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Chapter 551 New Race: Note People

Chapter 551 New Race: Music Note People

However, the mages' actions had already been seen by the God of Error.

"Oh! How strange! Take another look!"

The Error God checked the operation records of the mages through an old computer, and when he found out that the graduation examination of these mages was actually the creation array that caused a big commotion last time, the Error God announced on the spot -

"These guys are my temporary saints now."

Why not saints, but temporary saints?

Because this makes it easier to make just cuts.

The Art Star project really made Error God eager to make some moves. Although he had never stopped creating various weird races, long-term creation would occasionally bring some fatigue. The last time he played "Pokemon", he thought about doing some secondary creation. He didn't expect that the ones who were one step faster than him in the end were the mages in the academy.

Come to think of it, the curse I cast on them last time was actually cured. That was the wish they made themselves, but in the end they refused to acknowledge it and ran to the magic goddess to ask how to change it back. It's true that distance creates beauty. Once the things I usually boast about happen to me, they immediately start crying and making a fuss!

"In terms of art management, it seems to be a good choice to refer to the secondary works of mages. No matter what, there should be a place for me in the Art Star."

"Why not create a race of musical notes?"

The wrong God's left hand slammed into the palm of his right hand.

Yes, that’s it!

Let those musical notes and symbols in the human world become an independent race!

Of course, the concept of musical notes itself will not change, but if someone really wants some changes, that's not impossible.

For example, when some people play a song, they are always out of tune or make mistakes. Then the notes in the music book will turn into note people, and then they will be locked up and severe sanctions will be issued at the same time - music is not something you can defile, correct it quickly!

Good times are coming for musicians all over the universe!

"I must start creating this race immediately, and within the next period of time, record the information of this race into the underlying resource library of the universe, so that this race will complete the transformation from an acquired race to a natural race!"

"Through the fictitious magic, we can forcibly connect the Note Man and the Note, two things that seem the same but are actually unrelated!"

That’s right, the false God also donated money to the fictitious church!

In this era of big donations, as long as you donate to the corresponding church, you can get the power of God. It is really convenient. Normally speaking, although ordinary gods require value rather than faith, there are also many gods who obtain value through faith.

Faith is like a source of value. Although we don’t rely on it for a living, we cannot do without it.

This is why many gods support their believers to believe in multiple churches - because members of other churches will also come to believe in themselves, and if everyone is open, it means that there are unlimited channels.

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The director of the orphanage woke up from his sleep, his hands waving in the air as if he was sleepwalking, until he was completely awake, the movement of his hands stopped completely.

After communicating with the priest, the old dean spent money to purchase the services of DreamWorks. He fell asleep at night and really realized his dream that had never been realized.

This dream journey was very strange. In the first half, he was a great poet sung by history, but in the second half, the scene suddenly changed. He came to a large theater and performed a piano solo. After the solo, he transformed into a conductor and was able to personally conduct a large orchestra to perform!

Everything was so beautiful, and the dream came true, but there were some problems in the last few parts of the dream.

Those notes seemed to come alive and turned into note people - their heads were notes and their bodies were naked bodies.

This group of musical note people were naked and started singing and dancing on the stage. The scene was very chaotic for a while, but the audience seemed quite happy to watch it?

After the performance, the people thanked him, gathered in a circle and started to applaud, saying that the performance was great and that he was definitely a top artist, and that this was the confidence of a veteran artist, and words like thank you, etc., which made the dean feel embarrassed.

Suddenly, the scene changed from the opera house to the vast ocean. The dean remembered that he began to play passionate music in the storm. Those notes turned into his sailors. Huge creatures and ancient gods appeared on the seabed, just like the fantasy scenes in historical legends.

After that, the dean went to the mountains to praise the relics of civilization in the sandstorm; went underground to witness the brilliance of the underground sun in the inner world; went to the forest to play a work march for the goblins who were greedy for money; and finally looked up at the stars to play the final music for the two dueling warriors in the painting world.

It was in this situation that the dean gradually woke up and heard the voice from the fictional god.

"What a wonderful dream! And if it's really like what those people from DreamWorks said, then my subconscious is now in the world of Art Star?"

"I'm really running an opera house and I'm a great poet and musician? And I've been to so many different places? The notes and the people are with me, and that's the power of music."

"But why is it that the power of music manifests itself as a naked man?"

With this question in mind, the dean opened the forum login and started searching.

Who is the most powerful naked man in the universe.

"Dean, how do you search for something like this?"

The priest came in at some point and was shocked when he saw what the dean was searching for!

Damn, Dean, when you were an adventurer,

The old dean was shocked and hurriedly explained. It took him a lot of effort to convince the priest that he had not been bullied.

"The strongest naked man in the universe, I heard, is a supreme god, a restless god, in charge of all concepts related to movement in the universe, including our current conversations and activities, which are all under his jurisdiction."

"That is to say, no matter whether it is life or death, as long as it is moving. Oh, why is death also? Because now death is also a form of life. I also saw others say this on the Internet, but I definitely won't die if you want me to. I heard that after I die, I will be pulled into a company to work overtime."

The priest was also quite surprised after hearing the old dean’s dream last night!

"But no matter what, the latter part of the journey is indeed epic enough, isn't it? Playing music for the ancient gods in the stormy waves, leaving behind the remnants of civilization in the dust, in the inner world, in the ancient forest, and in the painting world."

The priest himself was somewhat fascinated as he spoke:

"Dean, isn't this your own childhood dream?"

"My dream?" The old dean began to chew.

"Yes, you said that you originally planned to be an adventurer, but later found that the adventurous life was not interesting. After reading a lot of books, you wanted to be a poet or musician." The priest laughed: "The dreams when you were young and the dreams when you were old are different, but in this dream, they blend with each other."

"You don't have to worry about physical problems, nor do you have to worry about the mental trauma of facing the ancient gods. Nothing can limit your music. While playing exciting music, you experience all kinds of fantastic adventures. This is the result of your childhood dreams and future dreams merged together."

The old dean also figured it out and let out a sigh.

"So this is the lost dream, not only the dream of being a musician that I was forced to give up, but also the dream that I had when I first read the adventure book as a child and was deeply attracted by its contents."

Priest: “Did you receive the invitation?”

The old dean nodded and said, "Got it. The God of Fiction invited me to run a musical business at Art Star. To be honest, I suddenly feel a little nervous when I think about this!"

"At my age now, can I really write any music with my thinking? Wait a minute." The old dean stood up and rummaged through a box that had been sealed in dust for many years in the dean's office. He stroked the words on the box, his expression full of nostalgia.

"These are all the music scores I wrote before. I don't know whether they are good or bad. I saw on the Internet that there is a god in charge of music in the universe, but I have never received her blessing or response."

"Can I play for a while and take up some of your time?"

The old director looked at the priest, who nodded, so the director found a very old piano. Even the priest didn't know that there was a music room in the orphanage. However, as the director's dream was shattered, this old music room was closed.

There were musical instruments in the children's activity room, but the dean never touched them. Now, the elderly man picked up his dream again.

Melodious, distant music began to echo.

The priest's mind gradually relaxed, as if he was brought to a distant world by the wonderful and peaceful music, where there were birds flying in a tree, a grassland, a mountain and a lake.

Many fragmented images appeared in my mind. They were fantasies in people's hearts and daydreams outlined by music.

The priest closed his eyes without knowing when. He just wanted to enjoy the wonderful music, quietly listening to the heavenly sound. The ethereal and misty melody wrapped him up and took him on a long journey to purify his soul.

Similarly, when the dean finished playing, applause broke out all around.

The priest also opened his eyes in surprise and saw Alice and the other children smiling at them.

“The Dean’s performance was so beautiful!”

"I never knew the dean could play the piano!"

“I want to hear it again.”

The children said this, and the dean was stunned, but his eyes gradually became moist. There is no recognition more exciting than the recognition from children.

“Maybe I’m not a top musician, but as long as I can make children happy, I feel my life is meaningful.”

"The blessing of the gods is something that doesn't matter. I have to learn to accept this. In the Sixth Epoch, the blessings of the gods are given as you please."

"And I just need to play this piano."

The dean played the same piece of music again. This time his hands became so dexterous that even Alice was surprised.

The dean's hands are old and rough. It is very difficult for him to press the keys even when surfing the Internet. His sewing skills are not very good either. But now, in front of the old piano, the dean's hands are like flying swallows, dazzling, and he can play every key accurately. Every time his hands press and lift, an incomparable beautiful melody comes out from the piano.

"That's the dean's dream."

Alice suddenly realized and looked at the dean happily as he picked up his dream again.

Just when the old dean finished playing the piano piece for the second time, a bright silver light appeared in front of the piano!

The children exclaimed, and along with the silver light, an invitation letter appeared.

The person who sent the letter No, that's not a person!

"The gods have responded to the dean! It's the Silver God who controls music!"

Alice was the first to jump up. She had searched online for the names of the gods of the universe and found out that there were tens of thousands of them, which was too much to keep up with. However, the popularity of gods varied. Among them, the God of Silver was a very popular god, who had a large number of believers and fans not only among the gods but also in many mortal worlds.

The old dean picked up the letter with trembling hands, and this time he really burst into tears.

“Even at my age, it’s not too late to talk about dreams, right?”

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"We have discovered a person with musical talent!"

The gods in DreamWorks were discussing the matters of those clients. Apart from the old dean who loved music, the other clients also had things worth discussing.

Although it has only been open for a few days, the name of DreamWorks has already become well-known on the Internet!

The advantage of online promotion over offline promotion lies here: it can be spread wherever there is a signal!

God of Narration: "But what about those note people? Why are there such strange things in this client's dream?"

God of Coloring: "That's not what I painted, and I don't know."

God of Stories: "Although I have simply pieced together his life dream, I have never written a naked character like this."

The gods looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on with those note people, but soon they saw these note people in the dreams of other customers!

"Oh my god, the musical notes are here, will the punctuation marks be next?"

After all, the old dean is not the only one who wants to be a musician. Many people from all over the universe have similar dreams, including some out-of-tune musicians like Fat Tiger.

The gods were paying attention to a new dream, in which there was an orc who wanted to be a great singer. At this moment, the orc was singing and dancing for his tribe in the dream, but suddenly a group of naked men emerged from the void and tied the orc to the ground in a tortoise shell tie!

"You are insulting music, I demand that you immediately apologize to the one million years of music history!"

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