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

Chapter 322 Early August

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"Then I propose that we clear out the Intis garrison tonight, and then establish normal diplomatic relations with Intis in the name of the Highland Kingdom. Who of you supports this and who opposes it?"

"I am against..."

"boom!"

"We are all compatriots fighting for the Highland Kingdom. It's not good to fight and kill like this. Who else objects?"

"Your Highness Siea! Your Highness Siea! The Angel of Temperance has gone mad!"

"His Highness Siea said he doesn't care about this matter! Go find Lord Balanca!"

No one knew about the changes that were taking place in the Rose School.

Under the cover of night, the colors in a corner suddenly became bright, the passage to the spiritual world gradually opened, Edward appeared in the territory of the Rose School, and something flew past His eyes.

What? He turned his head and saw a werewolf hanging on a tree in the distance, a zombie pierced by the hands of the clock tower hanging in the air, wailing and cleaning its intestines, resentful souls flying around in the sky under the curse, a shivering puppet hiding in the corner, and a familiar-looking giant rag doll beating everyone. He felt that the style of the Rose School of Art had become more abstract than the last time he came.

"Your Highness Richard, stop fighting! No one will follow you to clean up the garrison if you continue fighting!"

"It's okay, I can do it alone!" The rag doll screamed, and the "Cursed King" flying in the sky suddenly fell headfirst, "Ballanca, take care of your subordinates, don't stop me!"

After warmly greeting Barranca, Ragdoll looked around the Rose School base, which was filled with grief, and asked, "Anyone else objects?"

Edward: "What are you doing?"

The giant rag doll turned around and took a deep breath, ending its mythical creature form and indulgence state at the same time. He turned back into Richard Ernst, stepped over the prisoners, werewolves, zombies, and silent disciples lying on the ground, and approached the demon somewhat reluctantly.

"Excuse me, I am disciplining the younger generation." He was reluctant and even perfunctory. "What brings you here?"

"I thought about it this afternoon and I think I can take over the position of the Bound God." Edward asked, "Does anyone object?"

The demigods pretending to be dead on the ground pricked up their ears at the same time as if struck by lightning. The base suddenly fell into a dead silence. Richard frowned slightly and said, "Ah, then, with all due respect, what do you think of the ideas of the Rose School, the Highland Resistance Army, and the new struggle strategy?"

"In the battle, provide necessary support according to prayers. The rest of the time, you can fend for yourself as you please."

"What else is there to say? I support it." Richard smiled immediately. "It's almost like this now anyway!"

"What if I came here to help Intis destroy you?"

"Well, then I can only fight you to the death and then die."

Edward connected with Suea's spirit, ready to use the other party's mystical connection to find the location of the Bound God: "Are you not going to live this time and continue to work hard to protect more people under my command?"

"What are you talking about?" Richard couldn't help laughing, "I have died to protect everyone."

"That's indeed the choice you would make."

Edward did not answer. He reached out his hand and grasped the corresponding symbol that was shining in the astral world due to the mystical connection.

……

hours ago.

"What about 0-08?" asked the True Creator. "Use it to amend the city's public security regulations."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Edward replied, "I already fed it to Adam."

The True Creator slowly withdrew his hand:
"What are you going to do with Adam?"

"Use Him as a medium for long-term and stable communication between me and my main body. The other me is too weak now. I have to provide support to you who jumped into the Chaos Sea while guarding against my good compatriots outside, and try not to let Him divert too much attention." Edward spread his hands, "I'm still thinking about when to throw away the moon... Oh, just throw it away when you fail, put the door in and give the moon to Him, and then the grudge between you pillars has nothing to do with me."

The True Creator felt his blood pressure rising rapidly, but there was nothing He could do about it. After all, He could not guarantee that the one crawling out of the sea would be Himself.

"We are about to leave. I will ask you one more question before we leave."

"?"

"You really don't want to capture Amon and dance with you? If you want to preserve yourself as much as possible, the authority of 'error' might be useful."

It really worked... The True Creator thought of the time when he had just woken up in this world a few epochs ago, when Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun used the uniqueness of "error" to make God's resurrection go wrong, and it was him who returned from the sea of ​​chaos instead of Him. But as time passed, the impact of "error" became increasingly limited, and in the end, He had to use death as a means to escape from the origin.

"No need. If 'Error' falls into the Chaos Sea, I will have personally extinguished another hope for the Earth."

Edward looked at Him with complicated eyes: "But if you leave Amon outside, I feel that the hope of the Earth will soon be gone."

After all, Zaratul, Klein, and Pales all seem to be in Backlund now, and their combined strength is amazing. If Amon comes in to fish in troubled waters, no one from Sefirah Castle to the fortune tellers to thieves will be able to escape. We can only hope that the Lord of Storms will beat Amon up for the sake of the true Creator.

"You think too much."

The True Creator snorted:
"Amon will not appear in Backlund during this period. This is my judgment of His character. The only one who can make Him appear is Pales Zoroast. But during this special period, Storm will impose martial law in Backlund. He will not risk too much to sneak into Backlund."

"Too."

Edward held his chin:

"I think you can choose Zaratul or Pales. Don't just stick with Klein. I think the three of them are not much different in character. Maybe Pales is even kinder."

The True Creator looked at Him.

Edward gave a gloating smile.

If you want to support Pales, you have to find out the uniqueness and sequence of an angel king with a strong background.

In the Fourth Epoch, Amon had a deep blood feud with the thief families, Zoroaster and Jacob. If Pales was helped up, regardless of whether he was willing to accept the support of the true Creator, Pales, who was full of love for his family and descendants, would probably beat Amon to death to comfort the spirits of the younger generations of his family in heaven.

"You have human selfishness again at this time? You really treat Him as your child."

Or, in a more roundabout way, let Pales jump to the "Gate" path or "Fortune Teller" first, then become a god, and then break off a piece of Sequence One and Uniqueness from Amon... But it still cannot change the fact that Pales may slap Amon to death with one slap.

"Human nature is so complicated." The True Creator admitted frankly.

"I won't try to mediate the conflict between them, but out of my own selfish desire, I also don't want to see them fight to death."

"What about Zaratul?"

"It has not been smooth to accommodate Zaratul. I don't think it will be smooth to accommodate Sefirah Castle. I will not consider it for the time being until Klein fails."

The True Creator shook his head without any hesitation:

"Don't worry about other people for now. I jumped into the sea this time to verify your way of survival. Identity is just a persona for you. In fact, 'Winter' or 'Edward' are not you. They are just a persona that you use conveniently. You are actually the 'Essence Incarnation'. Only because you are the incarnation of the Essence, the damage to the Essence has such a great impact on you." "Therefore, I came up with an idea - maybe I can compromise between your way of survival and ours. Sooner or later, I will accommodate the Chaos Sea. Instead of fighting with the Original Spirit again and committing suicide without repentance, I might as well try to see if I can become the personality of the Original Spirit for at least the next eighteen years."

"That's a good idea." Edward nodded. "Although it depends on the origin, I think your success rate is very high."

He stopped complaining about the real Creator's obsession with this planet and instead started discussing this topic seriously:

"Your personal will is relatively strong. You have experienced death and have been reborn in madness. You have recognized yourself again. It is not an exaggeration to say that your humanity and self are now at the top of the world. However, when you contain the sea of ​​chaos, the original spirit and will will erode you - not just the erosion of divinity, but the erosion of a higher, another life."

The True Creator sat down and said, "Tell me in detail."

"Your self-perception is still stable as a human being, right? This is the most important part of your humanity."

"In fact, the sun, storms and everything else are fine. The biggest erosion to you should be 'omniscience'."

"I think it's a good thing for you to have the memories and identity of the old era. You should be grateful to the past world. Because humans once controlled electricity, you are still human after obtaining the 'Storm', and the same is true for the 'Sun'. The old world can help you resist the original will in mysticism. But humans are not omniscient, nor omnipotent, so when you obtain 'omniscience and omnipotence', you will truly be out of the scope of humans."

Edward also sat down, pulled a piece of white paper from the table, and drew a long line on it with a pen:
"I will assume that this line is the 'omniscience' you perceive when you are eroded during the initial confrontation."

"This is the birth of the universe." Edward drew a line on the line.

"This is the origin of life." Edward drew another line back.

"This is the formation of stars and nebulae."

“This is the original knowledge and authority.”

"This is the beginning and end of our world."

"This is the universe before the first memory."

"..."

“This is Earth.”

There was only one centimeter left of the long line segment. Edward picked up a magnifying glass and carefully drew another line on this centimeter, infinitely close to the end of the line segment.

"This is human."

"The Earth has a history of 4.6 billion years. If you look at the time of the Earth from an 'omniscient' perspective, you will find that humans only appeared in the last ten seconds of the long history of the planet. In these ten seconds, humans were born quickly, established civilization quickly, and were destroyed quickly."

"And the 4.6 billion years of the Earth are only a few tens of seconds or minutes in the universe."

"Then you entered an extraordinary era. You gave human beings the meaning of existence, but you also did not give them enough time to develop their own racial cohesion. You saved the world and spread faith. Your actions were infinitely close to God. How could you ensure that you still felt that you were a human being, a short life that only existed for ten seconds, and not a God?"

The True Creator looked at the line and said, "So you have never supported me in reclaiming the White Tower."

"Didn't I say this? You are now guided by the Creator, but you cannot create everything, nor are you omniscient and omnipotent. But you are indeed the Creator. You are now a 'bug' that has taken advantage of a loophole. Maybe you can really succeed."

You are right. Humans are such tiny creatures. They only occupy a few seconds in the memory of the earth, and are like a speck of dust in the memory of the universe... If we want to understand humans, we must not only understand their creative power and greatness, but also accept their insignificance and powerlessness. We cannot indulge in the illusory sense of omnipotence brought by extraordinary power, nor can we blindly put humans in a weak position...

The True Creator recalled the life he once had, and the efforts he had made to resist the Origin: "I have my own ideas. How much memory can your authority enhance?"

"If Adam, as a medium, is stable, he can exert the power of the true God."

True God... Very good. If the power of the Old Ones can penetrate through the barrier, I should consider whether to drive you out, or quickly become God and escape with the Earth.

But the words of the True God were still acceptable. The True Creator nodded slightly. Regardless of whether the words of the Outer God were true or false, since He said so, the power that penetrated must be at the level of the True God.

"Then I'll ask some other questions."

Edward rubbed his hands:
"Before I leave, shall I go and reclaim the Bound God? The power of self-restraint may be useful in helping you maintain your humanity."

"That's the bargaining chip for success." The True Creator didn't want to agree. "The Bound God has endured the pollution of the Mother Tree of Desire for nearly a thousand years. I hope He can keep His life. If you must advance the reward, then you can only take Uniqueness."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." Edward stood up immediately. "I'll have dinner and come back to see you."

……

'What do you see?'

I saw my believers being slaughtered. From the vast plains to the dense forests, from the breeze-blown coasts to the deep mountains and valleys, my believers and people were dying, and their blood was dyeing the earth red.

'what have you done? '

Faced with war and indiscriminate killing, I tried to revise the concept of moderation and encourage people to participate in resistance, but my country was too weak. Guns and extraordinary strength replaced the sickle of death and slashed the necks of the warriors wielding cold weapons. They were brave but powerless and could only die meaninglessly, leaving the living to sink in madness and pain.

"Then why don't you hate something, Tolzner?"

The devil found the soul that was in danger of being polluted. The old yellow bandages wrapped the dry body of the "god". Brown branches pierced his body. His abdomen was bulging and shriveled... Compared with the gods, he looked more like a mummy that had just been dug out from the royal mausoleum by explorers. Oh, without any gold and silver decorations and a golden coffin to prove his identity, this mummy probably couldn't even enter a museum.

"Don't you want to hate something? Why don't you support the indulgence faction? You have been ruined by the war."

The devil sat cross-legged on a branch and flipped through some of the other party's most profound memories... The fragmented memories were nothing more than some ancient scenes of the destruction of a country and the death of people, so he prescribed the right remedy and seduced him with a few words in a casual tone.

The war caused the concept of the temperance faction to be separated from the masses, and the power of the indulgence faction grew rapidly. Born more than 900 years ago, Sua was originally just an insignificant little character. As a result, he became more and more indulgent and powerful during the war, and finally killed the leader of the temperance faction, Renette Tinicole, a few years ago, allowing the indulgence faction to completely defeat the temperance faction.

It was like a final decision. From then on, the bound god was no longer able to compete with the Mother Tree of Desire.

"As the biggest invisible victim of war, and as a god who lost his followers and everything in the war, you are most qualified to hate."

“Just raise your gun or knife and throw something over there. Or open your mouth and curse at the land over there. Your believers are dead, so at least you should let them lose some believers, right? Your people have lost their families, so at least you should let them lose their families, so that you can get some cruel comfort.”

The red light gradually faded, and the shriveled mummy opened its mouth and let out a silent and violent roar.

"You don't want to hurt civilians, hatred will never end...?"

Edward heard the answer from the roar and said, "I now understand why you have ended up like this."

"It seems that your role-playing is not very successful. You are bound by everything, including your own conscience and your own morality. You provide the concept of self-control, but you do not provide a new concept for believers in special times. Your moral standards need to be lowered. Indulgence is obviously just a worse way of acting, but you genius Highlanders have turned it into two strategies for governing the country."

"Okay, dear bound god, you may not believe it, but I am here to free you. Whether this is a deception or a lie, you must listen carefully: let go of your mental blockade, let me take over, let me understand you, let me help the weak you lead the believers in the highlands, express your sincerity to me, open your heart to me -"

Edward held out his hand:
"Give me your uniqueness."

TBC
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I was typing halfway when I was suddenly called out to join a family dinner with relatives and to speak. I went, I went. I almost died outside from social phobia.

(End of this chapter)