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

*A great turning point in the fog of history (not

In the planet that has stopped rotating, in the star core that has been extinguished for thousands of years, the God of Order is sleeping and dreaming of the sweet dreams of the past.

The white god curled up, her face covered by her long hair, surrounded by dead flowers and grass, and the tattered shade of the trees turned the starlight into specks of light falling on her white fur. She occasionally hears the language of her native land in her dreams, and sees her father and mother, whose faces she has forgotten, as well as her brothers and sisters. The younger brother seems to have inherited one of his mother's light blue eyes, while the younger sister scratched her left ear due to her naughtiness as a child, leaving a small gap. As for my father and mother, those are more distant memories that have been buried in dust.

Ahhh, but she still remembers. Remember the fragrance of the soil, the vast grassland, the stars in the sky, and the comfortable wind surrounding you when you are galloping with other members of your race.

I remember rolling around on the grassland with the grazing livestock when spring arrived, and planting new flowers on the walls of the stone house that had been empty for a year. Remember to make a contract with the tree people early before winter comes. The tree people will spend several days fixing themselves next to the stone house and wrapping the house with their branches and trunks. In winter, tree people fall into regular slumber. They use their bodies to help themselves and their compatriots resist the wind and snow, but they themselves need to provide food regularly to maintain their lives.

Such beautiful memories, such a beautiful hometown...

A thousand years ago, the core of the star burned out and the planet stopped rotating. It lost its gravity and deviated from its orbit, ushering in a century-long cold wave. In order to maintain her homeland, she chose to become a god and set a new order for her hometown that could continue to survive. So she finally found the only chance of survival among the countless possibilities of destruction. He rejected the cycle of life and death, so all things could survive again under the protection.

In this barren land, even a full stomach is a luxury.

So civilization was forgotten. (God decided to abandon civilization)

In the long cold winter and short spring, the weak new life cannot grow normally at all.

So all children must be born with extraordinary abilities. (God made the two races fight for extraordinary characteristics)

Without the help of the tree people, the stone house cannot withstand the severe cold.

So God allowed his fellow tribesmen to hunt and kill the tree people in order to survive in the winter, and then help them multiply in the spring.

After years of fighting each other, the populations of the two tribes have dropped sharply.

The god told the two tribes to help each other when food was sufficient, but this time they did not obey the oracle.

One hundred years, two hundred years. Civilization is forgotten, the world no longer progresses, and deep-seated hatred permeates the hearts of everyone.

The God of Order often wonders whether he has failed to withstand the cold wave, because the omen of destruction is never far away.

How much I want to hear the language of my hometown again.

How much I want to eat delicious broth again.

However, all she was left with were chaotic and crazy beautiful dreams.

One day, her spirituality was suddenly touched, and she felt a powerful creature gradually approaching her sleeping place.

It was a tree man. She had only seen such a powerful tree man in the world in her memory, and she felt uncontrollably nostalgic for him. She saw this life coming directly above her hiding place, looked around, and performed a simple ritual—it turned out to be to pray to her?—She became slightly awake and wanted to take a look at this strange creature. What do believers want?

"The God of Order? No."

The tree-man's body language betrayed a sense of undignified impatience, which made her even more novel.

"——Blannka."

said the tree man.

The God of Order was suddenly stunned. This was her language, the language of her people, the language once spoken by the civilization buried deep in the ice! Are you my compatriot? Are you sleeping for a long time like me and escaped the cold wave? Are you also unwilling to forget the good life in the past like me? Say a little more, say a little more ! No matter what you say, I am eager to hear this language that has been dead for thousands of years and has not been known for thousands of years!

As she wished, the tree man slowly spoke:

"I have never seen such a useless and selfish god like you."

"Look what you have done? Is there any need to save this broken place? Your love is to make us kill each other?"

"Climb quickly!"

TBC

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Decay, a god who has had a bad temper since childhood.