prynovel Chapter 4392 The Astonishing Effect of the Poem
Chapter 4392 The Astonishing Effect of the Poem
Chapter 4392 The Astonishing Effect of the Poem
Ever since leaving the instance, Kemai's heart has been constantly drawn to the Word Swamp.
Anyone who could vaguely sense a space in the darkness, and knew that they only needed one step to cross the void and arrive there, would be curious, and Ke Mai was no exception.
However, since Angell hadn't mentioned it beforehand, he felt embarrassed to go in.
Now that Angell has brought it up himself, he naturally won't refuse.
“Then let’s go in.” Angel paused for a moment, then looked at Kemai: “You open the door.”
Ke Mai pointed to himself: "Me?"
Angel nodded: "Yes, you give it a try."
"This textual space was completed to 100% perfection through your exploration along the way. The first person to step into it should be the challenger who truly completes the entire journey."
Ke Mai paused for a moment, then felt a slight warmth in his heart.
He had assumed that Angell would casually open this space, but he never expected that the other party would reserve this "first time" ritual for him.
After a moment's hesitation, he nodded emphatically: "I won't let you down, sir!"
Angell: "..." How did it suddenly turn into "approval"?
Ke Mai took a deep breath and gently pushed his right hand towards the void.
Where his fingertips touched, a layer of pale silver ripples of text appeared, like fine lines spread across the surface of water by pebbles.
Countless tiny characters, as small as mosquito legs, appeared, flowed, and combined in the void, first forming the outline of an article, and then slowly stretching out to become a light gate about the height of a person.
Although this was the first time Kemai had opened the portal, he could sense that it would exist according to his own will.
He can keep the portal here as long as he wants.
However, only one light gate can exist at a time.
After sensing the information from the light gate, Kemai turned to look at Angor.
But then Angel gestured "please" towards the portal, implying that he should go first.
Ke Mai felt a warmth in his heart once again and nodded shyly.
Without much hesitation, he stepped forward and passed through the portal. The next second, he found himself in a vast space filled with the beauty of words.
The beauty of words lies in their literal meaning.
Because in his eyes, words appeared everywhere in this space.
The earth is the language—"moist black mud".
The sky is words—"a misty dome".
Even withered branches and fallen leaves, gnarled and ancient trees are all forms of writing. It can be said that everything in the entire space is composed of writing.
Is this... the meaning of the monji swamp forest?
Ke Mai was so overwhelmed by the sheer volume of text before him that he was completely stunned.
However, this is not over.
Perhaps it was because the system detected that Kemai was entering the text space for the first time, and the corresponding text rules were transformed into a fairyland prompt, constantly refreshing Kemai's text bar.
His blank stare was partly due to reading these written rules.
While Kermaine was still in a daze, Angell also stepped into the Forest of Words through the portal of light.
Compared to Kermaine, Ingres showed absolutely no reaction to the Script Marsh.
After all, he was well-versed in the rules of textual space.
The essence of the Font Swamp Forest and the Font Manor is the same; the only difference is the scenery and size.
If we compare the Word Manor to a light and refreshing prose poem, then the Word Swamp Forest is a medium-length or long forest-themed novel.
This is even more evident from the size; the miniature garden space of the Monji Swamp is at least dozens of times larger than the Monji Manor!
It can be said that it is almost a one-to-one replica of the Misty Forest instance.
This is just the text version.
Angell surveyed the Word Swamp Forest from a god-like perspective, determined its area, and then opened his eyes to look around.
Their location happened to be near the Dead Tree stronghold.
Angell walked to the gate of the withered tree, pushed it open, and stepped forward.
They soon arrived at the tree hole below.
The tree hollow is the same size as the Misty Swamp instance, but it has completely lost its original dampness and clutter.
The place is clean and tidy, fully furnished, with the warm glow of the oil lamp on the table casting a soft and tranquil light around it.
The natural wooden furniture exudes the fragrance of grass and wood, and the natural texture of the tree hole cross-section surrounds it, carrying the unique tranquility and forest atmosphere of the deep forest, and exuding a sense of peace and warmth, just like the dwelling of a fairy who lives in seclusion in the forest.
Ingres came to the tree hollow to see if the stone slab inscribed with "The Law of Self-Seeking" existed there.
But after scanning carefully, he couldn't see the stone slab.
Think about it.
The tree hollow in the Misty Swamp Forest instance was a mess, with no furniture in sight. But here, it's a completely different story, fully equipped with all the necessities for daily life, ready for you to move in immediately.
Clearly, the Fairy Realm Authority made slight changes to the details when creating the Word Swamp Forest.
Just as Angell was looking around at the furnishings inside the tree hollow, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.
"My lord!" Kemai stepped forward excitedly, seemingly wanting to share the shock of seeing the Script Swamp Forest for the first time, but then felt that it was inappropriate to say the words, so he stood awkwardly in place.
Angel glanced at Kemai and said softly, "You're here just in time. Go open the cabinet under the desk."
Kemai: "Huh?"
Although she didn't know why she had to open the cabinet, Kemai obediently did as she was told.
When the cabinet was opened, it was filled with piles of paper.
These sheets of paper come in three colors: black, white, and gray.
White paper was the most abundant, followed by gray paper, with only a few sheets of black paper.
Angell: "Take out a piece of white paper and, using the black quill pen on the table, write 'Musk whale oil.'"
Angel began to describe the contents of "musk whale oil" word by word, and Ke Mai hurriedly took out a piece of white paper, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote down the corresponding text according to Angel's dictation.
A lengthy essay described the origin, smell, and appearance of "musca whale oil"...
After Waimai finished writing in a daze.
The white paper suddenly emitted a pale white light, and with a "bang," the paper disappeared, replaced by a narrow-necked glass bottle filled with amber-colored oil.
Ke Mai was stunned by the sight of the giant "bottle" coming to life.
How is this going?
He, he... is this creation?
Kemai looked at Angel with pleading eyes, but Angel did not speak immediately. Instead, he walked to his side, removed the cap from the narrow-necked glass bottle, and a strong odor wafted out.
Angell sniffed it and frowned slightly: "I think I forgot to mention something earlier. It needs to be musk that is diluted three times and mixed... Hmm, but it doesn't matter, a stronger is fine."
Angell turned off the oil lamp on the table and poured a little bit of the grease from the bottle into it.
A moment later, the oil lamp burned even brighter, and at the same time, a rich fragrance wafted through the air.
As Ke Mai smelled the "musk" scent in the air and thought about the "musk whale oil" he had described earlier, he was completely dumbfounded.
He knew that everything in the Word Marsh was made up of words.
But I never imagined that I could use words to write and construct things?
Angel patted Kemai on the shoulder, and then, while Kemai was distracted, took out gray and black paper from the bookcase.
"Come on, let's continue... Write 'A wisp of breeze' on the gray paper."
Kemai had by then understood what Angell meant: to let him understand the writing method on special paper through hands-on practice.
This is also the rule of creation in the space of words.
A moment later, several paragraphs describing Liu Feng were copied onto the gray paper.
As the final stroke ended, the paper vanished without a trace, but where it disappeared, wisps of wind clearly stirred.
A gentle breeze carried the musk scent in the air, gradually making the rich aroma lighter and more pleasant.
"Is this a wisp of wind?" Ke Mai's eyes flashed with intoxication. He had actually created a wisp of wind with his own hands. If this were outside, wouldn't it be equivalent to some kind of wind-based ability?
Angell seemed to have seen through Kemai's thoughts and said calmly, "The rules of writing in the outside world are weak and cannot support the elemental characteristics of special paper."
Feeling his inner thoughts exposed, Ke Mai's cheeks flushed slightly.
His eyes darted around, trying to change the subject, but finally his gaze fell on the black paper in the cabinet: "Sir, I roughly understand the effects of white and gray paper, but what is this black paper?"
Angel didn't speak, but instead took out a piece of black paper and placed it on the table.
Ke Mai immediately took out his pen, ready to write.
But Angel shook his head and stopped him.
“This black paper has the largest capacity. If you write on it, it will be a waste of time and you’ll easily waste pages.” Angell narrowed his eyes slightly. “So, leave it to me.”
Immediately afterwards, under Kemai's questioning gaze, Angel held the black paper, a faint glint in his eyes.
The next second, tens of thousands of words appeared out of thin air around Angell.
And they increased in number, eventually almost completely overlapping to form several black lines.
Each black line contains countless words, which are directly integrated into the black paper the moment they take shape.
What are clearly black lines appear as white text on the paper.
The dense text instantly filled the black paper, then filled it once, twice, three times... The small page of black paper contained hundreds of thousands of characters.
In just a moment, the black paper turned into "white" paper because of the white writing covering it.
To Kemai's astonishment, Angel picked up the "white" paper and stuck it directly onto one side of the tree hole.
A dazzling light burst forth in an instant.
Ke Mai felt a sudden white light before his eyes, and he instinctively closed them, only opening them again several seconds later.
At this moment, the light inside the tree hole disappeared, and in its place, a new doorway appeared on one side of the tree hole, through which a winding path could be faintly seen.
Angell: "Let's go in and see the results."
Angell stepped into the doorway first, and Kemai quickly followed. After walking a dozen steps along the winding path, a space even larger than the previous tree hole appeared before them.
This space is almost as big as a large theater.
There are gardens, houses, and a clear water source that seems to flow from nowhere, forming a small lake.
The top was also covered with a plant called "photoalgae". According to the description, they can grow to the ground, receive sunlight on the surface, store light energy, and then illuminate this cave.
Looking at this vast space, Kemai was completely stunned.
How exactly did they manage to do that?
If his creation of "Musk Whale Oil" and "A Stream of Wind" can be called "creation," then Angell's latest feat can be called "creation of the world"!
The difference between the two is like that between a firefly and a radiant glow.
Is this the effect of the black paper?
That's terrifying!
However, what terrified Kemai even more was Angell. In those few short seconds, what magnificent piece of writing had he produced?!
It should at least be a long novel!
Otherwise, how could such a vast and intricate underground space be supported?
It even has houses, gardens, and lakes! And although he didn't go inside the red-roofed cottage, he could see from the window that it was furnished.
Kemai looked at Angel with disbelief. This one page of black paper was worth hundreds or even thousands of pages of white paper!
Angell shrugged: "Actually, I was surprised too, because it was the first time I'd ever done this."
Even back in the Word Manor, Angell had never done anything as astonishing as "creating the world"... because he couldn't.
Even if he were the owner of the Word Manor, let alone the fact that he wasn't, he couldn't have done it.
But how was it possible to do that in the Forest of Words?
This is also a question that Ke Mai is curious about.
the answer is……
“The Marsh Forest Ode,” Angell said softly, revealing the truth.
Ke Mai paused for a second, then immediately realized: "Is it the Swamp Forest Ode from the previous special reward list?"
Angell nodded.
"The Ode to the Swamp Forest: Using spiritual power as dye, it transforms characters and symbols that exist in static and dynamic visual forms into standard texts that can be recorded, edited, transmitted, and reconstructed through ordered analysis."
The above is the explanation given by Wonderland regarding the Marsh Forest Poem.
Angell didn't quite understand it before, until he entered the Marsh Forest of Words, where the effect of "Marsh Forest Ode" was directly reflected in his thoughts.
The obscure text was also explained.
Translate in plain language—
"Numa Forest Ode: It can directly transform the images in your mind into words and record them on special paper pages."
If this underground space were to be constructed normally, it would require at least a million words, or even more, of descriptive language.
But now, Angell can directly visualize the scene in his mind without having to describe it in words. Thanks to the characteristics of the Marsh Forest Ode, it will automatically fill in the corresponding words for the scene.
One million words per second is not the limit.
If Ingres could create an even grander vision, he could write tens of millions of words per second.
This is the "Ode to the Marsh Forest"!
Angell himself never expected that the reward he chose would have such a terrifying effect.
As long as there are enough black pages, he can transform the Word Swamp Forest into a new form within a day!
Upon hearing this, Kemai asked blankly, "So, sir, you can make the swamp forest disappear and turn this place into a town?"
Angel nodded: "Theoretically, it can be done in a day, but the speed at which black paper is generated can't keep up. If we really want to completely change the space, it will take at least a few months."
According to the rules of text space, special pages can be continuously generated.
White paper is produced the fastest; if you use hundreds of sheets of white paper today, you can replenish them completely tomorrow.
The gray paper needs to be replenished more slowly, but it's still just enough.
Only black paper, a special type of paper that can hold more text, can be produced in such a short time that even one sheet a day is considered fast, and it may even take two or three days to produce one sheet.
Therefore, it is unrealistic to expect to change the entire swamp of words in a short period of time.
Only when enough black pages have accumulated can we truly transform the world.
"Even so, it's still amazing!" Kemai exclaimed, then suddenly remembered something and asked cautiously, "Sir, if a town is built in the future, will I be able to have a home here?"