Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Therefore, this kind of delicate work kept the werewolf, a guy with a dull brain, busy for a long time at the beginning.

Fortunately, Warwick in his ancient god state already had this ability, and coupled with the reproductive power of the God of Sea Heirs, he gradually found the trick and became more and more familiar with this job.

In the end, he only needed to close his eyes and rely on his own strength to imagine pinching, and he could create tens of millions of people within a day.

The werewolves didn't know how many people there were in the entire Terra.

However, it didn't take him long to mold these people.

After all, memories are readily available, so for a god, this is not a problem.

But the next thing was really difficult for the werewolf, which was to cut out the appropriate memories and put them back into the little people he had created.

To do this, he could only differentiate into countless consciousnesses and start doing this task at the same time.

The memories of hundreds of millions of people have formed a long river of time.

In this long river, there are babies who have just emerged from their cradles and there are also old people who are already very old.

They have different experiences, different personalities, and different people they meet, so their memories are naturally different.

For this reason, the werewolves had to search one by one, looking for their memories of the day before the Haisi crisis broke out.

Then cut it and put it back together.

In this process, the werewolf saw the memories of too many people, beautiful, ugly, good, and evil.

I have seen helpless girls die in the gutters of the slums, and I have seen wealthy businessmen living a life of debauchery and extravagance.

At first, some of these emotions would affect him.

He would be affected by these emotions, and sometimes he even wanted to erase this person from the world. At worst, he could just create a new person and put him in his place.

But gradually, as he personally experienced more and more things and saw more and more different situations, the werewolf began to realize that these situations could not be thought of from one perspective.

The girl who died in the ditch was indeed pitiful, but the rich businessman also had thousands of workers under his command, and his own network of relationships was also complicated, so it was not possible to simply replace her with another person.

Because if you pinch one, you will inevitably change his family, and the family also has their own family, and this cycle will continue until the whole world changes.

The variability of the world is the driving force behind its progress. It is precisely because of the differences among human beings that there are such different and colorful things.

Werewolves do not want to create a mechanical world where everyone has only one thought.

Texas would never realize that having companions around her would make her happy, Ceope wouldn't be able to eat all kinds of delicious food, and her children wouldn't like living in such a world.

Therefore, he simply stopped thinking about these things and just immersed himself in this long river of memories.

One person, one hundred people, ten thousand people, one hundred million people...

The effect of these accumulated memories was too much for even him to handle.

After an unknown amount of time, his sense of the outside world gradually became blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, he forgot who he was.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have forgotten why he continued to do this.

However, every time he was lost, he would always feel a slight pain deep in his memory.

This kind of pain made him unable to forget the existence of his main consciousness. Whenever his main consciousness was about to dissipate, this kind of pain would be like a long whip, binding his consciousness again.

Support him to get this done.

He is an old slave owner.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he had finished cutting out the memory of the last person in the world.

He no longer knew how long this process lasted. He was just mechanically searching for time in his memory and no longer calculated useless things.

Therefore, he didn't want to know that time had no meaning to him anymore.

He just wanted to find out where the memory that caused constant pain in his mind came from.

And who am I?

So, after reshaping the world and restarting all the new humans he created, he fell into a deep sleep, constantly searching in his memories.

However, perhaps it was because he had swallowed up too many memories, they were entangling him like a quagmire.

If he was not immortal as an ancient god, he might have really turned into a statue by now.

One will only remain silent in the memory of the past, constantly searching for unknown statues.

Until today, when Texas arrived.

Wake him up from his immersed memories.

Countless memory fragments that played different roles in different memories merged together.

Became the only Warwick.

I also saw the only Texas in front of me.

Even though the Texas in this world was not the one he rescued from the wolf's kiss, he had not lived with him for several years.

However, the werewolf could still recognize her at first sight.

Because she was the first person he created and the last person he created.

She was one of the few people who was condensed by Warwick using his own flesh and blood without adding any sea elements.

In other words, Texas today is truly filled with werewolf blood from beginning to end.

The reason why she was agitated by Warwick's existence was because her body cheered and jumped when she saw her father.

In this world, the one thing Warwick knew best was Texas.

"Do I know you..."

Reach out and touch the forehead of the giant wolf under the cold sea.

There’s something inexplicably Texas-y about it.

She could say that she had never seen this statue sinking in the depths of the ocean.

But, for some reason, at this moment, she felt...

The relationship between me and him cannot be explained in one sentence.

There must be a past event that has been silent for who knows how long, buried deep in the years.

Suddenly, Texas' face felt hot.

At the bottom of this cold sea, tears have become the hottest emotion.

"Don't cry, kid."

It was a huge voice, but it came out in a gentle tone.

The giant wolf's size meant that the power of his mere words was enough to trigger a tsunami.

Texas is not a person who likes to cry. She didn't shed a single tear when her whole family died, but today her eyes seemed to have their own thoughts. She couldn't stop crying.

Can you bear it?

Can't help it.

But what made her even more sad was that she had no idea why she was crying.

She knows nothing.

Of course, the werewolf had no intention of letting her know.

In this world, she has her own friends and her own future. She is not the Texas in her memory.

The werewolf didn't want Texas to know of his existence, nor did he want her to know what he had done.

Because of this, it may affect the future of Texas.

He doesn't want this.

Because he is her father, and his efforts as a father should not be exchanged for any return from her.

Because that kind of equal exchange is no longer love.

"It's good to see you."

Memories flooded into my mind like a tide, and finally converged into an exclamation.

The Texas in front of him was still the same, clean and neat. Compared with the girl he rescued many years ago, she had a more grown-up and gradually fierce aura.

After all, she grew from a girl to an adult.

very nice.

I hope I can still see this day and see her appear in front of me alive.

only...

This is all I can see.

When the werewolf looked towards Texas, there was not only relief but also reluctance.

Since, she appeared in front of him.

This means that my plan has been successful.

The world is really back on track.

They also have their own lives.

So, it’s time for me to leave.

His existence has affected the order of this world.

So the best way is to return to your own world.

His friends and relatives are still in that world.

And his real children.

“I, I…”

Lying on the giant wolf's forehead, Texas seemed to have anticipated something and wanted to speak.

However, the unspeakable grief in her heart made it impossible for her to utter a complete sentence.

The pain of knowing clearly that you are about to lose something important is like a sharp knife stabbing into your heart and lingers for a long time.

True pain is often difficult to express in words.

"Good boy."

Feeling Texas' reluctance, the werewolf felt even more moved.

However, because of this, he became even more determined to leave.

The throne made of flesh and blood began to fall apart, and his body began to dissipate in the sea like foam.

The huge wolf body was reduced to only a few meters in size in the blink of an eye.

The long-awaited digitization made his body a little uncomfortable for a while.

"it's time."

Looking at the skin-changing interface, Warwick still felt a little reluctant to see the giant wolf covered in the night.

But the next moment, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Gently rub with your fingers.

Texas' eyes suddenly rolled back.

In my mind, all memories of Warwick were erased like graffiti.

The werewolf embraces the Texas of this world.

"Take her back."

Gently handing them over to the black-haired Skadi, Warwick stuffed the two dragon bubbles back into his lantern and took a deep breath.

In the flash of golden light, the ancient god disappeared from this world.

Then, a giant golden wolf appeared in the hill town of Victoria.

Then, he also stripped away all his memories related to this world in an instant!

In an instant, the werewolf's eyes, which had become wise due to the passage of time, returned to their clear stupidity.