Chapter 148 No One Can Comment on Your Life

Hearing the low and magnetic voice of the tragic writer, Annan felt a tingling and chill down his spine.

Like a juicy purple-black snake fruit.

Or...

Like being stared at by a snake wrapped around an apple branch.

Tragic writers, though, are gods of the younger generation.

But the sense of oppression that came from him was more than that of Zhiji and Shifu, who were older than him and that Annan had seen.

If it's just pressure, it's already close to the level of a faceless poet.

What kind of look should it be?

——There is no malicious or murderous intent in it.

It was a gaze so calm that it was reminiscent of the sea at midnight. Beneath the completely invisible darkness, there was a dim light of hope.

Compared to that level of mystery and darkness.

On the contrary, it was the pure childlike curiosity and joy that made people feel terrified.

It's like a child tearing off a butterfly's wings, wondering how it will fly; like a child flooding an ant's nest with juice and watching them drown with grace.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be so frightened that he couldn't even move.

Annan, who had no fear, could even feel his back tingling. It was like the electric current was constantly rushing through... It made him feel extremely excited and excited, the whole person trembled with excitement, his breathing was a little heavy, and he couldn't help clenching his fists to relieve his strength.

"I do have something for you."

In front of the tragic writer, Annan didn't play—he didn't hide his emotions at all.

Because it is impossible to hide.

"You just gave me a large amount of Holy Light Imprints not long ago, didn't you?"

"Hum hum... that's right."

The corner of the tragedy writer's mouth rose, and he let out a deep laugh: "You gave me a good show. You deserve it."

"Good show?"

"Don't you know it yourself? This is a very delicate tragedy, like an upside-down 'Gemini'-like story - the dead son of God, the son of a man who gave up everything to save his opponent, and the dream of saving his friend in a dream. The Son of God who would rather die.

"The never-ending spiral of sacrifice wrapped around fate... This is the 'Gemini' on a tragic level.

"And, at the moment when the spiral is cut off - the conspiracy is exposed, the betrayal is repeated, and the turbid soul of the mere child emits a golden light in an instant... This is exactly what I want to see."

Speaking of which, the tragic writer suddenly showed a half-smiley face: "Also, there is someone who thinks that the history of the old days has long been forgotten.

"Suddenly awakened in a dream and realized that his secret was exposed... that panic and anxiety. And from this panic and anxiety, what kind of decision will he make?

"Informing the 'other me' of this information? Or wanting to reunite with the other self? Or planning to personally kill the people who got the information? What kind of conspiracy will emerge from this? That's what I'm curious about...I want to see a tragic [sequel]."

He said in one breath.

Excited.

No matter what the tragic writer said, the smile on his face could never be completely dissipated.

It was as if someone had branded this shame on his body with a red-hot iron fork.

"So, my lovely Annan."

His low voice lingered in Annan's ears: "I'll reward you... is there anything wrong?"

Annan believed that if He was by his side at the moment, he would definitely put one hand on his shoulder from behind him—the intuition brought about by his transcendent perception told him exactly that.

"More than that."

Annan just looked directly into the eyes of the tragic writer.

I don't know if there is any hidden problem with this mirror.

Annan always felt... his smile seemed to be somewhat similar to that of a tragic writer, and it was becoming more and more similar.

He asked the tragic writer seriously: "Do you think that the story about 'I' is also a tragedy - do you?"

Annan was really so skeptical.

I am afraid that before he lost his memory that year, when he came to Noah's kingdom to meet Kaphne for the first time, the tragic writer had already noticed him.

The son of the archduke who voluntarily gave up his memory in order to rise to a higher position, the god of the future who was looked upon by the book of truth.

If the tragic writer himself is a fun person...

So is Annan's story after becoming Don Juan Geraint also under the watchful eye of tragic writers?

"Not always."

Unexpectedly, the tragic writer firmly gave a negative answer to this.

"Fate is the rut of the sky."

The tragic writer said slowly: "This sentence can also be understood as, [Fate] is the loser after the battle with the crane. The fate of knocking down the misfortune of others, and then standing on it, is it not the fate that fights with fate? drama?

"Your story has long been destined to be an epic, why can't I pay attention? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether your journey is full of pride or regret... At the end of your story Before, I would not have commented on it as a tragedy.

"No one can comment on your life, Annan. Neither can I."

The voice of the tragedy writer Kuan He rang in Annan's ears.

He was just full of joy, showing a satisfied smile and gently spread his hands.

"I'm just in quiet joy."

He said slowly and heavily: "Even if you didn't call me today, I would still look at you with the same smile."

It was a fiery "love".

Like a sculptor eagerly staring at an unfinished stone-carved wooden statue... like a painter facing a messy color block.

Although it looks like a prototype, it's just a random color.

But for creators, what they really want to create is already "hidden in it".

Annan realizes...

Tragic writers may know more than they first thought.

He was probably keeping an eye on himself.

The reason why he suddenly gave himself one hundred and twenty imprints of the Holy Light... should not just be because he saw a good story.

Instead, I saw two story lines, finally intertwined in front of him.

"...I want your holy light imprint, but it's useless."

Annan was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice bluntly.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the corner of the tragic writer's mouth rose: "Have you spoken so bluntly?

"Did you notice something... Annan?"

Yes, at the very beginning of seeing the tragic writer, Annan also intended to be more euphemistic.

Because Annan was not sure at first, whether he would anger the other party by returning the Holy Light Imprint that the other party had just given him and asking for a discount.

This kind of tea art... If it is put on the world of Conan, Annan will be on the seat of the dead.

But he soon realized... that tragic writers don't get mad about it.

Because compared to what happened over there in Trissino.

The protagonist of the "script" he cares more about... is Annan himself.

Yes.

It wasn't because of an interesting change in the nightmares on Trisino's side that he gave Annan so many imprints of the Holy Light.

——But because the person who made this nightmare have an interesting change is "Annan".

The root of it.

In the beginning, this was the imprint of the Holy Light that the tragic writer made an excuse for.

It's not entirely impossible.

If there's anything wrong...it's probably the very fact of calling out a tragic writer.

But considering the foreknowledge that Trisino possesses.

...isn't this really the future that tragic writers see?

It is precisely in order to have a dialogue with Annan now that He gave him so many imprints of the Holy Light...

Even, before that...

It is extremely rare that Annan has a creepy feeling.

That's why he didn't want to procrastinate any longer—if this was all the tragic writer expected, it would be better to do it quickly.