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

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I am very interested in this new emperor.

In addition to the interesting stories shared by the avatar on earth in real time, He himself also has qualities that make me admire him with admiration. For example, He looks crazy, but is actually very calm; He looks bold and arrogant, but is actually thoughtful, and not so bold that he is willing to risk everything for his own survival; He seems sober, but in fact He has never stopped deceiving himself and escaping. responsibility.

All in all, this is a very interesting soul, so interesting that I cheered up just by reading the doppelgänger's records.

In order to entertain Him, I extracted the concepts of "table", "chair", "vessel", and "water boiled with plant leaves" from the records, and the surrounding plants were acted by my limbs and the sea of ​​flowers. I opened a small courtyard in this desolate and silent void, hoping that He could relax in this familiar environment and talk to me seriously.

He sat across from me and quickly regained consciousness. His torn body was covered with wounds caused by the pollution of the red moon. He looked at me. The similar eyes I read in the records represent "suspiciousness", "wariness" and "hostility". There is always a big difference between seeing it from the perspective of the clone and seeing it in person. I began to look forward to what happened next. Had a conversation.

——His eyes were a little wandering. Probably because you don't know which of my eyes to look at. So I closed the others temporarily.

"Why are you helping me?" He said. "What do you want to do?"

Ah, help? Taking Him out of the hands of the fallen Mother Goddess counts as help? He hasn’t realized that he was polluted as early as the earth, and now the pollution in him is resonating with me? My pollution and spirituality quietly allowed Him to regain some sense. He was looking at me with an even more elusive look. I felt that He was probably mocking me in his heart.

It took me a tenth of a second to flip through the records in my thinking organ again, searching for keywords such as "Roselle's mother tongue", "Chinese definition and pinyin", "knowledge stolen from Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", etc. The subtle feeling of reading cheat sheets under the eyes of the invigilator made me feel a little guilty. I said with my simulated vocal cords:

"Because I really want to talk to you, Russell."

This sentence was spoken in fluent Chinese. Russell's eyes suddenly widened, and the madness faded from the surface of the blue organ. He squinted, looked at me with a scrutinizing gaze for a long time, and spoke slowly: "Outside." God is good at deceiving and bewitching, I have already experienced it deeply, how can I trust you?"

Being bewitched and deceived means you have value. Although the vigilance level was only lowered from 100 to 90, seeing that He finally showed a desire to communicate, I felt that the atmosphere I specially prepared and the appearance I had just created in order to be recognized by humans came in handy.

"You don't need to believe me." I replied happily, in Chinese, "I just want to ask you - Mr. Huang, thought he was in another world, so he simply regarded the whole world as a strategic game and abandoned the humans of the old era. How do you feel about launching wars and invasions with proper morals, only to find out that this place is the Earth?"

He was angry. Completely consistent with the clone's impression of Him.

I remember that humans, or the true God of the earth, would not overturn the tables and chairs and throw away the food when they first came to visit someone else's territory, so He should not tear out a dozen of my eyes at once. He digested my spirituality and became quiet. The few tentacles I used to construct tables and chairs were mercilessly stepped on by Him, giving me an uncomfortable feeling as if my hair was being pressed down.

"Roselle, how does it feel when one general succeeds and all bones are withered? You are already a mythical creature, so does trampling on your former kind make you feel happy or guilty? Or do you actually feel nothing at all, because they treat you so badly? That it's just something like bugs and dust, with no value other than as an anchor? When you put the blame on me, did you ever think about your innocent, lovely daughter's reaction when she knew the truth?"

The torrent of pure knowledge and information rushed over like a tsunami, and the red cracks became the eye-catching corals among them.

I asked serious questions but did not get a rational answer, so I grabbed His shoulders with my branches and leaves, embedded the roots and branches into His body, and pressed Him back into the seat. Only the knowledge of Sequence 1 flowed in the spiritual world of the starry sky. It is just a toy-like thing, which can be easily contaminated by gossip and gaze. If He really fights with me, then when He goes back, he may bring all the kind souvenirs given to the earth by the outer gods. This little struggle, which lasted only a few seconds, cost me a few flowers in my garden, which was okay, I could replace them with my bare hands.

"You don't have to go out of your way to insult me! Outer God!" He raised his voice, "I will never help you! Kill me!"

Although He looked like he would rather die than surrender, He still did not answer my question. The flames of anger burned in his heart, and his will to survive and his sudden fierce desire to protect his home made him more sensitive than ever. You did it, you did it, why don't you want to admit it? I'm a little sorry, but this is also in line with the clone's definition of Him.

"I originally wanted you to die, but now I think you are very interesting. Your ritual has been completed, and delaying it any longer will arouse suspicion. It's time for me to send you back. Of course, you will forget everything that happened in the stars."

To be fair, I don't have any of those things. Personal feelings are not required to fulfill my duties, human nature can bias me, and non-adjacent authority can destroy my purity. The planet where I was born has already fallen into permanent decline because I ascended to the throne of God. Although I carried it with me, it was quickly forgotten by me. Was it in my hands, or was it destroyed after I lost interest in it? I can't remember it, and it doesn't matter.

I continued my discussion with Him.

I tried to make him understand that, in fact, whether it is decay or withering, it is an inevitable part of material experience, which is referred to as the return of leaves to their roots. Without death there can be no new life. It's just that most lives resist death, and I am the embodiment of this fateful cycle and the guide of the development rules of all things, guiding things to their inevitable decline and death according to the rules.

"So, if the earth is destroyed, I will take the biggest piece of it with me, and hope there won't be too many people on it."

Russell, my friend. What a perfect pastime to guide disaster, induce war, and then watch the tragedy that you and I have created! The sadness, pain, overflowing despair and fear of the future may be part of the nature of a educator. I will appreciate the courage of human beings regardless of their own safety, and the way they strive to move forward for even the most distant hope. Of course, human beings are creatures with coexisting virtues and ugliness. Although they are imperfect and have many flaws, they cannot be denied blindly.

...Do you understand what I mean? I mean, you are a race full of possibilities, and I particularly look forward to seeing your entire race fall into despair.

Russell became angry again, and he struggled violently on the chair several times. Why? Is it because I didn’t talk to Him in a human manner? But I am good at cursing, and I am also good at dealing with people with bad tempers. Like a doctor in a hospital who sedates a patient, I stuff the cold spirit in, so that he becomes quiet against his will.

"...You know my rituals, and you can speak Chinese." He stared at me closely, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"We are old friends, Russell." I answered him, "I am your subordinate, and you blame me for most of what you did. In addition, you are also very defensive about me. , don’t let me become Sequence One, don’t let me have the opportunity to further complete the ritual, don’t help me perform, are you on guard against the appearance of another “King” under your command? "

"What you did was very successful, but it's such a pity." I said, "When I ascended the throne, your ancestors were still picking fruits from the trees."

From the moment I said the first sentence, His expression became wonderful, which can almost be described as "a mountain falling apart."

"Edward?" Russell's face changed suddenly, but he controlled himself, "But you can't know the existence of the old era and civilization out of thin air. There was indeed such a remnant of the old days, and then you invaded him?"

It sounds very much like a product of some ancient civilization, something called a "horror movie", in which monsters lurking in the dark swallow up lone companions, and then return to the team wearing their companions' skins to wait for opportunities. I feel happy: "He is a part of me, but I am not Him."

"Are you going to accuse me? I think you should thank me. After all, that short life was extended because of me."

How to create greater disasters efficiently, how to make more intellectual bodies die in the long run, and how to deprive the planet of vitality, are the research topics that I am most interested in and the only research topic. To this end, I will continue to make various novel attempts. For example, be an observer, be the spirit of those lives, sending your own spirits to guide them.

However, even though I have watched the demise of magnificent civilizations countless times, the collapse of magnificent empires, floods razing everything to the ground, and ice, snow or lava covering all traces of existence, I am still, I will never get tired of it, and I will always be happy about it. Because this is the truth I have given you. ——Do you think I will kill lives out of hobbies, kill lives as small as ants, kill ordinary lives longing for the future and tomorrow...? No, that doesn't make sense. I'm not doing it for fun. The decline of all things is inevitable. Life is just a short-lived dream and illusion between life and death.

"You are very interesting, Russell, I really like you." Time is limited, and I don't plan to wait for Him to say anything. Anyway, He will forget all this soon, and I just need to wait, "I will continue to help You, you have the ability to bring disaster to this land, and I look forward to that day. However, when the entire continent declines under the flames of your war, in comparison, you and your country, who are full of vitality, should have What an eyesore.”

"So, when the time comes, I'll happily kill you."

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Russell's interstellar travel was very successful. He followed the safe route drawn up by himself and his subordinates, successfully broke through the atmosphere, and returned smoothly, gaining some of the knowledge he wanted. When he woke up, he clearly realized that the remnants in his spirit that were leading out of control were becoming more active, and it would take some time to eliminate their influence.

…And, He also received unexpected news.

This is the hometown I have been searching for for decades, and this is the earth. Undersea ruins, chronology, time and the rotation speed of the planet, all doubts are connected at this moment. He has never left here, but just woke up in another era - a distant, extraordinary era thousands of years later.

The three loyal knights were checking whether there were any residual bad effects on Him, and they were all happy for His Majesty's return.

In the lively atmosphere, he actually noticed a biting chill, as if a devil was standing behind him laughing. Russell suddenly turned around and saw his own overlapping and broken face on several pieces of spliced ​​stained glass.

TBC

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"I am the lord of decay, the king of decay."

"It is also the final journey of all living things."

*I originally wanted to put this chapter in an extra chapter, but if I think about it carefully, the main text will work.