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

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Human beings: carbon-based life forms and intellectual beings that lack the basis for individual identification.

A body with a simple structure, almost identical to each individual, and simple raw materials. Bones and surface skin determine individual differences in appearance. Human beings distinguish individuals by appearance, but it is obvious that they are even more different on the inside. The cuticle wraps the flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood hides the choroidal nerves. Inefficient energy conversion method and low-end energy intake method. It was too crude, and I simply had no way to start. If there wasn't a ready-made soul that could be simulated, I might have to spend longer observing human civilization.

"Hello? Fellow?" This special human waved his hand in front of my eyes. I didn't know the meaning of this action. "Uncle? What are you doing? Am I too handsome? You've been staring at me for five years. Minutes!"

"No, no. Of course, you are indeed handsome," I said. "Nice to meet you, Russell Gustav, a fellow countryman."

Handsome - Handsome, handsome, a word invented by humans to express their aesthetics, synonymous with ■■■■ and ■■-■.

I understand the meaning of the word, but what I find difficult to understand is the human division of "handsome" and "ugly". There is an old joke from the old times in my information library: "When Westerners first set foot on the land of the East, they were surprised to find that every yellow race looked the same. Could it be that they distinguished each other by smell? Is that so?" It can be seen that there are cognitive impairments among different races within the same group, not to mention that the life forms are completely different from them.

What's more, I am not the complete me now. Although I have the authority to "decline" matter, I can only use the power of the demonic path. The true body is out of reach. I can only rely on myself to understand human civilization.

"Nicetomeetyou!"

He said with excitement: "What's your name? Where did you come from? My original life was very boring. It's so interesting to travel back in time! What did you do before you came here? How old are you? Do you play games? What's your rank?..."

Russell is a male human with less melanin in his skin and dark brown slightly curly hair on his head. Holding the hair in bunches is blue textile. He wraps his body in various fabrics with different raw materials, and he likes brighter color combinations.

OK, I remember.

Say goodbye to him and go out. I found Russell everywhere.

103

The joy of killing Lanervus, the pleasure of taking revenge with his own hands, the pain of remembering the past, and the extremely complicated emotions of meeting his compatriots in a foreign land at this moment were mixed together. Klein was speechless for a moment.

At two o'clock in the morning, on a remote street in Backlund, under the gas lamp, an old remnant and an outside god pretending to be an old remnant looked at each other. None of the police officers passing by on patrol noticed it. Even if they walked two meters away, they acted as if they didn't see anything. But rather than saying that they were looking at each other, it was better to say that Klein had temporarily stopped thinking because of the overwhelming amount of information, while Edward was sizing him up, waiting for Klein to speak first so that he could prescribe the right medicine to deceive him.

The part of consciousness that was implanted with relevant information about "Edward Vaughn" to imitate his words and deeds spoke with great interest: "Although we have completely read Russell's memory, we still don't understand the old civilization. . I think we can establish a friendly relationship with this survivor, find opportunities to obtain his memory, and imitate humans as much as possible."

"I like this child. He has the aura of death and secret shelter in him. He is fearful, joyful, and panicked. It looks very interesting."

The consciousness of the Declined King, which occupies 80% of the computing power of this container's ocean of thought, but never expresses its own personality, responded rather coldly to the other 20%:

"It is extremely inefficient to explore ancient civilizations through humans."

He said: "As long as I establish contact with the earth, I can complete the collection of information on all social forms and social consciousness that humans have so far in an instant, including the knowledge of the old era. Compared with obtaining the old information from him, knowledge, we should analyze the reasons why he was able to survive the initial awakening. As long as we figure out the reasons, we can trace the roots and capture more remnants of the old days. And further clarify whether the existence of the remnants of the old days is really Because of Him.”

"Unlike the real Creator, Russell has been abandoned by the cause itself. I can't feel any residual traces of the hidden existence's bets from him. But he should never be a soul that just crosses time and latitude. He may be The first one, but most likely not the last one.”

The other 20% said: "In short, we have reached a consensus on contacting the other party, and the focus can be discussed in the future."

"That's right. Go ahead."

A simple internal communication was completed, and the two parts of consciousness worked together again to build a human individual named Edward Vaughn. Klein had just recovered his mood and emotions, and took the initiative to ask in Chinese with a little anticipation: "Um, hello, my name is Zhou Mingrui, who is you?"

"I see, you and Russell come from the same place."

The devil threw out Russell as the basis for a closer relationship, and very naturally exerted the influence of amplifying the other party's desire to communicate with fellow villagers in his words, and took the initiative to extend his hand: "I am Edward Vaughn, maybe you can listen Said. This is my name all the time, always was."

Klein, who was about to shake hands with the other party, almost pulled his hand back in shock - of course he knew the name! In other words, this name is as unforgettable in his mind as Russell's. Angel of the Abyss, friend and subordinate of Emperor Russell, probably the only two senior time travelers in the world! Emperor Roselle has passed away for more than a hundred years, but his whereabouts have not been seen since then. Historians suspect that he was also quietly obliterated by the enemy in that assassination or in the subsequent turmoil. He occasionally lamented that although Russell was in a foreign country, he still had a companion. Occasionally, he calculated that the other party could obtain free occult knowledge. He did not expect that he would meet him like this - the most important thing is, This is a real angel! A strong man from Sequence 2 who has experienced hundreds of years!

In some ancient records and myths, this level can already be called a god, both an angel and a god!

Could this be a coincidence? Or does it have something to do with the mysterious gray mist I hold? Klein became wary, but his mood was still cheerful. After carefully shaking hands with the other party, he couldn't wait to ask:

"How did you travel to this world?"

Klein changed the language back to Runen. Because he wasn't sure whether this foreign fellow would be willing to communicate with him in Chinese. Anyway, Klein would never be stupid enough to talk to this serious British angel using the loose English he spoke before time travel!

Time travel... Russell is considered a case, and now he has a control group. However, without any communication, the two remnants of the past from the East believed that this was "traveling" rather than "awakening", which is also an interesting cultural commonality. No, he was very surprised when he heard my name just now. He knows me. Where did he know it? history book? textbook? Edward thought with interest. Indeed, according to Russell's memory he read, time-travel novels were indeed very popular in that land.

"I used to be a fan of occult science. I came to this world one day after practicing divination with an old crystal pendulum I found."

"I see, I tried a transshipment ritual recorded in the book, and ended up here inexplicably."

Klein frowned slightly, a little confused and curious: "They are all related to mysticism. Is it possible to time travel as long as you do it? Or is there a specific time? In which year did you time travel?"

Edward thought about it seriously and found that part of the memory was so worn that it was almost impossible to read, so he gave a more informative answer: "I can't remember, but during that time, the young people around me were complaining. ‘Avengers 4’ is really unsatisfactory.”

"Then the time we traveled through is still very close."

Klein was slightly relieved. It was one thing to learn from the diary, but it was another thing to be confirmed by another time traveler. He couldn't wait to ask: "How long have you been in this world?"

"This year happens to be the fourteenth hundredth year."

"...What?" Klein thought he heard wrongly.

"This year happens to be the fourteenth hundredth year." Edward repeated patiently, "I arrived at the end of the Fourth Era, witnessed the establishment of the church system, announced the beginning of the Fifth Era, and have been living in the Fifth Era to this day."

This this--

Klein was so surprised that he couldn't speak. His first reaction was "That's outrageous! How can a human live for 1,400 years?!" Then he remembered that the other person was an angel, and angels have less than a thousand years to live. Strange. The opponent is no longer even a human being. After all, the path is to change the race of the "demon". But, fourteen hundred years? Fourteen hundred years? This was a period of time that was too long for Klein to imagine. Because it was too long to be understood, it lost its weight and connotation. It was just a cold number.

From Russell's diary, I learned that the time the other person traveled through was almost a few years different from his own, but after crossing over, they were separated by nearly two hundred years. Klein took some comfort from this. Maybe he could spend hundreds of years here and only be slightly missing for a few years when he went back.

——But this senior’s answer caused his mental construction to collapse instantly! He suddenly realized that what he was thinking was wrong!

This senior's time of travel was very close to his own, and it should not be far from Russell's time of time travel, but there was a full 1,400 years between them. Thinking on the bright side, it may be that the time flow rate between the two worlds has been further increased. Maybe it will only be a few years for me to toss here for a thousand years and then go back, as long as I can live for a thousand years. But if you think about the worst... it means that the idea of ​​time difference is simply untenable... time travel is just a random time, and the time point cannot be estimated. Maybe there will be another time traveler tens or hundreds of years from now. …

But why do they all happen to travel to this world together?

Klein's face turned pale and his breathing gradually became rapid. He shook his head and stopped this thought in time to prevent his only belief from being defeated by the cold reality. He originally wanted to ask, "Do you have any clues about going back?" After all, the other party is an angel, but then he thought about it, the angel who has been in this world for 1,400 years is still here, or he has not found a way. , or they no longer want to go back. After all, a thousand years is too long, long enough for ordinary people to start a dozen new lives, and Klein is not sure whether the other party still misses the earth.

What's more, He Himself just said, "I can't remember."

Edward was truly a good listener. He said nothing and quietly waited for Klein to regain his composure. He watched as Klein suddenly panicked because of his answer. His mood slipped from joy and necessary vigilance to panic. He walked a circle on the edge of despair, and now turned into caution and fear. Edward didn't know what he was thinking, because Russell had never shown such an emotional change.

"Sorry, I just lost my composure." Klein regained his composure and forced a smile, hoping to find some interesting topics to help him recover as soon as possible. "Emperor Russell mentioned you many times in his diary, saying that you He’s a very interesting but old-fashioned guy.”

"...I knew he must be saying bad things about me inside."

Edward changed the name of Russell following Klein's words. He also missed this topic a little: "He himself has no ability, so he copies recipes every now and then for me to learn. Russell's help is limited to the kitchen. He yelled and drank the soup first and kept asking me to season it again. Several times I finally made pasta, only to find that he had drank all the soup. Now these dishes have become his promotion The palace dishes of Intis...ha. However, these foods have become more and more outrageous after being localized. When I went there thirty years ago, I ate cherry dumpling pudding and pineapple stuffed xiaolongbao with fruit dumplings. Soup."

……what? Klein almost choked on his own spit.

Edward completely understood that when he saw the name of the dish, he almost gave up thinking in addition to respecting and sighing for human creativity, and decided to go to Intis to see if they had developed the latest mysterious palace dish, the sacrifice spot. Let Russell help him maintain his humanity.

"You have such a good relationship." Although the reality was a bit outrageous, after imagining those scenes, Klein couldn't help but feel a little envious.

"Yes, Russell is my best friend." Edward finished his sentence seriously and looked away.

"But I seem to be the only one who thinks so."

The atmosphere suddenly felt sad and heavy. Klein was a little annoyed and wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but somehow his mouth was one step ahead of his brain: "Emperor Russell also said: The witch tastes really good!"

Edward thought for a second: "The witch does taste good."

...This...I really didn't expect this...that such a thing would happen...No, this is indeed very Russell, this is indeed very Intis! Intis's big dyeing vat can even contaminate an old-fashioned British gentleman... It's terrible, you are already over a thousand years old! While dumbfounded, Klein was heartbroken and decided not to contribute a penny of tourist revenue to Intis in the future.

TBC

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*Cross-server communication, Edward is really saying that the witch tastes good.

I believe everyone still remembers who the lucky victim was.

Regardless of Edward's stumbling as a human being, in fact Decay's own civilization information acquisition authority is very useful. When Decay comes online, everyone will find that this guy is 100% pure alien god, but the earth's civilization fully understands that kind of person (as long as he is willing) who can play If Ge can tell cold jokes, just play games and give him a mobile phone, and he can seamlessly join the existence of human society in the old era.

He can be more local than local.

As long as He wills.

Decline: Russell, sit down.

Ah, by the way, the civilization he is most interested in is the Transformers.