The disappearance of civilization is always too easy for the gods. She rarely thought about what had happened to her almost instantaneously after that, but as long as she did, those scenes never faded as they had happened in the last moment.

The cities either collapsed or collapsed before her eyes; The plants and trees around her were either dyed with incomprehensible colors and grew wildly, or suddenly withered and turned into ashes.

That one person...... She lived with everyone in an instant, and died with them in an instant, leaving behind only seeds of despair and pain that she would never abandon. These have since remained in her undertone, and then little by little they have solidified and become a part of her.

It is an ordinary awakening of the great, an equally ordinary destruction of the tiny.

And she just witnessed everything illusory, and then left everything illusory with all her might, nothing else.

The "spirit world" that existed before the birth of civilization was also destroyed in this grand firework, and the picture of the prosperity of this civilization can only be seen in the light and shadow that flashes on the fragments of the broken walls, and the memories that are entangled in the mind - there is no other means.

She had always believed that people could do nothing for the dead but for the living, and her choice was no different, even if she had given up her existence as a human being.

But when she followed the power of the beginning, looking at the corpses of this civilization from the eyes of those who had merged with it, whether it was humans or some other creature—she had never found memories so addictive.

Maybe it's because the independence she left behind because she doesn't exist makes her a little too emotional at times, and she sometimes teases herself like this.

She always chooses to indulge her indulgences, which are also the desires born from her heart, so that she does not get completely lost in the humble and arrogant expectation, even if there is endless pain every time.

But pain would also be her strength, and she had naively held on to what she believed to be no worse in the future than it is now.

She was well aware that the hope that existed in her heart was incompatible with such a desperate world, but it was her choice.

When she is desperate, she gives birth to an unquenchable expectation, so that she will never stop, and she will use all means to achieve her expectations.

The original Great Being didn't care about the new parasites that appeared in her, even though she was already lurking everywhere—she was too small, even if she was full of malice for the beginning.

It's like people don't care about the oxygen they inhale, where the glucose they eat goes to their cells – will anyone care if these molecules have their own selfishness?

Her power was not strong enough to exert any influence on the beginning, but rather that she had the power that was born out of the desires she insisted on by merging with Him, even if it was twisted and contradictory.

She soon waited for the moment when someone would care about her "presence"—almost the next moment of that destruction for her.

It's hard to say how long the almost borderless split lasted after the initial awakening, and in her senses that didn't exist, it seemed impossible to hope for an end, and it seemed like it was just a moment.

"Fallen Mother Goddess", "Child of Chaos", "Mother Tree of Desire", ...... They were conceived and created in the first place, and the first division also tore apart parts of them, and this is a rare opportunity.

The two gods, who had emerged from the initial split, had also seen the split as a feast, their Christmas feast, but it had also been a bitter fruit for them—plurality essrinsa had upset their fragile balance.

"Celestial", "God", she chewed on their names in the last civilization, she still existed in them, she watched them struggle with the instinct of aggregation, she calmly did what she wanted to do most - she further strengthened their instinctive desires, which came from them themselves and from the great beings who had been divided.

She was so looking forward to the day when the Celestial Venerable and God would fall asleep from their irrepressible instinct for convergence, their enemies would be their other and themselves, the Great Beings who had already vanished.

She was treated by them as beings of the same origin, and she could remember the irrepressible urge to laugh when she found out.

There is no problem with such a definition, she has long since ceased to exist, only a small part of the will that existed before the initial split tried to further unite the originally split personality after the initial split, and she was in each of them.

She blended into the original – that's the only sure fact.

She longed for humans to have the power to defend against the gods, but before that she could be a part of the original gods.

It was the same choice she made when she first started.

She also knew that they would never allow their will to die in the instinct of aggregation—the instinct of separation—which came from the instinct of separation—and she strengthened their instinct to pursue their independent selves as well.

Convergence and separation, seemingly contradictory instincts complement each other at some point, and at the same time the fragmentation of existence makes them fight uncontrollably, and they all want to be dominant, they want to be independent personalities.

Creatures always seek their own independence, and in this world, it is always difficult for her to discern whether such instincts belong to the creature itself or to the original creation of all things.

The closer you get to the Great One, the more you feel His omnipresence in every sense. Of course, this is not surprising, just like the creation myth that is both false and true in the afterlife-

"The Creator awoke from the chaos, broke through the darkness, created the first rays of light, and integrated himself into the universe and incarnated as the ...... of all things"

She sometimes wondered if the human who had written this sentence had flashed the first glow in her mind at some point, or had traced the traces of time in her sleep, through the previous or even more spiritual realms that had long since been destroyed, and saw the glorious scene of the birth of all things.

However, in fact, none of this may be true, it is just a subconscious praise of human beings to their ideal creator, who also never completely integrated into the universe, but slept on the planet beneath his feet, and then woke up, split, and took the vitality of countless mortals with him.

For human beings, the vanishing creator is the good creator, just like the creation myth written by human beings, compared to a creator who is asleep and may wake up in the next moment, the creator's "complete integration into the universe" is what human beings want, whether it is human beings in the past or human beings after them, they are telling the myth that the creator nourishes the universe with himself, and tells the imagination of human beings.

But she had to make that happen sometimes, because history becomes the history of humanity when the world is not under the rule of the gods.

And she shared their idea of guaranteeing that there would never be a real resurrection in the first place.