The Divine Gavel of Rain and Mist
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When a woman of impeccable figure and appearance, with ambiguous smell pounced on their body. Most men, even if they are able to resist the temptation, will inevitably fall into hesitation at first, which is a very normal physiological reaction.
This is a very normal physiological reaction -- male human beings are inherently so.
However, this normal reaction does not apply to Yang Siming at this time.
Everything.
All happened too fast!
Without waiting for the hormones or dopamine to take effect in the body, incredible changes began to appear in front of them.
In the last moment, the whispers had not yet faded.
The gentle body of the 'young girl' lost its original form in this instant.
Colourless as air but incomparably brilliant, soft as gel but indestructible, cold as ice but blazing like fire.
All sorts of contradictory factors perfectly and regularly blended together in everything, the 'existence' that was difficult to express in words appeared in front of him in place of the previous Veranica.
This thing ......
It would simply meet the requirements of the 'colourful black' kind of bizarre design of A!
"This ......"
"Is this the old man's golden finger coming?"
Confirming the time since he had crossed over, he had already made quite a few mental plans for himself. But having such a bizarre scene plastered directly on his face still prevented him from immediately making a decisive judgement.
Veranica's change was because she had completed some sort of test herself?
So now was the time to claim the prize?
Or were things going to go to a whole new level next?
One thing to watch out for-
This time, there was no thunder accompanying it!
Meanwhile, no matter how calmly Yang Siming thought about it, the encounter that was completely beyond common sense continued.
"Accept this gift."
"Eh?"
Buzzing!
The maiden lady's last murmur resounded directly in her head, and Yang Siming instantly lost his sight.
No, it was more than that!
Including vision, the sense of touch of the body, the sense of smell of odour, the hearing of sound ......
The feedback from all senses was stripped from the consciousness as much as possible.
Only the brain's thinking was still going on normally.
This feeling was like being hit by a Virgo Saint.
Inside the brain-
was a buzzing that swam back and forth, as if an electric motor had been installed in the skull, pushing the mind to carry on accelerating.
Immediately after that, some kind of 'indescribable information' began to break into the interior of the brain.
This special sensation was as if soft silk was stuffed into the brain from the right ear and then withdrawn from the left ear, and under its influence, the consciousness began to gradually evolve.
Finally, a string of lead grey characters filled with an ancient aura surfaced in the brain.
Yang Siming could guarantee that he had never learnt such characters.
However, the meaning of them was somehow comprehended.
[29086, 37]
This was all that he could analyse and understand from this message.
A little bit of time passed-
After an unknown amount of time or so, marvellous changes that language could not describe were entangled as one in his mind, and the subtle but bizarre knowledge completed its transformation of the breadth of thought.
Yang Siming sat on the chair.
The things in his mind gradually dived down, and his perception of the world began to recover.
Something rough to the touch and cold as if it were a lump of clay appeared in his hand.
"......"
"Looks like my senses have been pretty accurate all along."
"So this is my 'pass reward'?"
Looking down, it was just as he felt.
An earthy brown stone slab with an area almost the size of a 4A paper and a thickness as if it were a box of chewing gum lay between the palm of his hand and his arms, and a combination of straight lines and curved patterns filled almost all of the space of the slab.
"It really is cuneiform."
This time, Yang Siming was even more certain of his previous deduction.
The writing on the stone slab belonged to an extremely early graphic script.
For the sake of his work, he happened to have done a little bit of the most basic homework on it.
In Sumerian culture, it would take another 400 years or so for this kind of graphic script to simplify its strokes and become the kind of cuneiform that people recognised from the Code of Hammurabi.
In time, the tablets are responding to the period of the Iskuric faith.
What was there to be suspicious about when even such details made perfect correspondences?
Subconsciously, as if reading any other text, Yang Siming put his finger on the stone slab that should perhaps be called an 'artefact'.
"Hmph?"
This closer look raised Yancey's eyebrows again.
He could once again guarantee that he had not studied cuneiform in depth in his past journey, and at best, he had only done research within the scope of his work, and being able to distinguish the period in which this writing appeared was already the limit of his ability.
But the problem was that he could actually read the writing on the tablets!
Are you kidding me?
Not to mention this early graphic script, even the later mature cuneiform script, he could only recognise 'star' and 'god' like an ordinary person.
What's the point of reading it directly?
Could it be that he was the reincarnation of King Uma of Uruk!
The waves in his heart did not affect Yang Siming's reading, and in the silence, the content on the stone tablet was understood by him.
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The Divine Mallet of Rain and Mist
The sky cuts off at daybreak.
The earth separated from its margins.
The name of the Son of Man is not yet established;
Anu is the sky.
Kai is the earth.
Ereshkigal fell into Kur;
Before He set sail.
Before God the Father set sail.
After he set sail.
After the mother goddess set sail;
The King who rides on the clouds, the most powerful God!
The light that shakes the earth is thrown upon the mortal world.
The winds are fierce, the mountains tremble, the earth burns.
Death cries out, and the keel rolls under the ship;
Fierce light! Divine light!
Light of swiftness! Light of destruction!
Thunder of the day's extremes!
The overlord of the parched skies!
The greatness of the man who fights against the atmosphere.
Like a lion it tears down its foes.
The sun is blotted out by the splendour of its light.
Like a hyena that preys on its prey;
......
There was not much content on the not-so-large stone slab, and Yang Siming did not use a few minutes to read it thoroughly.
Obviously, it was an ancient Sumerian who wrote poems in praise of the gods.
It could also be a ritual text for sacrifices.
But in any case, it was the Sumerian God of Thunder [Iskur] that was being sung about, there was no doubt about it.
"Is this the so-called gift?"
"The reward of the trial?"
For a while, Yang Siming was but a little surprised.
He had thought that according to the formula, he should have received some golden fingers, or a natural aptitude that would allow him to live in the other world.
But in the end, the result was the delivery of a 'cultural relic'.
Can an artefact on Earth be worth something in a foreign world?
Or was one's crossing actually the type to go back to the ancient Western Middle Ages, and make a living as a relic peddler in the future?
"Ugh..."
Sighing with a complicated mood, Yang Siming then put aside his drifting reverie and began to consider the treatment of the stone slabs.
The preciousness of the stone slab was definitely very important, and one must carry it properly.
But the size and weight were not considered exaggerated though.
But to carry a stone slab like this around, in terms of attracting attention and hindering activities, this definitely belonged to the big problem.
Must be solved first ......
A sudden change occurred!
Only after the idea had shown its head, the stone slab in Yang Siming's hand seemed to feel his thoughts. Without any external influence, it instantly dissipated into the air.
Along with this change, a lightning-like mark flashed away from Yang Siming's wrist.
In his hands, there was no longer any trace of the stone slab!
Not even the slate's dirt residue.
......
After two breaths of hesitation, Yang Siming hesitantly whispered:
"Come out?"
The stone slab manifested, right in his hand.
"Disappear?"
The stone slab disappeared, and the markings on his wrist flickered and disappeared.
"......"
"That's quite convenient."
Quickly accepting this convenient fact, Yang Siming then prepared to get up from his chair ......
Wait a minute!
Why am I getting up?
Nope!
Why am I on the chair?
Yang Siming remembered very clearly.
Before he lost his sensory ability, he was standing at the door of the room, interacting 'affectionately' with Veranica!
Raising his head to take a look.
The candle on the desk was still burning.
Its length-
was exactly the same as when Yang Siming first awakened!
- Writer
