Now Wednesday, I must have mastered some magical techniques from the Sun God system. As the pope of the entire Sun God Cult, I still have some strength.

Of course, because the Sun God Cult is still invented in general, the believers are just a group of short goblins, so they cannot be overestimated.

This gain made Sean very happy. He felt like he invested thousands of yuan in a remote township and opened a hotel. As a result, he became a famous company in the province and city and made hundreds of millions of yuan in less than a year.

It's so wonderful.

However, Sean still remembers why he drank the spiritual water, but was inspired to come here.

"I will add one more thing to the teachings on Wednesday."

Wednesday's expression was again, "Please tell me."

Sean opened his mouth and suddenly realized that there was no way to start.

What doctrine should be added? Should we say that the sun god will never get sick?

This setting seems to have been available for a long time, and it can even be regarded as the default setting. After all, the dignified Sun God, the creator of all things in his name, will actually get sick, which is too embarrassing.

Moreover, there had been similar settings before. In order to prevent being corrupted by magic, Sean once added - "The Sun God is the purest light, not covered by any darkness, the Sun God is the purest fire, and any filth will be burned by this fire, not poisoned by all things, and not invaded by all evil..."

Now that the power of faith is in place, there should be no more similar negative effects.

In fact, he has not felt that sense of emptiness these days.

But why, why do you become weak? Confused thinking and dizzy mind.

It seems that the problem is not on the magic water, nor is it a curse or toxin. What would it be?

The next day, Sean slowly woke up from his sleep, and the feeling of weakness came as scheduled.

He carefully distinguished it and could indeed feel a warm feeling, and a stream of power continued to gather into his body.

But even so, the feeling of weakness did not disappear, and both existed at the same time, so he became both powerful and weak, a very strange feeling.

He suddenly felt a little shocked. These days he was blessed by the power of faith, and he would be so weak. If he had not had this power of faith, wouldn't he have long been...

The urgency in his heart doubled. While his mind was still clear, Sean knew that he could never sit still and wait for death. Although the power of faith could make him survive, it did not mean that he would be at ease.

Something must have happened. Something is absorbing his vitality and his sense of existence. You must find the source of everything and take advantage of your own saneness.

He sat up from the bed and dressed neatly quickly. While searching for something from his bag, he accidentally discovered an interesting gadget - a pipe. This was bought by him when he was at Nord. Because he absorbed the memory of the lost spirit, he specially bought pipes and tobacco.

This discovery made him a little excited. For the first time these days, he was extremely convinced that a certain memory of his is true and had no doubts because there was evidence.

This also gave him a little inspiration. Yes, human experience will leave traces. As long as there are similar evidence, it means that the memory is real.

His own spiritual water indicates that he has indeed participated in the memory of summoning the fairies in the lake.

The pipe proves that it summons the spirits and is infected with quirks.

He took out the things in his dimensional pocket one by one to check. Every time he found one, he would recall the origin of the item. As more and more things he took out, his lost memories gathered bit by bit.

The past is vivid in my mind.

Not enough, this is not enough to find out the real enemy and the root of the problem.

These are all his past accumulations, and he became weak and his memory chaos only appeared a few days ago, so recent evidence is required.

He held his pipe in his mouth, paced around the room like a detective. The breath of tobacco made him particularly sober and his thoughts became dissipated.

Any conspiracy will leave traces. Eliminate all the impossible, and the rest must be possible. Since this incident happened in the castle, it is likely that it was caused by a certain summoning object. First, you should go to the dungeon to take a look.

There are also those dwarf goblins who have been assisting themselves in summoning, and perhaps they will notice something.

When he walked out of the bedroom and downstairs, he saw No. 9 cleaning the room.

"Nine, is there anything unusual in the castle recently? Especially these days."

Just looking at him, he bent down respectfully and gave a big gift (Great Master, it is indeed something unusual, we discovered something strange.).

"Strange thing? Take me to see it."

Sean followed No. 9 to get off the castle. In a basement, he saw the "strange thing", but it was clearly a short goblin. It looked weak. It lay on the floor with its eyes closed. Sean almost thought the other party was a corpse at first, and touched his nose with his hands. His faint breathing made him realize that this thing was alive.

What made Sean feel strange was that he didn't remember the existence of this goblin at all. Even looking at the face in front of him, he felt that nothing actually existed in front of him. The unique facial features of the short goblin could not leave any impression in his thinking.

If it weren't particularly sought, Sean would hardly notice its existence.

It seems not real, like a false phantom, which will disappear at any time.

Sean was very sure that he had never seen this short goblin before, and this was very unusual. You should know that only he mastered the summoning technique of another world. It is logical that every short goblin was summoned by him, and it is impossible not to know it.

But looking at the face of the short goblin, he couldn't remember it.

"Hey, you're still alive?" he asked.

The short goblin opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Sean blankly with his godless eyes.

"Who are you?" Sean asked again.

"I am...I am...I don't remember..." said the short goblin, his body suddenly becoming transparent, and then it disappeared out of thin air.

Sean was stunned, a cold thriller slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, as if he had seen his ending.

After rubbing his eyes, Sean suddenly felt dazed, very surprised why he came here.

When I turned my head, I saw it and looked at him blankly.

I suddenly remembered it, and it was easy to say that I saw something strange here, and then he...

The memories he tried hard to recall were obviously just a few seconds ago, but at this moment it turned blank.

"Nine, where is the strange thing you are talking about?"

(What strange thing?) Nine's expression said.

Sean: “…”

Ten minutes later, all the dwarf goblins were summoned.

Sean held his pipe in his mouth and slowly glanced over the faces of these short goblins. The short goblins looked at him with obvious strangeness, but with a little admiration.

He had ignored it before, but now he suddenly realized that these short goblins had long forgotten him, and it was only because of his identity as the "Gogly Spirit" that he obeyed his orders.

He identified these short goblins one by one, and he was very familiar with each face.

After counting, there were seven in total, yes, it just fit his memory. Since No. 6 and No. 7 died. No. 12 was swallowed by the chair, these three short goblins were not replenished, so there were exactly seven left.

A very wonderful number, which is consistent with the number of dwarf goblins he summoned at Nord.

But he didn't remember the names of these dwarf goblins so clearly.

"Say your name."

(No. 3)

(No. 5)

(No. 8)

(Nine)

(No. 10)

(No. 11)

(Thirteenth)

Stop! He stared at the dwarf goblin named Week Thirteen. He clearly remembered the past of this dwarf goblin. Its name was given by him. At that time, three were summoned. Because he did not want to reuse the name of the dead goblin, he called it, 11th, 12th, and 13th.

But this is not right. It should be the Thirteenth. So where did the Thirteenth go? Why did I get such a weird name on Thirteenth?

Sean keenly realized that this was his memory of being tampered with.

There must be a No. 13, but it disappeared - disappeared?

He looked at No. 9, and just said it would take itself to see something strange, but then it forgot, which can also be understood as disappearance, not only the disappearance of physical meaning, but also the disappearance of the concept of reality.

So why is it No. 13? What do you have in common with No. 13?

The answer immediately came to my mind. The only thing he and the No. 13 that did not exist was that they both sat on that chair!

Yes, that's right, that chair that looks ordinary, that chair that doesn't work when it sits on.

At this moment, everything became extremely clear.

Excluding all the impossible, how incredible the rest is the truth of the case.

The chair is not without effect, but this effect is invisible.

Its effect is to copy a person who once sat on it and replace the original real person. From a time perspective, it took about less than a week.

The Thirteenth was forgotten, and was born for a week Thirteen, and he was also forgotten, and replaced by John Smith!

Sean licked his tongue and forgot to suck his pipe.

So that's what it was, it was him.

A hint of anger arose in Sean's heart, and then it turned into fear, an incredible feeling, that this close friend, all the past he had experienced, was fake? Is it a fictional, a masterpiece of a chair?

How is this possible? Every memory of the two of them was so vivid, and there were even various evidences in reality, but the facts seemed to be so.

By the way, that photo!
To be continued...