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

# The remnants of a mysterious history in the fog

I walked forward, preparing to take one more star journey before going to sleep.

The last rockworm that lived with me froze to death, and the whole family stayed with me for one hundred and twenty cycles, two springs and two cold winters. I dug a hole in the ice and buried it, so that it would be as immortal as the ancient creatures in the iceberg. The stars are getting dimmer, spring is coming to an end, and the long winter is approaching. The snow gradually became heavier, and the dark clouds gathered in the sky, blocking the last light of the sunny day. The snow has darkened again, and blizzards cover the distant mountain tops, but the cold wind will not stop howling. ——In this wilderness that has been frozen for countless thousands of years, it seems as if time has been frozen. The God of Order is stingy in looking at the desolate land, which is an excellent place for desperadoes to escape.

God said that the land under her protection is the last place of peace, which is true, because the remaining 80% of the earth and ocean have turned into ice and snow. She said that civilization and life can only continue in her arms, but I don’t think that such a world that repeats meaningless killings and plunders has any meaning in continuing. If I had followed her rules, I would have been disposed of when the last winter came and made into a nutrient and seedbed for the birth of new life. This is true for every race, and every life must obey her arrangements.

Life born in spring will be processed in the next spring, and the same will be done in winter. Death allows new life to be born, and also allows living life to obtain sufficient resources. If the amount is still too much, then let God decide. Life has no meaning, and there is no point in living.

Although I ran away because I rebelled against her rules, the meaning of my life seems to be nothing more than a precarious escape.

The distant peaks are covered with heavy snow. Only by digging through several meters of snow can we see the frozen soil and bare fruit trees that cannot take root at all. My torso couldn't withstand the wind and snow, and there weren't enough resources in the wilderness to keep my various body parts functioning properly. So I broke off the arms, reduced the roots, discarded the eyes, leaving only the necessary parts to sustain life. The place where I stand is an entire frozen ocean, which contains vivid aquatic animals and plants, which can be used as a source of food. However, I need to dig down at least ten meters. It is estimated that I will die on the spot if I dig down. I need to find the remains of huge ancient creatures in the glacier before winter comes, and use them to help me survive the cold nights and sleep, just like last time.

The word "ocean" did not originally exist in my knowledge base, but when I came here, it automatically appeared in my mind.

Being read by me should be related to my ability. After "ocean", there are more words that gradually appeared as I traveled, such as "ocean current", "monsoon", "grazing", "symbiosis"... They are not my conjectures, but reality. language. As a result, I became more and more curious about this snowfield. It may have an incredible history buried in it.

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Originally I was going to put it in sections in the main text, but considering the continuity and convenience for everyone to read, I decided to put it out separately as a serialized extra.

*The personal background of the Declined King is supplemented.