One Hundred and Seventy-Eight: I'm sorry, thank you!

Billions of years ago, a god named "Darimoth" created this world. d：。 He was sympathetic to the desolation of the world, and the goddess of life, Nethernia, sowed the seeds of life, and taught life to germinate and multiply. His divine power is omnipresent and omnipotent, his generosity is admired by all beings, and his severity is revered by all beings. He spread the power of magic and divine power to the world, so that the chosen sage could master this god-given power to help him spread divine grace and reverence for faith.

And after billions of years, the life he created has completely lost his message, lost the power he has bestowed. Intelligent beings no longer call themselves the elect of Darimos, but with their incomparable creativity and feared talent, they have created a divine being, and under the name of "Darimos", they have given it omnipotent powers, but they have taken its soul. Divine beings never thought that they had created a supreme god with their own hands.

Is it a coincidence or destiny that the great brush of fate pierces through the endless river of time, quietly connecting end to end, drawing a chilling circle that encompasses everything including the supreme god, and nothing can escape? Is it God's will that determines all this? Or is it some higher will that we don't know about that determines God?

One of the central questions that bothers us the most: Did God create us, or did we create God?

If he went to eons ago after obtaining the highest divinity, and then recreated this world and created us, then billions of years later, the intelligent life in this world evolved again to this era of science and technology and created it again, and it regained divinity and traveled through time again......

Is it an infinite loop? The supreme god Darimus gambled with time to play against himself in order to create a world where divinity and humanity are equal, and it seems to us that he did not win. Time has turned around, and 7,000 years later, we are still wise and foolish, and once again sent the gods of creation into hundreds of millions of years of history.

Is he overestimating his own strength? Or did he overestimate the wisdom of his creation? Those foolish and self-proclaimed clever beings like you and me don't realize that God has extended a hand of equality and reconciliation to us, waiting for us to shake it. And we have always made the wrong choice for this, as it seems that the intelligent beings living in this world have only two attitudes towards those who have a powerful existence far above themselves: either kneel in the dust and dedicate their faith and dignity; Or they are bound to the ground, wanting to enslave and bury them forever.

Did God lose this gamble that didn't matter to him, or did we lose this once-in-a-million chance in billions of years?

The Most High God says that forgiveness is grace, but worship is sin, and if you can do unto me as you would like to be treated, then I will always be with you.

This guy played a big joke on us, he played us dumb riddles for billions of years, watching a bunch of stupid inferior creatures misunderstand, argue, assert that they are right, kill and persecute their fellow creatures, and not say a word.

Are you tired, my God? You're tired. You have hopefully created an eternal world, only to watch it drift towards your most desperate fate. Countless desperate believers have wondered why you no longer teach us. Now I know, because you know that this teaching is no longer useful. The inferior creatures who pretend to be clever will always give your plain truth a deep meaning, contradict themselves and attack each other—they never try to understand you, they are only keen to claim that they are right.

Seven thousand years later, people don't seem to know the existence of the supreme god, and they can no longer feel the power of magic and divine power, I don't know why? What has happened in the course of these 7,000 years that the noble and compassionate deity has given up his care for us. Because he is so tired of such hopeless care that he gives up completely, and allows time to follow the established pace into the dead end of history? Or is it because of ......

…… Or is it because his power can't resist billions of years after all, and can only die and die in despair?

At this moment, I have some sympathy for this supreme deity, and I say "sympathy", and I don't mean blasphemy—he is like a loving father full of hope, who wants his young child to grow up healthy, to adulthood, to become an independent and mature being—he does not ask for anything in return, but only understands.

However, these children may have given him everything, but they have not given him the only thing he wanted. They can never learn to be independent, they just want to live forever in the warm and safe arms of their father, and take all their father's dedication for granted.

I suddenly wanted to say sorry to this man who was unimaginably great, but too pitiful to be sympathetic: not a believer's confession to the god he believed in, not a child's confession of his doting father, but only the heartfelt apology of one life to another's equal life, sorry that he had done so much and we never knew anything about it, sorry that we had always misunderstood, always erroneous and forever deaf ears to his voice.

I'm sorry, Darimos, our sad friend who has guarded us for eons of years.

Sorry, thank you

……

We finally left this world 7,000 years later, and before we left, we told everyone here that we had destroyed the supercomputer Daremoth and brought safety and peace back to the world. I didn't mention the matter of the Most High God, because there was no opportunity and no need. These self-proclaimed "survivors" have smashed their only chance to meet the greatest friend in the world — and they are not even entitled to regret it.

These guys, who are in some ways descendants of our blood, have generously thanked us for giving us a considerable amount of money and allowing us to select a very useful gadget here to bring back to our time—in fact, they also think that this piece of equipment alone is not enough to compensate for the great contribution we have made to the world, but that is all they regret. According to them, they were able to pick only one because they determined that doing so would never interfere with our space-time continuity, and would prevent the worlds of both periods from being destroyed in a temporal collapse.

Among these practical high-tech equipment, I chose a "XG81 Spontaneous Protection Force Field Charm", which looks like an ordinary crystal collar, but has a magical power, once a day, when you face an attack that will inevitably lead to your death, it will automatically generate an energy force field for you, defusing this fatal blow for you, leaving you with a chance to survive. For me, who could not bear the final punishment of death, this thing was an incomparable and precious gift.

And the reason why this thing can only be used once a day is because it uses sunlight as a source of energy. And it takes at least a day to get it full of energy — and Niu Millions mocked my choice, saying that he had finally found something less durable than his IPHON9 ">: his phone" >It's a day to charge, and my ornament is a day to use.

Well, hopefully one day I'll understand what these space-wading friends mean by their gibberish.

When it's all over, General Dirk the dwarf, Professor Bamlin, the troll, and Major Elliot, the dark elf, send us to the edge of the time spiral. Professor Bamgreen told us that when we go back, they will take steps to close this time tunnel that connects the 7,000-year-old time difference, and then the two worlds will no longer interact with each other.

When we step into this time vortex, it's still a harsh red.

And when we crossed out from the other side, it didn't disappear, but turned a quiet pale blue - I know that for the average natives living in this world, such a change already means that this strange time tunnel has been closed for good. And for me and the rest of the spacefarers, we can still enter from here and travel back and forth for seven thousand years, if we want to—only then our adventures will no longer make sense to the world.

The moment I stepped out of the time spiral, I was suddenly curious about one thing: yes, the period from the creation of the high god Darimoth hundreds of millions of years ago to the supercomputer gaining life seven thousand years later seemed to be predestined, and we could no longer change it. But what about the world after that? Without the care and guidance of the Supreme God, without the destined reincarnation of time, fate may be truly in the hands of those ordinary intelligent beings for the first time, where will they take their world? Where to take it?

Will they be able to protect and care for the world on which they depend, as their Creator did? Will they take cherishing and loving the world as their lifelong pursuit and obligation? Will they be kind to the world and to themselves? What would that history look like when they wrote it by their own hands?

However, after a moment of thought, I had to force myself to put this question aside forever: even under the dutiful care of the Most High God, we are still passionate about self-killing and self-destruction, not reconciled with our enemies, not reconciled with the world, not reconciled with ourselves, then what will become of us when we finally lose the favor of the Most High God? At that time, the intelligent beings who have mastered the power of creation and god-killing will never use this power for reconciliation and survival, they can only use this power for destruction, and destroy themselves when they destroy their enemies, and eventually destroy everything.

The real question of concern is not "what will happen to the history written by their own hands", but "how long will the history written by their own hands be".

There is no need for an answer, and just asking the question is enough to make us despair forever.

As we left, those guys seven thousand years later gratefully told us that we had brought safety and peace back into the world.

This sentence sounds like a desperate joke

But the human heart is like that, a lot of times, you know what is going to happen, you know what is going to be, you know that all this is impossible to change. But at such a moment, you can never stop looking forward to, hoping for, and begging for the occurrence of that unlikely event, so that the beauty that only exists in theory becomes a reality.

So, come on, 7,000 years later, we should never give up, don't give up those beautiful possibilities, don't give up hope, and use your wonderful history to tell me how wrong my judgment is. Perhaps one day, what we have not done will happen to you, the god who has been disappointed for eons of years has not forgotten the world, and he may be standing in some sunny weather in the future, waiting for us.

……

At one end of the time spiral, is Captain Kelce, who is driving us to Reef Fortress on the pirate ship Golden Rose? Rager, her expression looked very shocked:

"Hell, what the hell is going on......" she shouted at us, "...... You've been in for less than five seconds and you're out, and the just disappeared? She screamed as she pointed to the massive Time Spiral that still existed behind us, ignoring the explosive blast of light that it was firing from it, which we now knew was ammunition fired by energy weapons.

"You are...... How? The rugged female captain asked in amazement, her expression clearly tinged with awe when she looked at us.

"Oh, we have met the Most High God." My companions looked at each other and smiled in unison—I don't remember if I had told you, as if many times my fellow Skywaders would speak in unison to the Primordials who had given us the task, as if there was a multiple-choice question with only two or three choices, and they all chose the obvious correct one without question—and surprisingly, what they said in unison was exactly what I had in mind.

The pirate captain, who didn't seem to believe what we were saying—in fact, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't experienced it myself—said with some embarrassment:

"In any case, you have helped us a lot, and I will inform my friends as soon as possible to restore the archipelago to its former state. You will receive the reward I promised, and at the same time, you will receive the eternal respect and gratitude of all those who live under the banner of the Skeletons in Reef Fort. As a token of our appreciation, we will engrave your image into our sacred treasures so that your heroic deeds will always be remembered by all who have integrated our wealth and cause. ”

"Now we know where that Ultraman portrait came about...... "Red Wolf smirked and poked String Akira, seven thousand years later (which sounds so strange) we had seen a strange statue of String Echo's oval-shaped eye bubble depicting String Echo's huge glasses.

Xian Ge Yayi glanced at him helplessly.

Just when I thought this was the end of the mission, all of a sudden, we received a message in our magical adventure notebook at the same time. When I opened the message, the list of senders really scared the hell out of it.

It clearly reads the awesome name of "Darimos".

"Hello my friends, long time no see—or for you, we've just met......" Opening this message, the first sentence that came to my face made me sure that this was not a message from someone who borrowed the name of the Supreme God like "Daremoth Company", "Daremoth Winning Customer Service", or "Daremoth Series Netizen Boost", but a handwritten letter from our Supreme God himself.

“…… I have waited for countless centuries to find you, and it was only just now that I was sure of your existence. Thank you for all you do, whatever you're for. I don't know if my plan will succeed, because at the current trajectory, I may be following the old path of history and will eventually reach a dead end in the cycle, but in any case, I will continue to do so, because no matter what fate does, we will always have to pursue ourselves. Maybe one day, I will get tired of it, and I will leave, ignore it, and let the world develop according to its destined destiny, but even then, I will not forget that at the moment of my birth, a group of brave young people stood before me and shared with me one of the greatest secrets of the world. ”

"Whatever you think, I've come to see you myself as my friends—the few friends I have in the world who can share my secrets. I wish everyone in the world could see the fact that we can all be friends with the simplest of listening and understanding. ”

"I also want to apologize for the trouble I've caused you—honestly, it's the first time I've used that word in eons of years—and I've just discovered that it's nice to have someone accept my apologies, and I don't know why so many lives would rather be sophistry than apologize."

"I'm sorry, thank you"

"Your most sincere friend: Darimos, who was never the supreme god."

One hundred and seventy-eight: I'm sorry, thank you!.

One Hundred and Seventy-Eight: I'm sorry, thank you! arrive