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

Chapter 114 Nothing new
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"His soul is gone."

"Whose hands did it go to? I can't see clearly, was it the Goddess of Night?"

"He is not the only backup. Everyone in the cocoon is Tianzun's backup. If he dies, when will the next person come?"

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Edward returned home in a good mood. It was already dark just after seven o'clock, and Amon was fiddling with something in the kitchen.

The owl, which was dozing with one eye open and the other closed, faithfully reported back to the devil what it saw. It saw that in the half hour after it had gone out, Amon had performed a variety of unreasonable behaviors such as "steaming chicken legs in a steamer", "making strawberry chocolate flavored pork and cabbage dumplings", "putting the prepared bread dough into the microwave", and "putting the rice cakes into the oven". He also tried to make himself an edible dinner through these behaviors that desecrated both Eastern and Western food cultures... Where did the microwave oven come from?

After being struck by the gaze of the Outer God, Amon took out a Storm Path Seal from the simple microwave oven:
“I read the guide to appliance manufacturing.”

"Then I discovered that the essence of 'microwaves' and 'electromagnetic waves' are finely controlled electric currents, so I gave it a try."

Under the gaze of four eyes, he took out the bread dough from the bowl, only to see that the bread was half wet and half dry due to serious uneven heating. Because there were too many bubbles and the temperature was not high enough, it formed a sponge-like structure, climbing up the bowl wall like a yellow colony of bacteria. Edward frowned at this overly creative bread shape, but Amon was very interested and put the seal and bread dough back into the simple microwave to continue heating.

This device was so simple that it didn't even have a temperature and time control panel, let alone sophisticated circuits and electronic components. Amon didn't know a certain rule for safe use of microwave ovens, so a glass bowl was used to hold the bread dough... Ten seconds later, an expected explosion sounded, glass shards flew everywhere, and the owl covered its face with its wings.

The servants appeared consciously and began to clean up the mess. Amon, whose head was burned, looked at the broken glass and steaming bread on the ground. He picked up the seal, pinched his eyes, and smiled stubbornly, "Interesting, interesting, the old civilization is so horrible."

After packing up everything, Amon brought his food sample to the table, picked up a black, still liquefying strawberry chocolate skin pork and cabbage dumpling with his hands, and put it into Edward's mouth. Amon chewed it, then stole his taste buds and stuffed it into a random servant, and the unfortunate demon retched on the spot.

He said nonchalantly, "How could humans, who didn't even have extraordinary abilities in the past, actually develop something this miraculous?"

"...No, no one invented this thing. It's just that you came up with it out of boredom. It's also a waste of food."

"I mean the microwave." Amon used a fork to poke the hard rice cake baked in the oven. The fork couldn't penetrate it, so Amon used a knife to cut it open. The rice cake made a sound like a brick being sawed by an electric saw.

Those who can cook and those who can't cook were all silent.

"I actually just wanted to try out some of the old-timey appliances."

Amon spread his hands and said innocently and helplessly: "I didn't expect that the most popular ability in that era was the ability of the storm path. Various electrical, electromagnetic waves, electrical signals, networks... In the beginning, who thought of using the power of lightning? Isn't that purely natural?"

"Thunder and lightning have been considered the wrath of gods since ancient times."

Edward replied, "But some scientists invented the battery and used electrical energy to conduct some experiments. Later, a bold man wanted to confirm whether these electrons used as energy were the same as the lightning in the sky. So he released a metal kite into the sky during a thunderstorm, hoping to guide the lightning into the battery."

"He wasn't struck, no, he wasn't electrocuted?"

"No. He didn't reach the threshold, but he survived. This proves that lightning is not the wrath of the gods at all, but just a natural phenomenon."

"Plus, he later campaigned for the independence of the colony where he was born, so some people commented on him: 'He obtained lightning from the sky and civil rights from the tyrant.'" Edward thought of the situation on the southern continent and the sea, and smiled sarcastically. "If he still wants to do this now, he will be in the private room of the Storm Church dungeon."

After hearing the story, Amon felt a little regretful: "But the thunder and lightning now are indeed the wrath of God."

"Yes." The demon was unconvinced, "So these are all reasonable, correct, and natural."

"Because gods exist, it is not surprising that countries and royal families supported by gods can last for thousands of years. Because gods exist, electricity, wind power, and solar energy are unimaginable. Who dares to use the power of gods for their own benefit? They can only use gas, steam, and machinery instead."

The servant brought a cup of coffee and respectfully placed it in front of the demon. His expression was neither sad nor happy, revealing a sense of indifference and a bit of regret: "And the so-called sacrifice... Never mind, this is actually a bit irrelevant. In short, all this powerlessness and inability to change are correct and reasonable, too natural, so there is no need to change. It is because people think so, gods think so, and everyone thinks so, so I feel that human civilization has ended long ago, and what we have now is disgusting garbage."

"I think I understand your judgment point."

"But why do you judge the world today by the human and social norms of the Old Age, instead of letting it develop as it is?"

“Because there is no natural development in this world.”

The Outer Gods said: "When extraordinary creatures were born and humans were still weak, humans no longer had the ability to become the masters of the world again. According to our complete estimates, after the chaos of the First Age, a small number of rational ancient gods will gradually establish their own civilizations, and will also stop at a certain stage because of the solidification of power. The civilizations of giants, dragons, elves and phoenixes will compete with each other. This process will last for a very long time, and humans will play the role of livestock, just like chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep."

Amon thought of dinosaurs for no reason. According to the encyclopedia of the Old Era, chickens, ducks and birds are basically descended from dinosaurs. The ruler who once dominated the world has become a dish. Is the ancient sun god who swept everything equivalent to a resurrected dinosaur god? He swept away the civilization of humans and other races, allowing birds to reoccupy the world?

"After that, some outstanding humans will be selected to serve as managers of other livestock. Then there will be resistance and the rise of the human race. This period will be about 10,000 years later. Humans will rely on their most advantageous part - thinking ability to slowly gain advantages. In the end, they may fight against extraordinary creatures, or they may be completely destroyed, or they may return to the status of the primates of all things. In short, they have fought with their own strength and won a certain victory."

"So you actually have something against my father." Amon analyzed rationally and thought seriously, "His coming changed the development of everything."

"Perhaps. I do want to witness the development of nature. Although I don't agree with it, I acknowledge the achievements and greatness of the ancient sun god." God said, "He forcibly turned the development of civilization onto another path. On this path, the old civilization cannot be reproduced, and the extraordinary civilization created by the human group that I am waiting for is completely cut off. If the god who claims to protect humans and the world needs humans to sacrifice for him, then let this world die."

Amon ate the rice cakes with a crunching sound like chewing bricks, and asked vaguely, "Has the issue of Sefirah Castle's successor been resolved?"

The devil nodded, a little absent-mindedly.

“I know you must have taken the opportunity to sense the aura of Sefirah Castle.” The Outer God glanced at Amon calmly, and Amon felt like he was being stared at by those empty light blue eyes again. “If you really did that, the one you should be wary of is not me, but your true self.”

"Because you decided to go back over there."

"...Yes. Only when I return there can I feel more clearly what 'I' really is."

One of the avatars of the natural mythical creature smiled nonchalantly, but his expression was not relaxed enough: "I hope to gain your favor."

"The incident with the Belia family gave me inspiration, so I hope you can give me your blessing to prevent them from discovering my abnormality."

The Outer God slowly stirred the coffee with a spoon decorated with gold, added two spoons of milk and a sugar cube, and stirred the mixture into a wonderful vortex. He did not pick up the cup, but the liquid level in it dropped bit by bit, revealing the pattern in the cup. He said coldly: "This is a huge price."

“I can work on paying it.”

"I don't want things from the present or the past. I want you to pay with your future." The Decayed King said, "I can give you blessings. In exchange, you have to let me see the future that is possible."

Possibility, in the final analysis, is just a "possibility", a branch of the future that is more likely to be realized, similar to fate, but completely different. "The most likely outcome" is not equal to "the real future", just like the flickering fire may go out at any time, and it is also easily affected by various natural and man-made disasters. The half of the god walking on the ground is not good at the authority of the other self, so it can only perceive it vaguely.

"I now feel that the price that can be paid with money and material things is very cheap." Amon's face looked ugly, but not completely ugly. He asked, "Why are you not obsessed with money this time?"

"Obsessed with money? So that's how you see me."

The Outer God asked back: "Why don't you think it's worth it to use some metal pieces and paper to make the angels work hard?"

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The next morning, at ten past nine, Mrs. Summer Starling walked out of the house, followed by servants who were packing the furniture for delivery.

The carriage was busy, and the young, beautiful and ostentatious lady held her head high, her slender neck like a swan, trying her best to stand elegantly and eye-catching, showing off her beauty generously. She tilted her head slightly to look in the direction of her tenant, and saw that a brand new newspaper had been stuffed into the mailbox at Mr. Sherlock's door, and it had not been taken out yet, and a sign saying "Owner is not here" was hung upright on the wooden door.

Mr. Moriarty went out very early... She raised her chin slightly, withdrew her gaze without thinking too much, and began to give orders to the servants.

Southwest of Backlund, Faye Manor.

The demon servants responsible for maintaining the manor had finished their work and were sent back to Edward Vaughan. The members of the Aurora Society skillfully disguised themselves as coachmen, servants, gardeners, maids and noble families, and took over this large manor with an annual rent of 7 pounds.

Only some people were accidentally injured in the beginning of exploring this huge sealed house. Now, the members of the Aurora Society have successfully understood the structure of this manor and its various secret passages and rooms.

Medici stood in front of the glass door at the garden entrance, took two deep breaths, and felt more nervous and frightened than ever before.

He was irritated, and suddenly reached out to rub Amon's hair. Amon was distracted and did not dodge the attack from the Red Angel, and the black hair on his head suddenly stood up. The Red Angel laughed and dodged to distance himself after the attack. Amon was furious, but he couldn't get angry, so he hooked his finger to steal Medici's sense of direction. After watching the Red Angel step on his left foot and right foot and turn around twice, he calmed down a little: "What are you doing?"

Medici grinned and said, "It makes me miss you so much."

Seeing Amon's hesitation and distress, Medici, who had a plan, struck while the iron was hot: "Aren't you going in yet?"

After hearing what the instigator said, Amon, who was still thinking, subconsciously took two steps forward. Before pushing the door, he suddenly reacted and sneered at Medici several times: "You were summoned, why don't you go in?"

"Are you going to run away from the battlefield?"

"Little crow, the word 'deserting' is an insult to the conqueror! If I hear this sentence on the battlefield, I will definitely slap your butt hard." Medici was not panicked at all. Soran and Einhorn controlled his feet to turn, and he turned back without changing his expression.

Medici took a deep breath, and flames ignited from the soles of his feet, burning off the black trousers and brown and white jacket on the container, burning off the face that was not suitable for making a defiant expression, and burning off the limp black hair.

The angel in full armor stood up from the fire, straightened his back, brushed off the sparks on his body, and casually shook his long red hair.

"How about it, Amon? Does this look familiar?"

"You're wrong. I've never been familiar with you."

Medici sneered, making no comment on the somewhat angry answer, then reached out and pushed open the glass door leading to the garden.

When he pushed open the door, he was still a little nervous. This nervousness was different from the one he had when preparing for the war, different from every expectation and despair in the dark basement, and different from everything in the past thousand years. What would be left after countless hopes were dashed? Probably just a pool of stagnant water, with the hottest fire drowned in the deepest part of the stagnant water, and the dampness and coldness made it forget that it could even burn.

Medici stepped into the glass greenhouse. The relatively constant temperature made it look not dilapidated even in the cold winter wind. He restrained his expression, and looked serious and earnest, as if he was walking in the kingdom of God.

Step by step, He walked along the path to the end and saw a child-like God sitting where the sunlight was shining.

The Red Angel suddenly found that all his preparations were useless. There were no deadly whispers in the air, no emotions full of resentment or pain, no upside-down gods, no endless blood and fallen spirits. Only his God, his Lord looked at him silently. The child's face was still childish, but it already had the compassion and outline of the former Creator. Time slowed down at this moment, and the world was so quiet.

The god looked at him calmly, and that look lasted forever.

So Medici accepted the baptism of this gaze and finally let go of all the embarrassment and shame of meeting the Holy See as an evil spirit.

He turned his head and saw Amon following behind him. The clone, who was not very straightforward, was still reluctant to get along with the half-father of the original body, and gave him a stern look in response. He seemed to see the past behind him. Then he turned his head, and the Lord was still looking at him calmly. The saint stood beside the Lord, as quiet as a shadow. Although there was no figure of the demon around, Medici couldn't help but think:
Could this be a dream?
Had I been completely driven crazy, so I had a dream about a demon taking me back to heaven?
Just when he felt confused, Amon behind him pushed him again - Medici now found this kid more and more pleasing to the eye - and said mercilessly: "Why are you standing there?"

“You don’t need stones in your garden that are blocking the way.”

Medici smiled, and then he strode to the Lord, knelt on one knee, raised his head, and looked at the young face.

"Lord, have you made me wait too long?"

His Lord smiled, and then his calm demeanor returned.

He gently placed his hand on Medici's shoulder and spoke in a gentle and compassionate tone that the Dark Saint and Amon had heard for the first time, but which Medici was very familiar with:
"O Medici, my angel of war."

"Thanks a lot."

TBC
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Graduation period is so tiring and busy, with so many things to do. In order to print a document, my roommate and I had to queue up at 6:30 in the morning, and it wasn’t my turn until 8 in the evening. When I came back, I had to watch the quarrels among the book friends group. I am going to die, please kill me.

(End of this chapter)