anything else, not receiving divine power is a big risk. I guess I’ll have to calm it down somehow.

‘Hirt-nim gave a blessing, but why can’t you two?’

[I don’t care if I give or not. It’s just a matter of stamping.]

‘Dojo?’

[yes. You said this when your mom gave it to you. I will give you ‘blessings of pure nature’. It’s not an ordinary blessing, it’s a pure blessing.]

What’s different? I’m not a priest, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Although Morado grumbled as to whether he had read my thoughts, he kindly explained them one by one.

[A pure blessing is the same as giving you some power.]

‘Power?’

[yes. When a priest prays to give power to another or to adversely affect an adversary. Or to completely assimilate with the darkness, making it difficult to detect even with magic. Both of these are concepts of blessing, so if you have enough faith, you can do it, but the powers are different. It can perform ‘miracles’.]

‘·······’

A word that makes you confused just by hearing it, a miracle.

As much as God clearly exists, there are also miracles that cannot be explained scientifically in this world. But why is a miracle called a miracle?

It’s obviously impossible, but for some reason, it’s possible. We often call it a ‘miracle’.

[If Luminous Oppa uses a miracle, even a dying person can be saved or a severed body can be restored. Otherwise, it might bring back the lost sense.]

‘Isn’t that even Kate?’

[He can only ‘suture’ the amputated part. But my brother’s miracle is that a new body grows like a bud. The feeling is the same.]

It’s literally a miracle. I marveled at her explanation and immediately asked a question.

‘Then what about Mora?’

[Unlike my brother, I am focused on the inner field, not the external field. Mainly on the mental side. In such a way that a person who has become disabled or a person suffering from senility is brought back to normal.]

At first glance, it may not seem like much, but that is enough to be called a miracle.

In particular, dementia in a previous life is called a disease of the devil that should never be acquired. A tragic mental illness that makes even his own family unrecognizable.

Both gods perform miracles that match their symbols, so what kind of miracle will the goddess of nature show?

[As you know, what symbolizes mother is nature. Because of this, you will be loved by animals wherever you go. Besides, I can talk to them.]

‘Conversation? You couldn’t talk with the babsae yesterday?’

[That’s because I didn’t communicate properly. Even if you grant power, it’s up to you to use it. Oh, and do you know by any chance that it is a ‘spiritual creature’?]

‘Of course I know.’

Like a fantasy world, there are also spirits here. Instead, as it is called a spirit creature, the frequency of its discovery is very low.

Spiritual creatures include not only animals, but also plants. The biggest example is wild ginseng that is several hundred years old.

In any case, if only one was found, it is rare enough to be found directly by the state rather than by an organization, and its efficacy is excellent.

[If you have enough divine power, you can evolve ordinary animals and plants into spirits.]

‘······ Is that possible?’

[That is the pure blessing given by the goddess of nature. Besides, when you are in trouble, nature will help you. No matter how strong the demon worshiper is, if nature blocks it, it will be impossible to pursue you. Anyway, do you see how great the blessings you received are?]

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Every time you know It went far beyond the level that promoted an ordinary human to a druid.

You will know how great nature is without having to preach. No matter how strong the human race, it is nature that can never be defeated.

To be honest, it was hard for me to understand that such a nature helped me.

‘·······You love me a lot.’

[I can’t help but be pretty. How much did you do?]

‘haha.’

Mora’s sincere praise made me embarrassed for nothing. I didn’t get used to receiving praise from God until I got used to it.

I moved on to another question without delay to lessen this awkwardness.

‘Well then, what about the seeds of the world tree? Can I just plant it in the estate?’

[·······]

I asked about the seeds of the world tree, but there was no answer. There is only heavy silence.

I felt something strange and asked again.

‘Mora?’

[yes? Why?]

‘How are the seeds of the world tree…’

[Do whatever you want.]

do whatever you want I couldn’t help but wonder at Mora’s vaguely vague answer.

Does that mean I can break the seeds with a hammer? Or is it really meant to be planted in the estate?

About the time when she was tilting her head at the words she couldn’t understand, Mora spoke in a slightly urgent voice.

[Ho, is there anything else?]

‘Well, there’s nothing special about it.’

[yes? okay. then see you later hi!]

Mora quickly cut off contact to see if there was something urgent. I slowly opened my closed eyes as soon as I lost contact with her.

The stone statue of Mora erected in front had no energy left. It went away like Mora ran away.

‘what?’

Why aren’t we talking about the seeds of the world tree? What the hell kind of future is unfolding, why don’t you even tell me?

I got up from my seat while tilting my head in response to the completely unknown reaction.

If Mora reacts like that, Luminus must be similar. Clearly, the reason is contained in the seeds of the world tree.

‘You can’t really hit it with a hammer.’

Let’s just leave it alone until we get back. I cleared my mind and went back to the bed where Arwen was waiting.

I’m sure you didn’t tell me what you were thinking. I never thought they would harm me.

So I moved to the bed where Arwen was waiting.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“······what are you doing?”

On the bed, I was able to face Arwen, who was holding a seed the size of his own face.

Rather than being ridiculous, it made me laugh out loud because it was cute and cute.

Arwen laughed at my question and came up with a really cute answer like himself.

“The seeds are all alone, so it looks cold…”

“·······”

“Isn’t this a gift from Hirt-nim? So I thought I might have to pay more attention…”

It was too lovely for a woman who was over 100 years old to say it.

Hearing that, I laughed out loud, then carefully climbed onto the bed and approached her.

Then, stroking the golden seed that Arwen was holding dearly, he said quietly.

“Then can we hold each other?”

“Go together?”

“Why? Are you ashamed to hug me with me even though you’ve been through the first night?”

“It’s not that…”

Arwen blushed and embarrassed when I asked him not to sleep. I smiled softly and pulled the blanket up.

It’s not yet time to sleep, but it’s enough to make memories for a lifetime.

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Eventually, he pulled the blanket up to his chest and hugged Arwen slowly while putting the seeds between them.

“That, darling.”

“Shhh. Let’s be like this for now.”

“Yes······”

So when I closed my eyes to take a sweet nap.

Pop!

An unusual sound reached our ears.

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