Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 637 The Unchanging Ending
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Klein seemed to be trapped in a huge nightmare.

The stage was burned down, and all the actors turned into demons and monsters in an instant, scrambling to kill each other. Flesh and blood were everywhere, which not only frightened the audience in the audience, but also frightened the screenwriter who was reading the script behind the stage.

His vision flashed across Utopia, which was burning in flames.

He felt that he was burning too. He was sometimes abandoned in a burning house and watched from the perspective of a bystander as his body was burned with oil, sizzling, and exuding a disgusting burnt aroma. Sometimes he had a fever all over his body. He burst into flames and rolled desperately on the ground in severe pain.

He was choking on the smoke, he was suffocated, his heart stopped beating, and his throat was burned by the flames.

His hand tendons were severed, his eyes were gouged out, and he felt the chill brought by the cold blades piercing his chest, abdomen, limbs and even throat countless times. His internal organs fell to the ground and piled with others. Together, he saw countless of himself dead or being killed by himself.

pain.

He saw himself holding a hatchet, chopping hard at what was once a human being, and then he saw a flash of fire in front of his eyes, and he was shot down, and there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. He saw himself covering his abdomen with one hand in vain, and waving the other hand vigorously, as if begging for mercy from the other party, but the other party still raised the knife and approached him with blood-red eyes.

How could this be?
The surge of malice was followed by pain. The feeling that is more torturous than death is probably like this. As many marionettes as I have in Utopia, I am experiencing death and near-death as many times as I am right now. In human fables, one death is enough to turn a warrior into a madman and a mortal into a philosopher, but the accumulation of thousands of deaths is torture enough to destroy the soul.

I can no longer see anything, and I can't even feel what my marionettes have become. Every second is torture from the bondage called "living".

Already broken? Has it been scrapped? Has it been destroyed? What has become, and where is "I"?
Klein raised his hand.

A spiritual worm squirmed. It crawled on the ground with difficulty, and merged with another spiritual worm closest to it, forming a slightly larger spiritual worm. Driven by Klein's will, this slightly larger spirit insect crawled elsewhere, repeating the mechanical behavior of synthesizing Klein.

Soon, dozens of spiritual insects were fused together to form half a hand.

Half of the hand only had four fingers and half of the palm. There was no blood in the cross section, only a gray spirit insect cross section. This hand stubbornly avoided all the fellows who were madly attacking each other, stubbornly grabbed the side of The Fool's high-backed chair, and climbed up with all its strength.

"boom!"

This hand clenched into a fist and hit the tabletop of the long bronze table hard, making a sound that was neither loud nor powerful.

Suddenly, the utopia that was burning in the outside world suddenly disappeared.

Klein forcibly "removed" the marionette town and ended the ritual he used to stabilize his state. Violence interrupted the steady stream of negative feedback and all kinds of painful and desperate experiences.

This small city of 2 people disappeared from the foot of the snow-capped mountains out of thin air, leaving only large expanses of snowless grassland, turned soil, and traces of human activities around the frozen river, proving that this resort city was once indeed existed.

……

Anderson tried to light the fire, but was dismayed to find that he seemed to have lost his extraordinary abilities.

The good news is that he now has an interesting body, is very flexible, and has more strength than an average person. Coupled with Anderson's accumulated combat experience as an adventurer and hunter over the years, defeating the Sequence 9 Beyonders is an easy task.

But this is not very acceptable.

Although he also knows many people who want to withdraw from the extraordinary world but are tortured by past grievances and their own power, after all, he does not intend to become an ordinary person yet. No matter what, he is still in his prime.

It is not a difficult choice whether to wash away this golden basin and become an ordinary person, or to find a way to acquire some extraordinary characteristics and start from scratch. Anderson tossed his paintbrush, thinking about relying on this extraordinary man to take him to other towns. Wherever there are people, there are extraordinary clues. If there are clues, the party can be found. With his past connections, he can easily get some money and get the potion.

He is a Sequence Five Extraordinary himself, and it will not take him a few years to go back from Sequence Nine.

After thinking about it, Anderson reached out to touch the ceramic cup on the table. This small building that suddenly appeared even had these daily necessities, which made him couldn't help but marvel: "I don't know if the railway in Utopia will be used in the future. I remember that the station here is still very new. If it is destroyed like this What a pity..."

He turned to look out the window and saw large expanses of bare grass.

The snowy wind howled, and Anderson's eyes widened in confusion. He couldn't help pinching his thigh, feeling that he had had a strange dream.

……

Things are getting better—a little.

In a blur of consciousness, Klein felt as if there was someone standing in front of him.

"It's really bad."

The man laughed. Klein looked up hard and couldn't see the other person's face, but Klein realized that the other person seemed to be in a happy mood.

what's so funny? As soon as he heard the other party's laughter, Klein felt his anger soar upwards. He hated the person who was sneering at him so much that he wanted to rip the other person's throat open and rip off his vocal cords.

Klein wanted to get up, but his body was not under control. He struggled to find his hands, feet and joints, trying to hold his body up. Klein struggled for a long time, like a fish that was thrown onto the beach and flopped on the spot. In the end, he just rolled around in vain for half a circle, and fell to the ground from side to face up.

He saw himself.

Or something with its own face.

This thing was squatting in front of his head and looking down at him. Klein saw the other person smiling with evil intentions.

Klein decided not to pay attention to this guy for the time being. Amidst the overwhelming negative emotions and the voices that tempted him to put down his bottom line and do evil, he recalled with difficulty whether Utopia had formed a symbol in the corresponding area of ​​​​the spirit world - this was related to the end of the ceremony. There was no success.

Didn't figure it out.

He must at least observe the spiritual world in a sober state to get the answer, but he obviously can't do that now. No matter whether it is the main body or the clone, he can't spare the energy to look at it for the time being. He is already trying his best to control himself now.

Klein closed his eyes, but at this moment, he heard the guy above say:

"Your utopia is gone, and your plan to use it to stabilize your spirit and resist my influence has also failed."

"Oh, the balance has been broken. How do you feel now?"

The strong emotions surging in his heart were nauseating, and the countless previous deaths still had the lingering aftertaste of pain, which made Klein not want to speak. Seeing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun come up and say such gloating words, he wanted to give up controlling himself and rely on instinct to punch him in the face, but the cost of doing so was too high, so Klein chose to pretend to be dead for the time being.

Tianzun was obviously very satisfied with Klein's enjoyment, and was not dissatisfied with his disrespectful behavior. After all, Klein is not Him. Klein is just a little ant that Tianzun did not crush to death due to his interest. All the strength in your body comes from Him, so talking about resistance and defeat is simply a joke.

"I think you're right, you poor kid, you don't belong to this world, so why do you want to protect it?"

The Lord of Mysteries sighed with Klein's face and asked him with Klein's voice: "Don't you find it boring? Your goal in life is only to 'tempt God's believers to betray Him', but you never told me You want to destroy His Eden with your own hands. You have all kinds of shortcomings as a human being, and indecisiveness is one of them. However, you will always realize your mistakes in the next tens of millions of years, hahaha."

The Lord of Mysteries sounded really regretful:

"The thing that disappoints me the most is that no matter how much you say, 'You want to tempt them to run towards freedom or pain,' in fact, in your heart you are yearning for the Garden of Eden. You also want to be the Lamb of God. I know that. .”

…Klein had nothing to say.

Is not this nonsensical? He said it as if he was qualified to enter such a world when he was still alive. If there really was a God in the old days and God really made a declaration, then almost everyone in the world would take the initiative to kneel down and become His sheep.

What exactly are you asking for?
"This world will soon become His Garden of Eden."

The Lord of Mysteries said to Klein: "That kid named Leodro won't live long. His destiny is coming to an end, so Loen will soon become the land of God. I hope you will give me a Means, Klein Moretti, to destroy the Garden of Eden.”

"……destroy?"

Klein understood the words of the Lord of Mystery, because these conversations took place in each other's minds. Rather than being words that need to be listened to with ears, it is better to say that they are spiritual communications that can appear directly in the mind.

An indifferent divinity poured in while Klein's spirit was being created by others. These indifferent, ancient wills are older than time and are as unshakable as a rock, easily maintaining themselves on the edge of collapse. body, allowing him to continue functioning.

Klein suddenly realized what the other party wanted to do. When the mental balance he had barely maintained was broken, the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries naturally joined in to help him maintain balance—and further assimilate his consciousness!

He tried his best to resist, but how could a being relying on the power of a god rival God himself?

This is a critical point, a limit that cannot be crossed no matter what. Even if you have the willpower to regard death as home, you can't surpass it.

Klein knows this better than anyone else. Just like the true creators back then, all they did was delay time under the shadows, using everything they had in exchange for a moment of respite and a chance to maintain themselves.

Because no matter what, you can't win, this is very clear.

"Only if you show your hatred for God and His kingdom can I safely continue to lend you my power. This is also for your own sake. Think about it. After all, your life is only - such a short one. Small meeting.”

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that there are your biological brothers and sisters in there... But, you have cut off contact with them, right?"

He reached out and patted Klein's shoulder, with a smile on his face when he said these words.

"To me, apart from the interesting things about you, you are all shortcomings, full of short-lived weakness and incompetence."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm happy to give you the opportunity to grow."

Klein stared at Him, which was the only thing he could do now.

He felt that his emotions and spirit were gradually becoming stable, and his consciousness quickly returned to the normal threshold with the help of the Lord of Mysteries. He could feel his own existence again and went to reassemble his body, but he Still feeling angry.

At the same time as he was angry, he was also deeply uneasy, because he was worried that he would lose this angry mood soon.

It is completely impossible to resist the other party's behavior, let alone hurt. The words of the Lord of Mysteries were deeply imprinted in my mind, and after a while, I could only rely on my instinct to maintain this appearance numbly.

At this time, Klein suddenly wanted to laugh ironically, but he felt that the expression he was making now was slightly similar to the other face close at hand, and even the curve of the corners of his mouth when he smiled seemed to be exactly the same.

The resemblance made him dissatisfied and disgusted.

...But even so, so what.

Klein thought of his brother and sister after a long absence. Ever since the conversation that day, he could no longer openly regard the relatives of the body he occupied as his brother and sister. However, even so, Benson and Melissa still played an important role in his heart. He did not want to see them again or think about their affairs. Klein knew that they were still alive, stable and relatively stable. Living richly, they knew that Klein was dead, and his body was awakened by the evil god and became a terrifying existence.

The hand lying on the long bronze table slowly "rised up". One after another, the spiritual insects seemed to be called by something, and one after another they approached the seat of "The Fool" and quickly connected with each other. Behind the hand, an entire human outline extends from the gap in half of the palm.

Gray mist surged in spontaneously, and a blurry figure sat at the end of the long table.

Klein's hands were stretched out and clenched, a little stiff. He looked like a corpse that had just been dug out of the soil, with a bloodless face and a cold expression.

Through Source Castle's vision, he looked at the entire world in the distance.

His consciousness gradually became calmer, becoming as calm and silent as an eternal existence. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he finally resisted the idea of ​​using a sarcastic expression and a playful attitude to perform the next actions. In a corner of his mind, Klein suddenly thought of his guide who had been gone for a long time, and sadness and nostalgia flashed through his heart.

The next moment, he became the indifferent and indifferent god "The Fool" again.

TBC
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Did He feel this way at that time?

I feel that my spirit is gradually becoming weird, and I feel that another person's consciousness invades my brain.

Feeling like you are no longer yourself.

I miss the days when I was not a demigod, and I miss Him a little.

When I reach the finish line, I want to tell him as a junior or a friend.

"I've...I've really tried my best."

(End of this chapter)