Chapter 74
The fortune-teller wanders between dreams, and all kinds of souls float past her eyes. She just glanced at it with little interest, and then quickly looked away. Finally, she stopped at the most colorful of those dreams.
That dream is like the colored windows of a church, and the doves flutter their wings to refract colorful light, and all the light and shadow form a part of this artwork.
The fortune teller has seen this kind of dream, but as far as she knows, the owners of the dream are all people who died young. Only human beings who stay in the most beautiful moment of their lives will have this color in their dreams.
It seems right, this is the dream of "that person".
She held her breath and dived into the dream. Accompanied by the invasion of darkness, the suffocation of drowning surged up layer upon layer. The fortune-teller panicked, and when he was about to struggle, his wrist was forcefully grabbed. Immediately after leaving the water, both feet stepped on the solid ground.
"Mo Li, this is not a threat to the system." The fortune-teller stared at the "person" in front of him. To be precise, it should be the phantom transformed by Mo Li's system. "Your ability is very useful for the Space-Time Administration. We work. This is not an inquiry, this is an order."
Is this when Mo Li just crossed?
The fortuneteller is a little confused, except for a few who are out of tune, aren't the fast travelers all guys with plans?
Hearing that the system can give them a chance to counterattack, they slap their ass and sign the contract on the spot. How can there be guys who are reluctant or even forced to cross?
"No one can force me." The fortune-teller heard "myself" speak, in the familiar Mo Li tone, "Even if you tie me there, I won't do anything for you." The
other side was silent for a long while, then understated Threateningly:
"It seems that you don't care about your own glory anymore."
Mo Li looked up vigilantly, breathing slightly: "What does this mean?"
It's foolish to show vulnerability to an enemy who will see your weaknesses in full view and then attack minefields you can't tolerate.
The fortune teller was in a bad mood, and Mo Li's expression of so much concern would definitely be caught by the broken system.
Sure enough, the humanoid data body "giggled" twice, and then returned to its original appearance:
"Aren't you very clear in your heart? In the anchor point of the earth, you have already died because of the sudden explosion, and you employees, your animations, your unreleased projects. Guess what will happen to your heirs if other people get those projects and use them as proof to get all your animation copyrights?
” My own anger rushed straight into my heart, this young girl, a proud child of heaven who has never suffered setbacks in her career. It was the first time he was threatened with such crushing, and he was powerless to fight back.
How dare, how dare the Space-Time Administration!
Her heir is a coward, and even if he's on par with her in animation, if he's thrown into endless lawsuits like this, he'll be absolutely crushed. If you can't get the copyright back, you might end up in jail because of the lawsuit, and you won't be able to turn around in the industry for the rest of your life.
Emotionally, Mo Li wanted to punch the system immediately. But she calmed down quickly, and pointless anger couldn't solve any problems. Since the Space-Time Management Bureau has the ability to bring her back to life, it also has the ability to destroy her career. Facing this kind of behemoth that treats other people as pawns, she is not yet ready to deal with it.
You have to soften up first.
"I have a condition." The fortune-teller heard her take a few deep breaths, and her voice returned to calm, "After each mission is over, I will go back to Earth to have a look."
She is still worried, if she can't see the heir The situation, isn't it being sold by someone and still counting the money for others?
The system raised the corners of her lips where she couldn't see.
"Okay, I swear in the name of the Space-Time Administration, we agree to your request."
After the system dissipated, the fortuneteller only felt dizzy. It seemed that Mo Li was tired, and this memory had come to a clear end.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the second clear memory, but suddenly realized something, and her whole body trembled.
No, Mo Li was deceived!
Mo Li didn't know, but those of them who still lived on the earth knew it very well. After the bombing, all of Mo Li's animation copyrights were in the hands of a monopoly company. As for the so-called heir, there was no disturbance from the beginning to the end.
It was as if existence had been erased.
Even if you know it's a dream, you can't change the next direction. The fortune teller was still sweating from anxiety, she raised her exhausted hands, her nails dug into the flesh of her thighs firmly.
Wake up, Mo Li, they are complete liars, don't believe their lies!
"Pa——"
consciousness was broken by the fortune teller's silent scream.
Opening his eyes again, the fortune-teller saw the stars all over the sky, they descended rapidly from the sky, and swept the entire land with their beautiful flame tails. She, that is, Mo Li, stood on the top of the world, on the terminal tower standing on the dome, announcing the end of the story of the small world.
"What a boring story," she pronounced.
The terminal tower went straight up into the sky, and super-large holographic projection screens were installed on each outer wall, and her animation, or Mo Li's stern profile, were continuously played on those screens. The stumped limbs and arms that were crawling at the bottom of the tower still had their heads. They recited Mo Li's crimes, but their eyes couldn't help looking at the screen.
I really want to see it, I really want to see it, so I just take another look and concentrate on dealing with this woman after just one look.
"God will not forgive you sinners who bring demonic scenes..."
Their eyes couldn't leave Mo Li's animations, and the stories and scenes she wove would never tire of repeating them many times. The world called Earth and the condescending culture of the alien civilization made them almost unable to rebel. Perhaps this is the oracle, the irresistible, the catastrophe wrapped in temptation in Pandora's box.
Almost all the hairs on the fortune teller stood on end.
She couldn't feel Mo Li's emotions anymore, the girl at this moment was no different from the system. Like an emotionless killing machine, she allowed the system to bring divine punishment to the whole world. And those brave and skilled soldiers all stopped in pain in front of Mo Li's animation, stared for a long time, and then gave up resistance.
At this moment, the fortune teller finally understood what Mo Li's ability was.
Mental pollution.
A long time ago, there was a series of games called Danganronpa on Earth, in which there was a boy named Mitarai, whose title was a super high school-level animator. It seems harmless, but it is the key person who makes the villain hypnotize the students of the same level and set off "the biggest and most desperate incident in history".
This kind of animators, their works have the power to control people's hearts. They use animation to hypnotize others, manipulate others, and even play with the fate of the entire world in the palm of their hands.
How did it become like this... The
fortune teller swallowed hard, she was just a spectator of memories and could do nothing. I can only witness the atrocities of this body, and then ask lightly: "Is this world still not usable?" The
system appeared with a sly smile like a fox: "No, the ecology of this world is too bad. It's not suitable for people on earth to live at all."
Mo Li just warned coldly, "I hope you didn't lie to me, go to the next world."
The words of the two have been ignored by the fortune teller. Sensation is frantically warning. Reason told her not to think, but emotion urged her to continue to investigate further.
Earthlings live? Is it an interstellar immigrant? Why doesn't she remember that the earth's technology has developed to this point? No, isn't the earth fine? Why do we need interstellar immigration?
Her eyes were dry, and she turned her eyes stiffly before realizing that Mo Li was staring at something.
It was a cyclic holographic image, with a beautiful blue-white planet in the center, but at this moment it fell uncontrollably into the star stream, and was torn into irregular asteroids by gravity.
The color of life was replaced by dark red, and magma and thunderstorms ruled that fragile and intelligent civilization. There is no longer any sign of civilization, and the Great Wall, one of the Eight Wonders, has been easily erased from the galaxy.
The fortuneteller's blood froze.
She recognized the planet.
That's Earth.
The originally vague memory suddenly came back, and she finally remembered that she hadn't been home for a long time. When she occasionally said on a whim that she wanted to go back, she could only receive ambiguous answers from the system.
The system said she was in a timeline without Earth. At first, she thought it was a bug in the system, and she would wait for the Space-Time Administration to fix it, but she never thought that there was such a possibility.
Earth, disappeared in a catastrophe.
The fortune teller's nose was a little sour, and finally realized that it was not only her feelings, but also belonged to Mo Li in front of him.
The demon who destroyed other worlds only to rekindle the flames of life elsewhere in his own home. But her efforts were in vain. The Space-Time Management Bureau was so bad, how could they let go of Mo Li, who allowed them to easily collect energy from the small world.
It seems that her fate can only stay on the eternal tool man.
The fortune teller was engulfed in painful thoughts, and he didn't even notice that he had come to the third memory. Different from the previous two, this time Mo Li seemed to be much more angry than before. She was humming an out-of-tune tune on this deserted rooftop, and staring at the signal tower in the distance from time to time.
"It's beautiful, the world," she said to herself in that lighthearted tone, "just like the earth."
The system didn't take human form this time, and even rarely talked to Mo Li. It seems that too much energy is lost in the process of crossing. It just ticked the screen silently, signaling the host not to stop his plan.
"I won't give up, after all, this place is so similar to the earth." Mo Li chuckled, "I've already thought about how to set up the landmark buildings in the future, especially the various miracle buildings on the earth, and I won't... " Before the words
fell, a faint voice came out, interrupting Mo Li's imagination.
She turned around, and it was a young man with cat ears who hadn't noticed before, curled up in a corner. He stared at her intently, and said:
"Well, what is the earth?"
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