The World of Evil God game.

These carbonized seeds are like the Ancient Seeds in the Stardew Valley game.

[The dried old seeds of an ancient plant. It was obviously dead a long time ago...]

In the game, if you donate ancient seeds to the museum, you can get ancient seeds. These ancient seeds can be used to grow ancient fruits. When they are ripe, they can be harvested every 7 days. They are very precious and very useful crops in the game!

When I tried to restore all the crops in the game in reality, I obviously ignored the ancient fruits, and I didn't think of anything about the ancient seeds when I played the game before.

But when a similar prototype appeared in the real world, the long-forgotten and dusty ancient memory was also dusted off and surfaced from the deep and chaotic sea of ​​memory.

"I know these seeds. I have seen them in some worlds a long time ago. At that time, they brought abundance." The Messenger of Abundance said to himself, while the others around him looked strange.

"This seed should be dead. This is our judgment as a professional druid." A great druid of the Nature Cult shook his head and made a judgment. He almost sentenced these carbonized seeds to death. At the same time, he was a little confused and asked the Messenger of Abundance:

"You said you have seen this kind of seeds? That's impossible. I can tell from just a sense that this kind of seeds is at least millions of years old. Even a saint of one of your gods can't live that long. Moreover, these seeds have defects."

The archdruid wearing the horned helmet waved his hand and rubbed a seed in his hand. "These seeds are like artificially created experimental products. They are probably the 'intermediate state' in the evolutionary process. They can only grow in certain periods, but they cannot adapt to subsequent environmental changes and are eliminated."

"You can sense this? This is just a seed that has been carbonized to the point where you can't even see its original shape. No, this thing is already a fossil!"

The rainforest elves were quite surprised, but the druids said that this was basic operation of the druid profession and there was no need to be so surprised.

"The one who thoroughly understands the truth of trees is a druid. Plants are species born of nature. They appear to complete the inherent ecological environment of a world. Therefore, through some subtle characteristics of seeds, we can make a rough judgment on its growth environment and needs."

"The reason why seed fossils can be preserved until now is because they haven't had time to germinate and grow. They will deeply remember the state of the surrounding environment before death. The memory I'm talking about is not just a metaphor. We druids can really check the past memories left by seeds."

The power of nature is a complex subject in the universe. In various magic academies, including wizard towers everywhere, the research papers on the power of nature can almost fill up an entire planet!

The natural environment of each world is different, giving rise to corresponding different natural forces. Although their cores are similar, different natural environments trigger different external changes.

A wizard once conducted an in-depth study and believed that along with the continuous creation of the erroneous God, natural forces would also produce corresponding erroneous evolutions, so that the number and variants of such evolutions may be infinite!

This situation also makes it very difficult to enter the druid profession, which relies on natural forces as the source of spellcasting. After all, there is no unified standard in the industry. Whose fault is this?

"I have really seen them. Believe me, they will revive this month." The Messenger of Fertility rejected the Archdruid's decision. At this time, he even wanted to reveal his true identity to refute the other party!

It's just a druid. If you change to an unfamiliar natural environment, it will become a blank profession!

And I am the ultimate god representing the concept of abundance!

The ancient memory became clearer and clearer like the waves hitting the rocks. The Messenger of Plenty remembered that it was after he became a god-creator and made a wish to God.

At that time, I firmly moved forward towards my ideal, sowing the power of abundance in one world after another. At first, the lives in those worlds were excited about the arrival of abundance, but soon, when the extreme abundance faded, their world began to become desolate.

No! I must be firm in my mind! If I hadn't spread the word of abundance, they would have starved to death. It was me who made abundance come early, which saved them from death. What I did was exactly what ordinary people had always chosen. They were too eager for abundance, and what I did was not only for my ideal, but also to respond to their call!

Yes, that's that time!

When a world begins to become desolate and after a continuous era of abundance comes to an end, a special plant suddenly grows in that world.

The growth cycle of these plants is very long, but as long as they grow out, they can be harvested continuously. Even if the soil is lacking in nutrients and the climate is quite harsh, these plants can still grow normally, as if the source of the energy they need for growth is the endless void.

Those plants are inside the seeds in front of us!

These plants seem to have come with a mission, and they seem to be born to fight against those harsh environments.

After noticing this plant, I became very interested in it, so I returned to that desolate world and once again used this plant to bring new abundance to the local area.

Then, this time the abundance failed.

The abundance suddenly turned into chaos, the divine power collapsed, and an unprecedented famine swept across the world in an instant!

The lives that were still surviving were extinct and died on a large scale, and these plants also mutated. They began to wither and become unable to grow. Eventually, they turned into dead seeds like fossils.

"Yes, I had no way to grow these special plants at that time, and I caused mass hunger in that world. If the hunger came after my abundance, it was the price those mortals deserved, but if this hunger broke out suddenly because of my fertility power, then it is my responsibility."

But for some reason, that ancient famine event sank in my memory, and I eventually forgot about it. Perhaps it was because that incident went against my ideals and symbolized a "major failure" in my behavior.

"The corresponding ecology will give birth to corresponding life, whether it is animals or plants. If the core of this ecology is forcibly broken, it will trigger abnormal natural disasters. Life born in extreme environments must also be extreme, and only a slight change will cause this extreme state to shatter and collapse."

These words suddenly echoed in the Messenger of Plenty's mind, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

Maybe this time, I shouldn't rely on divine power and just plant the crops seriously and truly, just like planting other crops.

If you don't do this, there will be no way to face your past failures.

The memory that disappeared inexplicably was like the will of the universe and one's own ideals rebuking oneself, expressing their dissatisfaction and anger, and one should feel ashamed!

The druids and elves around had already started discussing the planting of seeds. Although the druids believed that these seeds would never grow again, Fate vowed that "they would definitely grow."

"Everyone knows that we fabricated the reputation of the church. Our church never deceives people secretly. If our church wants to deceive people, it is always open and aboveboard! I will tell you how to deceive! This is called willing to be deceived!"

"This fully proves the honesty and trustworthiness of our church. It is up to us to tell lies or not, and it is up to you to be fooled or not! From the very beginning, after our Lord, the God of Fiction, appeared in this world, our church has never held any false activities!"

"I am willing to use my career as a guarantee. Of course, I do not doubt the professional level of the druids. It's just that this seed was taken out by our fictional church. Haven't you ever thought that this seed might have been processed by us, or that it itself is fictional?"

“【When the fictional layer of a thing is greater than its realistic narrative layer, then even the most outrageous things are possible!】I hope everyone knows this sentence!”

This is the content of an article published by a certain mage academy not long ago, and the opening sentence is this, which emphasizes the influence of the fictional god on the real world.

And the person who published the paper was the great wizard Shay.

"On the Impact of the Appearance of Fictional Gods on Various Authorities in the Universe".

After Fate said this, the druids began to discuss thoughtfully.

"That seems to make some sense."

"In reality, it is indeed a dead seed, with no possibility of germination. But if it has been processed by the God of Fiction, then its [activity significance] is greater than its [existence significance], and it can germinate and grow. What the hell am I talking about?"

The druids were in a dilemma. The Naturalists followed logic, but the logic of the Sixth Age had long been riddled with holes. It would be a daydream to try to find logic in a universe without logic.

The rainforest elves didn't care about this. The leading female elf spread her hands and said, "So it must be possible to grow it, right? Okay, just knowing this is enough. We elves are the best at farming!"

Frost forest world.

Archmage Shay discovered that his previously published papers had been read by many people, and even contained comments from the fictional church. He felt strange at first, but soon remembered that almost all the students at the Rhea School of Magic, one of the four major academies, were honorary believers of the fictional church.

"The paper I published was recognized by the God of Fiction. This is an honor for me. There are not many paper authors who can receive such an honor by studying gods and being recognized by them."

Of course not. Look at the more than 30,000 papers that study the Last Snake. None of them has been recognized by the Last Snake.

The screen of the game console shows the content of "Stardew Valley". The wizard has been playing for the third year and has triggered the plot of his grandfather's return.

When the characters in the game fall asleep, in the pitch-black background, their souls emit a dark halo, as if they have returned from the other side of the abyss. Whether from a personal emotional or practical perspective, the great wizard Shay would rather his grandfather went to the abyss after his death rather than working overtime in the company of the God of Death.

If you go to the abyss, you can still rely on your own skills to fight your way out of it, but if you go to the company of the God of Death, you won't even be able to resign.

"It's been many years since we last spoke, when you were a child. Remember?"

"You've grown up."

"Although you may have forgotten me, I am always with you."

“Although my body has left this world, my soul remains on this land.”

When grandpa's voice and appearance appeared again, the game seemed to have come to an end. The great wizard Shay looked at grandpa's score seriously. At this time, he had gradually recalled many memories of the past.

Those blurred, hazy, and broken things are all restored one by one and gradually come back as the game progresses.

When his grandfather left again and left words of encouragement, Shay watched the game enter a new day, but he fell into a short silence.

Maybe I really should leave.

The last time I was online, a strange netizen said that he wanted to create a Stardew Valley in reality, and wanted me to help him guide agricultural production, but Shay rejected the proposal.

No matter who that netizen is, whether he is a mortal, a saint, a hero, a demigod, a god, an ordinary passerby, or a demon or ancient god.

Everyone has their own things to do, and everyone’s Stardew Valley is different.

That is the home of his soul and the starting point of all his memories. Shay does not want to entrust his memories to a strange place. If he really wants to go back, he should return to the depths of the snowy forest, beside the frozen lake, where his grandfather once lived.

"Perhaps I should really go back. Since I saw my grandfather again, I have never missed my hometown so much. My hometown in my memory has become a painting. It has been ten thousand years."

This ancient tower still needs a caretaker. Shay sorted out his savings. Although he has not been able to leave the tower for so many years, it does not mean that he cannot make money.

As a great frost elf magician, this tower used to be bustling with people, and many people came here to study. Even when the tower gradually became desolate and deserted, he could still earn a lot of extra money through various teleportation arrays, sound transmission magic, and rune writing, including the book "One Hundred and One Ways to Torture Abyss Monsters".

Now with the Internet, making money has become more convenient. You can even accept the invitation of the magic academy, buy a remote projector from the fictional church, and be hired by the academy to give remote lectures.

The fee for a class is not low!

Shay began to search online to see if there was anyone who could take his order and help him temporarily guard the magic tower. He focused on churches with a certain reputation, such as hospitals. They would really do the job for money, and they would definitely do it in a clean and beautiful manner.

Just as he was searching the Internet, near the tower, a pair of calm divine eyes were quietly watching him.