Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2733

Chapter 1246 of

Zaun found everything around him changed. No warships, no skeletal dragons, no sea.

He was in a strange space, a cascade of data streams flowing in all directions, like a waterfall from The Matrix.

Upon closer inspection, the letters in the data streams were strange, a combination of 0s and 1s, yet neither was real nor real.

But Zaun had no time to worry about anything else. Instead, a cold sweat broke out.

After his previous experience with Mi Li, he immediately realized that he had attracted the attention of a true god.

And from the tone of his recent words, it seemed that this person was Mi Li’s mortal enemy, Meng, the God of Memory.

He hurriedly said, “Greetings, Great God of Memory. Although I am not your formal disciple, I have always admired you greatly. I once met a Mirror Historian, and through him, I realized the greatness of faithfully recording the events of history, and therefore I have always been drawn to the path of memory.”

“Oh? If so, why do you believe in Mi Li?” The data streams flickered, his voice emotionless.

At that moment, Zaun was sweating profusely.

He knew full well that Misty was the mortal enemy of the God of Memory.

Needless to say, the Mirror Historian recorded history in a literal way, while the Chronicler of Years falsified it in various ways. To say the two were incompatible was an understatement.

He realized these gods could read minds, so he had no choice but to surrender. “Summoned by a true god, we mortals have no choice.”

“You mean Misty forced you to worship Him, and you weren’t really willing to do so?” The voices around him seemed to carry a cryptic meaning.

“Not really. The power of every true god is enough to inspire reverence and yearning. I was indeed willing at the time,”

Zaun answered with a steely smile. He didn’t dare speak ill of Misty here. Who knew if Misty would turn around and brag to Misty? In that case, he would surely be killed.

“Oh, so that’s what you think? Don’t worry, I won’t report you to Misty. You can always join my sect. I’ll protect you if Misty comes looking for you in the future.” The voices around him took on a playful tone.

Damn it, he forgot they could read minds again.

Zuan swallowed hard and tentatively asked, “Can I still believe in you and not abandon my faith there?”

“Hmm?” At his words, a terrifying pressure instantly spread throughout the surroundings. “You’re actually thinking of having your cake and eating it too!”

Zuan felt every cell in his body tremble, as if he were to be annihilated at any moment, his soul without a chance of reincarnation.

He hurriedly said, “Only this way can I be of the greatest use. If Chaos and Mystery knew I’d betrayed them, they’d be wary of me. How could I possibly obtain important intelligence from them in the future? Only by remaining a believer there can I better serve you.”

“You’re quite interesting, you know. No wonder Mi Li took a liking to you.” A soft laugh echoed from the surrounding space, and the pressure suddenly eased. “Tell me, what mission did Mi Li assign you? I want to see if you’re of sufficient value.”

“He sent me to destroy the true history recorded by your believers, to tamper with the truth as a tribute to Him,” Zuan said cautiously, his head lowered.

“Asshole!” The God of Memory flew into a rage. “That bitch Mi Li is going too far!”

Zuan: “…”

“You did well. Stay there and tell me more about Him.” Meng seemed quite satisfied with the intelligence he had just received.

“Yes.” Zuan bowed, then said tentatively, “But how can I make people believe that I am your believer when I go out in the future?”

“You are quite cunning, you are trying to get benefits from me.” Meng snorted. “What did Mi Li give you?”

Zuan hesitated, but finally answered honestly: “He asked me to be a messenger of God.”

Meng: “…”

He was answered by a long silence.

After a long while, faint roars could be heard from the void:

“Has that guy gone mad?”

“Only that bastard Mi Li could do such a thing!”

…

After a while, Meng’s voice rang out again: “Since you’re a divine messenger over there, I won’t treat you unfairly. From now on, you’ll be the divine messenger of memory.”

Zuan was overjoyed: “Thank you, great God of Memory.”

Licking one is like licking a dog, licking a bunch at the same time is like licking a dog…

He felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly cleared his mind to avoid any thoughts that could be detected by the true god.

“Given your limited strength, I can’t afford to be killed by mistake. How about this? I will grant you the ‘Eye of Delusion’ and the ‘Mark of History.'”

As Meng finished speaking, Zuan noticed two points of light falling in front of him. One of them caught his eyes, and he felt a sense of something different.

The light landed in his hand, transforming into a bright mirror.

Zuan thought, no wonder he’s called the Mirror Historian. He really does have a bright mirror.

“Your mirror is better than those mirror historians,” Meng said coldly, as if reading his thoughts. “This mirror is called ‘Traces of History.’ When you encounter danger in the future, you can use it to reflect the long river of history to form a barrier to help you block the enemy’s attacks. The enemy’s attacks will only fall into the long river of history.

No matter how powerful the attack is, it cannot cross the long river of history to harm you.” Zuan was overjoyed at this. With this protection, wouldn’t he be invincible in the future?

“Also, ‘Traces of History’ has another function. You can actively release the long river of history and randomly banish enemies into the long river of history.”

Zuan asked hurriedly, “Are there any restrictions to this?”

With both defense and attack, wouldn’t he be invincible in the future?

“Of course there are. The long river of history can’t contain those top powerhouses. The stronger they are, the shorter the time they can be trapped. This is for you to use to save your life and give you a chance to escape, not to think about other things.”

Zuan smiled sheepishly, his thoughts overheard again.

“As for the Eye of Delusion, it allows you to see through the enemy’s illusions and disguises, preventing you from being killed without even knowing how.” Meng’s voice echoed again.

Zuan’s heart warmed. He had given me so many life-saving skills. He truly cared about my safety. He was so kind…

At this moment, the cascades of data around him seemed to have calmed down. “Just know my kindness. From now on, you should know what to do.”

“Thank you, True God, for this gift. I will serve you to the bitter end.” Zuan raised his head and subconsciously used the Eye of Delusion. The data streams before him suddenly vanished, and a graceful figure was faintly visible.

“Hmph!” A cold snort echoed in his mind, and blood oozed from Zuan’s ears, nose, mouth, and eyes.

“Where are you looking?” The voice was full of the majesty and indifference of a god.