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

Chapter 329 Help
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At night, just as Klein got into bed, he suddenly heard a prayer voice he had never heard before.

If the previous prayers were just lingering whispers in the ears, then this time the prayers were like an electric drill making a dangerous buzzing sound in the ears, making people vaguely feel their scalps tingling. Klein sat up in a flash, dodged into the bathroom, and skillfully headed straight for Sefirah Castle.

He looks like a middle-aged man, with black hair and blue eyes... Do I know such a person?
Klein complained inwardly as he quickly took the main seat. The illusory circle that was obviously much larger than the other crimson stars and could even be mistaken for a crimson sun was emitting light, echoing the symbol of the "Fool".

who is it?

Klein hesitated for a moment, then reached out and clicked it, deciding to take a look at the situation before making any plans.

The red light faded, and the scene of prayer suddenly became clearer. The first thing Klein saw was a barren land, and in the distance there seemed to be a strange gray smoke screen. The smoke screen extended horizontally like a wall, and flowed slowly like water waves. His pupils shrank slightly, and his spiritual perception told him that the gray smoke screen was related to Sefirah Castle, and might even be a part of Sefirah Castle!

What is this place? Why is there the same gray fog as in Sefirah Castle?

Many questions suddenly popped up in Klein's mind, like bubbles rising from the water. Then he began to look for the person who was praying to him. There were many people in the prayer scene. At first glance, it seemed that no one matched the picture he had just seen. But after a closer look, Klein was stunned.

Are those people...? They look like a group of humanoid creatures.

Their clothes were ragged, as if made of simple pieces of cloth and animal skins. Most of them were very thin and looked malnourished. The most terrifying thing was that their bodies were severely mutated. Some of them were covered with tumors from head to back and arms, like grapes of different sizes. Some of them had crooked mouths, and the distance between their eyes was half that of normal people. Some of them had no ears, and some had no noses. They did not look like human at all. Each of them had the ability to scare children to tears. In the dark, they were even more terrifying than him when he was digesting the potion!
Klein couldn't help but get goosebumps on his back. He turned his gaze away from these distorted-looking people and suddenly made eye contact with someone.

The man had unique black and gold highlights in his hair and his eyes were as dark as blood. He not only looked at him, but even winked at him.

True Creator!
The one who prays to me is the True Creator!!

Mr. Fool’s pupils trembled, and his hair stood on end because of this familiar sense of déjà vu. He felt that some very bad memories were evoked. Then, looking at the strange wasteland in the picture, an answer suddenly flashed in his mind.

This is a land abandoned by God!
Such severely deformed people, even if there was one, would have a certain degree of fame in the outside world. Only in that place could they appear in groups without being noticed, not to mention the strange huge smoke screen in the distance.

It turns out that there are such people in the God-Forsaken Land. No, it should be said that such people are actually the norm in the God-Forsaken Land!
Silver City found the black-faced grass and was able to make normal food. They no longer used monster meat as their staple food, so the people of "Sun" and Silver City all looked normal... In the polluted God-forsaken Land, in the city-state without black-faced grass, would those who ate monster meat for many years, or even generations, eventually become like this due to the accumulation of toxins or the negative effects of extraordinary abilities?

Physical mutations will definitely affect lifespan, and may even affect emotions, leading to loss of control...

...The land forsaken by God deserves its name.

Klein couldn't help but feel sad.

"Oh, right, Ince Zangwill once wrote in 0-08 that in order to break through the blockade of the Seven Gods, the True Creator acquiesced to their God-descending ritual. The isolation of the God-forsaken Land and the insurmountable ruins of the God War prove that the 'Eastern Continent' is indeed a blockade... The True Creator came out from there, why is he going back now? Is there anything else he hasn't done?"

"And didn't He already say that He wanted me to be responsible for the connection with the God-Forsaken Land? Now...?"

"It seems that the True Creator has sensed me. Let's see what He is looking for me in the God-Forsaken Land. No, what is He looking for The Fool for..."

Klein held his breath, mustered up his courage, put on the airs of a Fool, and prepared to listen to the details of the prayer.

“…Dear Mr. Fool.”

The True Creator began to state his requirements, and Klein began to rub his hands awkwardly and looked away uncomfortably.

"I pray to you, hoping that the people of the East Continent can be redeemed..."

You are the sun yourself, so why are you trying to embarrass a little demigod like me? Is it because of the so-called "anchor" again? Klein covered his eyes with his hands, took a deep breath, and began to think about the meaning of the true creator's request.

His eyes swept over the mutated, vigilant, evasive and secretly observing the normal face of the True Creator from the East Continent Beyonders. After thinking for a few seconds, he sighed, stretched out his hand, and the sealed object belonging to the Silver City, the "Staff of Life" which looked like an ordinary wooden staff, flew over and landed in his hand.

He thought about it. Since these people might be his believers in the future, just like the people in the City of Silver, he should be responsible for them. Klein felt that he should say something brief and profound to highlight the status of The Fool, but it was hard for him to think of what to say to these people who were struggling to survive in the darkness. The conversion experience in the City of Silver told him that in this land, any extravagant words were not as practical as real help.

In the end, all the thoughts in my mind turned into a sigh.

Klein released his spirituality and came into contact with the prayer ball of the true Creator. He then grabbed a paper man and used it as a medium to bring down his power.

On the East Continent.

After the True Creator's prayer ended, for just a few seconds, it seemed as if a huge door opened in the sky.

The hunting team raised their heads one by one, and then quickly lowered them in this awe-inspiring spiritual resonance. Although they had never seen a god, nor had their prayers ever been answered, at this moment, they all believed that this was the gaze of a god, and they all believed that The Fool must be an ancient god.

They lowered their heads, and no one noticed the complexity that flashed across the face of the True Creator.

Is this right? He thought.

Is it right to hand over the people of the East Continent to Klein and let them believe in the Fool naturally?

The human part of him denied this idea in his heart. He said that this must be wrong. How could we send believers away? Even if we take a step back, how could we send these living people away like trading objects? But if He asked: Is this wrong? Who knows how "God" will treat these people? At least Klein is the best choice. He would also hesitate for a moment.

Perhaps this is the best choice. Klein can gain believers and anchors, and the people of the East Continent can be saved. He whispered in the corner of his consciousness, but... but I always feel that this is wrong. We seem to be just obsessed with giving the people of the East Continent what we think is good, and trying to unilaterally find an opportunity to make up for our past mistakes, but forget to ask them what they need.

"If we ask them, what if they are unwilling to change their beliefs?" The True Creator asked back, "It is actually difficult to cultivate a firm belief in more than ten years, and the beliefs of the Eastern Continent are often deeply rooted. We don't have more time to plan one by one."

"I even thought about giving them psychological hints to abandon their belief in the Creator and peacefully transition to becoming 'Fools'."

This is even more outrageous. He said, you can't do this, no matter what, if you do this, what is the difference between us and Adam?
“They must develop a firm belief in The Fool before leaving the East Continent. Otherwise, when they reach the outside world, it will be easy for the Creator to cause their faith to revive.” The True Creator sighed, “Perhaps we don’t have a better solution.”

They could not deny this fact, but they could not reach a consensus on it. A distant breath descended from the sky, light and shadow intertwined, and a gentle wind blew across the dark plain.

The members of the hunting team stood there with their heads bowed, remembering the ancient admonition "Do not look directly at God". They felt as if they were both awake and in a trance at the same time, and their spiritual perception outlined a series of grand and bizarre pictures - they did not see with their eyes, but through spiritual resonance they saw the endless gray sea of ​​fog, a strange world full of various symbols that they had never seen before, and seven bright ribbons of light hanging at the highest point. Finally, there seemed to be a tall figure above the seven rays of light, casting a gaze at the highest point of this magical world.

Unconsciously, they gained knowledge. They learned that this world full of symbols was called the "Spirit World" and that the seven light bands symbolized knowledge. The seven lights of the Spirit World that had existed since the birth of the world not only made their minds pure, but also allowed them to understand a lot of information without a teacher.

It also contains many images that they cannot understand, such as countless "green plants" with vigorous vitality.

The hunting team was deeply intoxicated by this wonderful feeling. Several members looked up subconsciously, as if they saw a green light descending from the sky and the comfortable breath of life caressing their cheeks gently like a mother's palm... They exclaimed!
Making noise under the gaze of God was undoubtedly a big taboo, but no one could control their emotions - the Sun Priest touched his cheek dully, and through the eyes of his other companions, he saw the tumors on his face and head begin to crack, ooze pus, fade, shrink, and disappear. In the end, not even a scar remained, and the stains on his clothes and hair also faded.

The headaches that had accompanied him since birth, caused by toxins invading his scalp, also disappeared without a trace. He had never felt so relaxed mentally and physically. It was better than the years of his adulthood, better than any other time!

The grace of God, this is undoubtedly the grace of God!

And such benign mutations did not only happen to him. As the gentle wind of life continued to blow, his crooked face gradually returned to its normal position, the missing parts gradually grew out, the hidden injuries accumulated from battle after battle were healed, the muscle tissue and defects that should not have existed slowly disappeared... The deformed people all shed tears at the same time, they were reborn in this wind.

The door in the sky slowly closed, and the real creator looked up at it, as if he was looking into the eyes of the person behind the door.

He nodded slightly.

The extremely joyful spiritual resonance gradually faded, and the members of the patrol team looked at each other's faces and bodies in surprise and restraint. They repeatedly touched their skin in disbelief. Salvation fell on those who were willing to believe in the "Fool" and those who were devout in their faith. Even the believer of the Creator who had spoken out in rebuttal fell silent at this moment, and his faith was shaken.

Now, except for their clothes and appearance, they were no different from the missionary who had suddenly appeared.

"...I am here to spread the glory of The Fool. I am not your enemy."

The True Creator held up the lamp in his hand, and the light reflected their faces. "I will go to other city-states to redeem others. Before I leave, I will tell you the honorable name of The Fool... Which city-state are you from? Are there other cities around?"

The team leader looked around. Through the miracle just now, they really felt the kindness of The Fool, so their attitude towards the real Creator softened a lot: "...We are from Moon City."

But he still did not tell the approximate location of Yuecheng.

The True Creator was slightly stunned: "Are you from Moon City?"

The team leader nodded, and the True Creator couldn't help but ask again: "How many people are left in Moon City? Are the other city-states around it still there?"

The members of the hunting team looked at each other in bewilderment. From the missionary's words, they realized that the other party seemed to know something about where they lived, so they tentatively reported some data: "There are still about 5,000 people in the city whose physical condition has not begun to decline..."

"The one who leads us is the high priest," said the team leader.

Is it aging if the physical condition has not declined? That is, before the age of 40?

Or, do those who are young but unable to fight also count among them?

The True Creator opened his mouth, his tone gradually becoming more complicated: "...What about the other city-states around? Have you found the Amber City, the City of Saint Jair? And...or...have you found the remains of these cities?"

The members of the hunting team looked at each other, and the team leader shook his head.

"We did find some cities during our explorations, the remains of destroyed cities..." the team leader said, "but I don't know if they are what you said. Perhaps there are corresponding records in Moon City."

"I see."

The true Creator sighed in his heart.

Then, He saw the hunting team begin to move their bodies, reorganize their formation, and then discuss preparing to move in another direction.

He was a little surprised: "Aren't you going back and tell the others in Moon City about this?"

The team leader shook his head: "We can't go back now."

"We are running out of food in our settlement. The children have been hungry for a day and the patients need treatment. We must get enough food in this hunt, but we haven't gained anything yet."

After saying these words, the team leader looked at the Real Creator, bowed earnestly and expressed his gratitude.

"Praise the Lord, praise the Fool, we are now recovered and may be able to return with more food."

After saying that, they organized their team and prepared to continue moving deeper into the darkness in search of prey.

The True Creator remained silent for a while, then took a step forward, holding a lantern and following the pace of the hunting team.

"I'll go with you." Under the surprised gaze of the hunting team, He whispered, "I used to be... also good at hunting monsters."

TBC
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How come it’s already January? Oh no, I have to speed up.

(End of this chapter)