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

Reading instructions!

Third person narrative, mixed with first divine voice.

An original character appears, identified as the alien god "Lord of Decay".

He is a fake fellow countryman, a real alien god. Remember, he is an alien god. Do not regard Him as a remnant of the past, nor as a human being.

He and Russell had a dirty deal between mythical creatures.

Russell's image will be biased towards the emperor and consul, rather than Huang Tao.

There will be major changes to some plots of the original work, but in order to avoid spoilers, no examples will be given here. If you can't accept it, you can quit. Please don't argue.

The plot is flowing, sandy, non-refreshing, and HE. (perhaps?)

If you can accept it, then——

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I admit that my skills in playing a human are not exquisite, but I successfully sneaked into the initial barrier, while they could only watch from the outside.

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Before falling to the ground, I was drifting in the sea of ​​stars that was supposed to be endless. Just like every old ruler, they compete for the source of essence and adapt to the characteristics of aggregation. After meeting on a narrow road, they try their best to tear each other to pieces and embezzle each other, or they fight evenly and then retreat with scars, while at the same time, they are wary of other similar coveted things. Eyes. This is just the way normal alien gods exist. Those who cannot adapt have long been reduced to the food of other gods and the remains wandering between planets. War and killing are the never-ending drama in outer space, and they are also the only fun of the Old Ones.

The universe is chaotic and eternal, and all alien gods with undue emotions will be eliminated in the shortest possible time. Even the creatures that most believe in the law of the jungle will feel fear in front of this dark world. Until one day, until that day, I relied on my aggregated nature to come to a blue planet with all my kindred spirits. An earth-shattering destruction occurred somewhere in the universe, and the aftermath tore apart and took away my essence.

When I rushed to the scene of the incident, I found two chaotic pillars fighting each other behind the barrier. One of the parties involved in the melee with us was called Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. At that time, bugs and fools were flying together, pollution was all talking, and the light of the supernova explosion illuminated the sun that had been extinguished for a long time in this galaxy for a moment.

Then, I lost and had half of my essence torn away. After a moment of light, the abominable Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun died. He died just as quickly as he came, but he died inside the barrier, and fell to the western continent with the pathways and source matter torn from our bodies.

...The sea of ​​flowers (origin) that I carefully protected cracked.

Thanks to my authority's sensitive response to "fall", I retreated at the right time, thereby protecting the remaining half of my source material, and also preserving my precarious old personality and life. Then the similar people who went crazy due to the heavy losses gathered behind the barrier, cursing and cursing day and night, expressing their hatred to their heart's content, more interesting than killing each other, as if they had found a new way of entertainment.

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Apart from the shattered limbs and the uniqueness of being almost beaten to vomit, I didn’t gain anything at all. In His divine kingdom and source material, one of my countless severed hands successfully grabbed something back. It was the arcane language and knowledge of a civilization that no longer existed, and a radiant cocoon containing the soul of a carbon-based creature. I ate them and threw these tiny things like dust into the corner of my mind that I might not see once in ten thousand years.

Then I joined the ranks of watching the creatures in the barrier, watching them develop on their own, recuperate, and kill each other without ever giving birth to a true civilization. After a long time, the sun rose. Ignorance and cruelty melted like ice and snow under the light. The original laws and etiquette reappeared on this land from the past. Looking at this sun that is both false and real and that no one of the outside gods present can beat, I fell into a brief and profound thought.

Retaking the sefirah requires entering the earth.

The barrier cannot be broken.

And entering the earth will inevitably be discovered.

If you are discovered, you will have to face this sun.

I will die. (convinced)

This won't work, I thought. Time is meaningless to the universe and the creatures wandering in it, so a long time passed.

Look, look. The gods laughed and cheered, celebrating the end of that God. I don't understand what this is for them who are blocked outside the barrier to celebrate. But yes, the sun fell and fell into the dust. This is my favorite scene. I also saw the wind and waves become more powerful, the blazing pale light source rose to the sky, and the towering white tower rose into the sky. . The sun was lost and occupied by new gods, and nothing changed.

The sun did fall, but the pillars did not die so easily.

Just like the change of dynasties, the sun sets and the moon rises. Returning to the sky after falling is an honor unique to the sun. It is undeniable that at this moment, I did have the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation, but the three new gods spawned by that banquet were not just decorations. Caution prevailed, so I did not act.

Finally, I came up with an idea. I rummaged through the ocean of thoughts and pieced together the information contained in my soul that had been completely digested. Then I built it into a prop that only belonged to me, imbued it with memory, and left it behind. Give it my will and my mark, but not my soul. After numerous failures, I managed to squeeze it in while the barrier was weakening. Then I watched with a hint of joking as this device moved along the route I had set. As a human being, I was born, grew up, and relied on instinct to survive in that era. Then one day, I encountered what I had designed. My adjacent path - "Devil".

When the time came, I felt the key node keenly. I activated the imprint in the device as quickly as possible, letting my body enter a faint sleep, letting my will wake up in this too fragile and small body, sealing the single-channel sequence 0 power I brought down, and then operated He ate the demon with this human body.

The device... no, I should call it "me" now.

I put on the skin of the human being I ate, took on his name, took over his identity and face. Fill your mind with the madness of the past, fill your body with demonic power. I thus became the "whisperer" of Abyss Pathway Sequence 3. ——And I am very lucky. Until now, none of the existing gods on this planet have discovered me.

This is a good time, this is the end of an era. The four emperors fell one after another, and the breath of death blew over the earth. While the gods are busy killing each other, no one will notice that I have quietly arrived. Thinking about those demons who still dare to appear openly on the earth, satisfaction and ironic joy filled my emotional senses, and I was extremely hungry.

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While I was devouring demons, I established a sect. The name was simply "Devil's Sect". Believers are not important, and anchors are even less important. I established it just because I wanted to establish the recognition in the minds of the gods that "I am a person of the devil's path" in the shortest possible time. Although no gods noticed me, But what if you suddenly discover it one day? So I allowed my sect to create one tragedy after another without any scruples in my name. After all, even gods and angels are wreaking havoc on the earth at this time. Compared with them, I am nothing.

After decades of madness and bloodshed, the barrier became increasingly fragile visibly, so the gods went to the star realm and purged the wanton cults and evil gods before leaving.

Not surprisingly, I was treated like an evil god. The sect and believers were wiped out, and I also suffered a huge blow. But it’s not worth paying attention to. I had already beaten Farbuti before he escaped back to the abyss, and took away his Sequence One and Sequence Two characteristics. Unfortunately, I could not leave his uniqueness. In the chaos of the last few years, I successfully completed the ritual, took in the characteristics, and was steadily promoted to the Sequence 2 "Blood Archduke" of the Demon Path. Then, civilization was rebuilt, laws were perfected, and the world took on a new look, as if madness and chaos had never existed. At this time, I also followed the footsteps of mankind and came to a new era.

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So, according to my understanding of human habits, you should take the initiative to leave your business card or introduce yourself when you meet for the first time.

I am the Great Old One, the spirit that travels across the sea of ​​stars.

I love all the dying and lingering lives. Life and death are illusions. Life is meaningless. It is just a journey from life to death. Only things created during the process of living have value. I hate death as much as I hate rebirth. I only like to watch the process of creatures trying their best but inevitably falling towards death and despair.

I came to Earth precisely to practice all of this. This war-torn and broken land was in decline. I easily absorbed the necessary knowledge through authority. Path, original, old, pillar, I follow the instinct of gathering, I love decline but hate complete destruction. Therefore, I will eat them, eat them, devour my adjacent pathways, seize the sefirah, and then gain enough authority to plunge this universe into eternal and endless decline until time becomes blurred, Until space also becomes fragmented, and everything struggles to survive, surviving in a world without hope or despair, it will never reach the singularity of complete destruction and restart.

I am the lord of fading, the king of decay, the final journey of all life, where not even death can touch me.

I am an angel of the abyss, "a remnant from an old age that no longer exists" - I am "Edward Vaughan."

TBC

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A long time later, when I looked at this prosperous earth, I still felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

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