Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The stars at the end of the starry sky are burning quietly, and the universe is completely silent.

The sound of collapse became louder and louder, and the entire dark world began to tremble, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.

The rift collapsed, and the Declined King stared there, watching all the stars in this universe dimming bit by bit. In the endless night, the light of the sun became the last light, which reminded him of the newborn memory of God. universe.

"Now, it's time to say goodbye."

"In fact, it would be better to say goodbye forever?"

The Outer God thought without any emotion. He had regrets, but not much. The True Creator did make him feel a little regretful, but he had seen too many regrettable things, but now things are calm. The most indispensable thing in the era of the end of civilization is warriors who can turn the tide.

He stared at the star for a while, finally closed his eyes and left this dream.

On the cliff deep in Chernobyl, Edward came to his senses. In his perception, the Chaos Sea is still as calm as before, without any change, but the stone has been thrown, the ripples have gathered into waves, and it is only a matter of time before the waves turn into a tsunami.

"If I really want to say it, compared to regrets and sadness, I think His choice is really exquisite."

"Weave your life into an experience for God. Although God still won't be partial, with luck, humans can also become the petri dish that God will protect a little when God comes to harass them. Is this protection for them? I don’t know the good things.”

Isn't this admirable? The original God sentenced him to death. Although he didn't know it, he still avoided the future being dismantled and obliterated in a clever way. If he insisted on going his own way, he should stop and say goodbye to him as soon as possible.

This is well done, perfect, very good.

Other than that, there are no extra thoughts.

Only... the feeling of being forced into the Sea of ​​Chaos is really unpleasant, and can even be said to be very bad.

But other humans will feel sad about it. Edward held his chin and thought, no matter what kind of realization those people made and what words they said to comfort others, the sadness could not be stopped, because the loss of life was a thought worthy of sadness.

As for what the King of Decay has in mind, the Lord of Decay is applauding in his mind right now.

Edward yawned and left the edge of the cliff. He moved to a more comfortable lounge chair and planned to stay here and watch for a while before leaving. There were still many details that needed to be repaired in that memory, which had to be reconciled with God's divine birth. Process, this process will not be too long or too short, at least until this memory is repaired flawlessly by itself. If the true Creator makes a decision today and goes to sea tomorrow, it can only prove that He failed again, and failed completely, and was directly broken up by God and then filed into categories.

Amon, who was hiding in Chernobyl, ran out of nowhere again. Through these few days of chatting, Edward became familiar with him.

He claimed that because of the Sea of ​​Chaos, he had lost contact with all the clones outside, could not synchronize information, and knew nothing about the outside world. In fact, he did not have the power of the Sea of ​​Chaos at all. He had never jumped into it, he just kept Just strolling here.

If he really jumped, with his strength as a clone saint, he would only be completely polluted by the Chaos Sea and spit out.

But he was still smart. After the True Creator entered the Sea of ​​Chaos, he carefully watched for a long time. Then in order to obtain more information, he used some residual information in Chernobyl to make a deal with Edward.

"Don't you know me?"

Edward teased: "You still know how to get along with me. You must maintain a certain degree of contact with the clones in the outside world."

"Yes."

Amon pinched his monocle with a sincere smile on his face: "Every once in a while, other clones wandering in the wilderness near Chernobyl will come over and share some knowledge with me, although it is limited. But no one can get close to here except yourself, right?"

Indeed, Chernobyl contains huge secrets, which not only reveal the truth about the so-called "travel", but also involve the Sea of ​​Chaos and God. It was sealed after the real Creator left. This is almost the second era.

Even when the Eastern Continent was at its most prosperous, this place was not well known, not to mention the great disaster that later buried everything. This old city and the old buildings were hidden in the depths of darkness and history. There are no visitors in the surrounding wilderness.

Amon here has been secretly paying attention to the movements of the True Creator and the Outer Gods. He did learn about the True Creator becoming a dual-path True God through the exchange of information between clones, but like the original body, he also believed that the True Creator was actually "salvation" "In the Rose", Saslier went crazy after receiving benefits... It is precisely because of this wrong understanding that the Amons wandering in the Eastern Continent have been working tirelessly for thousands of years to clean up the desperate converts in the land abandoned by the gods. People further destroy the true Creator’s already pitiful positive anchors.

Now, seeing that Edward was out of his wandering state, he boldly came up again.

"What have you experienced?"

In addition to the purpose of collecting intelligence, Amon is still really curious. Although he also knows why the omniscient and omnipotent true god of the five paths enters the sea of ​​chaos, he has never experienced it personally. There is always a layer between speculation and reality. Thick barrier.

"It's complicated to say, but in short, He will come back, and then you will know His attitude towards you."

Edward didn't want to explain it to him.

Ammons are under the jurisdiction of the original body, and not all of them have the same limited freedom and self as the one they selected. Even if they are told that the real creator is actually the human side of the ancient sun god, maybe some of them will believe it at first. , but as long as the ontology firmly disagrees, all Amon will feel that this is a lie.

"Then what did He go through?"

Amon did not give up the idea of ​​obtaining information and asked again.

"He went through some things that were definitely not interesting to Him."

Edward said: “His mentality has also undergone some changes as a result, from thinking that he can do it, to thinking that he can do nothing after being hit, to regrouping, re-planning and conceiving, and once again believing that he can do it. "

"What to do?" Amon turned into a hundred thousand whys, "Does he want to accommodate the Sea of ​​Chaos?"

"That's right."

Amon thought thoughtfully: "His condition is indeed very good, and there are only 19 years left in the end, so do you plan to accommodate the Sea of ​​Chaos now?"

Edward nodded: "That's about it."

"However, whether the state is good or not is actually not important to the Sefirot at all. But if you can accommodate the Sefirot, it is most likely not your fault, but the one who incarnates the Sefirot is willing to do so. For example, God is not too willing."

Amon raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought about the matter of Origin Castle. The strong men of the three mysterious paths have been searching for Origin Castle for several epochs but still found nothing. They all began to think about whether the "Lord of Secrets" did not intend to let anyone To become Him, man is only waiting for his own resurrection.

There are traces of the Sea of ​​Chaos, and other source materials are sealed in another continent, but if Source Castle is never found, the strong men of the mysterious three paths of doomsday will have no choice but to wait for death. So in the Fourth Era, several Dukes put aside their previous differences and joined forces to conduct experiments with Antigonus, trying to use the still strong cohesion force at that time and the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries to forcibly become a god, and try to attract Source Castle.

However, their experiment suffered a tragic failure. Antigonus was defeated by the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries and turned into a crazy "half-fool". Finally, he fell into eternal sleep under the control of the goddess of the night, and the Kingdom of Night also Hence destruction.

Therefore, Mr. Men and Amon also gave up on becoming gods in the Fourth Age, and the Zoroastrian family escaped.

"Do the incarnations of Sefirot also have preferences?" Amonqi said, "I thought they only had instinct and logic."

"Of course. If I throw you into the Sea of ​​Chaos now, you will know whether He likes you or not."

Amon shut up immediately and took two steps back. But after a few minutes, he couldn't help his curiosity and asked: "Then the fact that the True Creator has not been thrown out for so long does it mean that the accommodation of Him and the Sefirah is smoother?"

"If you ask me, the compatibility between the true Creator and God is not that good."

Edward rarely patiently answered Amon's boring questions one after another: "He himself also knows that in addition to his identity and strength being more in line with God, his overly preference for a certain race's character is what God cannot tolerate the most. Right. As far as God is concerned, it doesn’t matter if it’s a human, a dragon or an elf. Phoenixes and feathered serpents are both fine. God can bring all races under his command and create a complete collection of illustrations. Why would he give up other illustrations for a human being? Other races It’s not like we don’t have our own culture.”

Amon thought for a moment and nodded.

Although most of the clones are useless, if the main body is asked to abandon all the clones, the main body must not be willing.

"I'll wait and see for a while, and I'll leave after a while."

The devil said: "If He restores you to your characteristics as soon as He comes up, then I will know who He is."

Amon retreated to the entrance of the passage at the speed of light. Although he knew it was useless and he was not afraid of death, he still tried his best to act like a thrill-seeking but timid Amon.

Seeing that Amon was scared away, Edward didn't say anything more. He took out the notebook from his arms, flipped forward a few pages, and turned to a page of music notes that he scribbled on.

"He is indeed worthy of a narrative poem from me now."

The eulogist who symbolizes death thought this way: "I wrote a little bit before, but I didn't finish it. Anyway, no one except me can prove that He once existed, so let's give Him what a dead life should have."

TBC

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Double update (one chapter divided into two chapters).