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

Chapter 613: Chain Reaction
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"The seal has been almost completely opened..."

The Demon of Knowledge was eager to return home. Although He did not dare to enter the moving continent, He immediately approached the sea area of ​​the Gods' War Ruins at His fastest speed, and then suddenly braked in the direction of the land, because the sunlight gradually became brighter, as if welcoming His arrival.

He gazed at the seal deep in the East Continent that had collapsed to the point where it had almost become a thin veil, and he felt a strong hatred for the East Continent shrouded in sunlight.

After a brief pause, the breath of the Demon of Knowledge suddenly became weak.

When the will of the source substance temporarily left these gathered extraordinary characteristic carriers, the power of this god suddenly weakened a lot. In the blink of an eye, He turned back into the dual-path true god "Hidden Sage" from the old days. After the Demon of Knowledge ended his control over these powers and this god, the Hidden Sage strolled in the air for a while, returned to his base camp Intis, and began to make up mysterious magic based on what he had just observed about what happened in the Balam Empire.

He was very surprised at the vast amount of knowledge he had gained during the time he was covered by the will of the Source. Not only did he read it with great interest, he also generously shared this knowledge with his believers.

In an instant, all those in the Mystical Church who were praying for professional knowledge, technology, and thesis guidance were drunk one after another.

……

On Sephira Castle, Klein's Sequence Two clone had just finished dream divination.

He used his own power, and some of Ouroboros's spirituality, to enter the original body's dream and go to the Celestial Master to ask if there was any way to save a soul that had been more than half eroded by the Source.

The original body seems to be in a bad mental state. Although he maintains his rationality and his own personality, and can even laugh, scold, express dissatisfaction and love freely in the dream world, his dreams are empty - dreams don't lie, and the dream world can best reflect a person's mood and inner thoughts. The content presented in the dream is the subconscious mind of the owner.

Thinking of this, the clone couldn't help but sigh.

In the dream, the main character thinks that his "mobile phone is out of service due to arrears, there is no signal around, and there is no one on the street." In fact, he subjectively believes that there is almost no one in the world that he can contact and wants to contact. In other words, he actually wants to call someone to chat with him when he holds the phone, but "it is out of service and there is no signal" shows his inner resistance. Subconsciously, he may want to communicate with someone, but he feels that no one can truly understand his heart and situation.

Alas, although the clone and the original body must fully understand each other, it is impossible for a person to chat with himself all the time...

The clone pressed his temple.

He came back to his senses, looking at the "curtain" that had just been sacrificed by the Demon of Knowledge on the table, wondering when to awaken the main body to accommodate it. He had no idea about the "God of Wishes" Kotar for the time being. He had never met Kotar, unlike Zaratul and Pales. They had some contact, but Kotar gave him the impression of a wild wolf hiding in the wilderness of the Eastern Continent.

It's not just unfamiliarity, it's complete strangerhood.

Moreover, with two senior angels, Zaratul and Pales, Klein did not plan to consider increasing the number of high-sequence employees under his command for the time being.

"Tianzun seemed to have talked to me a lot, but he didn't say anything meaningful."

"Ouroboros should have heard those words as well. He seemed to be thinking about something. Could it be that he understood the hint from the Heavenly Lord? Hmm... maybe."

He looked at the "curtain". The seal left by the Demon of Knowledge was still very stable, so he stuffed this set of extraordinary characteristics directly into the pile of debris, waiting to accommodate it after his main body woke up.

At this moment, the gray fog around him suddenly shook violently, and one after another, Fulgrim's dogs rushed out from the mist of history, circling around the original body sitting in the position of "The Fool". After circling for a while and finding that the other party would not respond, they ran to the end of the long table, came to his side, and barked while wagging their tails.

It wasn’t a “woof woof” sound… Klein felt a little regretful.

He touched the Fulgrim's dog next to him and asked, "What can I do for you?"

The dogs of Fulgrim suddenly fell silent. Just when Klein was confused, he suddenly heard a deafening roar!

Klein looked at the big screen in front of him. Saint Miron's port did have a much larger tide than usual, but it didn't match the loud noise just now. But before he could switch the screen to a location outside of Feysac, he suddenly became dazed.

He pressed his temple hard and widened his eyes.

At that moment just now, he suddenly felt that the range he could perceive...suddenly expanded several times!
In his suddenly expanded range of perception - or the effective range that could receive the prayers of believers, there appeared houses with white bricks and black tiles, paths paved with blue bricks, Chinese-style buildings that had been improved but still had the shadow of a courtyard house, high-rise wooden buildings, streets, simple shops, and countless large and small temples with a strong oriental style.

"Western Continent..."

Klein muttered in disbelief.

"what happened?"

……

Ouroboros, feeling uneasy, suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, something woven from extremely abstract light seemed to appear before his eyes. Its image was blurry and wrapped in light, constantly changing its form, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a... key.

key!

Ouroboros' eyes widened. He saw that the originally calm River of Destiny was stirring up waves. He saw that the silver-white River of Destiny, which sometimes meandered and sometimes went straight, was slowly approaching the key woven of light. He could even feel that this vision was not presented to him alone. Will Auceptin must have also seen the changes in the River of Destiny!
That key! — It is not only the key to "unlock" destiny, but also symbolizes the control and mastery of destiny!
"Controlling destiny... The Key of Light actually appeared ahead of time!"

"If I can obtain the Essence, I can save Medici's fate and no longer have to be so cautious in dealing with God. Even the omniscient and almighty cannot fully comprehend the mystery of fate... Is this the hint that the Lord of Mysteries gave me before?"

“Perhaps, He may not think so, but - but how can I get the Key of Light? Fate is not unique, but once you force a certain result, the probability of failure will be surprisingly high... Not to mention when it comes to becoming a god and the old days.”

I saw hope for a moment, and then found it out of reach the next moment.

The success of the "Destiny" path is not related to the strength of one's own power, but only to luck. Ouroboros's luck is closely related to the ancient sun god he follows, so that after the other's death, his own fate also fell into a trough and could not recover. Therefore, in front of Will, the angel king Ouroboros could only rely on a stronger power to chase the other party.

However, the opponent was so lucky that he escaped to Klein's side to recuperate. Not only did he escape from the fatal danger, but he also turned the disadvantage around and at least he could compete with him on the same stage. He could even save his life if he lost.

This is why Ouroboros is anxious.

Because in the long run, when Will escaped from being a prey and was able to duel with him on an equal footing, his luck had already run out.

When He tried to find the other party again, He no longer had the advantage He had at the beginning, and at best He had made up for a little disadvantage.

Although he didn’t tell anyone, Ouroboros had a very bad premonition. This kind of bad and ominous premonition rarely appeared, but every time it appeared, it was accompanied by something that he didn’t want to recall. It was just like when he participated in the redemption of the rose, facing the panic and distrust of everyone except himself and Medici, just like seeing the traitors eating the Lord’s body but he had no power to stop it, just like watching the sun fall from the sky, the sunlight slipping through his fingers, watching the last flame in his hand go out...

Fate undoubtedly favored Him, otherwise He would not have become the strongest on this path.

But fate seemed to have rejected him, causing him to constantly witness tragedies that he was powerless to prevent. With the departure of the City of Disaster, even Klein could no longer determine Medici's condition. If he delayed for a little longer, he might really be beyond help. The only good news at the moment was that Klein responded to him and used part of his power to enter the dream divination... He remembered the Lord of Mysteries' answer, and at this moment, those words clearly emerged in his mind:

"If you want to save him, you have to carefully consider your own losses."

What do I have to lose...

Ouroboros gradually clenched his fists, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent.

He had lost the people he wanted to follow twice, he had lost all his former friends, his most important friend, he had lost almost all his believers and followers, and the people he had saved who were counting his life's words with gratitude.

I have lost so many things, at least the last one, I must hold on to it no matter what.

The worst outcome would be that Medici was not rescued, and he himself lost his life - but the remnants of an era have survived to this day, and can die on the path to pursuing the highest instead of being liquidated... How can such an ending not be considered a heroic end?
"O ring of fate in the distant starry sky! Listen to my prayer."

"You are the predetermined destiny, the past and the future."

"I beg you for help. In exchange for my help as the God of Destiny, I am willing to offer my future and past."

After saying this, Ouroboros did not speak again.

There is no sadness, nor regret, only a slight sigh and regret for one's own lack of ability and good fate.

In the endless fate and predetermined future, even the King of Angels cannot control his own destiny. Perhaps even if he becomes a god, he still has to follow the laws of the universe and reincarnate. Extraordinary people are always like this. They seem to have everything, but in fact they still have nothing and can only go with the flow. ...But the drowning people will eventually struggle. No matter what, let me now, be able to grab the hand of my last friend.

Soon, a circular symbol appeared in the river of destiny.

It is like an eye, watching this pitiful angel king who is desperate and has to rely on external forces to win when facing someone weaker than himself, with a little scrutiny and pity; it is also like a wheel, just like the "wheel of history rolling in" that often appears in books and articles, crushing things in front of it, and finally returning to the beginning, allowing the era and destiny to reappear in the future.

The entire universe is like this, no one can escape.

At this moment, the god who symbolizes "inescapable fate" and the gods who have been eyeing the starry sky for a long time have received the prayers and help from the angel of destiny. Their words have the power to change the world, and he certainly will not refuse other opportunities to become stronger.

Could it be that when He first arrived outside the earth, He had already foreseen that one day someone would surrender to Him?

Perhaps. Seeing this, Ouroboros only sighed very lightly:

"Sure enough, there is nothing new under the sun."

……

The violent wind that was a mixture of disaster and death swept across the entire world in an instant, affecting far more than just the world outside the seal.

In the distant western continent, the sky was still bright and people were still doing what they were supposed to do in an orderly manner.

The sudden awakening of "Tianji" scared the disciples, but they immediately blocked the news and went to "Tianji" to hold a group meeting to discuss more detailed information about the world outside the top-secret seal.

Outside the small Taoist temple hidden in the mountains, a tall and thin middle-aged man suddenly appeared outside the door. He straightened his clothes and walked in properly. He walked across the small bridge in the courtyard and fed half a steamed bun to the carp in the pond below.

Then he entered the main hall and saw that the incense sticks on the incense burner were only half burned. He put down the package in his hand, offered a few fruits, and then bowed to the unclear statue of the Taoist on the stage.

"I have returned from my travels and brought some dragon beard cakes, a specialty of other places, to my ancestor..."

As he spoke, he continuously took things out of the small package, and soon half of the altar was filled.

"Thanks to the ancestors for blessing me and returning safely."

In an instant, thick gray fog appeared in front of his eyes, and he vaguely saw a tall figure behind the fog.

Outside the town.

"Haha, the fat fortune teller is here again."

The old man in a long gown and short jacket looked at the fortune-telling stall in front of him, smiled, and turned to his companion and said:
"This gentleman is very accurate in predicting the future. He predicted the day my grandson would be born, down to the second, even the weight! Aren't you worried about your business recently? How about giving it a try?"

The fortune teller was a chubby middle-aged man with a round face. He was wearing an old-fashioned grey coat and his hair was combed quite neatly. It was a bright day and he had a pair of round sunglasses on his nose.

There was a silver chain on the frame of the glasses. Now that the glasses were put away and placed on the buttons of the jacket, they had a unique charm.

He set up a table with a table curtain in front of it, and next to the table was a "Iron Mouth Straight Forward" flag that looked like it had been used for a long time. There was a Bagua pattern on the tablecloth. He was holding a palm-leaf fan, waving it from time to time.

Noticing the old customer's gaze, the middle-aged man glanced at him and greeted him.

"You are here! I haven't come to congratulate you yet. Would you like to tell your fortune today?"

The companion hesitated for a moment and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the smile on the fat Taoist's face suddenly freeze, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. His fingers began to tremble, and the palm-leaf fan fell to the ground with a plop. The expression on his face turned into surprise and even fear.

"Close the stall!"

The fat Taoist suddenly shouted, scaring the two customers opposite him. Then he jumped up, and without doing anything, he and his stall disappeared in a flash:
"Forget it! Forget it! I figured out something happened at home!"

Only the palm-leaf fan was left on the ground, facing the two stunned guests.

TBC
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good night!

(End of this chapter)