Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 155 Gods and Gods

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After chatting with the real Outer Gods for a while, the True Creator felt that he had a lot of new ideas.

He was also more convinced that if an outer god with whom he could communicate (there was no need to even discuss whether he had enough rationality and a good temper) appeared on Earth, the Seven Gods would definitely be able to open up a new way of life (euphemism).

It is often said that human nature cannot withstand temptation, and there seems to be some truth to this.

"It is natural for God to judge things with his own authority. Just like the Mother Goddess judges that all living beings are and should be her children, He loves you humans deeply, and also loves the feeling of being a 'mother' who controls and kills you and constantly gives birth to you; just as the Mother Tree believes that all life should loyally serve desire and release malice at will, no matter how restrained the Prisoner Path is, there will be a moment of explosion, and it will definitely move closer to the image of the 'Mother of Desire'. The Mystery is tossing the fate of Gods including itself at will, and unremittingly creating 'errors' that do not exist, and you - no, the Original has been fulfilling the omniscient and omnipotent obligations and taming humans into its own lambs... Every god has his own way of existence, and they all hope that they can become the ultimate correct (original) of the universe."

"This is the way of life of the gods outside that you cannot imagine."

The real creator sat on the sofa next to him and nodded thoughtfully:
"This is indeed a method we would not choose nor would we actively engage in, but how do you deal with the madness while surviving this way?"

The Decayed King groaned for a moment and said, "I have seen many gods and many races. I think 'madness needs to be resisted' should be a moral shackle attached to you humans."

"It seems that while you are becoming gods, you also require that gods be 'yourself', instead of being willing to let go of yourself and merge with the great spirits of the past. This is the most stable way... and this method is what you call 'madness'."

"Don't the Outer Gods pay attention to themselves?" The True Creator wrote this in the notebook in his hand and waved to the third person in this space, "Medici, turn up the light."

“But Lord, you don’t need light to see, right?”

“It’s a vibe.”

Medici flicked on the chandelier in the living room.

Under the bright lights, the real creator continued to chat with the mythical creature on the other side. It was more like the tree was squatting there than sitting on the sofa. The entire sofa was made of layers of branches and vines, forming a ball of leather wrapped with deformed springs.

However, He also knew that the sofa was actually flat, and a talking green-eyed, white-haired puppet was sitting on it, chatting with the Lord. It looked at things without turning its head, and did not move its mouth when eating. What He saw was actually the "reality" at the spiritual level.

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

No one knew where this strange-shaped tree made this sound. The sound was low and hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like an old man, but if you listened carefully, it seemed like a middle-aged person's voice. It seemed like many different voices mixed together, which was weird and interesting.

"You talk." The researcher said with interest.

The decadent king held his chin in his hand, his mouth did not move when he spoke, and the sound did not come from his throat:

"According to my observation, what you call 'human nature' can be simply distinguished as good and evil, good and bad, and moral standards in the early stages. Human nature during this period can be expressed based on the choice of acting method."

"In short, although there is positive role-playing, the focus is not on the positive and negative aspects, but on the Beyonder himself. If he does not consider killing his own kind as a mistake, then strictly following positive role-playing, not killing when he can solve the problem by killing, and deliberately reminding himself to care about human life and do good deeds, is actually against his own nature, that is, 'human nature'."

"Or sometimes, positive acting itself has room for murder."

The True Creator nodded and said, "I also noticed this during the Second and Third Epochs."

"At that time, they were extremely prosperous, and those who possessed power and characteristics were often not humans. They generally regarded humans as wild animals that were easy to hunt, and the few who were intelligent and did not lack meat were treated as slaves."

"Later, under pressure from me at that time, some extraordinary races slightly raised the status of humans. But even if they rationally regarded humans as intelligent creatures rather than wild animals, they still didn't think so instinctively. They wanted to eat humans but couldn't, they wanted to use human slaves but couldn't, and they wanted to hunt humans for fun but didn't dare to offend them. Over time, they would have some problems in their hearts, and even lose control."

"Yes."

The Decayed King asked again: "How do you divide 'I am still me'? Is it divided by memory, or by one's own distinct personality? - Do you want both? No wonder you always equate loss of control with madness, but in fact they are not the same."

The True Creator thought thoughtfully: "Often both are needed."

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

"But I think the Seven Gods are no longer like this. Judging from their behavior over the years... I just think they seem to have some stereotypes about human nature and humans."

"How to say?"

"Judging from the customs of the nations ruled by the gods, I suspect that they believe that humans are 'partial', so they deliberately remind themselves of their partiality. For example, they are partial to the North Continent and the South Continent, to the high-ranking and the ordinary, to the church and the wild... Some of these are no longer just matters of interest. Later, they will use these partialities to believe that they still have human nature."

"Your topic is worth further exploration..."

"I once had a student who tried to eliminate the inequality of wealth and status among people by 'believing in the same God'. Everyone needs to hand over their property and then enjoy equal power and status... This will inevitably lead to a decline in the lives of some people, and those who reject this decline in life will be regarded as not pious enough..."

As a natural mythological creature and a war angel who has followed the Creator for several epochs and thousands of years, Medici is actually very willing to listen to the Lord talk about their glorious past.

This is different from the human concept that "people start to be nostalgic when they get old". The memory of angels with infinite lifespans is also a clear, long picture that will never fade. They simply like to hear the Creator show off and praise His former glory.

However, at this moment, the two true gods were talking in front of him, discussing something that was not unrelated to him, but had nothing to do with him. Medici felt bored after listening for two and a half minutes, and wanted to leave quickly to smoke a cigarette in the garden. He couldn't find a chance to speak, so he raised his hand to report. After he reported three times, the real creator who was immersed in the discussion turned to look at him, and then waved his hand very quickly as a response.

Medici left as if he had been pardoned. The door was too far away, so he climbed through the window. A large shoe print was left on the polished window frame.

"Great." Soran yawned loudly, and Medici felt like he was about to make her cry. "I learned a lot."

“I understand, but not completely.”

Einhorn also watched the two true gods discussing humanity and divinity. He was confused and only half understood, but felt that he would be contaminated if he continued listening: "It feels worse than... torturing the Iron Cross."

It was rare that Medici did not retort immediately. Instead, he waited until both of them finished speaking before scolding them with a smile. It can be seen that he agreed with the two conquerors' statements in his heart.

"It seems like the guys from the Iron Cross are going back. What a pity! I haven't practiced enough yet."

The Red Angel lit up a cigarette, and the way he puffed out smoke was casual and wild, as if his purpose was to taste the spiciness of the smoke rather than the so-called mellowness - if you are already smoking, don't use such illusory things to hypnotize yourself - "They received a secret report yesterday afternoon, and hurried to find You'an, and then You'an asked the Lord for instructions, and the Lord approved them to go."

Medici jokingly said to himself:
"The hunters will take action upon hearing this, and this land will be in arms."

……

"In the universe, it is unimaginable that there are multiple true gods on one planet. Embracing great ideas, stepping into the starry sky, roaming and fighting is the right, or the 'popular' choice."

"I see. It seems that the initial awakening has given the Earth too much favor."

"That's right. Even if there are, they are usually non-adjacent pathways. Adjacent pathways should have finished fighting long ago. Earth has too many pathways, but has formed a certain circle and a magical balance. It is indeed unique."

"So, I have always had a question - why is there no other dual-path true god besides you?"

"I was very curious about this, and then I studied the human mythology (Zhenzo raised his head)... the version after you died (Zhenzo was shot in the knee), and the only conclusion I could draw from it was: maybe because the god of death died, creatures no longer had the certainty of the afterlife, so each god began to promise his believers 'after death'... This shows that humans are afraid of death, and gods are no exception. If you are afraid of death and fear the end of the world, why do you still want to kill the Lord of the Star Realm? Why don't you take action on the adjacent path?"

The Decayed King raised his own question: "If you had really gotten rid of the Origin at that time, or even went a step further, I might have left with half of my Essence and come back in the future. But you actually died and were divided and eaten. Isn't the 'death' that humans fear a specific concept? Death due to robbing adjacent paths is not as good as dying at the end of the world? Why is this?"

"I can't answer your question."

The True Creator was embarrassed. "I can only understand my failure at that time as underestimating the desire and ambition of those three bastards for power. The backup plan I prepared was not for dealing with that battle, and the other gods present chose to watch the show."

There was no change in expression on the Outer God's face, but the True Creator somehow sensed a sense of ridicule.

Just as He was about to enumerate His sins, the Outer God suddenly received a call. A moment later, He accepted the sacrifice and took out a paper report.

The real creator took a look and saw a string of capital handwritten words on the cover: "Experimental Report on the Hybridization of Apple Trees and Broiler Chickens"

…The True Creator turned his head hesitantly and stared at the snow-white wall. After a few seconds of confusion, he looked again. He began to wonder if the brains or imaginations of the current scientific researchers had gone astray, or if they had gone astray together.

The decadent king was not surprised. He got a red pen from somewhere, flipped through the table of contents and cover, and then ticked the box.

“…This is also your student.”

"No." The Outer God said, "At most, he is just a free-for-all in the open class."

"Let me take a look at his report. We can talk about other things later. Since you accepted my agreement, I will always lend you my power curse. Maybe it is more comfortable for you to be crazy than awake."

The True Creator couldn't hide his curiosity: "I want to know some details of this experiment."

The Decayed King wasn’t stingy: “He wanted to cross-breed apple trees with broiler chickens so that chickens would grow from the trees like apples.”

"Who taught him to do this experiment?!"

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

The True Creator's indescribable emotions lessened a little: "If you want to change the taste and texture, the Earth Path can do it."

"But in this case, chickens are not necessarily needed in the experiment. So he proposed a bold hypothesis in this report." The Decayed King flipped to a page at the back of the table of contents and read it out in a stable mood:
"Since we don't necessarily need live chickens anymore, why not develop apples with multiple flavors, starting with roasted chicken flavor."

The True Creator didn't know what to say for a moment, and the Outer God had already naturally begun to comment: "Very good, the difference between this experiment and the previous one is that the genes of broiler chickens are natural and can be encoded into apples by extraordinary power, but roasted chicken is a man-made food. It is an interesting idea to grow apples that taste like roasted chicken without relying on seasonings but in a normal way."

"Pass, start preparing."

"You wait."

The True Creator's expression was somewhat distorted: "Are you actually trying to destroy the earth using species invasion and genetic modification technology?"

"No." The Decayed King took out a fish from the sacrificial items and threw it into the hands of the True Creator.

"The taste of the improved red wine fish is 99% similar to the red wine produced by Intis Mist Winery. The meat is delicious and you can pan-fry the whole fish. The internal organs and bones will melt when exposed to temperatures above degrees."

"This is his first finished product, want to try it?"

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At dusk on December 12st, at 31 Narcissus Street, Tingen City.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and laughed:
"I have already booked a second-class steam train ticket to Backlund on January 1rd."

Sitting in the restaurant, Melissa said with a few newspapers spread out in front of her, looking a little worried:
"Benson, the air in Backlund is too bad. A few days ago, tens of thousands of people died of poisoning and diseases caused by the heavy smog..."

"This is a truly regrettable and sad thing."

Benson walked towards the restaurant and sighed, "But both the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. There will be corresponding legislation soon to regulate the emission of smoke and wastewater. What will greet us is a new Backlund. You don't need to worry too much."

At this point, he smiled sarcastically:

"Just now when I came back from Iron Cross Street, I found that many factory owners or their employees from Backlund were recruiting people there. They said that due to the smog and the plague, the factories there were short-handed, so they were willing to promise working hours and minimum wages that would be much better than the current prevailing standards, hehe."

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

"As more and more people flock to Backlund, it is doomed to be impossible to achieve unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and make direct regulations." Benson spread his hands and pointed at the dining table. "Okay, we should welcome the New Year."

There were three sets of knives and forks, three empty china plates, and three cups on the table.

Of the three cups, one was beer and two were ginger beer.

Their windows were closed, and it was pitch black outside, but Benson and Melissa were unaware.

Night fell over the block where the house was located, but passers-by seemed oblivious to the night sky.

The stars are high in the night sky, and ethereal and peaceful songs are echoing. The souls of spiritual creatures are being comforted one by one until their spirits dissipate. Deliberate coincidences are being noticed and resisted, and many battles that are imperceptible to mortals have come to an end.

A lady with eyes as bright as stars floated in the air, watching every move here.

After a long time, the "Eye of the Goddess" spoke:
"Praise the goddess, Ince Zangwill really did attack the family of Mr. Klein Moretti, one of Tingen's guardians."

Soest's figure emerged from the dark corner, with a lot of injuries on his body, but not serious.

He reported calmly:

"All the spirits summoned by Ince Zangwill have been destroyed."

Da, Da, the necromancer mentor Daly with blue eyeshadow and hair tied up appeared beside him. She often smiled now, and there was a silver ring on the base of her right ring finger, with a circle of spells engraved on it, and her left hand would brush over it from time to time.

She said: "I have completed all the psychic communication and confirmed that the attack for today is over."

"However, tomorrow's will come soon, and we need to hurry and move the Moretti family."

After that, she looked towards the other side of the wall and said with a smile, "Tomorrow will be your home court."

"Eye of the Goddess" Illya also looked over there. Her voice was ethereal and contained a strong sense of peace: "Leonard Mitchell, their train tickets have been booked for the day after tomorrow. You must accompany them all the way and protect their safety. Shelter them and bring them safely to Backlund, under the watchful eyes of the Goddess."

"We will hide in the dark, and you will be their first line of defense."

"You have successfully stopped Ince Zangwill's conspiracy. Your own uniqueness will also make you his primary target."

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

Leonard set foot on the land of Tingen after a long absence. He glanced at the window of the Moretti family not far away. He saw three cups of drinks in the warm yellow light, and saw Klein's brother and sister who smiled and toasted and then showed a look of loss. He found that the burden on his shoulders was heavy, and his eyes were more determined than ever.

"I'm willing to risk my life to protect the hero's family."

Leonard solemnly drew a red moon on his chest: "Praise the Goddess!"

Everyone said, "Praise the goddess!"

TBC
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"Thank you, great 'mentor'! My red wine fish is actually complete. It has stable genes, can reproduce, is rich in nutrition, and will not pose a threat to other species. It also has a short growth cycle and can be used as a food for long-distance travel!"

"It's just that the captain doesn't look very happy. It doesn't matter. Everyone is very happy about my success. It's just that they always seem to have trouble grasping the cooking temperature, and every time my fish is burned to ashes."

(End of this chapter)