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After chatting with the true outer gods for a while, the true creator felt that he had a lot of new ideas.

She was also more convinced that if an outer god who could communicate (without even discussing whether he was rational enough and had a good temper) appeared on Earth, the seven gods would be able to open up a new way of life (euphemism).

It is often said that human nature cannot resist temptation, and it seems that there is some truth in it.

"It is natural for God to judge things with His own authority. Just as the Mother Goddess judged that all living beings are and should be Her children, she deeply loves you human beings, and she loves the feeling of dominating and killing you as 'mothers' who constantly rebirth you, just as the Mother Tree believes that all beings should serve their desires faithfully and release their malice at will, no matter how restrained the prisoner path, there will be a moment when they will explode, and they will surely approach the image of the 'Mother of Desires'. The mystery is tossing the fate of God, including yourself, at will, and persevering in creating 'errors' that do not exist, while you—no, have been fulfilling your obligation to be omniscient and omnipotent and domesticating mankind as your own lamb...... Each god has his own way of being, and he all wants to be the ultimate right (original) of the universe. ”

"This is what you can't imagine, the way of life of God outside."

The True Creator sat on the couch next to him and nodded thoughtfully:

"It's true that we don't choose and won't actively reach out, but how do you deal with madness when you survive like this?"

The Decayed King pondered for a moment: "I have seen many gods, and I have seen many races, and I feel that 'madness needs to be resisted' should be a moral yoke attached to your human race. ”

"You seem to be becoming a god at the same time, but you also want God to be 'yourself,' rather than being willing to let go of yourself and merge with the great spirits of the past, which is the most stable way...... And this is what you call 'madness'. ”

"Don't the outer gods pay attention to themselves?" The True Creator made this note in his notebook and waved his hand to the third person in the space, "Medici, turn the lights up a little." ”

"But Lord, you don't need light to see, do you?"

"It's an atmosphere."

Medici snapped and lit up the chandelier in the living room.

Under the bright light, the real creator continues to chat with the mythical creatures on the other side. It wasn't so much the tree sitting on the couch as it was the one entrenched there, the whole couch covered in layers of branches and vines wrapped in a deformed yellow leather.

However, she also knew that in fact, the sofa was flat and neat, and a talking green-eyed and white-haired puppet sat on it and chatted with the Lord, looking at things without turning her head or eating without moving her mouth, and what she saw was actually the "truth" on the spiritual level.

"If you say 'ego,' I'm going to throw out what I've been observing."

I don't know where this strange-shaped tree came from, this voice is low and hoarse, at first glance it sounds like an old man, and if you listen carefully, you can hear the voice of a middle-aged man, it seems that there are many different voices mixed together, strange and interesting.

"You speak." The researcher said with interest.

The King of Decay rests his chin in his hands, and his mouth does not move when he speaks, and his voice does not come from the part of his throat:

"From what I have observed, what you call 'human nature' can be simply distinguished in the early days as good and evil, good and bad, moral standards, and human nature in this period can be expressed according to the choice of the law of playing."

"In short, although there is a positive role, the focus is not on the positive and negative, but on the extraordinary person himself. If he does not regard killing his own kind as a mistake, then he strictly follows the positive role, does not kill when he can solve the problem by killing, and deliberately reminds himself to pay attention to human life and do good deeds, but it is against his own nature, that is, 'human nature'. ”

"Or, sometimes the forward play itself has a space to kill."

The True Creator nodded: "I was aware of this when I was still in the second and third ages. ”

"At that time, it was not humans who possessed extraordinary power and character, but generally regarded humans as a kind of wild animals that could be easily hunted, and the few who had the wisdom and did not lack this bit of meat were regarded as slaves."

"Later, under pressure from me at the time, some of the extraordinary races raised the status of humanity a little. But even if they intellectually regard humans as a kind of intelligent creatures rather than wild animals, they still don't think so instinctively, they want to eat people but can't, they want to call human slaves but they don't, they want to hunt humans for fun but don't dare to offend, and in the long run, something will go wrong in their hearts, and even get out of control. ”

"Yes."

The king of decay asked, "What is your division of 'I am still me'?" Is it divided by memory, or by one's own distinct personality? - Is it both? No wonder you always equate loss of control with madness, but it's not the same. ”

The true Creator thought: "Often it's both." ”

"Use memory to clarify your identity, and use personality traits to confirm that you are still yourself."

"But I don't think the Seven Gods are in this style anymore, judging by their behavior all along...... I just think they seem to have some stereotypes about humanity and human beings. ”

"How?"

"Judging by the national customs of the gods and goddesses, I suspect that they think that human beings are 'eccentric,' and therefore deliberately remind themselves of their eccentricities, such as those of fellow believers, of the northern and southern continents, of the high and the ordinary, of the church and the wild...... Some of them are no longer just a matter of interests. Subsequently, they will rely on these eccentricities to decide that they still have humanity. ”

"Your topic is very valuable ...... digging deeper."

"I had a student who tried to eliminate inequalities of wealth and status between people in a 'belief in one God' way, where everyone had to hand over their property and then enjoy equal power and status...... This will inevitably lead to a decline in the lives of a part of the population, and those who reject this decline will be seen as unreligious......"

As a mythical creature born and an angel of war who has followed the Creator for thousands of years, Medici is actually quite willing to listen to the Lord talk about their glorious past.

This is different from the human concept that "this is when people get old and start to remember the old", and the memory of the angel with infinite life is also a clear and long picture that will not fade, purely like to listen to the creator show off and praise her majesty back then.

At this moment, however, the two true gods were babbling in front of him, discussing things that had nothing to do with him but could only be said to have nothing to do with him, and Medici felt bored after listening to them for two and a half minutes, and wanted to hurry away and go to the garden for a cigarette. She couldn't find a chance to speak, so she raised her hand to report, and after three rounds of indulging in discussion, the True Creator turned to look at her, and then waved her hand very quickly in agreement.

Medici walked away as if he had been pardoned, the door was too far away, and he walked through the window. The polished window frame has a shoe print on the boss.

"It's amazing." Sauron let out a long yawn, and Medici felt like her tears were about to burst out, "I've learned a lot." ”

"I understand, but I don't quite understand."

Einhorn also watched the process of the two true gods discussing human nature and divinity, and he was in a fog and did not understand it, but he felt that he would be polluted if he listened to it again: "It feels like it is not as good as ...... Torment the Iron Cross. ”

Medici rarely didn't reply at the first time, but waited until they were both finished before scolding with a smile, which shows that she also agrees with the two conquerors.

"The boys of the Iron Cross Society seem to be going back, it's a pity that I haven't practiced enough."

The Red Angel lit a cigarette and swallowed the clouds in a way that was casual and wild, as if the purpose was to taste the pungency of the smoke rather than the so-called mellowness—don't hypnotize yourself with ethereal gadgets when you smoke them—"They got a secret report yesterday afternoon, and hurried to find the darkness, and then the darkness consulted the Lord, and the Lord gave them permission to leave. ”

Medici said to himself as if he were joking:

"When the hunters hear the wind, the land will be swords."

……

"It is inconceivable in the universe that there are more than one true god on a single planet. Embracing great ideas, stepping into the stars, roaming and fighting is the right choice, or 'the man's' choice. ”

"I see, it seems that the initial awakening gave the earth too much curling."

"That's right, even if there is, it is often a non-adjacent way, and the adjacent path should have completed the fight a long time ago, and there are too many ways like the earth, but it has formed a certain circle and a magical balance, which is indeed unique."

"So, I've always had a question—why isn't there a dual-path true god except you?"

"I was very curious about this, and I went on to study the myth of human beings...... The only conclusion I can draw from the version of your death is that perhaps because the Grim Reaper died and the creatures lost their faith in the afterlife, each god began to promise his followers an 'afterlife'...... It can be seen that human beings are afraid of death, and God is no exception. Then if you are afraid of death, if you are afraid of the end of the world, why do you want to kill the Lord of the Astral Plane? Why not move to adjacent pathways? ”

The King of Decay asked his question: "If you had really gotten rid of the primordial at that time, or even further, I might have left with half of my essentia and waited for the future to converge again." But you really died, and you were divided and eaten. Isn't the fear of 'death' a specific concept? Is it better to die because of snatching adjacent pathways than to die at the end of the world? Why is that? ”

"I can't answer your question."

The true creator grimaced: "I can only interpret the defeat at that time as underestimating the thirst and ambition for power of those three bastards, and the back hand I prepared was not used to deal with that battle, and the other gods present chose to watch the play." ”

There was no change in expression on the face of the outer god, but the true creator inexplicably felt the meaning of a mockery.

She was about to count her sins when she received a phone call, and a moment later she accepted the sacrifice and reached for a paper report in her hand.

The True Creator glanced at it, and there was a string of handwritten words in capital letters on the cover:

"Report on the Hybridization of Apple Trees and Broilers"

…… The True Creator turned his head hesitantly, stared at the snow-white wall, and after a few seconds of doubt, looked again. She began to wonder if any of the brains or imaginations of the current researchers had gone mad, or had gone mad together.

The Decaying King was not surprised, she found a red pen out of nowhere, and ticked it off after flipping through the catalog and cover.

“…… It's also your student. ”

"It's not." The outer god said, "At most, it's a person who comes to the public class." ”

"I'll take a look at his report and we'll talk about the rest later. You accepted my agreement, and my power curse will always lend you money, and perhaps it may be more comfortable for you to be crazy than awake. ”

The real creator couldn't hide his curiosity: "I want to know some details about this experiment." ”

The declining king was not stingy: "He wanted to cross the apple tree with the broiler so that the chicken would grow out of the tree like an apple." ”

"Who taught him to do this?!"

"After my teaching and prompting, he has now abandoned this unrealistic idea and has chosen a new direction, hoping that apples will have the texture, nutritional value and taste of chicken, but still be apples in essence."

The indescribable mood of the true Creator was somewhat lessened: "If you change the taste and texture, the earth path can do it." ”

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"But then you don't necessarily need chickens for the experiment. So he made a bold assumption in his report. The King of Decay flipped to a page in the back of the table of contents, and read it out with a steady mood:

"Since there is no longer a need for live chicken, let's just develop multiple flavors of apples and start with the roast chicken flavor."

The real creator didn't know what to say for a while, and the outer god had already naturally begun to annotate: "Very good, the difference between this experiment and the previous one is that the genes of broilers are natural and can be programmed into apples by extraordinary powers, but roast chicken is an artificially produced food, and it is a very interesting idea to grow apples that taste roast chicken in a normal way without relying on seasonings." ”

"Pass, let's get ready."

"Wait a minute."

The expression of the real creator was somewhat distorted: "You actually want to destroy the earth with species invasion and genetically modified technology?" ”

"Nope." The King of Decay took a fish out of the sacrificial object and threw it into the hands of the true Creator.

"The improved red wine fish has a 99% similarity in blood taste to the red wine produced by Intis Mist Winery, and the meat is delicious, and the whole fish can be fried directly, and the internal organs and bones will melt when they encounter a high temperature of more than 50 degrees."

"This is his first finished product, taste?"

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In the evening of December 31, Tingen, Daffodil Straße 2.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and laughed:

"I've booked a ticket for the steam train to Beckland on January 3rd, second class."

Sitting in the dining room with a few newspapers spread out in front of her, Melissa said with a little worry:

"Benson, the air in Beckland is so bad that tens of thousands of people died a few days ago due to poisoning and disease caused by the great smog......"

"It's really a regrettable and sad thing."

Benson walked to the cafeteria and said with a sigh: "But the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the discharge of smoke and wastewater, and we will be greeted by the new Beckland, you don't need to worry too much." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled sarcastically:

"When I came back from Iron Cross Street just now, I found that quite a few factory owners or their employees from Beckland were recruiting there, saying that because of the smog and the plague, the factories there were understaffed, so they were willing to promise working hours and minimum pay, which would be much better than the current standard, hehe."

"You think it's impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Beckland, it is doomed to be impossible, unless the upper and lower houses can pass the corresponding laws and regulations directly." Benson spread his hands and pointed to the table, "Alright, it's time for us to welcome the New Year." ”

There were three pairs of knives and forks, three empty porcelain plates, and three cups on the table.

Of the three glasses, one is beer and two are ginger beer.

Their windows were closed, and it was a deep darkness outside, unaware of Benson and Melissa.

Night envelops the neighborhood where the house is located, and passers-by seem to be oblivious to the night sky.

The stars hung high in the night sky, the ethereal and peaceful song echoed, the spirit creatures were dissipated one by one by one, the deliberate coincidences were detected and resisted, and many battles that were imperceptible to mortals had come to an end.

The star-eyed lady floats in the air, watching her every move.

After a long time, the "Eye of the Goddess" spoke:

"Praise be to the goddess, Ince Zangwill has really done something to the family of one of Tingen's guardians, Mr. Cleine Moretti."

Sost's figure emerged from a dark corner, with a lot of damage on his body, but it wasn't serious.

He calmly reported:

"The spirits that Ince Zangwill has summoned have been wiped out."

Da, da, Da, blue eyeshadow, the necromantic mentor with her hair coiled up, appeared beside him. She was smiling all the time, and there was a silver ring on the ring finger of her right hand with a circle of incantations engraved on it, and her left hand brushed over it from time to time.

"I've done all the channeling and confirmed that this is the end of today's attack," she said. ”

"However, tomorrow will be back soon, and we need to hurry up and move the Moretti family."

With that, she looked at the other side of the wall and smiled, "Tomorrow will be your home field." ”

"Eyes of the Goddess" Yin Liya also looked there, her voice was ethereal, containing a strong sense of tranquility: "Leonard Mitchell, their tickets have been set for tomorrow, you have to go with them all the way, protect their safety, and shelter them to reach Beckland safely, under the gaze of the goddess." ”

"We will hide in the shadows, and you are their first line of defense."

"You have successfully stopped Ince Zangwill's plot, and your own peculiarities will make you his primary target."

The dark shadow hidden at the base of the wall swayed, and a young man dressed in black and wearing gloves as red as blood on his hands walked out.

Leonard stepped on the soil of Tingen for the first time in a long time, he glanced at the window of Moretti's house not far away, saw three drinks in the warm yellow light, saw the brother and sister of Crane who smiled and toasted and showed a lost look, he found that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, and his eyes were more resolute than ever.

"I am willing to gamble my life to protect the hero's family."

Leonard solemnly drew the red moon on his chest: "Praise be to the goddess! ”

The crowd said, "Praise the Goddess!" ”

TBC

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"Thank you, great 'mentor'! My red wine fish is actually done, it is genetically stable, reproductive, nutritious, and does not pose a threat to other species, and it has a short growth cycle, which can be used as one of the rations for long trips! ”

"It's just that the captain doesn't look very happy, and that's okay, everyone is happy about my success, but they always seem to have a bad grasp of the cooking heat, and every time they burn my fish to ashes."