What did it mean to receive a gift from fate meant for a hero?
What did it mean—to be recorded in history?
Bai Zhou was somewhat bewildered.
If he had understood correctly, history was supposed to be humanity's record of the past—like the little stories of Evening City, though many of those stories had been fabricated false histories by Black Robe.
But he—Bai Zhou—wasn't dead yet, was he?
In a daze, Bai Zhou felt the absurdity of suddenly seeing a tourist attraction plaque reading "Former Residence of a Celebrity" hung on the house he was still living in—
How had such a living, breathing person become an ancient?
Even now, gazing through the window at the girl in the windbreaker suspended in mid-air, Bai Zhou was still at a loss. Confusion flickered in his eyes, while his heart kept pounding wildly.
"In those adventure stories, the Brave One's tale spreads far and wide. Having defeated the Demon King, the Brave One is crowned in glory; the team reaches its most mature and perfect form; bards travel the world, passing their story from mouth to mouth."
Miss Ya's voice drifted softly. "From murals and knotted cords, to the clay tablets of Mesopotamian civilization, the papyrus of ancient Egypt, and then the oracle bones and bronze inscriptions of the ancient Eastern nations—in these piles of ancient old papers, people can always find legends of Heroes and Deities."
"Yet was it because they were Heroes that they were recorded in history, or did being recorded in history make them Heroes who shone across an era? In the Mystic World, the two seem, at times, to share a wondrous bond of mutual reinforcement."
As she spoke, Miss Ya shook her head. "Still, I don't know very clearly what all this means behind the scenes.