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

Chapter 636 Malice
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I sat on a chair in my shop. I had just bought the chair. It was soft and comfortable, making people not want to get up once they sat down on it.

The curtains were drawn, leaving only a slit for me to see the street across the street.

There are people coming and going there. People from other places all run to the store across the street. Occasionally, there will be customers coming to my place to buy souvenirs.

Oh, the little kid who came to my place a few days ago bought a lot of things, and I just sent out his goods using the “universal wishing machine”.

To be honest, I think I should change the batch of goods. The foreign guests are not interested in these soothing herb bags, potions that invigorate the mind and body, and stones and pendants with real protective powers. Instead, they rush to the electrical appliance store across the street and take away ordinary, mass-produced light bulbs, kettles, telephones, induction cookers, and even small toasters from the store.

Many people rushed in and ran out carrying a mess of electrical appliances, as if there were wolves chasing them.

However, compared to the people who came in at the beginning just to buy some souvenirs, the people who came now seemed to be buying goods. There was even a boss who came from nowhere and said he wanted to buy the entire hotel where he lived and install the heating pipes in his mansion, which was a big joke.

Seriously, aren't these things available out there?
I once went out to listen to their accents and found that those who rushed to buy these home appliances the most were from Intis, and even mainly from Trier, and they all believed in the god of knowledge and mystery. When I asked them where they came from, they started talking about chasing knowledge and mastering technology, and other incomprehensible words, and they kept muttering things like praising the god of knowledge, thanking the Abraham family for their generous sharing, and that we finally had a research report to show at this group meeting, as if wholesale home appliances back home was a big deal.

I observed them again and found that they often had symbols such as gears and eyes on their bodies.

Moreover, these wholesalers would discuss rituals and mechanical structures during their conversations, so I was sure that they were experts in occultism and invited them to visit my occult souvenir shop. They were a little surprised and came across the street carrying a dozen home appliance packaging boxes.

However, they looked left and right and said that what I had here were just basic ritual props, far less valuable than household appliances.

At this point, I had no choice but to ask them to see the "universal wishing machine" from the hands of angels. However, I didn't expect that after they heard that there was something they could make wishes for, they ran away faster than the other, and refused to come back no matter how I explained it without chanting the name of the honorable person.

Business is getting worse and worse.

What frustrates me most is that my biggest sale in the past few days was a plastic armchair I bought from ■■■■.

I found it from the corner when I was tidying up the warehouse. I had originally just placed it outside the store to dry in the sun, but unexpectedly someone happened to pass by and was shocked by the chair - I explained for a long time that it was just an ordinary plastic chair, but the other party insisted that he had never seen such a light chair, with such a beautiful curve, and such elasticity. I had no choice but to quote a high price with tears in my eyes.

Watching him carrying the chair and walking back happily, I felt that this world was so unreal.

Oh, I'm a little tired. Let's go buy something to eat nearby.

……

I was awakened by a series of crisp sounds. It turned out that someone was tapping on the counter with his fingers.

"Sorry, I fell asleep!"

It was all because of the cold weather outside and the warm room. I didn't know when I fell asleep on the table. Rubbing my eyes, I saw the visitor was a beautiful flaxen-haired girl with green eyes like deep pools. The customer was an acquaintance from the store next door. I couldn't help but smile, and turned my eyes away from her face, turning around to fiddle with the still warm kitchen utensils.

"Tracy, what would you like to eat?"

"I want a big piece of beef in the burger, preferably with a fresh fried egg and vegetables, and a serving of fries. Shanna's cooking is the best in the city. Oh, and a glass of sparkling iced tea, with ice." Tracy smiled and tapped the marble countertop to order without looking for a seat. When I put the beef on the frying pan, I saw several guests in the hall secretly looking at this beautiful lady.

"I just tried a new flavor of fried fish yesterday. Tracy, do you want to try it?" I chatted with her while frying the meat and looked through the cupboards. "How is your business recently? I saw that you seem to have changed a new curtain."

"Not bad." Tracy said, with a little more smile on her face, and walked to an empty table and chair in the hall, "Give me another serving of fried fish fillet. Not many people are coming now, so I'll rest here for a while."

Of course I would be happy to see an increase in sales, so I immediately replied, "No problem."

……

I secretly looked at the beautiful girl who was quietly lost in thought, and the burger in my hand didn't taste as good anymore.

Of course, my upbringing taught me that it is very rude to peek at others, especially at their faces. So I tried to muster up the courage to talk to her, but her eyes were always looking out the window, as quiet as a flower blooming alone at night. I couldn't bear to break this beautiful picture, I had a hunch that this picture would continue to appear in my mind, even in my dreams.

This metaphor comes from a book of poetry. My new friend, who once helped me catch a pickpocket, told me that reading poetry can make me more attractive.

Oh, I'm not saying bad things about him behind his back, his looks make him charming even without him doing anything.

Unfortunately, so far, the collection of poems has only brought me more interest, and my colleagues in the police station think it is worthless.

Her name is Tracy, right? This name and her appearance together have an indescribable beauty.

My mind was in a mess, and I suddenly remembered that there was still half an hour left for lunch break. I bit my finger accidentally.

……

I played the lyre beside the fountain in the town square, and I used my brush to paint the inspired pictures that appeared in my dreams;
I used a knife and fork to cut the steak;

I was in the Cathedral of Fools, telling stories of the gods to those who came to worship;

I stretched out my right hand, and, being graciously helped by a gentleman, I left the carriage;
I got the new dress I had been waiting for, and I couldn't wait to put it on;

I walked on all fours, being chased by a child, laughing loudly, stumbling and playing with a dog...

During this period of time, Klein's condition has been very strange.

He felt as if he had completely split into thousands of living beings, each with its own will, thoughts, cognition and destiny. These destinies and perspectives intertwined to create a picture scroll of life in various forms.

However, above these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness. It is constantly subjected to various shocks and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but it finally persevered and allowed Klein to maintain a certain degree of clarity.

His real body had been sleeping inside the "Source Castle", his consciousness sometimes floating in the sky half asleep and half awake, and sometimes sinking into his body.

The various scenes experienced by the secret puppet clones kept flashing in his mind, like a dream made up of a large number of fragments.

……

Above Sequence Two Castle, the clone of Sequence Two shifted his attention from the Western Continent and suddenly discovered that his secret doll town was on fire.

He was startled. Although he was also a part of Klein, he was not the one who performed the ceremony.

Compared to the original body, his connection with Utopia is several times weaker, and he is not responsible for any affairs of Utopia. After all, this is the original body's ritual. The original body's consciousness sinks into each of his secret dolls, and they dance together with this city as a stage. The original body is only responsible for Utopia, while this clone is responsible for the City of Miracles, "Poseidon", Tarot Club members... everything except Utopia. Therefore, he realized that the reason for the accident in Utopia was that Leonard prayed to him and reported the situation!

"It seems that a large number of souls suddenly appeared in Utopia with strange negative effects, causing the residents of Utopia... causing the puppets of Utopia to be contaminated by external forces and start attacking each other, showing strong malice? Well, this is undoubtedly an attack on the main body and Utopia... There are not many people with such power. I can guess who it is."

Klein took action immediately. However, the Utopia was in complete chaos at this moment. He used a miracle to filter out the travelers and foreign souls. Then he quickly built a small building where Leonard was. He temporarily settled them all in this safe place and healed all the wounds on their bodies.

Under Klein's will, these people fell into a deep sleep one after another and lost their memories of their time in Utopia.

Fortunately, the Utopia train station had just completed a round of operation yesterday, sending off the previous batch of guests and welcoming a total of 87 new people. Klein counted the number of people. Although some of them were injured and some were even on the verge of death, there were no casualties.

From the perspective of Sefirah Castle, Leonard was startled by the sudden appearance of the building. He carefully went in to explore for a while, and saw that there were beds arranged inside and people resting. He walked out again and called another person beside him to go in to avoid the wind and snow.

"Oh, Anderson is here too..."

He glanced over and saw a familiar soul.

Things have changed and the other person's soul appeared here, which means Anderson has died. He suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"I really miss the time when I was at sea."

Klein muttered, then sighed. He did not intend to delve into the reason why Anderson appeared here. Instead, he thought about whether he should reshape the face of the secret doll that Anderson possessed. After all, this secret doll was just named Anderson, and it was a little prank of the original body. It did not look exactly like the "First Hunter Under the Five Seas Demigods" that he knew.

But just as He was about to intervene in the problems in Utopia, He suddenly saw that the real body across the long table moved slightly, and his eyebrows hidden under the gray mist were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be in pain.

……

My heart is filled with joy and I don't feel sad.

At the moment when I stabbed the man in front of me with the knife in the heart, I even felt that I felt joy. The warm blood that sprayed on my body was like a grace given by God.

The spurting blood tasted so sweet, more intoxicating than any wine I had ever drunk. I could no longer remember what the dispute between us was about. At a certain moment, I was furious. When he picked up the vase next to him with one hand and was about to smash it on my head, my hand was faster and I stabbed the knife into his chest.

I stabbed his body with the knife again and again, blood gushed out, and the feeling of the blood slowly turning from hot to slightly cool as it passed over the back of my hand made me addicted. It was winter now, and he soon stopped bleeding. My head was dizzy, but I felt unusually empty.

I realized that I needed more blood to reminisce the pleasure I had just felt.

……

I took a gun, hid in the corner of the second floor, and hunted the prey in front of me.

These idiots were fighting in the street, they only knew how to beat each other violently, no one looked up to notice the muzzle of my gun quietly extended. I only needed to gently pull the trigger to make a beautiful flower of blood explode in the sight.

I have wanted to do this for a long time, since the day I got my shotgun, every time I aimed it at the prey, I thought - if I could shoot people with it, what a wonderful hunt it would be!
……

eye.

Human eyes have many colors, blue, green, brown, black, etc. I think these colors are the most beautiful colors naturally blended. There are obvious eye elements in my graduation works, and the teachers also expressed high praise for my colors, but I just imitated the halo and color of some people's eyes.

My internship at the Ophthalmology Hospital gave me great satisfaction, and I thought that was enough.

But soon, I found that just looking was not enough, I longed to touch, longed to possess, so I changed my shift and went to the morgue, where I could fully appreciate the eyes of my favorite color.

The only drawback is that the eyes of a dead person are not as delicate as those of a living person, and I cannot take them away.

When the gunshots were heard outside, it suddenly occurred to me... maybe now I can choose the color I like.

……

I smashed thick glass bottles on others’ heads, breaking their bones;

I cut open the bodies of men, ripped out their intestines and threw them aside for all who passed by to see;
I was swinging the stroller up and throwing it down the slope;
I drove the carriage, ramming and trampling everyone in sight, laughing at their screams and curses;
I tied them up in the corner of the room, turned on the gas, and left a fuse long enough to drive them crazy;
I cut off other people's heads and threw them out of the window, enjoying the cheers from below;
I took the torch and threw it into all the windows with curtains...

I had no scruples, I just wanted to do whatever I wanted, preferably killing everyone in front of me and destroying everything.

TBC
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The power of the abyss contaminated all the puppets in Utopia. Every moment, countless frantic and extremely malicious thoughts rushed into Klein's mind. These malicious outbursts had no reason and had a huge impact on Klein's consciousness and logical thinking. The originally peaceful, calm and beautiful picture of city life was torn to pieces in an instant, and the bloodthirsty and fanatical thoughts almost infected him.

His skin began to wriggle, and a large number of spiritual insects swam around, and then fell from all over his body like rain.

The clone then realized that the reason why he didn't think this attack was a big deal was because it was not aimed at him at all!
This attack was to reversely affect the main body through the secret doll! Logically speaking, Klein's soul was protected by the Source Castle, which could isolate him from external influences to the greatest extent, but his consciousness was scattered in the Secret Doll Town, and the Secret Doll Town needed to interact with the outside world!
After landing, the spirit insects did not flee in all directions. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or two to bite and devour each other. These contaminated clones were scattered all over the ground around the Fool's chair, making it increasingly difficult for Klein to maintain his human form.

Not only that, after seeing the original body's condition suddenly deteriorate, the originally unaffected Sequence Two clones showed signs of losing control!

Not long after, He pulled His own hair and rolled down from the "world", transformed back into a spiritual insect, twitching and rolling on the ground, as if He was fighting against something with all His might.

After losing his human body, Klein's will finally awakened from some of the spirit worms. His consciousness flowed everywhere, so he could feel more clearly his own disintegration and the sudden intensification of schizophrenia.

Part of him was roaring in anger, cursing those who had used and hurt him, cursing this world that he did not love but had to protect, claiming that if he wanted to protect this world, everyone in the world would have to become his thing, his secret puppet; part of him was trying to commit suicide, but they had not succeeded yet, so Klein could clearly feel the various ways of dying taking place, the feeling of death gnawing at every part of his body, corroding his mind with despair; and another part of him was struggling to death, Klein was struggling to death.

He desperately wanted to kill or destroy something to vent his inner anger, despair, and all kinds of dark emotions, but he instinctively didn't want to do so. As an ordinary person, he naturally didn't want to and had no intention of hurting anyone.

Klein wanted to cry, but he couldn't find his eyes to cry through. He wanted to yell and punch something in anger, but his body had already dispersed into countless spirit worms, fighting and biting each other in vain.

Even the clone, who had originally maintained a certain degree of clarity, was eventually dragged into this avalanche of negative emotions.

Therefore, no one came to control the Utopia, and it and all its residents were burned into black silhouettes in the flames and disappeared under the snow-capped mountains.

(End of this chapter)