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It was as if Crane had fallen into a big nightmare.

The stage burned down, and all the actors turned into demons and monsters in an instant, scrambling to kill each other, and the flesh and blood were dripping with blood, which frightened not only the audience but also the screenwriter who was reading the script behind the stage.

A flash flashed before his eyes, and the utopia that was burning in the flames.

He felt like he was burning, sometimes he was abandoned in the burning house, watching his corpse as it was burned with oil, sizzling and emitting a disgusting smell of burning, sometimes on fire, rolling on the ground in excruciating pain.

He choked on the smoke, he was already suffocating, his heart stopped beating, his throat burned with flames.

His tendons were snapped, his eyes gouged out, he felt the chill of the cold blade piercing his chest, abdomen, limbs, and even throat countless times, his entrails tumbling to the ground and piling up with others, and he saw countless of himself dead, or being killed by himself.

Suffering.

He saw himself holding a firewood knife and slashing at what was once a human being, and then he saw a flash of fire in front of him, and he was knocked down with a gun, and a sharp pain in his abdomen came from him. He saw himself covering his abdomen in vain with one hand and waving his other hand vigorously, as if begging for mercy from the other party, but the other person still raised the knife and approached him with blood-red eyes.

How so?

The surging malice was followed by pain. The feeling that is more tormenting than death is probably like this, how many secret couples I have in my utopia, and how many times I am experiencing death and near-death at this moment. In human fables, a single death is enough to turn a warrior into a madman and a mortal into a philosopher, but a thousand deaths add up to enough torture to destroy the soul.

I can't see anything anymore, and I can't even perceive what these secret puppets of myself have become, and every second is the torment of the bondage called "living".

Is it already broken? Has it been scrapped? Has it been destroyed? What has become of me, and where is "I"?

Crane raised his hand.

A spirit worm wriggled as it crawled on the ground with difficulty, merging with the other spirit worm closest to it to form a slightly larger spirit worm. And the slightly larger circle of spirit worms crawled away strongly, driven by Crane's will, repeating the mechanical behavior of synthesizing Crane.

Soon, dozens of spirit worms were fused together and half a hand was formed.

Half of the hand has only four fingers and half a palm, and there is no blood in the section, only a gray cross-section of the spirit worm. The hand stubbornly bypassed all the kind of people who were madly attacking each other, stubbornly grabbed the side of the "fool's" high-backed chair, and climbed up with all his might.

"Bang!"

The hand clenched into a fist and slammed hard against the top of the long bronze table, making a sound that was neither too big nor powerful.

Suddenly, the utopia that was burning in the outside world disappeared so suddenly.

Crane forcibly "removed" the secret puppet town, ending his ritual of stabilizing the state, and the violence interrupted a steady stream of negative feedback and experiences that made people feel painful to despair.

The small city of 10,000 or 20,000 people disappeared from the foot of the snow-capped mountains, leaving only large expanses of snowless meadows, turned over dirt, and traces of human activity around the frozen river proving that the resort city once existed.

……

Anderson tries to light the flames, but to his dismay, he discovers that he seems to have lost his extraordinary abilities.

The good news is that his current body is interesting, very flexible, and has more strength than the average person. Coupled with Anderson's accumulated combat experience as an adventurer and hunter over the years, defeating the Sequence 9 Extraordinaire is a breeze.

But that's not very acceptable.

Although he also knew many people who wanted to quit the extraordinary world but were tormented by past grievances and his own strength, after all, he didn't plan to be an ordinary person again, no matter what, he was in the prime of life.

It's not a difficult choice whether to just wash your hands and be an ordinary person, or to find a way to get some extraordinary characteristics and start from scratch. Anderson threw his paintbrush and pondered about relying on this extraordinary brother and asking him to take him to other towns. As long as there are people, there are extraordinary clues, and if there are clues, the party can be found, and he can easily get some money and magic potions with his past connections.

He is an extraordinary Sequence Five in his own right, and it won't take him a few years to walk back from Sequence Nine.

Thinking about it, Anderson reached for the ceramic cup on the table. This small building that suddenly appeared even had these daily necessities, which made him couldn't help but be amazed: "I don't know if the Utopian railway can be used in the future, I remember that the station here is still very new, if it is ruined like this, it would be a pity......"

He turned his head to look out the window and saw a large expanse of bare grass.

The snow wind was howling, and Anderson's eyes widened in confusion, and he couldn't help but pinch his thigh, feeling like he was having a strange dream.

……

The situation has improved - slightly.

Unconscious, Klein felt as if someone was standing in front of him.

"It's inferior."

The man laughed, and Crane struggled to look up, unable to see the other man's face, but Crane realized that the other seemed to be in a good mood.

What's so funny? As soon as he heard the other party's laughter, Klein felt his anger soar upward, and he hated the person who was sneering at him at the moment, and he wanted to tear the other person's throat open and rip off his vocal cords.

Crane tried to get up, but his body was out of control, and he struggled to find his hands, feet, and joints, trying to hold his body up. Crane struggled for a long time, like a fish thrown on the beach and fluttering on the spot, but in the end he just rolled in a half circle in vain, from falling to the ground on his side to facing up.

He saw himself.

Or something that has a face of its own.

The thing crouched in front of his head and looked down on him, and Crane saw the other man smiling and smiling malice.

Crane decided not to pay attention to this guy for a while, and in the overwhelming negativity and the voices that tempted him to put down his bottom line and do evil, he struggled to recall whether or not the utopia had formed a symbol in the corresponding area of the spirit world - it was related to whether the ritual was successful or not.

Didn't come up with it.

He had to at least observe the spirit world in a conscious state to get the answer, but now he obviously couldn't do it. Whether it is the main body or the clone, he can't spare the strength to look at it for the time being, and he has done his best to control himself now.

Klein closed his eyes, but just then, he heard the guy above speak:

"Your ideal country is gone, and your plan to use it to stabilize your spirit and resist my influence has failed."

"Heh, the balance has been broken, how do you feel now?"

The strong emotions that churned in his heart were disgusting, and the countless deaths that had passed before him still had the afterglow of pain, all of which made Klein not want to speak. Seeing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun come up and say such gloating words, he wanted to give up controlling himself and rely on his instinctive thoughts to punch that one in the face, but the cost of doing so was too great, and Klein chose to play dead temporarily.

Tianzun was obviously satisfied with Klein's fun, and he was not dissatisfied with his faceless behavior. After all, Crane is not him, Crane is just a little ant that Tianzun didn't pinch to death because of his interest.

The strength of his whole body comes from Him, and it is a joke to say that he resists and defeats.

"I think you're right, you poor little ghost, you don't belong to this world, why protect it?"

The Lord of Mystery sighed with Crane's face and asked him in Crane's voice, "Don't you find it boring?" Your goal in life is only to 'tempt God's followers to turn away from Him,' but you never told me to destroy His Eden with your own hands. You have all the shortcomings of being human, and indecision is one of them. However, you will always realize your mistake for thousands of years to come, hehehe. ”

The Lord of Mystery sounds like a real pity:

"The thing that disappoints me the most about you is that no matter how much you say, 'Tempt them to run to freedom and to pain,' in fact, your heart yearns for the Garden of Eden, and you want to be the Lamb of God, I know that."

…… Klein had nothing to say.

Isn't this nonsense? As if he were qualified to enter such a world when he was alive, if there was a God in the old days, and if God really had a proclamation, then almost all people in the world would voluntarily kneel down and become His sheep.

What exactly are you asking for?

"The world is about to become His Garden of Eden."

The Lord of Mystery said to Klein, "That imp named Leodro will not live long, his fate is coming to an end, so Rune will soon become the land of God." I want you to give me a sign, Klein Moretti, to destroy the Garden of Eden. ”

“…… Destroy? ”

Crane understood the words of the Lord of Mysteries, for these conversations took place in each other's spirits, not so much words that needed to be listened to with the ears as spiritual exchanges that could appear directly in the mind.

An indifferent divinity poured in at the time of the creation of Crane's spirit, and these cold, ancient wills were older than time, as unshakable as a rock, and easily maintained the body on the verge of collapse and allowed him to continue to function.

Crane suddenly realized what the other party was trying to do, and when his own barely maintained mental balance was broken, the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries naturally joined in to help him maintain the balance—and assimilate his consciousness even deeper!

He tried his best to resist, but how could an existence that relied on the power of the gods be able to match the gods themselves?

This is a tipping point, a limit that cannot be crossed in any way. Even if you stack the will to see death as home, you can't surpass it.

Klein knows this better than anyone else, just like the real Creator, all they do is to stall for time in the shadows, and trade everything they have for a moment of respite and a chance to keep themselves.

Because you can't win no matter what, that's all too clear.

"Only by showing your hatred of God and His kingdom can I feel safe to continue to lend you my power. It's also for your own sake, think about it, your life is only - such a short period of time after all. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that there are your blood brothers and sisters in there...... You've cut ties with them, though, right? ”

He reached out and patted Klein on the shoulder, all with a smile on his face as he said these words.

"To me, you are full of shortcomings, full of weakness and impotence of a short life, except for a little interesting thing."

"But it doesn't matter, I'm happy to give you the opportunity to grow."

Crane stared at him, and that was the only thing he could do right now.

He felt his emotions and spirit gradually calming down, and his consciousness quickly returned to normal thresholds with the help of the Lord of Mysteries, and he was able to feel his presence again and reassemble his body, but he was still angry.

At the same time as this anger he was deeply disturbed, for he feared that it would not be long before he would have to go away with this anger.

Completely unable to resist the other party's actions, let alone hurt. The words of the Lord of Secrets were so deeply imprinted in his mind that after a moment he could only maintain this appearance by instinct and numbness.

Klein suddenly wanted to laugh sarcastically at this time, but he felt that the expression he made now was somewhat similar to the other face close at hand, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth when he smiled seemed to be the same.

The resemblance made him resentful and disgusted.

…… But even so, what can be done?

Crane thought of his brother and sister for the first time in a long time, and since that conversation, he could no longer be ashamed to regard the relatives of the body he occupied as his brother and sister. However, even so, Benson and Melissa still held a pivotal place in his heart, he did not want to see them again, he did not want to think about their affairs again, Klein knew that they were both alive, stable and relatively wealthy, and they knew that Crane was dead, and the corpse was awakened by the evil god and became a terrifying being.

The hand lying on the long bronze table slowly "got up", and one after another spirit insects seemed to be called by something, and one after another approached the position of the "fool" seat, and quickly connected to the back of the severed hand, extending the outline of an entire human from the gap in the palm of half of the hand.

The gray mist spontaneously swelled up, and a vague figure sat at the end of the long table.

Crane's hands were stretched and clenched, a little stiff, like a corpse that had just been dug out of the earth, his face bloodless and his expression cold.

Through the view of the Source Fort, he looked at the whole world in the distance.

His consciousness gradually became calm, as calm and silent as some eternal and unchanging existence, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he finally resisted the idea of carrying out the next act with a mocking expression and a playful attitude. And somewhere in his mind, Klein suddenly remembered his long-gone guide, and sadness and nostalgia flashed in his heart.

The next moment, he became an indifferent and indifferent god "fool" again.

TBC

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Did He feel that way then?

Feel your own spirit gradually become weird, feel the consciousness of another person invade your brain.

Feeling like you're no longer yourself.

A little nostalgic for the days when he wasn't a demigod, a little nostalgic for him.

When I reached the end, I wanted to tell him as a junior or a friend.

"I've ...... I've really, done my best. ”

(End of chapter)