"You are about to die and you still want to slander me and drag me down with you?" Lin You laughed out loud on the spot, his sarcasm evident in his words. "The restriction on the quill pen was led by the Supreme God and added by all the gods together. How capable am I to ignore the power of the Supreme God?"

These words did not dispel the doubts in the heart of the God of Truth; "Why?"

"Didn't I tell you that you never left the DC world from the beginning to the end? Since you have been stuck in this story, there is no need for me to go to great lengths. Just give it a gentle push and you will be back on track."

"You're lying." The God of Truth's voice was weak, but his eyes were still sharp. "The character who replaced me has always been there. It has not been rewritten or disappeared. In the story of Wonder Woman, Patrick Morgan is someone else, and the one who carries destiny is someone else, not me."

The God of Truth turned from a son to a father, hiding in the Morgan family for a long time; on the one hand, it was for safety reasons, and on the other hand, it was to monitor the changes in the story plot nearby. As long as another Patrick Morgan is still there, it means that the scapegoat who took his place and suffered the inevitable death is still there.

But the current situation is that the scapegoat is alive and well, and even if the plot develops normally, he can live for at least another ten years; on the contrary, the God of Truth who jumped out of the story is about to die.

"Lying? No, I'm not lying, but you didn't understand me correctly." Lin You looked down at the loser crawling on the ground, "I rewrote the fate, not the story plot. Wonder Woman defeated Patrick Morgan, which was the plot; Diana and I joined forces to defeat the God of Truth, which was fate."

Here, Patrick Morgan and the god of truth are two different gods. Patrick, as a member of the British House of Lords, is now in London, waving the flag for the great victories of the Empire in conquering the Transvaal and Orange; while the god of truth is now lying at the feet of the writer.

"Fate, damn fate; you are lying. Fate no longer exists in the virtual dimension. At least, it does not exist and has no effect on gods." After going around in circles, the topic returned to the debate on the survival of fate; after witnessing the decline of the fate priests of multiple pantheons, the God of Truth did not believe in the so-called power of "fate" at all. This idea was deeply rooted in his mind.

Listening to the murmurs of his defeated opponent, the smile on Lin You's face has evolved from "light" to "heavy".

"What you have been striving for all along is to establish a connection with the will of the big world and gain Its recognition. I thought you knew the big world very well! But... this is it?" Outsiders could only hear the writer's mocking voice, but no one noticed that under his indifferent tone, there was actually a hint of relief after getting rid of worries.

It turns out that your understanding of the will of the universe is so superficial. It scared me at first.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, 'There is no destiny in the virtual dimension', this sentence is the real lie. However, this lie was not told by anyone, but the result of the gods' self-righteousness."

Lin You used laughter to stimulate the God of Truth's emotions. He wanted to dig out more information from him to prove his own judgment.
"The Destiny of the God Realm is declining, but the Destiny of the Great World is always growing. Are you wondering why I can find you, and even easily locate you after you escape? It is the God of Destiny of the Great World who is helping me."

Having said this, Lin You deliberately paused for a moment, appearing nonchalant, but in fact he was carefully observing the changes in the expression of the God of Truth.

It is difficult for people to control their emotions and micro-expressions when they experience great ups and downs, and gods are no exception - this is the judgment Lin You made after dealing with the gods for so many years and long-term observation.

The confused expression that appeared on the face of the God of Truth at this moment seemed to prove that He had no clear understanding of the existence of the God of Destiny of the Big World.

So, Lin You continued, “When you intensified the war between the British government and the Boers, the fate of everyone in South Africa intersected with yours; especially since you used the war to repair your godhood, your fate was more closely linked to the fate of millions of people, and the bond that connected them was the war.

To us, fate is illusory, invisible and intangible; but to the God of Fate, fate is substantial. If everyone's fate is like a thread, then when millions of threads gather together and lead to the same direction, it is simply a road to heaven. I just need to follow this road and I will find you. "

The God of Truth was skeptical, with a feeling of confusion in his heart, as if his three world views had been shattered.

"Does the big world have a god of destiny?"

"Of course there are; even outside the main body of the big world, those that coexist with the big world in the form of celestial sphere intersections - for example, in the story world of "The Demon Hunter", its supreme god is responsible for destiny, don't you know?" Lin You nodded vigorously, "The gods see through the truth of the world, and what they break is the destiny given to them by humans in the real dimension; the decline of the destiny god's power is because these gods themselves are also given by humans. But people in the real dimension don't know the existence of the big world."

The God of Truth was deeply moved, as if someone had helped him to clear the fog. Suddenly, his mind became clear. "The Great World is a product of the Illusionary Dimension. The Destiny Godship of this world is also spontaneously generated... The Great World has already given birth to its own indigenous gods. Is the God of Destiny one of them?"

"I think... I can say that, right?!" Lin You looked like he was thinking hard but was unsure. Even when facing the dying "God", he did not intend to tell the truth.

"Hehe... the native indigenous gods of the big world! It turns out that the things I have always dreamed of are not false, but real. My goal has always been not a delusion." The God of Truth was filled with emotion.

"The only pity is failure, right?" Lin You echoed.

"why?"

"what why?"

The God of Truth asked the question abruptly and the writer gave a confusing answer.

"Why would the God of Destiny help you?" The God of Truth "woke up" from his emotion faster than expected. "Even if the God of Destiny exists in the big world, even if He can easily see through my fate, why would He choose to help you?"

"Haven't you always been curious about the relationship between me and the Will of the Big World? Including Loki, I have always wanted to know why the Will of the Big World is only willing to communicate with me?" Lin You asked back.

"Of course, we have always wanted to know. Are you willing to tell me now?" The eyes of the God of Truth suddenly lit up with a different look.

"The answer is simple, that is, I am more familiar with the will of the big world." Lin You's answer was somewhat irresponsible, and it sounded more like a joking excuse.

This kind of answer can be often heard in daily life. For example, if you hear that a man or a woman has a special relationship, when you ask the parties involved, you will often get a similar answer: "No, no, we are just familiar with each other..." It sounds ambiguous.

Such words certainly cannot convince people, let alone the God of Truth.

"But I'm telling the truth." Lin You spread his hands. "When I use the quill pen to rewrite stories and promote world integration, I have to go deep into the bottom of the big world to modify the background logic every time. Although I haven't dealt with it directly, the will of the big world has been very familiar with me since its birth."

Just like those familiar strangers in people's lives, you may not know them, their names, or their origins, but there are always some people who pass by your door every day, take the same bus every day, and appear in the same window every day. Over time, this person becomes a fixed landscape in your life.

To the will of the great world, the writer is the most familiar scenery in His life; every now and then, this human consciousness will appear before Him, making changes to the logic of His worldview, and then walk away after the changes are made.

"Just because he is familiar with you, he chooses to cooperate with you?" The God of Truth found it unbelievable.

Lin You spread his hands "innocently": "Many times, things are not that complicated. Have you forgotten that the time since the Great World Will was officially awakened is not long? Now He is more like a newborn baby, still ignorant of many things. At this time, He instinctively looks for a more familiar communication partner. Is it strange?"

The God of Truth was speechless; He was somewhat puzzled, but could not explain why. Lin You's words were reasonable, so reasonable that they seemed to be deliberately fabricated.

This expression of confusion and indescribableness is very much like the look of a poor student when he can't understand a problem; he finds that his answer is wrong, but he doesn't know where it is wrong.

In Lin You's eyes, this further proved that the other party was not aware of the true situation of the will of the big world.

The "God of Destiny" is the original indigenous god of the big world? That's right!
The real question is, who is the "God of Destiny"?
The most troubling thing for the God of Truth, a poor student, was not that he answered the question incorrectly, but that he did not even find the stem of the question. Lin You obviously would not be kind enough to remind this opponent. He did not have the habit of self-destructing near the end like the villains in movies and TV dramas to help the opponent turn the tables.

The reason why I wasted so much time talking to a loser was just to get some words out of him. The writer had no psychological barriers to letting his opponent die in confusion and being kept in the dark until his death.

However, he still underestimated his opponent's IQ. Although he ignored the crucial issue of the identity of the "God of Destiny", the God of Truth discovered another blind spot that was easily overlooked in the past.

“You haven’t written anything about me.”

Lin You's eyes suddenly flickered: "What did you say?"

"I said, the quill pen has never written anything about me." The tone of the God of Truth was extremely firm, and he emphasized the word "write"; "Whether it is to rewrite the plot or to rewrite fate, you always have to "write". But I never felt that the quill pen had "written" anything about me. Normally, even if I am not protected by the quill pen's prohibition, I can at least sense your writing action."

From the moment the God of Truth uttered the first sentence, Lin You no longer looked down upon the loser; instead, he raised his head inadvertently and looked around intentionally or unintentionally, observing any even the slightest movement in the dimensional space.

Because they were no longer looking at each other, the God of Truth did not notice that the writer's gaze was gradually becoming dangerous; so He continued to pour out his words, and even after He finished speaking, He was still waiting for the writer's answer.

"I wrote it, but you ignored it. You've been running for your life in fear all day long, and your mind is too tense." Lin You only glanced downward while speaking, and most of the time his attention was still on his surroundings; no external force entered the dimensional space, and except for Diana who was still in a coma, there was no fourth intelligent creature at the scene.

This situation made Lin You very satisfied and he felt at ease.

Just like his reaction when he heard Lin You’s answer before, the God of Truth didn’t believe this answer at all; but this time He was no longer a confused student, but had reasonable and well-founded doubts.

The way to use a quill pen, like the restrictions on the pen, were all set by the gods; the reference standard was the writer's ability to control the "truth factor" and the strength of the writer's own willpower.

The "reality factor" is a collection of countless human consciousnesses. When the writer uses a quill pen, each drop of ink created by the "reality factor" contains millions of distracting thoughts from the human brain; the content of the distracting thoughts ranges from "Can Sun Wukong defeat Michael?" to "Did Superman use diapers when he was a child?", and includes all kinds of strange and varied thoughts.

When the writer uses a goose feather pen, these distracting thoughts will constantly impact his brain and disrupt his thinking. But as we all know, rewriting the logic of the world view is a job that requires a strong sense of logic. During the transformation process, the writer is required to stay awake at all times and remember his rewriting plan clearly.

If one lets his mind get confused and writes those absurd ideas into the Big World—such as “God did have a second son”—it would not only be a joke on the Big World plan, but also on his own brain.

Therefore, every time a rewrite is done, the writer needs to put the rewritten content into words; these words are not only written for the will of the world to see, but also for the writer himself to see.

Therefore, the specific action of "writing" is a necessary procedure for the writer every time he uses a goose feather pen. Because of the huge influence of the "truth factor", when the writer performs this action, not only will the Supreme God pay attention, but the gods related to the writing content will also notice it.

But the problem is that the God of Truth clearly remembers that He never noticed that the writer had "written" anything related to Him from beginning to end.

"You are still lying. I remember clearly that you have never 'written' before. Unless you can rewrite the background logic of the big world without a quill pen, or... or..." The voice of the God of Truth suddenly trembled, "You don't need to 'write' to be able to..."

"Puff!" A somewhat dull sound interrupted the words of the God of Truth; this was the sound of the snake-wrapped scepter stabbing into His heart.

"Some things, once you say them, are just bullshit. But some things, not only will they cause big trouble if you say them, but even if you know them and think about them, they will make others embarrassed."

This is the last sentence Lin You said before the God of Truth died. (End of this chapter)