The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 842: Awakening
"Because you are not an alien."

The young spirit said.

Aurora crossed her arms and stamped her feet, her round face full of dissatisfaction: "You know I'm not an alien, so why don't you do what I say? Didn't I ask you to choose Roland?"

The spirit scratched his face: "...I have walked in the waking world."

"Oh, so what."

The goblin stared at him with its big eyes, with an expression of 'see how you try to argue' written all over its face.

"Humans are a special kind of animal, Lady Aurora."

"It's Aurora Lola."

"…Yes."

He stretched his palm downward, wanting this sublime being to fall into his palm and be level with his sight.

"I'm not going to get on your disgusting blanket... I'll beat you to death if you dare to cry."

Young God: ...

"You should have chosen my Luo Luolan."

“…Roland Collins has embarked on a destined path, Lady Aurora.”

As the only god who was "occasionally awake", He knew exactly what the person in front of him was thinking.

"Isn't this your decision?"

"It wasn't my decision," Aurora puffed her cheeks, "The original one died... Oh... My Luo Luolan is actually better, right? Maybe if that woman survived, that thing wouldn't have gone into her head. You see, everything is fate..."

The young god slowly leaned forward and said, "Praise you."

"I didn't expect you to pick Lillian Rose Vansittart. In fact, I like the one from Cinder better..." Aurora started to get angry again, looking the other person up and down: "Why are you a retard?"

Young God: ...

"What does the life and death of humans have to do with you?" The fairy sat cross-legged, holding his chin, "Your nosy character is just like that Lillian..."

The white-haired boy said in a sad tone: "This is not something I can decide... Lady Aurora. Besides, I did bring disaster to the world..."

The goblin cried out in pain, covered his head, and fell backwards on the stone platform.

She struggled, holding her head and rolling around.

"Fool, fool, fool, fool--"

The gods remained silent.

He could not control himself from causing pain to all things, nor could he help but feel pity for them and despise himself.

As He told Lillian Rose Vansittart:

The term "god" is not correct.

Before 'that' principle appeared, or before humans awakened to true wisdom, He was natural and free.

Up to now.

Should He resent them?
"Destroying the world out of anger is the most normal logic, right? This can be considered a good story... It's what a villain should do. After all, it was them who turned you into this - oh, your believers are pretty good, they want to spread your name all day long... Hahaha..."

The goblin suddenly sat up and laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"They say, say, say hahahahaha what are you, the ultimate eternal life of all things hahahaha...hahahahahahaha a bunch of fools..."

The young god looked helplessly at the fairy rolling on the ground, waiting for her to laugh heartily.

"I think, maybe you can ask my Roland for help in the future..."

future…

The young spirit bowed his head.

Since He has an "image" and "emotions", He naturally has "fear".

future…

Destruction, or rebirth?

When the gods are as afraid as mortals, do they really stand high in the dome and overlook the earth as praised in the scriptures?

Roland Collins…

"A special human being."

"Young Master, you are so sarcastic," Aurora bared her fangs, "Destruction and rebirth are the destiny of all history. When Delis, that love-brained girl, was fooled, the ending was already doomed--" At this point, she stared at the boy with some suspicion.

"You don't doubt that I chose the wrong person, do you?" The young god waved his hands quickly: "How dare I."

He was just curious about the conditions under which the so-called choice of fate was made.

Aurora rested her head on her arms and lay back down.
"Conditions? There are no conditions. Of course I just choose randomly."

Spirit: …

"It's just that the girl has bad luck... Well, maybe she is one of the luckiest people, but she has to wait until the future... I say, are you going to die?"

The goblin glanced at the boy whose figure was becoming increasingly faint.

The other party nodded slightly.

“Wait until Lillian calls me again…” He murmured, and soon covered his face with his hands and became sad again: “She doesn’t like me. She doesn’t want to be my waiter… Wuuuuuu… I… I… shouldn’t… exist…”

Aurora pulled her arms free, held her long ears on both sides, and rolled her eyes silently.

…………

……

While Rose was dozing off, Halida was busy in the bedroom.

She drew aside the heavy floral curtains to let in the sunlight, then stooped quietly to pick up the socks, vest, and indoor shoes that Rose had kicked all over the place.

They are already packing their luggage, preparing to set off on a certain day.

After tidying up the messy room, the maid brought in the food tray in front of the mirror table in the hallway and whispered to the girl who had rolled herself into a ball.

"…Ms. Rose."

Rose squinted her eyes and yawned, then turned over and faced her back.

"Miss, it's time to get up."

Halida unfolded the wooden folding table beside the bed to place the tray - I have to say that Ms. Christine was really meticulous and thoughtful. She almost replicated every inch of detail of the high-end hotels in London, so that even though she stayed on this yellow land, she could still remind people of that stinking bustling city.

"Miss."

Halida stirred the milk gently until the aroma of warm milk began to spread around the goose down quilt.

"Miss."

Rose opened one eye and rubbed the corner of her eye: "…Good morning, Halida."

"Good morning, Miss Rose," Halida smiled gently, helped her sit on the cushion, handed her the hot towel and cup that had been prepared earlier, and then leaned over to pick up the copper basin. "I should help you go to the bathroom first."

Rose made a purring sound in her throat.

After wiping her face, she drank a mouthful of water, and her cheeks bulged left and right.

Then, he spit into the copper basin that Halida brought.

"I said, I'm going to have breakfast first, then go wash up."

Halida pushed the rotating wooden board filled with hot milk, tender bacon, and cut bread cubes toward Rose.

"The master said we have to wash up before we can eat."

"He has a problem with his brain, Halida." Rose pinched a piece of bacon and threw it into her mouth without even looking at the prepared knife and fork. "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Halida didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Whether I learned from the Shelleys or from Lady Theresa, eating should never come before washing.

Rose has her own ideas.

not to mention…

She didn't have time to argue with Halida about this now.

“I seemed to have seen a god.”

The green-eyed girl with a messy bird's nest of hair said softly.

Seeing no movement, she turned her head and looked quietly at the maid standing beside her.

"The white...god of plague."

Halida blinked. "It's nine o'clock, Miss Rose."

"I'm not kidding, it wasn't a dream - no, it was a dream... not a dream, I mean, in the dream... never mind, where did Roland go?"

(End of this chapter)