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

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After a while - not long, Amon set foot on the land of the East Continent again.

The sun above his head made him feel a little hot, but the death that followed him like a shadow kept reminding him of the end of this journey.

Going to Chernobyl, He thought to himself, or perhaps someone said to Him in His ear, your father (I) once came out of there, and now He (I) is waiting for you there, so you must go back, return to Him (Me).

The Land Forsaken by Gods. He really wanted to continue calling it the Land Forsaken by Gods. After all, the God who favored this place was still dead, and had died long ago. To Amon, as long as it was not the Ancient Sun God who favored the Eastern Continent, the people here were all abandoned by Gods.

Of course, He is the only one who thinks so. Today, the people of the East Continent have received the attention of the Fool. They have sunshine and a variety of safe and healthy food. The Fool is about to fulfill His promise of salvation. The vast land in the north of the North Continent has almost been taken by Him. It is the new home of the descendants of the giants in the outside world, and it will soon become the new home of Silver City and Moon City.

Although he was rushing towards death, Amon had no choice, so he maintained a relatively even speed.

After walking for a while on the road away from the ruins of the Giant King's Court, Amon saw signs of human activities.

After seeing the campsite with the characteristics of the Eastern Continent, Amon immediately recalled many things - taking one or two lanterns or stealing some things from the campsite when passing by was the most gentle thing. He once stole the lights of an entire city-state that converted to the true creator overnight. He listened to the intermittent screams and various cries coming from the darkness, and watched the pagans who had abandoned the ancient sun god being attacked by "shadows", monsters and secrets. In less than a minute, there was no one left alive.

The true Creator will not save you, Amon thought jokingly, He has gone mad and can't save Himself.

He will only use his delirium to convert you, so that you can get what he thinks is salvation in the illusion, and finally fall into madness. When everyone is crazy, there will naturally be no more pain and despair of surviving in the darkness.

Just like that, after walking slowly for a while, Amon saw the Afternoon Town Camp of Silver City, which was built using abandoned buildings.

Behind the barrier formed by huge rocks and stone pillars, a bonfire was burning quietly. Under the illumination of the light, members of the Silver City Exploration Team were patrolling or guarding to prevent accidents.

This reminded Amon of this city-state, Moon City, and his clone's experience traveling with Klein on the Eastern Continent.

After the true Creator ceased to exist, the people here were handed over to "The Fool", that is, Klein Moretti.

To be honest, Amon was shocked when he first learned this information.

Because He did not believe that the traitor Sasriel would actually want to find a buyer for the remaining humans in the East Continent, even if this was the anchor given by the other party to win over the Fool, even if this was just a pretense, handing over those believers and humans as objects, but the result was not that these people had a chance to survive? Admitting that Sasriel really wanted to save these people, rather than unilaterally tempting them to fall, and really wanted to grab something, to save something, was like denying his previous behavior.

It's like admitting that everything you did before was just meaningless venting of anger and personal grudges.

Amon was not happy to see this scene.

It is true that He has no morals and is not bound by morality. He can kill whomever He wants without finding any reason.

But Amon thought that he was dealing with these traitors from the perspective of the ancient sun god... But he didn't really care. Even though his father might agree more with the ideas of the real creator, it didn't stop Amon from hating these people.

Amon could do whatever he wanted because the sun god would not criticize him.

So He decided to make the survivors of the East Continent disappear completely, but He didn't want to give them a quick death, so He gradually parasitized these people, allowing the symbol of the monocle to spread like pollution, bringing countless horrors, and finally completely engulfing the two city-states.

After doing all this, indeed, just like every time he dealt with a betrayer in the past, Amon felt in a good mood.

but……

"what is that?"

In the Afternoon Town camp not far ahead, a "Dawn Knight" who was nearly two meters and three meters tall was standing on the barrier, looking into the distance.

After the sun cleared most of the dangers, the death rate of people was greatly reduced, and the food sources of many monsters were reduced. Now they only needed to guard against some monsters that came out to hunt for food during the day. But even so, these warriors would not slack off.

Suddenly, he saw a human-shaped shadow approaching in the distance.

That is... "Dawn Knight" frowned slightly, he thought of something and felt a little excited.

The people who wore clothes completely different from those in Silver City and Moon City, and who could walk freely in the East Continent, were recorded as the two messengers of the "Fool", or the "Angel of the Word" Stiver who was erratic, sometimes helping them, sometimes hostile to them, and looked a little mentally abnormal. At this moment, a stranger who obviously did not belong to the East Continent appeared, which made the "Knight of Dawn" inexplicably excited, wondering if the messenger had returned and was ready to take the second group of people to the outside world.

But, hadn't the first group of people just left not long ago? Just a week, was this enough time for them to build their next residence in the outside world? Most importantly, was that really the "Emissary of God"? The "Dawn Knight" was full of thoughts.

Then the thought disappeared from his mind.

Amon, who stole this idea, was a little surprised. For the first time, he felt that the "idea" he stole was not right. He felt as if he had stolen a set of iterated data, not a person's thoughts.

It is difficult for people other than Amon to understand something as mysterious as "feel", but Amon clearly felt that the humans in front of him did not seem to be real humans, but flesh and blood perfectly simulated with memory, data, and spirituality. They still had extraordinary characteristics and were also programmed with a calculated lifespan. They were not real humans, but rather a bit like spiritual creatures.

Amon pondered for a moment, and when he looked up at these people again, there was no interest in his eyes.

"It turns out they are all dead..."

The God of Deception pinched his monocle thoughtfully, and raised the corners of his mouth in joy: "So that's how it is. I thought it was a 'miracle' of resurrection... Heh, it seems that even Sefirah Castle cannot accomplish such a big miracle."

"I was wondering, I killed you all, parasitized you all, why are you still alive? At that time, Sefirah Castle was still in my hands. I thought there should be some of you who were resurrected by the 'Miracle', some of you are His puppets, and some of you are the creations of the Demon of Knowledge, so I was planning to incite you to rebel and make you realize that your family, friends, and relatives who are with you are all beautiful dreams made by the 'Fool'. I didn't expect that you are actually the product of 'reappearance', so there is no point in deceiving you."

Amon laughed and directly cheated the distance, passed through the Afternoon Town camp, and arrived directly in front of the Silver City.

He looked at the "people" coming and going in the city, the "people" patrolling back and forth on the city wall, the "people" who were eating, resting, playing instruments and singing poems praising the Creator, and the "people" with smiles on their faces collecting food... Amon looked at these people, these resurrected "people", and these groups of vivid data. The smile on his face gradually widened:
"Klein, you should know what your believers are, right? But you still decided to protect them and treat them as real people. It seems that you are better than me at deceiving yourself."

"Kill them again? Not impossible. I had really planned to do so, but Klein should be integrating the uniqueness now, and it is impossible for him to clearly sense my actions. Before he wakes up, the Demon of Knowledge will definitely make up for the 'people' I killed, so there is no need for me to do this."

Amon pinched his right eye socket and walked towards the east.

……

The next day, Saturday.

The sky seemed to be even grayer, and no one spoke for a long time in the house where the Moretti family lived.

After returning from get off work at noon, Benson stood behind the bay window with a serious expression, looking at the pedestrians hurrying by outside, wondering what he was thinking.

Melissa sat on the sofa next to the coffee table, lowering her head, looking at the simple machines she made, as if she had turned into a statue. "Huh, anyway, the Thunder Church is actively maintaining order, and the two batches of relief food from Feynaport are gradually getting society back on track." Benson exhaled, touched his hairline, turned around, and forced a smile, "Anyway, Backlund is definitely safer than most places. Melissa, take a rest for a while, don't we have social practice activities in the afternoon?"

Melissa didn't look up, and said in a vague voice:
"Klein found a good job, and our lives gradually improved. But then, an accident took him away..."

"We moved away from Tingen and prepared to start a new life. You got the government employee position you wanted, and I entered university and started on the right path. As a result, the war broke out..."

"We finally adapted to this environment and prayed that the war would end soon, but in the end, the emperor was killed in a bombing..."

"Finally, order became a little more stable, and the Thunderbolt Church began to maintain the country. As a result, the evil god took away Klein's soul, the goddess's church disappeared, and we lost our faith. We had to convert to the Thunderbolt God..."

Having said this, Melissa slowly raised her head and looked at her brother with a confused look.

"Benson, is it so difficult to obtain and maintain a life that is just a little better than before?"

Benson spoke out of turn. Looking at his sister's confused and sad eyes, the eldest brother who had taken on the responsibility of the family at an early age and had always acted as a reliable and optimistic pillar of the family in front of his younger siblings also fell silent.

"I'm sorry." Melissa said softly after a dead silence.

"You don't have to apologize, Melissa." Benson forced himself to smile. "None of us did anything wrong, but life and fate are like this. Misfortunes always come one after another. ... Forget it, let's not talk about this. Do you want to sleep for a while? Or have a snack?"

"No, I'll be back to my room soon."

Melissa stood up quietly, lowered her head, and walked towards her room in a depressed mood. She put her hand on the door handle, and after a while, she whispered to Benson:

"Benson, the professors of the Thunder Church want us all to convert, and they don't seem to plan to continue to recruit female students. Benson, I'm so worried. I finally got into college. If I convert to the Thunder God, will I be expelled?"

"No, Melissa, don't scare yourself."

Benson was also shocked by his sister's speech. He was a little nervous, but he couldn't act nervous in front of his sister, which would further infect his sister with bad emotions. He quickly used his eloquence to comfort his sister: "Don't be too nervous, Melissa. Didn't the church issue a notice to introduce the faith of the Church of Mother Earth?"

"I heard that the Church of Mother Earth encourages childbirth, work, and learning for women. Maybe we can choose to convert to Mother Earth at that time. That way, we should be able to continue our studies. Haha, you are the first batch of students at Backlund University of Technology. No matter what, you will not be fired."

Melissa listened to Benson's words quietly. She said nothing, just nodded and went into the house to rest.

The two of them were at home for less than two hours at noon, so they didn't turn on the gas to keep warm. Benson came to the sofa with a blanket in his arms, closed his eyes in the gradually cold room, and wanted to take a nap, but he couldn't fall asleep.

A whole afternoon passed like this.

In the afternoon, he returned to work feeling tired and depressed.

Benson worked diligently, constantly shifting his attention from one document to another, handling the various events at hand with the same high efficiency as before. So far, the fact that the salary of government employees had not been reduced was his greatest psychological comfort. He urgently needed to use busy work to cover up his uneasiness and his powerlessness in the face of the turbulent reality.

During the occasional break, he walked into the lounge with a cup of rich coffee, ready to smoke a cigarette to relieve his mood.

As soon as he entered, he heard his colleagues talking in low voices.

"Have you heard? The young lady of the Hall family seems to have left home. The Hall family announced that she left the family because she was engaged..." Benson was not very familiar with this colleague, but he seemed to be a child of a small noble family who could not inherit the title and property. Therefore, he had more knowledge about the affairs among the nobles. "...The young lady Hall seemed to have only come of age last year. She is not yet 20 years old this year. I don't know where she married... She was so favored, and I thought the wedding would be held with great fanfare, but it ended like this."

At this point, he laughed a few times and said teasingly, "Maybe there is some hidden story."

"I seem to have an impression of the lady you mentioned. Is she the one who runs the foundation?" There are still many people who love gossip. Another colleague who was smoking immediately responded with great interest, "During this period, the church has exposed many scandals of the royal family. Maybe something happened to this Miss Hall, so her family hurriedly sent her away."

A group of people started discussing these unreasonable speculations enthusiastically.

Benson was not interested in this, he slowly closed the door and prepared to go to another lounge. At this moment, several security guards and police inspectors passed by him, and they were discussing another kind of secret in a low voice:
"Have you heard? There seem to be a lot of strange things happening in Beckland."

"Someone would suddenly wake up after falling asleep and find themselves in another place, a strange city."

Benson was somewhat curious about this kind of thing. He followed the two colleagues and listened to them continue, "Yes! I heard that there is an openly evil god's church in that city, but no one knows which evil god it is."

"I also heard that some people saw dead people there... A man whose fiancée had died woke up and found himself in that city. He even saw his fiancée working in the company! But he didn't have time to do anything because he fell asleep again."

"There is actually such a thing..." Another person was horrified.

Being able to see the dead... Benson clenched his fists suddenly, which reminded him of bad things. He didn't want to listen anymore, so he immediately turned around and left, entering a quiet lounge.

Those people were still whispering:

"In those secret gatherings, some people have started spreading beliefs related to demons again."

"The church should regulate it, but..."

"...Who knows what form those damn temptations will take this time? If we want to eliminate the devil's faith, I think we should close down that food factory first! Do you know how many people die there every day?"

"Ten at most, and no casualties for at least two months."

Another person asked back: "Then do you know how much tax the food factory has to pay to the church every month?"

The speaker paused for a moment: "I don't know." His attitude remained tough: "But I think they are the real devils! If we want to protect the people of Backlund, we should first confiscate this industry and then return it to the church!"

"Forget about it." Another person said, "If you investigate carefully, you will find that they provide nearly a thousand jobs..."

There was a pause in the conversation, and the two extraordinary people from the church spoke in low voices and gradually walked away.

TBC
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Leonard arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain last night and finally entered Intis today.