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

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Along with the familiar cry of a baby, Alan was surprised to find that the giant snake that was staring at him coldly actually slowly turned its head and looked in a farther direction.

He felt that he subtly saw the body language of "doubt" from the snake, as if it had just discovered that he was not its target, but the owner of the cry was.

The faint crying sound came from all directions, as if you heard the meowing of a cat on the street below the music building when you were sleeping soundly, which made your hair stand on end. Alan couldn't tell where the sound came from, and the giant snake didn't seem to be able to tell either. Although he didn't know what was happening, he clearly knew at this moment that it was his little son who was crying.

He was extremely anxious, but couldn't say a word in the face of life-threatening danger.

The huge silver head slowly looked around, searching for its target. A mysterious silver-white river emerged from the depths of its eyes. The river had forked a long time ago, but if you look ahead along the river into the unknown fog, you can see that they will eventually merge together again in the future.

After a while, it looked somewhere and started moving without hesitation. Its huge body was inconsistent with its fast speed. When it started to move, the surrounding scenery was stretched into blurred lines.

Allen felt the shackles on his body gradually loosen. The silvery giant snake was already moving in a certain direction, abandoning the human it had captured. He pulled one hand out with difficulty, slapped the snake's body hard, and shouted:

"monster!"

"Look here! I'm here!! You weirdo!!"

The giant snake's blood-red eyes didn't even move a bit because of the human's provocation and shouting. It moved its body slightly and threw Alan out, falling straight down from an unknown height in the void.

Alan couldn't help but scream out loud because of the fear and the strange feeling of falling. He twitched violently on the bed, then suddenly opened his eyes and saw the maid and Wilma looking at him with concern. Alan, who was still in shock, saw his wife's worried expression and immediately thought of everything that happened in the false "waking up" dream. He subconsciously broke out in a cold sweat and used his hands and feet to move away from his wife's hand that was reaching out to touch his forehead.

He pushed away the maid who brought him warm water. Alan's temples were throbbing and he didn't dare to get close to anything.

Breathing hard to ease the fear in his heart, he looked around the room panicky, as if looking for something.

There were some photos and ornaments placed on the walls of the bedroom in a normal manner. The vase contained yesterday's flowers, and today's freshest flowers had not yet been delivered by the store that cooperated with the hospital. His and Wilma's wedding photo was hung on the wall, and both of them had sincere and happy smiles.

There was nothing he was looking for—what was he looking for?

Alan was a little confused. From the moment he woke up, what he saw in the dream had quickly disappeared from his mind.

It was like the foam floating on the sea meeting the sun. In just over ten seconds, Alan had completely forgotten everything he had just experienced in his dream. He forgot the strange snake, his dream within a dream, and the crying of his child. In his heart, he still had an instinctive fear of his wife and the uneasiness after facing something extremely terrifying, but he had forgotten why he was afraid and uneasy.

He was puzzled and gradually calmed down.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that her husband's emotions were finally calming down, Wilma took the warm water from the maid's tray and brought it to Allen's mouth:

"You were struggling and shouting violently in your dream just now, which scared us all, so I quickly asked Liya to pour some water."

As she spoke, Wilma's palm had already touched Allen's forehead. The latter twitched subconsciously, but did not dodge. She breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, you don't have a fever." Then she asked: "Did you have a nightmare?"

This sentence gave Alan a strange sense of familiarity. He usually had a good sleep quality and rarely dreamed, let alone nightmares. But he seemed to have just heard his wife ask this question not long ago, which made him feel a little scared again.

He took the cup hesitantly and took a sip of the warm water. After a long time, Alan's lips moved.

Velma didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"There was a snake..."

Alan was still in shock, his pupils were somewhat dilated, and he stammered as he said:

"A snake is chasing me..."

……

On the illusory plain, people wearing simple robes like those in ancient oil paintings walked slowly.

A faintly visible silver-white river appeared on the ground, but disappeared the next second. Between "following the guidance of fate" and "following the guidance of the aggregation of extraordinary characteristics", Ouroboros chose the latter.

Logically, He should choose the former because it is more mystical and more in line with the symbolism of Their path.

Similarly, it stands to reason that only when the "guidance of destiny" and the "guidance of extraordinary characteristics" overlap and point directly to Will, Ouroboros can fully confirm that he has won the battle with Will, and that destiny has finally chosen him to become a god.

"Waiting" is the most universal method in this approach.

The "destiny" approach often does not require effort, and completely denies effort, leaving everything to luck and fate.

Long before everyone embarked on this path, "fate" had already begun to filter.

If other extraordinary people can still find magic potions on their own, then those who choose the path of "fate" are almost all destined by heaven. Among those who are born with good luck and extraordinary inspiration, some can be discovered and guided by predecessors of the "fate" path, some take other paths, and some can only be confused and regarded as crazy. Good luck will not let them die, they can survive no matter what, but the innate high inspiration will make them restless for the rest of their lives.

The former is the normal state of this path, while the latter two are just bad luck.

After becoming an Extraordinary Person, this becomes even more obvious. How high you can go depends on how lucky you are. If you are lucky, you can pick up recipes and materials when you go out. If you are unlucky, you will never find an opportunity in your life, or you will become someone else's material when you go out.

As one of the highest-sequence Beyonders currently existing on this path, Ouroboros had long felt that there might be some problems with his path itself. He seemed to be able to control good and bad luck and weave the fate of others, which met all people's imaginations of the "fate" path - but in fact, the authority of fate was too dispersed and in high demand, and the source incarnations seemed to have some ability in terms of fate.

The higher they go, the more the extraordinary people on this path will realize that they can influence the fate of others but cannot control their own fate.

Everything about them seems to have been predetermined.

If you want to get something, you must exchange it for something, otherwise you can only watch fate unfold.

If Ouroboros guessed correctly, Will's hiding suddenly became smooth and he slipped away quietly from under his nose because he found a good opportunity to contact Klein Moretti and hide himself by borrowing the other's fate.

Just like in Utopia, He had been brought to Himself by fate, but had avoided His search with the help of the fate of those related to "Bethel Abraham" - Bethel Abraham was a special guy. If the word "favored" did not refer to those who were chosen with extraordinary talents, but only meant those who were loved by the gods, then the entire Abraham family could be considered His favored ones.

Ouroboros certainly did not want to rashly examine their fate.

Will must have made some exchanges, but since Klein still agreed to let them compete on their own, it means that what Will paid was not enough for him to exchange for a future of "becoming destiny". It may be that he did not dare, or it may be because he did not think Klein could promise this.

Ouroboros understood his worries. In order to avoid this situation, he once tried to talk to God and got his promise... but because he didn't fully approve of the other party, he chose to play dumb at that time. Ouroboros didn't think he could change Medici's mind, and it was definitely not a wise move to bet on both sides.

So after thinking about it, Ouroboros still felt that it would be more practical to not rely on the pillars of both sides, but to find a way to become a god first. In this way, he would be more worthy of winning over than the Angel King who still had no uniqueness, and he could also find a way to help Medici continue to gain a foothold in this world.

He followed the gathering instinct of his Beyonder Characteristics, closed his eyes and randomly chose a direction to move forward. At this point, it didn’t matter where he went.

No matter who fate chooses, He must come before that extraordinary characteristic.

At least they should try to reach out and grab each other, and put an end to the duel between the two snakes of fate that has lasted for thousands of years.

At this moment, He suddenly felt something and opened His eyes.

He found himself at the entrance of a huge maze. No matter whether he turned left or right, he could not reach the edge. There was only one entrance that always appeared in front of him, as if to say that there was no way anywhere else except here.

“Is this your final struggle?” Ouroboros asked into the air.

At the corner of the entrance, a normal-looking baby carriage automatically drove out, with a white veil hanging down, covering the child wrapped in silver-white silk lying on it.

Ouroboros took a look and realized that it was just a projection.

"Who are your parents?" the child wrapped in silver silk asked in a baby voice.

“The parents this time are Vincent and Carlotta Schauld,” Ouroboros replied without any emotion.

"My dad just called you a monster for me. I'm so happy." The child laughed. "My mom and dad love me. How about you?"

Ouroboros recalled briefly: "They respected me and loved me."

"Why would adults respect children? It seems that you haven't grown up normally this time... Although you look more than ten years old, you should actually be only about two years old, right?" Will chatted casually, without any tension at all. "Children should act like children. It's because you don't know what a normal child is like that you can't catch me every time."

"Isn't it because you never grow up that you keep playing the role of a child?"

Will opened his palm, revealing a dice with the number "5" facing up. Ouroboros took only one look at it, and Will clenched his chubby little hand into a fist again and retracted it into the silver-white silk quilt.

"I was just planning to die."

He spoke frightening words in the tone of an innocent child as if nothing had happened:
"I have successfully replaced fate with the 'Dice of Probability' just now. Although it can only deceive you for a while, it is enough for me to escape. So you have always mistaken Dad for me. After catching him, you actually saw two of me, right?"

"Because you were too close to me this time, you have already determined my location. I am in more danger than ever before, and there is no time to find a new family. So I originally planned to blow up part of my house, let Mom inherit Dad's inheritance, and continue to live with my brothers and sisters... But when I saw that Dad was so scared and scolded you to protect me, I changed my mind."

Ouroboros said:
"You have a little more control over the Unique than I thought. So, are you going to contain it now, and then fight me?"

Will sighed:

"Now is not the right time at all... Even if it is now, I won't accommodate it."

"I'm only two years old and I want to go back to my parents. They've been so good to me, and I want them to continue to live a lucky life."

After saying this, the stroller moved backwards without anyone pushing it, and returned to the back of the corner, disappearing from Ouroboros’s sight. Only the child’s voice floated out from behind the corner:

"I built this maze using the 'Dice of Probability'. I did not limit its power. It will gradually expand its scope and make everything around it probabilistic, eventually expanding its influence to the real world."

"If we can find it first in this maze, restrict its movements, and control it, and if our fight has been recognized by Sefirah Castle and The Fool, is that the right time to accommodate it? I don't know, but I think it's okay to take a small gamble occasionally."

Ouroboros did not listen to Will's words. When he realized that the other party's proposal was indeed feasible, he stepped directly into the maze.

TBC
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"I feel like someone is nagging me." A-choo! Medici rubbed his nose and then looked at the person in front of him, "Excuse me, can you please say what you just said again? I didn't hear it clearly."

The person sitting across from Him did not get angry, but simply repeated what he had just said:
"The Lord we believe in has fallen, and now the Holy See has been hiding the news and pretending that He is still alive, right?"

Medici snapped his fingers and said, "You guessed it right. You are so smart."

Since the Patriarch and the Emperor could not write "Forbidden to talk about the God of War" on the notice board of the brass book, the sentence "The God of War has fallen" was said smoothly. After saying this, the other party was silent for a moment and asked again:
"You're here to start a war, right?"

"When the previous emperor abdicated, and a being who looked very similar to the one printed on Kinghorn and had the same name took over the throne and ruling power, I felt that it might be time for war again. Respected God of War, are you here to make Feysac take up arms, or to turn us into arms and show your strength and bravery to other countries?"

"Both." Medici replied lazily, "If I don't occupy this country first and select those among you who are willing to be my soldiers, how can I have the army and country to declare war on others?"

"I'm sorry, but in our common sense, it should be you who wins, not your army or country."

"Here we go again. When will this boring stereotype end? I have to fight the war alone? I am not a lone commander."

The other party smiled and said, "As expected, it is you who preaches the beliefs of the 'real giants' and the 'fools'. It seems that you are not only not alone, but you also have a powerful god and an army of at least 10,000 Beyonders at your disposal."

Medici raised the corners of his mouth, neither denying nor confirming.

"Tell me why you came here. Do you have to ask me before you tell me?" He grinned. "You don't look like a pious person. You asked me right away if the God of War is dead. You can't even hide your intention to change jobs."

"I am not pious. I am just a person who longs for battle. The previous emperor declared that Rune was an evil land. I don't care what the excuse for the war is. I just want to fight with others. If you can fight and win, then I will follow you. If the God of War is dead, then my belief in Him ends here, and I will convert to you."

Medici still gave an ambiguous answer:

"You have good vision. If you choose to join now, you can get a good position in my army. What's your name?"

"Arnold Dean," he said. "Nobody."

"But if you need it, I can provide you with information about the cathedral and the Apostolic See." (End of this chapter)