I Am God!

Under the monument of history.

Everything is frozen and time begins to go back to the moment of recording.

Nite looked into the distance, and his body began to turn into foam, gradually blending into the wind and snow.

He will also follow everyone and return to the day of starting over.

When parting, the ice fairy told Nite: "I've taken away your memories!"

Nite simply asked, "What do you need it for."

Ice Fairy: "Your prayers and memories are anchors, anchoring the time and space fault. You started the reset of time, and it ends with you."

Nite: "Is it because I made a wish?"

Ice Fairy: "If you compare this space-time gap to a story, you can also think of yourself as the protagonist in this story, and this story needs the protagonist's thread to connect it together."

"In this way it will turn into a long scroll and a piece of music."

"It's just that most people have forgotten everything that ever happened here."

"This is a story of nothingness, a story hidden beyond the years."

Nite: "A story that never happened, and a character that no one knows about?"

Nite knew the answer and finally said quietly to Feng Xue.

"It's also a meaningless life."

The nits turned into foam and floated into the distance.

Follow the bubbles of all things coming together and start again in the miraculous world of light.

And the memories of countless people gathered together and turned into a vast river of time surrounding the ice and snow fairy.

A shining letter swallows up the river of time and anchors it.

At this time, the golden light and endless snow foam finally became visible, and the whole world slowly became stable again.

And this moment.

The Ice Fairy has completed the advancement.

For her, this gap in time and space that disappeared over the years was her domain.

The ice fairy stretched out her hand and caught the letter.

She looked at the words on the letter, each one shining with golden light.

"Why are you working so hard to deliver the letter?"

The Ice Fairy carefully put away the letter, looking away from her feet and extending to the peaceful world in the distance.

at last.

The ice fairy put away the historical monument and rode the ice crystal flower to the distance with the wind.

Just like when she came.

In the heavy snow.

In the white world, a tiny figure walked along the railway track from the end of the sky, gradually walking towards the city in the distance.

He was walking beside the railroad tracks in a daze, as if he didn't know why he came or why he was going far away.

Suddenly, he stopped.

After a while, a face suddenly appeared in his hood. The face was beautiful, but it had a pair of scary pupils.

Those are a pair of eyes that can destroy others as well as yourself.

"What's wrong, Nite?"

"Why don't you leave?"

Mijina looked into the distance along the railway and asked her son.

"We are almost there, almost ready to attack the kingdom of heaven that will destroy everything for you."

"Don't you want to hurry up and drag those hateful guys to hell?"

"Don't you want them to wander in the cold and desolate wilderness forever?"

Nite, however, remained motionless and said something that did not answer the question.

"Mother!"

"I seem to have had a long, long nightmare, a very scary dream."

Mikina: "Dream, what dream?"

Nite opened his mouth wide and looked into the distance: "I don't know, I forgot."

He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember anything, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"All I remember is, it was so scary."

"It's really scary~"

He obviously no longer had a real body of flesh and blood, and he could no longer feel the cold, but at this moment Nite hugged himself tightly, like a child shivering from the cold.

He said: "It was so scary that even my brain was frozen, so I dare not remember it."

A true nightmare, the deepest and most terrifying dream, is one in which you don't remember anything when you wake up.

But even if a lot of things are forgotten, the pain and despair in the nightmare will still echo in the mind and be engraved deep in the subconscious.

Nite couldn't see any light in his eyes, let alone hope.

Mikina told Nite: "It was just a dream. It doesn't matter when you wake up from the dream."

Nite shook his head slowly, with tiredness in his voice.

"No, no."

"I didn't wake up, I was still in the nightmare."

He looked into the distance, toward the city at the end of the railroad.

"Because my life is a nightmare!"

He seemed to feel something and pointed into the distance.

"As I move forward, this nightmare will continue."

"I can't leave, and I can't go any further."

Mikina was extremely shocked: "What crazy things are you talking about?"

However, Nite's words didn't stop at all because of her: "As long as I stop, this nightmare should be over."

Migina suddenly understood something: "Are you going to give up?"

Mijina's voice immediately became sharp, and she questioned Nite loudly.

"Do you want to give up revenge?"

"Nite, how dare you say such a thing."

"Have you forgotten the hatred of your family being destroyed? Have you forgotten the hatred of your mother?"

"Have you forgotten the hatred of all the dead people?"

"We want to destroy the Kingdom of Light and kill the Lord of Purgatory. This is what we must do."

Nite looked at Mikina, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and he spoke with a tired smile.

"No, that's just mom's hatred, your hatred, it has nothing to do with me."

Mijina was stunned, as if she didn't recognize the Nite in front of her.

She didn't understand why her son, who had been so obedient just now, suddenly became "rebellious" at this moment.

Nite still maintained that tired smile, staring at his mother's jealous eyes with his lazy eyes.

Under the hood, two pairs of eyes were close together.

A bright red is like the fire burning the world, and a pitch black is like the dark night swallowing up the sky.

This time Nite didn't give in at all, it was like the collision of laziness and jealousy, the impact of darkness and fire.

He said.

"Why?"

"Why should I suffer because of your hatred and the responsibility you have given me?"

"Why do I have to live for you and work hard for your wishes?"

"Can't I just live a good life for myself, just for myself, and live easily without any responsibility?"

"If this life is a nightmare."

"I just want to lie down and not think about anything. I just want not to push this nightmare forward."

Nite's body trembled, his throat vibrating with strong desire.

"I……"

"Will it not hurt anymore?"

Nite fell into fantasy, as if he had imagined a beautiful dream that would allow him to live easily, a place where there would be no more pain.

Unconsciously, layers of shadows appeared at his feet and became a part of him.

The shadow of sloth in the abyss was summoned again and automatically attached itself to him.

But Mijina was furious, and she scolded Nite loudly.

"You're so selfish!"

"How can you do this and only care about yourself?"

"How can you be so selfish?"

In the darkness, she stretched out her hands, grabbed Nite's head tightly, and roared loudly in his ears.

"Nite, look at me."

"I told you to look at me, look into my eyes."

"You are not allowed to sleep or escape."

However, Nite remained unmoved.

Mijina was completely anxious, she had already reached this point, how could she give up, how could Nite give up.

She cursed loudly and no longer had the image of a mother.

"Nite!"

"You are worse than a beast!"

"Every beast knows how to repay kindness, how to avenge one's blood relatives, how to work hard and make progress!"

"You're a loser. Since you were a child, you've only known how to be lazy and avoid the tasks you must complete."

"You are a useless piece of trash!"

Nite listened quietly to his mother's roars and curses. He did not deny it at all, but admitted it.

"yes!"

"I'm a loser, I'm useless."

Nite raised his head and looked at his mother expectantly.

"But if it's mom."

"You should be considerate of me, right? My mother who loves me will never let me suffer like this, right?"

Mijina seemed to laugh in anger, and then cursed wildly.

"I don't have a son like you. My son is as powerful as a god. He is a strong man who is not afraid of any difficulties and will face them and will not be defeated by anyone."

"He was born with my wishes and hatred on his back, and he is destined to become the person I expected."

"How could I give birth to..."

However, Nite looked at his furious mother.

But another picture seemed to appear in his eyes.

In the light and shadow of fantasy.

He saw his mother become a completely different person, a gentle, kind woman who loved him deeply.

She showed a gentle smile to Nite, and looked at her painful self lovingly with water-like eyes, as if she could deeply feel Nite's despair.

His mother opened her arms towards him and gently took him into her arms.

"Nite."

"It doesn't matter."

"If you're tired, just take a rest!"

"Don't think about those things, don't think about those painful past events, just sleep peacefully!"

Looking carefully, the mother is faintly overlapped with another image, the one who treats the world gently and treats him gently.

Nite lay in his mother's arms, showing a happy smile.

"I knew you loved me the most, mom. You must be able to feel my pain."

"I knew it……"

"You must care about me."

For a moment.

The terrifying demonic shadow behind Nite surged out, swallowing up Mikina with the light of original sin.

Megina and Nite merged into one, the jealous light and the lazy shadow merged into one, and Nite's shadow was seen to take the shape of her mother, with a pair of red eyes in the center of the shadow's head.

Under the earth, the door to the abyss opened instantly.

The blackness under Nite's feet continued to spread towards the surroundings.

The moment of impending fall.

Nite raised his head and looked up at the sky.

Under the sea of ​​clouds, he happened to see a winged man flying across the sky in a hurry.

The other person was carrying a mail bag, wearing a scarf and a hat with sun patches.

She muttered while flying high in the sky above the railroad tracks.

"Hurry up, you're going to be late."

"Don't slack off, everyone is waiting for the courier to arrive with the package!"

Nite looked at the shadow, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his tired face.

He didn't understand why he shed tears at the sight of an ordinary winged man, and was even so moved that he couldn't restrain himself.

Then, his feet were empty.

Falling towards the boundless darkness.

——

the other side.

Naproses' consciousness fell from the sky and fell directly into hell.

But at this time, his authority had been taken away.

He failed again and became a prisoner in hell just like the ghosts he had locked in hell.

Naproses stared blankly at the closed door of hell in the sky, at a loss.

But gradually his eyes showed fear and despair.

He once again recalled the endless darkness he spent in that vat world.

"Boom!"

However, at this time, the door to hell was pushed open again.

Naproses looked over in ecstasy, only to find that it was a familiar figure who opened the door.

Ghost Borrick.

No, at this time it can already be called Borik, the Lord of Death.

Or rather - Porik, the King of Hell.

Naproses roared in horror: "What are you doing here?"

He stared at the other person's clothes and said angrily.

"What are you doing wearing my clothes and holding my scythe?"

The further he spoke, the sharper his voice became, even breaking.

"What are you doing in my country?"

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't want to understand.

Polik walked down step by step. He was wearing the black robe of the God of Death, waving a sickle, and sat on the throne that ruled the Kingdom of God.

He looked down at the unbelievable Naproses below. At this moment, Naproses seemed to have turned into that villain again.

Polik didn't say anything arrogantly to embarrass Naproses, he just said it softly.

"you're free."

In an instant, Naproses lost everything.

He lost his authority, lost the kingdom of God, and lost everything.

But there was something else that stuck with him.

It was the cowardice of mortals that he had abandoned, all his "shortcomings".

In the abyss.

Naproses lost another body, and could even be said to be dead, but for some reason he appeared in a somewhat familiar body.

He raised his head and realized that he was inside a bottle.

Looking outside the bottle again, he saw a guy that he hated extremely.

"Nite!"

"You loser, it's all your fault, it's all because of you..."

Naproses burst out with a furious roar. He wanted to rush outside, but he couldn't get out of Nite's body.

Now they are one again.

However, it is Nite who dominates this body now, not Naproses.

The original sin layer of sloth in the abyss.

Countless terrifying monsters revealed their initial forms in the darkness. They were born due to the corruption of Nite.

They have a form similar to ghosts, but they also have the power of original sin and darkness, as well as the filthy and corrupt atmosphere of the abyss.

There seems to be a deep sleepiness in their laziness, as if they can steal people's wakefulness and initiative.

Sandman.

Nite walked towards the heights, and densely packed Sandman was born from under his feet.

Like countless shadows of him swarming throughout the abyss.

A large number of Sandman built a dark palace of indolence and formed a cocoon-like throne.

Nite stepped on the ground of the abyss and walked step by step towards his throne.

On the way.

The test of the abyss comes.

The terrifying Roshan Star appeared high up, and the will of the abyss penetrated deep into Nite's consciousness.

But in just a moment, it was over.

Because Nite was too lazy to accept the test.

He doesn't need to be induced by the will of the abyss, he doesn't need to be eroded by original sin, and he doesn't need to declare any kind of corruption.

It seems that he is guilty of laziness.

The power of laziness surrendered firmly at his feet, and the shadow of laziness was completely controlled by it.

The terrifying Sandman greeted their king respectfully like a devout believer and slave, not even daring to make a sound, as if afraid of disturbing the lazy master.

At this moment, even the will of the abyss seemed to be stunned, and it did not leave for a long time after the test was over.

It seems that there has never been a king of the abyss who ascended the throne like Nite.

finally.

Nite entered his palace and stood in front of his throne.

At this time, the shadow under his feet rushed out, condensed into the outline of Mikina, revealed his jealous evil eyes and let out an unwilling roar.

"Nite!"

"Get up, how can you sleep? How can you sleep!"

"What about your hatred and your desire? Don't you want to become stronger?"

"Go, kill your enemies, destroy the Yiren's country, and destroy that damn world."

Mikina repeated her old trick, and shadows emerged from behind Nite one after another, shouting at Nite.

"Nite..."

"Nite..."

Nite remained motionless, but the Sandman sensed something.

They immediately destroyed those ghosts, turning them into dreams of life and drifting away to the distant sea of ​​stars.

And this is outside the body, within Nite's body.

Naproses was also roaring at Nite, making a reluctant sound.

"You loser, go control your own destiny!"

"Go and break this cage, occupy the abyss, and defeat the evil god of original sin!"

"If you don't want to do anything, just give me your body and give everything to me..."

Naproses roared like crazy, trying to take Nite's body.

However, it was impossible to break through that barrier.

Under the roars and curses of Mygina and Naproses.

Nite took a step forward and then turned around.

Lie down.

In a dark world.

He leaned deeply on the back of the throne and made the most comfortable posture.

There has never been a moment in his life that he was as relaxed as he is now.

Now.

He doesn't have to shoulder any missions, he doesn't have to obey anyone's will, and he doesn't have to run around for any responsibilities.

He allowed his mother Mygina and Naproses to scream in his ears, and let them try to break free.

He didn't move either.

He tilted his head and sat lazily on his throne.

The corners of his mouth opened slightly in a tired smile.