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

*Chapter Diary 8/8

*The fragmented diary is a background supplement, explaining the reasons and process of the formation of his ideas, and can answer many questions. Recommended reading.

He seemed to have been watching this planet for a long time.

A long time rushed towards him, and he saw that it took hundreds of millions of years for this planet to build its own form. And He seems to have existed before this, witnessing the plates shifting, the earth splitting the oceans, and pressing against each other to form mountains. The towering mountains were turned into plains by wind and rain, and the bottomless oceans were evaporated by the climate and turned into cold deep valleys.

Since its birth, it took more than 100,000 years to give birth to the first life under suitable conditions. At first, they lived and died, feeding on vegetation and morning dew, and then gradually acquired blood and heartbeats. One group stood out, possessing limbs that were good at running, and eyes and ears used to find prey. At the same time, the grass and trees also have their own intelligence. They hunt consciously, they initially learn to breed and herd, they walk aimlessly, they pile stones and wood to build nests for themselves, and they gain symbiosis with birds and insects. nourishment.

Tribes became cities, and cities gave birth to civilization.

The forest becomes a living entity and the cycle never ends.

This is the joy of prosperity and the prelude to decline.

He saw that one day, a change in the laws occurred somewhere in the universe, and extraordinary power came to this planet. These powers did not bring much change to the world that had not yet taken shape, and hundreds of years after the appearance of the extraordinary power, , there is something wrong with this little planet itself. The core of the star began to burn out, its rotation and revolution began to slow down, and it deviated from the sun. The climate is getting colder, spring is getting shorter and shorter, and soon the first "cold winter" appears.

The life born here has known cold and hunger since then.

Then in the big cold wave, 90% of the people died.

She ascended to the throne of God with the expectation of all the survivors, found the last possibility of "continuation", stopped the cold winter, became a great goddess, and opened up the only place of hope for the survivors.

It has not let go for one thousand two hundred and thirty-one years.

The process of destruction has been forcibly stopped, but it is still advancing slowly. This inevitable ending cannot be resisted by an incomplete god. It is predicted that all intelligent life on the planet will become extinct in the year 3617. Only the God of Order himself remains. Before that, an individual life went crazy due to loss of control, embarked on the path of deviating from God's motto, seeking destruction and the meaning of life, and therefore entered the thousand-year ice field.

after……

The tide of time flows endlessly. Since then, hundreds of years of loneliness and solitary travel can be brushed aside. The occasional bit of loneliness is so insignificant that it is not enough to stop and think, or even enough to be a little decoration on the long road. This individual seeks promotion, pursues past civilizations, digests magic potions, becomes hostile to the God of Order, and defeats him in the final divine battle, bringing a snowstorm of destruction to the planet.

The individual stood on the lifeless ice sheet for a long time, silent for a long time, and then looked up at the sky, his eyes facing him.

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The Declined King opens his eyes.

His roots penetrated deeply into the planet in his arms, tightly wrapped around the dead star core, and the fangs and teeth rubbing unconsciously made a harsh sound. He seemed to have been staring at this floating stone ball for a long time.

He looked at this dead planet without any emotion, and each of his eyes seemed to have been frozen for a thousand years.

He reached out a hand and gently brushed the planet's atmosphere. The cold cyclone frozen thousands of miles exploded like fireworks, causing little bits of white frost to condense on His claws and hair. Then they condensed water droplets, fell off their fur, fell from an altitude of thousands of meters, and created a deep freshwater lake on the surface. God found a fleeting pleasure in this phenomenon, so huge rains fell one after another, oceans and lakes were formed one after another, and dry cracks became natural winding river beds.

The tens of meters thick ice layer was easily wiped away by His hand, and it accumulated somewhere and turned into a continuous glacier. The vast, barren plains spread out like white paper in the hands of God. The gods found it interesting, so the vines and roots rushed out of the earth's core. They whipped the surface of the planet, drawing mountains and ravines with incomparable power, shaking the earth and the sky. Mountains formed in the palm of His hands, rain poured down as the clouds were stirred, and streams formed into lakes and seas along His fingertips.

Thus a world in which life could be born was formed.

The Declined King raised his head, and a shooting star passed by him. Because of His turning around, it fell on the back of his hand and turned into stone and a puddle of water.

He searched for other necessary conditions and soon discovered that a nebula in the distance contained light and heat. He took the embryonic planet there, placed it in a suitable location, determined the speed of rotation and revolution, and then rekindled the cold star core.

The new mountains stand tall and the plains are vast. As it rotates, gradually, light and wind appear. The land gained warmth, and the possibility of new life emerged everywhere on the planet. Then the breeze blows down along the mountains, flies freely over the sea, stirs the clouds, and gathers into traceless storms. A sea of ​​white clouds surged over the vast plains, the smooth mirror-like sea produced waves, and vitality reappeared in the dead world.

Thus the cradle of life was completed.

The Declined King stared at this planet, reluctantly knowing from his long memory that it had been his birthplace.

Then let yourself forget about this unimportant matter. He looked at this brand new planet, wondering with some anticipation when new life would be born and whether a new civilization would be born.

At the same time, he recalled his seemingly destroyed homeland and the memory of the planet that he had completely recorded and witnessed.

He realizes that he represents both the death of civilizations and the traces of their existence. Life and death, prosperity and decline are just part of the cycle of the universe, necessary decorations that embellish the dream of the original great existence. Nothing cannot be discarded, and nothing is indestructible.

He is the "monument of civilization", both a tombstone and a monument. Therefore, there is no need to be immersed in the cold pain, I will set off, and you will be reborn, moving towards the next story that has ended. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years later, new life and new civilization will be born here. Then I will come and we will meet again, completely different.

Guide the living civilization to its end and send the dead world to new life. The guide and witness of the cycle of life and death, the god who travels forever in the starry sky, this is the "King of Decay".

I was once lonely, once hated, once confused, once feared death but looked forward to destruction, once desperately sought the end, but now everything has returned to silence, and only the gods traveling in the sea of ​​stars remain forever.

His real name is "Alcatulia Winter". But what stands here is no longer the being who looked up at the stars when he was desperate.

Winter has arrived and everything will die. Of course, spring is just around the corner.

——"I am the master of decay, the king of decline."

——"It is also the final journey of all life."

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THE END-

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The fragmented diary ends.

Path of Decay Sequence 0: Monument of Civilization