She combed her hair very gently from top to bottom, just like she had combed my hair a long time ago.

It was rare for someone else to comb my hair, so I had to learn to comb my own hair after I entered kindergarten.

Many memories have gradually faded, and the happiness and beauty will also fade away. What will be left in the end? Will it be loneliness, emptiness and indifference?

"Of course I understand, but those kids rely on these to make a living. Although their writing skills are not that good, since they wrote them seriously, they deserve a reward..."

Suddenly I understood what I meant. Few scholars can independently develop and innovate a new track, and the options now are limited. It is impossible to earn a living by selling books, so they write novels in order to survive.

"So Xumi has special creative fees?"

"There will be poetry, novels and other things. The money for creation is not much, but it is enough to make ends meet... Scholars will also find the purpose of life and work harder."

"...Well, you are indeed a very good god!"

"Thank you for the compliment..." His eyes looked further away, but his hands did not stop. He combed his hair carefully. After combing, he took her hand and walked to the sink.

"Hmm?" Looking at her own reflection in the water, her hair was braided into a small braid, which was very beautiful.

"I don't know if you like it, but humans are always happy when they braid their hair. Gods don't have this worry. If you really want to braid your hair, you can use your power to do it naturally..."

"Generally speaking, hair braiding is done by very close people, or by elders to younger people... but there are a few cases where it's done by younger people to older people."

"Relatives and partners? I kind of understand."

"Why do you want to know about people so much? You want to know about people's psychology, you want to know about people's lives, you want to know about people's emotions..."

"Because ignorance is the root of all evil, other gods and people call me the God of Wisdom, but my wisdom cannot be infinite. There are always things in the world that cannot be known. I need to know more wisdom and understand, but the knowledge in the book cannot express emotions. I want to know how people have emotions and how they turn the impossible into possible."

"That's something deeper... probably relying on this," he pointed to his brain, "The human brain is very powerful, so it's OK. Humans think with their brains, so is this statement considered bragging about the brain?"

"It's an interesting idea," he said, looking at himself in the water and thinking back to a long time ago, "I think I can probably understand those beautiful things, but I just can't be stimulated to have emotions anymore."

"As a god, you have friends, right?" He recalled the god's friends, a dead flower god, and a Red King who seemed to have broken up with him. "Or did he have friends in the past?"

"The first time I saw you, I felt that you looked very similar to an old friend... It's the soul, not the body. But you can't be that old friend of mine. Although you have similar abilities and similar hobbies, you are not the soul here..." He raised his head and looked at the woods in the distance, which were blown by the wind. "Your soul does not belong here. There is no record of you on the World Tree. The world rejects your existence..."

"So what?" He clenched his hands. "I don't need any boring recognition. I just know that I am alive now... I can feel the beauty of this world and use the power of this world. If they really don't welcome me, why would they open up to me?"

"Well... hide your secret well, hide it well. The seeds of the dream have been planted and will soon take root and sprout. Hide your identity well and don't let him know. Burying the secret well is like burying a seed that will never sprout..."

"Thank you, I will keep this secret."

"This secret tells me that in order to preserve the real secret, I will save my memory. People with memories will be discovered inadvertently no matter how careful they are. Only when they lose their memories can they be perfect... Maybe your memory is the same?"

"I know my memories very well... but they haven't felt as clear lately. I keep feeling like they've been altered, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"Would you like me to take a brief look?" Regardless of whether he agreed or not, there was only one outcome, so he nodded obediently, hoping that he would be gentler because of this obedience.

The glow of the plants emanated from the surroundings, and the warmth in my hands was transmitted to my mind.

This is a memory viewed from a third-person perspective. It is perfect, without any problems at all, and every moment is recorded perfectly.

Perfection is a flaw.

The god quickly looked through all the memories, picked out a few unusual ones, but quickly put them aside to prove that there was no problem.

"Such a perfect memory. Nothing about it looks like it was extracted... From birth, everything is consistent and coherent. There are no problems at all."

"Am I overthinking? But the person I met is not the one I remember..."

"There is another possibility, that it is fake from beginning to end, a completely virtual, dream-like world. Of course, this possibility is not great. After all, if you really want to make it, you need to have the power to deduce for at least 30 years. At present, as for me, I can only deduce more than 400 times a day at most."

Sure enough, the current gods are still a little stronger than the later gods. Is it because in order to seal the forbidden knowledge, their bodies have become smaller and their powers have been weakened?

“No problem…” I was worried that the footage of me playing Genshin Impact would be seen, but it’s really gone. It’s normal to forget some of my memories.

"I don't feel well..." I felt like I couldn't breathe and my heart was aching.

"Does it hurt?" He stopped and continued to explore his memory, returning everything to the original dream. "I'm sorry, I don't have enough knowledge about exploring other people's memories. Although you have accepted my consciousness very relaxedly, it still makes you feel uncomfortable..."

"It's okay, it's much better now. How long will this dream last?"

"It will last until you actively want to wake up. The dream lasts much longer than real life. You can check all of this. You are a rare person who can have lucid dreams..."

All kinds of books were spinning around, and everything in the dream was unreal, so people could even fly easily?

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