This lich needs more money

Time passed little by little, and Amberxiu tried to recall the most unforgettable memories of his life. Reason told him that these memories could arouse emotions and help him reduce the speed of losing himself.

But what are the most profound memories?

The fear and anger you felt when you were kidnapped and had your hands and feet chopped off?

Sadness when a friend passes away?

Or is it the feeling of powerlessness controlled by fate again and again?

Oh, I can't think about this last thing. When I think about it, Amber Xiu wants to die even more.

Amberxiu suddenly realized that he really didn't seem to be able to calmly recall and examine the hundreds of years he had spent like he was doing now. In the past, it was because the past was so sad that he habitually avoided it.

Now that I think about it, there were times when I was happy.

Just like when he first traveled through time, Amber Xiu was very ambitious, thinking that he could reach the pinnacle of life and make clouds and rain with his hands. I completed my alchemy experiment for the first time and was so happy to show my results to everyone I knew. The first time I successfully cast magic, even though half the house burned down, I still stood in front of the flames with my hands on my hips and laughed, feeling super awesome.

It's just that as time goes by, life becomes more and more unhappy.

Because the subsequent development is not a cool plot, Amber Xiu realizes that he is not the protagonist of the waste material stream or the genius stream, but just an inconspicuous member of all living beings.

Throughout his life, everything he can influence is limited to a few small circles.

Amber Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "I can actually repeat such days for hundreds of years."

The instinct to survive is so strong that even if it fails, he will continue. However, Amberxiu has lost this desire now. It seems that someone is constantly reminding him to "give up thinking" in his ear.

It’s so tiring, why not just give up thinking and become an ordinary magic mirror plug-in.

Amber Xiu's figure gradually faded from the mirror, and he had begun to forget his original appearance.

And just when Amber Xiu was about to dissipate, the God of Alchemy finally returned to the Kingdom of God, and he was holding something like a clown mask in his hand.

The white mask has exaggerated tear marks and a smile, and the dumbfounded look looks funny and sacred at the same time.

The God of Alchemy didn't have time to explain, so he just threw the mask gently.

The clown mask floated in front of the magic mirror, facing Amberxiu who was almost transparent, and said in an aria-like singing voice: "Confused mortal, I come to ask you three questions on behalf of my lord Ogma."

The illusory figure on the magic mirror moved slightly and asked in an indifferent tone: "What's the problem?"

The clown mask continued: "The first question is, how can we make more wonderful poems, elegant tunes, and profound and charming paintings appear in the world?"

The figure in the magic mirror was silent for a moment and replied: "Among the billions of mortals, countless serfs spend their entire lives unaware that they are absolutely musical. Let them eat well and give them time to think about their lives."

The clown mask shook, as if shaking its head, and then retorted: "Suffering is the soil for the birth of art, and prosperity and stability can only bring about the excrement of diseaseless moaning."

Being rebutted by Ogma's messenger, the figure in the magic mirror did not panic at all and said calmly: "It is true. When you can easily eat by writing books and lyrics, countless shit will break out. But When everyone can read all the stories in the world at will, clichéd plots will no longer be popular, and only truly thought-provoking great works can become classics. Don't pay attention to the dung works that emerge, because these dung works are the best nourishment for divine works. ”

The clown mask smiled and said: "Interesting viewpoints, different thinking angles, the answers you get are not right or wrong, but they can also be enlightening. Second question, do you think everyone can have enough food and clothing, and can read all books at will? Can the world achieve it?”

This time, the magic mirror answered more concisely: "The gods are omnipotent, only whether they are willing or not, not whether they are able or not."

The clown mask shook his head again and retorted: "The gods are indeed omnipotent, but they are hostile to each other. Light and darkness, good and evil, all need to maintain a balance. The world you mentioned is too beautiful, and no evil god would be willing to do so. See."

The magic mirror answered again: "That's because their structure is too small. I have never seen that wealth can eliminate evil, and I have never seen that poverty can breed more evil. What is the crime for a person who is about to starve to death to steal a piece of bread to satisfy his hunger? On the other hand, rich people often resort to robbery and murder.

"Human desires are never satisfied. Good people choose to satisfy themselves in a way that does not offend others, and evil people choose to bully others to satisfy themselves. The standard is not wealth and poverty, but the way to satisfy themselves. If everyone in the world has enough food and clothing, What they are fighting for is not food to satisfy their hunger, but more wealth, more beautiful members of the opposite sex, and higher power, and the sins involved may not be less than before.”

This time, it was the clown mask's turn to fall silent. After a long time, he spoke again: "The words are too extreme, but there are still some merits. The third question, if I give you a wish, how would you choose?"

"I……"

The figure in the magic mirror has faded to the point of being almost invisible. The previous exchanges were all logical refutations, but this last question requires a strong sense of self to answer.

When a person becomes completely nihilistic and even his desires disappear, what else can he wish for?

The clown mask didn't urge him, he just waited quietly.

The God of Alchemy clenched his fists. This was Amber's last chance. He asked Oghma for this clown mask. As long as Amber's answer could satisfy Oghma, the great god who was almost omniscient would give Amber a chance to be reborn.

But now, Amber was completely silent, as if time was running out. His completely dissipated self could no longer understand the meaning of the wish.

Seeing that his student was about to die completely, the God of Alchemy couldn't help but say, "I'll help him make a wish..."

The clown mask turned over and said to the God of Alchemy, "This is not something you can replace. But don't worry, I will wait here. I won't leave until he makes the final answer."

The God of Alchemy said excitedly, "What's the point of waiting any longer? He has already lost consciousness."

For the completely dissipated self-consciousness, no matter how long it takes, nothingness is just nothingness after all.

The clown mask did not answer, and still waited quietly in front of the magic mirror.

This mask, like the magic mirror, is just a tool that executes according to a set program. Unless Amberxiu can speak himself, the stalemate will remain forever until a miracle occurs.