Eleven pages lay flat on the coffee table, and Garon arranged them chronologically and looked at them one by one.

The creaseed parts of the diary had all been torn off, and if Darts really wanted to leave any message, that would be it.

After carefully checking that there were no omissions, Garon slowly immersed himself in the contents of the diary.

March 2, rain.

The lord of the castle clashed with a new nobleman who had entered the city, and the result was no suspense, and the lord completely uprooted the little one's power and purged his family.

The battle in the evening ended, and the river of blood on the road was washed by rain all night and not much cleaner.

As in the last fire, no one went to dispose of the bodies, but there was nothing left of the streets, except the smell of blood.

Something strange......

April 3, fog.

A new outsider intervened, and I had no intention of seeing him, so I let a few leaders get in touch.

The castle lord was much more active than me, but I guess he just wanted to kill the unlucky man.

It's not surprising that every time there is an unknown strange guy in the city, the city lord is always the first to react.

The residents seem to be very supportive of the city lord's approach, they trust the city lord and trust this guy who has only been in power for less than five years.

June 11, cloudy.

What's the name of that new guy? It seemed that he wanted to cooperate with the night club, so he approached me.

He brought a lot of goodies, but I wasn't in the mood to play with him at all.

It's really his ability to survive, but the guy who offended the city lord won't live long, I know this very well.

Speaking of which, it was the head of the shop who died in the last rush, and luck is really hard to estimate.

June 15th, rain.

I didn't plan to go to the funeral of the former head of the shop, but unfortunately after that guy died, he still left a lot of capable subordinates, and it is inevitable that he will meet in the future, so I have to express it.

How long has it been since the last time a corpse was observed? I miss the days of licking blood a little, at least I don't have to think about it too much.

The little girl in the shop told me that after death, only special cases can save the body, so their boss must have been a messenger of God's favor and went to Elysium.

I didn't believe her, but ...... I always feel that something is wrong......

August 12, fine.

Bourne extended an invitation to the night show again, and I didn't want to break with him completely, so I met with him.

It's boring, he wants to kill the city lord, so he wants to ask me for help.

Tsk, a little ghost who has no ability, doesn't want to have some sweet dreams to save his life.

But there are certain things he said that I really care,

"Eliminating those with special qualifications is a task that every city lord must complete, even if you don't do it, he will kill you, sooner or later."

Speaking of which, it seems that there are not many old people left, and I used to think that it was a normal fight, and I heard him say this..... Could it be that the castle lord is consciously manipulating?

September 5th, rain.

Byrne died, and he didn't survive without much help, and that's rightfully so.

But...... After last night's battle, all the leaders in the city have been replaced, except for the night game.

That's right, I can feel that the city lord has set his sights on me.

Strangely, I hadn't met him or offended him, but I did know that he wanted to kill me.

Why?

November 20th, cloudy.

I gave most of the night's wealth to a few of my subordinates, took the rest of the money myself, and left the Dark City.

It took two months, and I could only do it to this extent, I wasn't sure how to deal with the city lord, but I didn't want to die here either.

Money can be earned at any time, and there is only one life.

I don't want to die......

May 6th, fog.

Shade Town, the fifth place I arrived, was no different from my previous destination, and the leader was very reluctant to outsiders.

The old guy seemed to be able to see a little bit of my strength, and his gaze was uncomfortable for me, reminding me of my days in the Dark City.

Repulsion, and murderous intent.

July 19, fine.

Having traveled a lot of cities, I finally got some things clear.

In this world, when people die, their bodies will evaporate like water, and there will be no corpses left.

I was upset, this common sense that everyone knew, was rejected by my brain.

What's wrong?

On September 30, heavy rain.

The church is temporarily sheltered, and there happens to be a priest praying, and I have nothing to do but listen for the time being.

There are too many words to remember, only a few fragments...... I can't forget it anyway.

O one and only God!

You give leaders rights, but you don't protect them, so they can atone for their sins!

November 8, cloudy.

I became interested in the concept of God, and after visiting the cathedrals of several cities, I finally gathered some information.

The world is created by God, and He used his great power to create mountains, rivers, lakes, and life.

He gives rights to human beings while burdening them with their sins.

Those who have received the 'keys' will become impure and alien.

They grew up in the desire for power, they have the desire for power, and they will disappear from the desire for power.

When the alien disappears and the world returns to cleansing, God will return and reclaim everything.

"Return to cleanliness, disappearance of ...... aliens"

Under the dense stratus clouds, the bearded man no longer smiled, his brows furrowed together, and the pen in his hand was pinched off.

He had been sitting for two hours, but he had not been able to calm down, and his heart was becoming more and more irritable.

"Tsk, that's the case....."

He said lightly, folding the page with his own hands.

"Humans are divided into xenomorphs and pure* races, and xenomorphs are scarce in number and powerful, and they have the qualifications to be leaders, and can fully exercise their near-god rights to a certain place.

However, they are not immortal.

As long as you encounter a different species with the same qualifications, you may be replaced. ”

He let out a soft breath and rubbed his temples.

"No wonder they wanted to kill me, it turns out that I am still a special person."

In order to protect yourself, in order not to be killed, you must kill others.

If that's the case, the mystery is solved.

It's just that if even I meet the conditions, Garon, you have to be careful, don't be killed by * until I find you......

He muttered,

"After all, the gods of this world are not very friendly, he ......"

A strong wind rose, obscuring the last few characters of his words.

In the night, the candle flame flickered, and Garon's ten fingers overlapped, and he said slowly.

"He never had the idea of protecting mankind, but he hated us.

God uses lust for power as bait, lust for power as a blade, inducing, inducing us—killing each other. ”