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

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He saw a world filled with pain and despair.

The extinguished star core, damaged crust, rivers and mountains were frozen together. The planet I was born on has long become a dying stone.

The forepaws of the animal's feet stepped on the rough sand on the ground, leaving a series of footprints on the thin snow and thick sand. The tentacles hidden under the flesh and blood sensed the cold and the dry air with the smell of ice and snow. It leaves behind an air of decay and death. The land here is dead and the sky is dead, so he feels that the God of Order is also worthy of death.

He has been walking on the boundless ice field for hundreds of years, and his alien body, neither wood nor beast, was covered up by the snowstorm into a huge black silhouette, so he got some strange legends and songs. Ever since I learned that the stars that bring light in the sky once every few decades are the gods of order who have gone to great lengths to change their original orbits, allowing them to pass by this huge stone wrapped in ice and then do some revolutions, He didn't even expect to see even a glimmer of hope from here.

"...Why did the civilization of this planet perish?..."

“The remaining barren land and manpower could not afford the heavy task of rebuilding civilization, so I asked them to abandon civilization.…”

"...The laws of the extraordinary world have been covered up?..."

"...Proclaiming extraordinary power in such a world will only accelerate the demise of the race."

“…So the ‘priests’ and ‘priests’ are fighting, while the ‘golems’ and ‘thugs’… are serving as civil servants. You used this method to prevent us from acting correctly, causing us to lose control and die early, and then assign the dead extraordinary characteristics to the new life that was created..."

"That way, we'll never have the chance to deduce the correct path, and we'll never threaten your position."

Parted on bad terms. Compared to the God of Order, he still prefers to call her by the name in an ancient book. Brannka was too afraid of the cold. She was afraid that she would freeze to death in the lonely and endless cold night, so she chose to use the lives of others to keep warm. She guarded these two groups, which totaled about a thousand, and watched them play house in the palm of her hand, giving herself some incomplete and selfish comfort.

Wandering, strolling, but without destination. He occasionally thinks about his true goal: he once saw a beautiful world in books and relics, but that world was destroyed before he was born, and it was obviously not the future he should pursue. Looking at the present, looking around is full of sadness. Brannka holds the only possibility of "continuation". As long as she is unwilling to let go, there will never be peace here.

He only admires the past world and has no attachment to the present world. Life once shone brightly on this planet, but now it has been eclipsed in the cold night that even the gods fear.

If the meaning of living is just to live, then the God of Death will deny such a world. He wanted to end this meaningless pain, he thought, guessed, and calculated silently in his heart. But the organ called "heart" is really strange. When he sees children starving to death, compatriots fighting for a little food, and beings who smile only when they face death, this organ always feels like it is being cut open and gouged out. The pain of walking.

But if he saves one of them, the other will starve to death. If he chooses one race, the other will fall apart.

After a long period of hesitation and struggle, he asked his heart:

"I will feel pain no matter what choice I make, so should I just sit on the sidelines and not make changes? This is definitely not possible, then wouldn't I be just like damn Brannka? Unlucky."

"But the lives here have no ability to decide their own destiny. Without God, there is only one death... If these are wrong, then maybe what this place needs is not salvation at all, because the essence of salvation is only to continue Brannka's life. Just a wrong decision.”

"What is needed here is total destruction."

"And the new students!"

Very good. He thought calmly, it's terrible, am I actually such a cold and heartless creature by nature? But if, as I see it, everything, the gorgeous galaxies and the dazzling sea of ​​stars are just a dream of the god sleeping in the palace, where is the dividing line between nothingness and reality? My heart will still hurt, but that It doesn't matter anymore. If what you are pursuing is the only salvation, then - accept it. Accept the sacrifices your purpose requires, silence your heart, turn your blood cold, and let reason and divinity replace humanity that cannot make the right decisions.

Step onto your own long steps to ascend to the gods, throw everything into the altar, replace the god who is afraid of the cold, and welcome the destruction that has been delayed for a thousand years.

Sing a song of destruction for the world in which you were born.

After everything is over...perhaps, the journey that is not for any purpose and just belongs to Him can finally begin.