prynovel Chapter 1517: Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [16] "one" Dara (author: Alauddin)
Chapter 1517: Final Chapter: Guarding the Shore [16] "one" Dara (author: Alauddin)
Chapter 1517 Final Chapter·Guarding the Shore [16]·"Chapter one·"Dara" (author Alauddin)
Alauddin's heart was pounding.
Under such circumstances, no one could refuse the young man's invitation.
Although he didn't understand the meaning, Alauddin still stepped forward and held Su Mingan's hand.
"Where are you taking me? Why did you suddenly appear in front of me?" Alauddin murmured, and couldn't help but tighten his palms: "How did you get so badly injured? Does it still hurt? Are you okay?"
What a serious injury.
The number one player is so powerful, how could he have been injured like this?
Su Mingan did not respond to his question, but just smiled slightly, held his hand, and gently pulled it forward——
"Come on, follow me."
next moment,
Allahuddin suddenly saw——
He saw that the rosy sky of Lovasa was no longer around him, but a land that he was very familiar with!
Here there are ochre-red roofs, humid air, gray-black soil, and rolling brown-yellow rivers!
Here are Banu, an elderly woman selling chickpeas, Kumar, a police officer with an iron hat, Seth, a little boy who worships Dara, and Field, a lady adored by jewels!
This is his childhood, the place described stroke by stroke in his stories, this is "The Sky of Dara"!
Alauddin immediately realized why Su Ming'an suddenly appeared in front of him. It was because Su Ming'an came into his story!
Although he had heard that once a story was chosen by the "Book of the World", it would become reality, he never expected that his story, which was so ordinary and ignored by everyone, would be chosen one day!
He saw a man.
The man had eyes like lightning, a graceful figure, was not tall but as agile as a monkey, and was wearing a faded blue shirt.
The man jumped and ran on the ochre-red houses like a knight who could climb walls and fly over rooftops, like a phantom in his countless childhood dreams.
It was "Dara"! It was the person that Alauddin most yearned for, admired, and wanted to be when he was young - the hero of the slums, "Dara"!
Young Alauddin had spent countless nights being beaten with batons. He would hide beside a stinking ditch, shivering and praying that a hero named "Dara" would be born in this world, praying that the imaginary hero in his writings would really come to save him and the people in the slums. But until he grew up, until he was restricted by his untouchable status and could only do the most menial jobs, until his wife and children were separated... he was not saved.
Now, he actually saw this scene!
"Dara, Dara..." Alauddin murmured, and suddenly tears flowed down his face.
It turns out that the fantasy characters I wrote may really appear before my eyes one day, even though I am no longer young, even though I have long forgotten my childhood fantasies, and even though I have long been suppressed by life and have lost my outline.
At this time, the hero "Dara" who shuttled between the ochre-red eaves turned around and glanced at him with a faint smile. Alauddin's sharp eyes penetrated the hero "Dara's" dark face and saw a pair of calm and clear eyes.
Alauddin's clever brain instantly remembered the "joint story" that Su Ming'an had mentioned before, remembered Anthony's instructions, remembered that he had just uploaded this story, and remembered the "Book of the World" that suddenly appeared in the sky!
This "Dara", this "Dara" -
Alauddin finally understood why Su Mingan asked them to upload the story, and couldn't help shouting and dancing:
"Su Ming'an! Su Ming'an! Come on, become Dara, the protagonist of Dara's Sky! I am willing to use my childhood fantasy story to turn it into a stage for you to dodge and maneuver to save the world!"
"In this way, in this way...'Dara' is not just a hero in the ghetto, he is a hero to the whole world!"
“Ha…hahahaha! ‘Dara’! My ‘Dara’!”
Su Mingan turned around, smiled, and said only one sentence:
"Alauddin, this is your story. Please rewrite it in time. Please."
Alauddin didn't understand what this meant at first, until he saw Su Ming'an holding a shining ink-gold feather pen in his right palm and an open golden book in his left palm.
Until he saw a golden eye open on the river in the slums, and saw countless pairs of bright and clean hands reaching out to Su Mingan, trying to catch him...
Until he saw the figure of Euridylora in a red dress piercing through the sky, and the Lord of Thought and Faith emerged from the coal ashes, broke into his story, trying to chase the hero named "Dara"!
——It was at this moment that Alauddin realized what he should do.
His dried-up youthful heart was rekindled at this moment, his heart was beating with a throbbing beat, and his blood was surging like a river or a stream. His wife's dead face, his son's desperate eyes before being dragged away by the soldiers, his daughter's cries...all flashed through his mind in an instant.
His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding. He quickly took out his simple feather pen, opened his simple story interface, and turned to the first page of his story, which contained the opening plot of "Dara's Sky".
At this moment, the azure sky turned into off-white pages of a book. Alauddin's familiar mother tongue and the Rawasa language jumped at the same time. One by one, black tadpoles of characters slowly emerged, as if the story was progressing steadily.
Alauddin took out his quill and put down -
……
[《Dara's Sky》·Chapter one]
[It was an ordinary morning for Meng Qili.]
[Wet morning mist wrapped in coal smoke roams the slums, and the sound of overturned tin buckets can be heard at the end of the alley. Women are picking up mountains of garbage with their hands, their bare feet stepping on rusty tin roofs, and rotten coconut shells sticking to the hems of their faded saris.]
[Last night, in the back alley of the market, a noble lady wearing a golden sari threw a bitten guava into the sewer. The women searched diligently for it, as it would become the most delicious food they had in the past few days.]
【At this time, an excited man shouted:】
[“Look! Our hero! Our hero—”]
【“Dara is here!”】
……
At this moment, thunderous cheers broke out from the slums as they welcomed their hero "Dara".
Su Mingan's steps were as fast as the wind and his figure was as fast as lightning. He waved his hand and signaled to everyone, which was greeted with bursts of laughter.
"Dara! You look energetic today!" The old woman in a sari threw up flower petals.
"Dara! Your eyes are especially bright today, hahaha!" the little boy wearing a felt hat shouted.
Su Ming'an was wearing a blue shirt, had a dark face, and nimble legs and feet. He looked exactly like "Dara". His figure shuttled between the reddish-brown eaves, stepped on the rusty iron roof, and stepped on the rotten guava.
The hand of the Radiant Mother Goddess stretched out into the air, and the movement towards him became sluggish.
The flowers and leaves of Eurydice grew on the eaves, but soon broke and faded away.
Laplace's bone claws stretched out towards Su Mingan, but felt a sense of dullness.
——This is not Rawatha’s native story, this is Alauddin’s story.
Anyone who enters the story must abide by the rules of the story!
This is what Su Mingan understood when he experienced Shen Xue's story domain in the third level of the Disciple Game. If it was a Western fantasy story, then no spells would be bound, but this is a realistic story. If a few high-dimensional beings were to crackle and explode with lightning, it would be a deus ex machina, which would violate the style of painting and the rules!
Absolute respect for the story is Rovatha's rule.
Of course, Gao Wei's powerful strength is enough to destroy this law. When they exert enough pressure, they can destroy the story. But as long as they are blocked by the story law for a moment, it will give Su Mingan a chance to escape!
……
[People looked up and saw the legendary figure flashing on the roof of the slum. His name was "Dara", a young hero. Legend has it that he was the patron saint of the slums, not because he had great power, but because he dared to kick the butts of those "iron-hat police officers" with his boots! ]
On the sky, the words are still appearing.
……
"Su Ming'an, do you think you can escape by using Luo Vasa's law and hiding in other people's stories?"
The Lord of Thought and Faith quickly locked onto the figure jumping on the ochre-red eaves. To Him, this slum was nothing more than sand on his fingertips that could be easily destroyed.
So He clapped His gray claws and grabbed the hero "Dara".
"boom!"
Someone threw a trash can at the claws of the Lord of Thought and Faith. This was originally a very weak obstruction, but unexpectedly, He could actually feel the obstruction of the claws and His movements paused.
Looking closely, it was an old woman in a tattered sari. The widow's cracked palms were still in a throwing posture, and dirty water flowed down her gray temples. She stared at the gray body of the Lord of Thought and Faith with hatred, as if the person in front of her was not a high-dimensional person, but a government parasite holding a baton:
"You damned borer, the monkey is going to overturn the sacred elephant! Don't even think about hurting our dear Dara!"
……
On the other side, Alauddin held a feather pen, pursed his lips tightly, and wrote quickly with sweat on his forehead:
【Old Banu is a widow who makes a living by selling curry. 】
[That day, she saw the damn government parasites chasing their dearest hero Dara.]
[Her knuckles, like dead tree roots, were hanging in the air. The trash can she had just thrown hit the damned government scoundrel Officer Kumar. Her ragged sari was soaked in dirty water, her silver-gray hair stuck to her cheekbones, but her cloudy eyes were emitting a molten-like glow:]
[“You damn termite, the monkey is going to overturn the sacred elephant! Don’t even think about hurting our dear Dara!”]
……
Words kept pouring out of the beige pages above the sky.
The Lord of Thought and Faith was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Rovasha's world laws represented - once He entered this story, He became a part of the story. Unless He used absolutely powerful force to break this story, He would have to follow the laws of the story.
Just like when Su Mingan entered Shen Xue's story, even though Su Mingan was very powerful and could easily subdue Shen Xue, he had to play the role of "ordinary student Su Mingan" until the moment he danced with Shen Xue on the stage.
This is the constraint of the world's laws.
"Uritilola!" The Lord of Thought and Faith immediately called on other higher dimensions to forcibly break this story. However, Uritilola was laughing, as if she found this very interesting. She kept laughing:
"Yes! Yes! This is a fairy tale for adults! This is the fairy tale I like!"
"This madman..." The Lord of Thinking Faith had long realized that Yuritilola was the craziest one, so he stopped seeking cooperation and decided to capture Su Mingan himself.
This is a chance for Su Mingan to survive, and it is also a good opportunity for them. Because Su Mingan himself must abide by the rules here and cannot act recklessly!
This is a dimensionality reduction attack on both sides at the same time!
"boom!"
Just as He stretched out His claws again, a second trash can hit Him. This time, it was Aisha, a mute girl from the laundry yard, who attacked. Her apron covered with soap foam fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were bright and trembling.
In a corner where no one cared, Alauddin, the creator of the story, wrote quickly with eyes as bright as crystal:
……
[Aisha, the mute girl. She is a diligent and kind girl.]
[When three gold button policemen pushed the door open, overturned the steaming chickpea curry, raised their bronze batons and sneered: "You didn't pay two rupees in protection fees last month, you bitch, are you going to use this pig food to pay off your debt?"]
[Dara squatted on the crooked TV antenna and saw this scene. His back teeth were almost broken. He saw Aisha's cracked toes sinking into the hot curry, and her turbid and helpless tears fell on Officer Kumar's shiny leather boots.]
[The mango core made a slight sound in the slingshot’s leather bag. Dara jumped onto the ochre-red eaves, took out the slingshot, and aimed at the lion emblem on the police cap that symbolized colonial rule——]
[“Dang!”]
……
"Clang!"
On the ochre-red eaves, Su Mingan showed a bright smile that was inconsistent with his personality, as if he had "played" Dara to perfection.
He took out a slingshot from his worn pocket, fired it with a mango core, and with a flick of his finger, hit the Lord of Thinking Faith on the head.
This was such a plain, simple, and unadorned attack. It did not involve divine power, white tentacles, or any huge energy or power of faith. It was just a sucked mango core.
The moment of hitting.
The Lord of Thought and Faith leaned back as if he had been shot.
In a trance, it seemed as if an invisible "police hat" fell off his head.
……
[Dara took out the slingshot hidden under his ribs, and the dried mango pit tore through the air, accurately hitting the gold badge on the policeman's hat. The clanging sound startled the crows on the wires, and he heard the hoarse laughter of old Banu amid the flying black feathers:]
[“Look! Shiva’s monkey has come to punish the wicked!”]
……
"Look! Shiva's monkey is here to punish the evildoers!" The sari-clad mother-in-law laughed out loud and raised the trash can again, intending to throw it at the "damn police officer Kumar."
"Rovasha... Creator... Olives... You..." The voice of the Lord of Thought and Faith began to distort, and He found that His image was being covered by the logic of the story. The extremely powerful gray fog was now transformed into an event where "the iron-hatted police officer Kumar led his troops to suppress the mob."
A mango pit and two trash cans cannot stop the Lord of Thought and Faith, but they are enough to stop the steps of the "iron-hatted police officer". In this story, he has been arranged by Alauddin to be the villain "Police Officer Kumar"!
And the hero "Dara" who jumped on the ochre-red eaves became a "magic monkey" who punished the evildoers!
Soon after, the Goddess of Light and Laplace's Demon, who had just intruded into this story, also received the same "care".
……
[“Little dirty monkey.” Lady Field stepped into the slums with disdain, her malachite earrings trembling constantly: “This is Colonel Rhodes’ charity dinner. Tell the flying thief that if he comes to see me, I will reward him with a whole bag of silver coins.”]
[Colonel Rhodes, who was standing beside her, had gloomy edges and sickly golden-brown irises. He held up his gloves and said calmly, "That's right, let that Dara come to see me. If he kneels before me, I will reward him with power and freedom."]
【Only two whooshing sounds were heard.】
[They both felt a pain in their foreheads at the same time, and the cunning thief Dara had already run away. He laughed loudly, waved his hands and hummed loudly.]
[“Don’t think of me becoming your running dog!”]
[“Hero Dara will never admit defeat and will never bow his head!”]
……
"Dara is coming! Darra is coming!"
It was an unparalleled cheer.
That was the laughter of people welcoming a hero.
On the ochre-red eaves, there is the extremely free and passionate male protagonist.
That is the hope in the eyes and hearts of countless poor people. It is the fantasy in the hearts of countless untouchables oppressed by power above the dirty river that remains unchanged all year round.
Every time young Dara fired his slingshot, the words in the sky flickered - those were the traces of Alauddin's crazy rewriting in the real world.
Alauddin sat in the shadow, writing at his desk, his feather pen bleeding. His wholehearted rewriting made his head buzz, his throat taste sweet, and his fingers tremble, but he did not stop. He would not stop. He knew that at this moment, the whole world was watching his story, watching his childhood fantasy that no one cared about. His dear, dear "Dara"! Please jump to the highest branch and respond to the little him with a smile!
Look, Alauddin, your fantasy has paid off!
Your words that no one cares about, your stories that can only be abandoned in abandoned documents, one day, the fire in your heart will be seen by everyone!
A billion people...a billion people are watching!
My story, the story of my youth, is helping the real savior escape!
Alauddin locked himself in a shabby house converted from a container, tied his trembling wrists with his daughter's favorite red hairband, and tied his forehead with the headscarf his wife wore before she died. He wrote frantically with tears streaming down his face. When the text "Dara escaped from the pursuit of the police officers" was forcibly inserted into the first chapter, Su Mingan under the sky successfully broke through the blockade of the high-dimensional people and ran away with the slingshot of freedom!
What he is about to step into is the next story, the river described by the next person!
Su Mingan knew it clearly in his heart.
When he put pen to paper,
He was no longer in the sky surrounded by the gods, but was suddenly in the story of Alauddin.
He couldn't change the entire world, as that would require an enormous amount of energy, but he could make the replaced memory lenses target only himself.
As long as he lives, that beautiful future is within reach.
As long as he lives, progress continues.
So he invites players to weave thousands of stories, disassemble himself into twinkling stars and scatter them among them - he will jump and shuttle through the complex writing, jump in these unique texts and plots, and collide with the sword tassel of the sixth lady of Feng Aotian, dive into the singing of the sister of the Rin tribe in the sweet pet healing story, witness the colorful clouds of the little girl of the group's favorite koi, and work together with the girl who farms in the Lingquan space to open up fertile fields. He will drink old tea with the male protagonist of the 1990s in the memory of the reborn, and share the directing tube with the great director in the script of the plagiarist, and let Long Aotian of the Urban Dragon King God of War system escort him!
He wades through other people's stories, dwells in the tides of the plot, spins and leaps under their pens, wanders in the paragraphs and lines of text, performs under the curtain of the story's background, and grows flowers in the flesh and blood of others.
Whenever the narrative curtain rises, he migrates along the foreshadowing mountain range, transforming into a egret with no feet to rest on, a "wingless bird" that grows flesh and blood by borrowing someone else's wings.
Until all the texts come to an end, carrying the final chapter and flying into the eternal night.
Wait until the ultimate moment arrives.
"Come on!" Su Ming'an raised his head and drank the wind from thousands of miles away. His spine was like a spear piercing the sky. He tried his best to play the unbridled and free tone of "Dara", or perhaps he was expressing himself faintly, and laughed:
"Please carve your commandments on my tombstone! When the stars fall, you will see that the name of 'Dara' is brighter than all oracles!"
this moment,
The pre-monsoon heatwave was suddenly torn apart.
"Dara" runs in the sunshine.
His slender body stretched in the air, his faded blue shirt billowed like a sail in the wind, and the scorching sun shone on his bloodstained bare feet.
Young hero,
He is gone and never to return.
(End of this chapter)