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

Chapter 336 Similarity
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In a large family, brothers and sisters should go their separate ways after they are born, especially if you assume that you are just a personality mask or a doppelganger of your father or mother, and you and your other brothers and sisters may merge into one when fighting.

In the beginning, although the cohesive force was strong, the newly born gods still had some room to pursue their own individuality.

When God first became God, the universe was not what it is now. There was no life, no matter what, and the starry sky was still the universe.

Time is infinite, space is endless, but the celestial bodies are lifeless, few of them are shining, and few of them have anything.

He knows that there are many things in the universe, and He knows everything. He knows that these dust and inconspicuous solids will gradually condense into celestial bodies over billions of years, and celestial bodies will form nebulae or meteorite belts under the influence of gravity and other messy forces. If some celestial bodies that can emit light and heat happen to be near a planet with water, then it can barely form a petri dish. In the next few hundred thousand years, we can expect to see something grow in the petri dish, which may be bacteria or viruses.

At the same time, He also knows the names of His brothers and sisters. Their authority and personality are all in God's omniscient database, and He Himself is one of the most capable incarnations among His offspring. No one is too idle to disturb Him, and He can enjoy being alone freely.

So God gradually found his mission and hobby over a long period of time, which is to feed the native life of some planets.

It doesn't matter whether it's original character or instinct of the path, well, it belongs to God anyway, and God is made of these.

Looking at the mythological records of various cultural circles on various planets, there are many strange records of "God coming from the sky" and "God landing on meteorites". Most of these records are regarded as nonsense, or after later generations gradually climbed the tree of science and technology, they speculated whether it was "the ancients' longing for the sky" or "the primitive worship of meteorites and meteorites."

But why did God fall from the sky with the meteorite? Because literally, God came down like a meteorite. He followed his hobbies or instincts and approached the petri dishes that cultured bacteria. Then the sky split open and the Holy Spirit descended. If the creatures who saw Him were not dead, they could perceive His identity through spiritual perception. What was that? It was the sun descending to the earth, the light of wisdom, the thunder, the strong wind, and the almighty everything. So the concept of the Almighty God, the Lord God, and the Sun God coming on a meteorite appeared.

In this way, the original lives gained wisdom, understood knowledge, and began to call Him with various words.

He began to try to communicate with these bacteria, and soon found a problem - these bacteria would produce different languages ​​and ways of communication according to their distribution areas, so God taught them a more unified language. These bacteria are too fragile, and they will die if the temperature is too high, too low, too little nutrition, or too much nutrition. They can't be made too happy or too sad... Bacteria also like to send some other bacteria to God, and will devour other bacteria in the name of God, which is very interesting, so God conducted different social experiments in different petri dishes and finally found the best game management model.

Occasionally, other compatriots would come over and see God playing with bacteria, listening to the bacteria's requests, and using his omnipotence to feed bacteria. Some of the gods were surprised and some ridiculed them, but God did not care about their opinions. After all, everyone has different instincts.

But if there is a god who really overturns God's petri dish, then God will wield the iron fist of a tyrant.

Such a life is relatively comfortable. After developing to a certain level, the bacteria in the petri dishes will often sanctify themselves, then leave their own petri dishes and attack other petri dishes. God's petri dishes are increasing.

But then God encountered the first setback in his life, that was his compatriot, another strongest offspring, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun.

God always felt that his life had become unprecedentedly bad after he and this person appeared together. Every time, it would reach a new height. This badness was not obvious at the beginning. At most, he found that all the petri dishes suddenly turned into small Tianzun, and the prayers of a petri dish suddenly turned into the strange mutterings of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. Later, as Tianzun's behavior became more and more serious, he gradually changed from the sun to the god of thunder, and from the omnipotent to the tyrant... The mistakes were too annoying! It was not that the tyrant had a good temper, but because they were equally powerful, and other gods regarded their struggle as a side show.

Is there friction between the mysterious and God again? My compatriots said, it doesn't matter, we don't want to be involved with you.

Imagine that one day you are chatting leisurely with your bacteria - well, they will give themselves various names, in short, these little things that believe in you - they are praising you, building huge statues for you, and then launching large and small fights between petri dishes in your name. You are in a good mood to appreciate all this, watching the bacteria you raise use better weapons, better tactics and stronger power to overturn other petri dishes and create a beautifully colored fungal blanket. However, the bacteria in another petri dish refuse to surrender to you and want to fight to the end. You think this development is very interesting and are planning to observe it for decades, but in fact, after only a short while, every bacterium on the fungal blanket suddenly puts on a white mask.

They look at you together and beat you and your petri dish violently with their annoying theft and fraud and control and grafting, making a mess of everything in your hands, your bacteria are gone, the petri dish is gone, even the laboratory table is gone.

Smoke came out of God's seven orifices and lightning and thunder appeared all over his body.

The passing natural disaster was attracted by the "interplanetary war under the watchful eyes of God". He witnessed the whole process and comforted God considerately, "Didn't you eat? If you don't attack Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, then I will attack you."

What's that look in your eyes? The Scourge of Destruction strategically retreated and attacked again. If you keep doing this, I'll go find the Eternal Darkness.

After saying that, the Destruction Scourge disappeared. This time, the end was still far away. It was useless for Him to look for the Eternal Darkness. If this guy hadn't run fast, he would have been chopped into countless pieces and eaten in the universe. Then his own petri dish and table also put on white masks, and smiled and blew up His laboratory.

What followed was a naturally exciting and thrilling battle. It was unknown where the Scourge of Destruction came back from, or perhaps it was sucked over by the symbol of the pillars fighting each other. The nearby gods all moved away and started watching the show. From time to time, a few people in the audience suddenly began to praise God or turned into secret puppets of Tianzun.

The Lord of Heaven is cheating, and God says it is invalid.

God attacks, and the number of Tianzun’s paper figurines decreases by one.

Tianzun attacked, but God said it was ineffective.

God attacks, and Tianzun is grafted into the audience.

After five hundred rounds, the two pillars were still at full health and mana, but there was nothing left in the audience seats.

During and after the battle, Tianzun carried out routine taunts, provocations, deceptions, and then slipped away. God looked at the messy laboratory and petri dishes, and finally made up his mind while cleaning them up that he would find a way to get rid of Him in the future.

No matter how much essence I eat, I must kill this bastard at least once.

So God began to think, whose essence should he eat to defeat Tianzun? He thought and left the nebula that no longer existed. The petri dishes had turned into dust and stones, just like they were hundreds of millions of years ago before they were born. God now had to find a new place to find the petri dishes. This new place must be independent enough, quiet enough, and most importantly, there should be no Tianzun. He soon found a planet. The bacteria on this planet had a similar social form to the previous bacteria. The unfinished experiments could continue. He sealed the surrounding space. Tianzun could not find it at least before the stars here went out. This was good. God could start his own little game.

Now there is only one problem, He thought, just one problem.

who am I?
……

The real Creator struggled to break free from these memories. Just now, God's memory overlapped with his memory, and he almost mistook himself for a certain experience of God. They always do the same things, and there is no shortage of humanoid races in the universe, so there are dangerous traps everywhere in the memory. If you are not careful, you will equate God with yourself.

His own sensitivity was like a steel needle piercing the back of his neck, making him barely aware of his own existence even as he was shivering all over.

So that's how it is. I am still lying in this bottomless sea, without caressing the stars with my hands, without tying the knot of Pleiades, without untying the belt of Orion, without sensing all spirituality. His soul is still bound by the human shell, and firmly tied to the earth by human nature.

The True Creator wanted to turn over. He had been lying on his back for a long time and felt a little breathless. Although he wanted to change his lying position, he couldn't do it. The Chaos Sea pressed heavily on him, as heavy as if the whole world was pressing down on him.

As a resurrection candidate with bad luck like Klein, if he must compare himself with the real Creator, he hates God's lukewarm attitude towards him. If Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was here, according to God's memory, he would inevitably say a few words of nagging. Although the real Creator would not listen or believe, at least he would not be as bored as he is now. He was lying in the sea of ​​chaos, with no light above and no seabed below. God did not come to deceive him, but just played his own memory for a while, and the real Creator's spirit almost collapsed.

He was irritated by the superiority of the creatures of the Old Ones. They seemed to not care at all about the real Creator jumping down with a kind of attitude, and even gave him a feeling of indifference. Yes, they could be resurrected in the real Creator, Leodero, Herabergen, or anyone else. Yes, God didn't care at all, and was not in a hurry to live. How could you ask something that would not die to have a strong desire to live? Collapse, to put it simply.

He coughed twice, although He himself did not know why he coughed, perhaps because it was too heavy. He wanted to close his eyes and watch the movie played by God. His upper and lower eyelids seemed to be touched together by a magnet. The True Creator took a breath and whispered:
"The king of decay."

Edward's voice came through the bandages tied around his body, a little distorted, like a telephone call:
"Ok?"

The uniqueness of the prisoner's path now rests in Him, becoming the only link between the sea and the sea.

The Decayed King did not suggest that the True Creator jump down directly. He dared to do so, but he did not dare to do so. If he did not dare to do so, who would help him if he jumped down? But the Chaos Sea would not climb up by itself. If the Chaos Sea really climbed up, then the universe would probably be doomed.

After discussing for a long time, it was finally the true creator who had to jump down, and the Outer Gods had to reluctantly lend their own uniqueness, which they had not yet warmed up.

"How long?"

"Thirteen hours at most."

It has only been such a short time? The True Creator's eyes went dark, and He thought to Himself that He should have brought a little more pollution - well, when asking for something from others, He should have brought a little more blessing.

However, the Outer Gods were well prepared. Before the True Creator spoke, he could feel the familiar cold blessing slipping over along with the mystical connection constructed by the uniqueness. What is it? Which way is it? It is not clear. He did not have time to think before the memory of God rushed over again.

This time was better. Compared to the previous feeling of directly merging with God's memory, He now at least knew that he was watching a movie.

In terms of memory alone, the Real Creator has quite a few. Ten thousand years is considered old even among the mythical creatures on Earth, but his memory seems to be the history of the universe. What can be done about it? The Real Creator thought as he was dragged into God's memory. He suspected that God didn't even look at him, otherwise he would have come over to say a word and say hello.

Perhaps because of the pollution on his body, the True Creator saw the Decayed King in one of God’s memories. He walked through the corner of God’s vision like an inconspicuous part of the background, and at first glance looked like a dark blue nebula.

To be fair, the True Creator feels that there is a rather interesting point between the King of Decay and Arcaturia Winter - the former, because of the instinct of his own path, particularly likes the world of decay, and even tortures and enjoys them for fun; while the latter, who was born in such a world, hates such existence, and tries to wash away everything without a future by way of destruction, in order to give the world new possibilities.

Perhaps it was due to the long years of adjustment, or perhaps one personality did not have enough restraint on a decaying king. At least for now, it seemed that the instincts of the source incarnation still prevailed, but there was also a rare mercy in letting them die.

The real Creator did not think too much about this. God began to preach again. He repeatedly recalled his life in his mind and the customs and habits of the East Continent. Then he noticed that in God's memory, the decadent king who floated away from the corner of his vision did not leave, but just stood a little further away, as if he was observing God playing with his petri dishes.

The Decayed King did not communicate, but just stood there and watched, and God ignored him. The True Creator originally thought that it was difficult for him to read the expression on the face of a non-human creature, but His current omniscience told Him that the other party was watching very seriously.

Is this fun? The god, who looked like a broken sculpture, suddenly asked God.

As God sowed knowledge into the petri dish, he replied: This is not a game, I am saving them.

So the real creator took a look at those petri dishes with interest. Well, it was still the same old drama, using miracles to show his power, choosing a tribe, making them strong and then expanding the territory for God. He felt that God's memory was made up of countless old testaments. The other party repeated such behavior, just like people have to eat and sleep every day. Each god lives for his own instinct. They will indeed find a hint of novelty and some natural pleasure from these repeated behaviors.

The decadent king asked again: Then why do you want to save them?

The True Creator felt that he had heard the other party's implication, and the Omniscient One also told Him that God had heard it too. God's hobby might seem strange to the other party, like filling every square with the same color, and finally the whole piece of paper was the golden color of the sun.

To a god who pursues possibilities, such behavior would be a disaster, but to God, it is perfectly normal.

The True Creator thought: Because they look pitiful and miserable and need help.

God said: Because I have such power.

This is probably the difference between you and me. The True Creator thought, my sensibility took the first step, and what aroused my sensibility was the identity of a human being and the various morals in human education.

This was not the first time He had been the savior. No one knew more clearly than Him what to do to make others exclaim when saving them, and what to say to make people cry when preaching. A savior should know everything. A savior should make everything look easy, clean and beautiful. But in reality, this was not the case. When the real Creator was not yet the real Creator, He had to be able to save the world and deal with people's livelihood, from playing hide-and-seek with children who believed in the sun to fighting with the ancient gods who eat people to the edge of the earth.

He could never refuse the requests of those who were suffering, even though He knew that the tragedy in the world would never end. To change all this, He had to run around in every corner of this crazy world, fight countless monsters, and occasionally recall the past under the red moon.

In God's memory, the decadent king who received such an answer did not say much. Strength and instinct are the rules of the universe. He took a last look at God who was playing the coloring game, and left as silently as he came.

After a long, long time, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun came again and did a major cleanup of God's laboratory, and God also left.

The real creator followed God's perspective and walked away. He wanted to look back at the meteorite belt formed by the debris of the planets, but God did not look back. The Lord did not care. There will always be pious lambs in the universe and there will always be brand new petri dishes to observe.

And He must live in the present, and all He has to hold on to is the Earth. If He can hold on to this place firmly, then the True Creator will be considered successful.

God passed through countless spaces, the real creator passed through wilderness and forests. A certain god in the universe passed by, bringing up a brilliant meteor shower. Meteors fell on the side of God, just like rain and snow fell on the real creator. On the way of spreading glory, He passed by some poor villages. After learning about the other party’s plight, He skillfully pretended to pray to the non-existent Lord, and then laughed with the people in the falling rain.

He knows everything: past, present, and future, and He also knows what He will look like in the end.

The true Creator has countless thoughts that He wants to escape, and by not escaping He will gain the power to change.

But escaping is useless. God and Doomsday are not levels in a game. They will not stop just because you escape the main quest. Just like the rain will always fall, He will also set out alone, walk through the wilderness, through the forest, on a road with no option of returning.

TBC
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