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At first, I doubted the truth of these things.

But.. It soon became clear to me that that kind of thing was pointless, and that it was okay to do whatever it was.

This power is too incredible to be a real proof - if it were just my wishful thinking, there would never be such an incredible amount of information, and no matter how much time has passed, the information here cannot be completely recorded by my mortal brain.

Whether it's true or not, I can't live without it, so for me, it's all true.

For me, who has been stripped of my name and has nothing, this is all there is.

I am the chosen human by EVE, the original invoker.

As a price for fulfilling the wish, EVE logically took everything from me.

What it needed was an empty shell with an intellect, but it didn't seem to be able to use me as a tool unconditionally.

That's why they trade with me.

I can't recall the specific process anymore, not even in EVE's records, but probably, the "I" before that, the personality that existed, the memories, etc., were burned as fuel.

As the first administrator, and perhaps the last, I was given tremendous authority to interfere with almost everything in the world except for EVE's underlying programs.

- If you don't break the rules.

I am an unfree God.

You can do anything, but you can't really do it because of the shackles of various rules.

I follow the instructions of the chaotic algorithm, and use the intellect and sleowness of intelligent creatures to dispatch individuals and groups, create and resolve contradictions, and maintain balance.

I control the progress of civilizations, giving them room and obstacles to grow in the general direction.

If it develops too fast to be contained, destroy it.

Using the accident called "fate", he manipulates various possibilities and looks for a chaotic situation that can guarantee strife and peace in all paths, and does not exist with people at the same time.

Then.

For the first time, I had doubts about the reason for the existence of this place.

Doesn't God love the world?

I don't know if I love them or not, but at least, subconsciously think that EVE should be.

Why destroy civilization while protecting it, and are mortal towers not allowed to reach the sky?

God is lonely and should not be touched.

Just as I can't get out of here, no living thing can reach me beyond the clouds.

Like the stars.

It's really not happy at all.

My job is just herding life, I don't get paid, I can't harvest anything.

But this is work, there is no way, the so-called work, that is, even if you hate it, you have to do it.

In order to break the stalemate and set back the development of civilization, I directly triggered a war between non-humans and humans, the gods of the earth and humans.

In order to maintain balance, the civilization of the gods that is too powerful needs to be weakened.

According to EVE, this world is not a "world" in the first place.

Why is that?

No matter what kind of conjecture there is, it can't be confirmed, because I can't leave here, so I can only give up the conjecture and work hard.

Even in the face of an invincible enemy, I must find a way to preserve the spark of life.

Unite two sides who are mortal enemies of each other to face the apocalypse.

Thankfully, sadly, the world is not destroyed because of Him.

I have to keep working.

This is by far the hardest job, and I can only induce things to happen, but I can't clearly determine the future.

For the first time, I felt weak.

The so-called "God" is not omniscient and omnipotent.

At that time I realized this very clearly.

"I", EVE also has enemies that cannot be defeated.

In addition to the invincible worlds, there are also those great beings who stand side by side with the stars.

I'm just a mortal with the authority of God, and what I can't understand is what I can't understand.

Or is it arrogant to hold God's authority? I'm just a cog in the running of EVE.

Perhaps, it is more appropriate to say that it is the oil that lubricates the gears.

It was very tiring work, and I had to be squeezed by the gear mucosa, and it would soon be out of shape.

The world is so ugly that the human heart will soon be filled.

The limitations of short-lived species are so great, why should I be chosen?

Really, wouldn't the gods of the earth be more suitable?

Unfortunately, this is also unanswered, EVE just silently cleaned up those memories that would affect my work, leaving me only the memories I need for my work, the outline of knowledge, and the common-sense thinking power.

Speaking of which, there was an old man who had been here a few times, and based on my conversations with him, I judged that he had sold the technology to modify people's minds to EVE at a low price.

Even so, I feel like I should remember something.

I started keeping a journal to record important things in EVE's records.

Thanks to this, I will not become another me after my memories are reset.

Thankfully, EVE only had procedural rules, and the act of keeping a diary I kept was not banned.

Regarding the correctness of this matter, I could not judge until some time ago.

If I hadn't had this "betrayal" at the beginning, maybe I wouldn't have had any rebellion, would I?

If I had lost my memory, if I hadn't piled up my memories, I wouldn't have hated EVE for bringing me here.

I wasn't the one who made that wish come true.

I hated that selfish self deeply.

He left me here.

What wish is worthy of the three thousand years I have been waiting here??

Three thousand years!!——

The journal kept my life cut off by the interval of amnestic time, but it also contributed to other calamities.

For me personally. Endless loneliness.

I've tried to distract myself countless times, convinced myself that "this is work", and I've gone crazy countless times.

The situation is deteriorating.

I'm sick.

Later, even EVE couldn't erase my memory.

Can anyone find me?

Is there anyone who can take my place?

Why can't I die?

Why me?

Damn EVE!

Damn me!

I've had enough of it for a long time.

This kind of day. This kind of thing. I've had enough of it!!

I can't close my mind, I can't stop remembering, and I continue to write a diary like a demon.

Even now, everything will be presented clearly.

I kept running, trying to escape from hunting something for me.

Every minute and every second, every month of the year, I kept running.

It can grab me at any time, and then ravage me, throw me away, and let me continue to run.

I had to escape.

What can I do?

I had to escape.

Running wildly.

Something in the back tore and devoured my limbs and brain.

The parts that were swallowed grow back.

For countless years, I have been spinning around like a fly without a head, perhaps it took me thirty million years to run back to where I was - until the thing behind me grew bigger and bigger... Bigger and bigger. Big, big. Big.... Ahh!!!!!!h

。。。。

Call.. Sorry, I can't help it.

In a word.

That damn memory can't be thrown away.

I couldn't tear out my memory, that kind of thing seemed to be protected by EVE as part of the world record.

In this way, everything will be in full swing.

Even, unconsciously, even if I didn't have a diary, I wouldn't forget it anymore.

Perhaps, this is the quality and function that I need as a motor oil.

It doesn't help to close your eyes either.

Those daily repetitions, boring memories, useless information, their own situation.

I can't forget.

I am a God of inaction.

I can't save myself.

No matter what kind of injury I suffered, whether it was mental or physical, EVE could heal - except for my stacked memories.

Circulate.

Transmigration.

Ouroboros.

Dislike.

Why is this happening?

That's unreasonable, right??

Don't... Why should this be ...

Memories are like some kind of distorted half-liquid mass, piling up in my mortal mind.

Yes, thirty million years later, I'm still a mortal.

In order to preserve the purity of the tool and make it obedient and easy to use, I am not allowed to be extraordinary.

EVE doesn't have an autonomous will, so all of them need to be so constrained by the autonomous consciousness that I have.

I am the will of EVE.

A fragile spirit controlled by the flesh.

It has long been in tatters, but it will always be repaired.

And so it went on for 30 million years.

I am not an extraordinary, not an immortal.

But that's all in the past, and I don't want to say anything more.

If destiny really exists, I'm really grateful for it.

Even if I ended up in the situation I am in today.

Now I am redeemed.

SALVATION ...

I had long since given up and left, and fate gave me a way to escape.

O successor who pushes open the gates of heaven.

You'll understand sooner or later.

Now I can write this with such composure, only because I can leave.

Yes, although I am looking back on the black history of the past, when I record this, I always feel relieved.

Well, poor successor, to receive my letter, it means that you must not have come here as a guest.

So.

Until you find a way out of this, you're going to have to take care of this ugly world (laughs).

I went first, and from now on, I'm not EVE anymore.

It's a bit late to say that, but...

You're welcome.

As you can see, there is nothing here.

Only you.

————The Unknown Man Who Didn't Matter]