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

Chapter 340 Slow Erosion
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After saving the Rhoside Archipelago and reporting safety to Azik, Klein finally put his mind at ease.

At the same time, he also had some speculations about Azik's new job that he "didn't like very much but had to do."

Mr. Azik had indeed gone to the Balam Empire. Well, he was Balam’s former “Archon of Death” and the son of the God of Death. Now that the God of Death has resurrected, there is no way he would allow Mr. Azik to continue to operate in the Northern Continent alone... I haven’t been to the Southern Continent for a long time. I wonder what the current situation in the Balam Empire is like... Klein thoughtfully exchanged positions with the secret doll “World” again, shielded the secret doll sitting on the main seat of “The Fool”, and then listened to the conversation between “The Hermit” and “Alger”.

After not listening for a few minutes, the two of them didn't talk about anything else, just discussing the current situation.

The World first looked at Alger and said in a normal tone:
"Mr. Hanged Man, through the special communication method between followers, I got the news that the Laurel has left the vicinity of the Rorsted Archipelago. You can choose a time to leave here and return to your body."

Alger and Cattleya subconsciously looked towards the main seat. There was thick fog there, and there was no great being sitting there that they were all familiar with. This "special way of communication between followers" was very intriguing. The two members, whose vision and mystical knowledge reserves were better than those of ordinary Beyonders, looked at each other and reached a consensus through their eyes:
After becoming a demigod in "The World", his authority in this mysterious space also increased.

Is this the privilege of a devotee? Alger clenched his fists, a hint of heat flashed in his eyes. He nodded to the "world" with a more friendly attitude than usual: "I understand. But how do we leave here?"

Klein was startled, then he remembered that it was usually The Fool who took action when they left, putting them back into their bodies one by one. So he nodded slightly and said without revealing any flaws, "I'll help you go back."

The two men retreated tactically, and Klein clearly saw that Alger's expression became even more excited.

"My Blue Avenger is probably lost in this disaster. My crew members are all dead. If I go back alone, I will probably face the church's endless speculation and temptation. If my subordinate survives in this situation, I will even consider whether to restore him to his special nature. He may have been secretly contaminated without knowing it."

The "Hanged Man" spoke this long paragraph calmly, expressing his attitude and making a hint.

Klein, who was already half smart, immediately received the hint and asked back as if to confirm:
"You don't plan to return to the Storm Church?"

A Sequence 5 warrior whose roleplaying progress is steadily improving is a mid-to-high level warrior in any organization and can receive good treatment. Moreover, since The Fool holds the Blasphemy Card of this path, Alger feels that he has a chance to open that door, gain divinity, and become a demigod. He no longer needs to stay in the Church of Storms, hiding himself in fear and repeatedly digesting low-sequence potions—he just drank an extra dose of Sequence 6. So, under the gaze of The Hermit and The World, Alger nodded affirmatively:

"Yes. If I go back, what awaits me might be house arrest and requisition. If I leave, there may be other ways."

"I know."

Klein nodded slightly, trying not to show any emotion and said, "I'll find a way for you."

"Thank you." Alger was secretly happy.

With his status as a member of the Tarot Club, and the arrangement of the Blessed One, "The World", Alger felt an indescribable sense of happiness - he felt that he no longer had to worry about getting half the result with twice the effort, nor did he have to worry about having to please others like he did in the Church of Storms, nor did he have to worry about his credit being taken away and only having to share a little. He probably could finally accumulate credit normally and exchange it for future formulas normally!

At this moment, Klein heard a buzzing sound in his ears. Someone was praying to him in a very urgent voice.

After he recognized the voice and content, he immediately frowned.

"Dear Mr. Fool."

In the picture, there were Audrey and Fors, and even Xio was there. The three Tarot Club members who knew each other in real life gathered in a place that seemed to be an underground shelter. The surroundings were dark, and the gas lights did their best to illuminate the figures inside... There were not many people, and there were bodyguards standing in various places for protection. There were not many civilians. It seemed that this should be a shelter in Queens, and most of the users were middle-class and aristocrats.

Fors and Xio probably happened to be nearby, and after entering the shelter, they happened to see Audrey, so they naturally came over as friends.

The three of them had tense expressions on their faces, and they prayed quietly in the corner. The people around them were psychologically suggested to ignore them:
"Excuse me, do you know what happened?"

"It was dark, and there were lightning and the sound of waves everywhere. There was also a voice saying that Renburg had joined the Feysac Empire and was preparing to launch a surprise attack on us, but was discovered and wiped out by Emperor Loen first..."

Audrey's voice trembled slightly. The sudden bombing appeared in her mind. No matter how much she restrained herself, the instinctive fear of death could not be completely wiped out by "comfort":
“Dear Mr. Fool, has the war finally spread to our place?”

……

In the highland colony that was being rebuilt on the southern continent, several angels were uncharacteristically silent.

Not only did they not speak, the entire colony was quiet, the spirit of the God of Death was extremely active, the Violent Sea and the tributary of the River of Eternal Darkness that He barely controlled all began to become restless. He had not left yet, so the southern continent was naturally the most affected.

In the pitch-black sky, the gate to the underworld has long been opened, and the spiritual world and the real world have overlapped. If you are not careful, you will interact with undead creatures and spiritual creatures, and then be pulled into another world and evaporate from the face of the earth.

The Bound God covered his ears, Barranca covered his mouth, and Richard closed his eyes.

Don't listen, don't respond, don't look.

The angels use their powerful spirituality to force everyone to obey their commandments, to only look at what is in front of them, not to speak, and not to listen to those words - the creatures in the spiritual world will not reason with you, and only by isolating all interactions can you prevent being attacked by them for various reasons.

……

"How much of the power of 'memory' can you use in this state?"

"Very little, half a day at most. Are you planning to have a chat with God?"

"I can't stay here forever. Something has to end it."

"I can't jump into the Chaos Sea, so you're using this method to force me to participate?"

The Decayed King sat next to the True Creator, his back against the blasphemous slab, his gray hair spreading around like spider silk or the roots of an old tree: "Just for this matter, you used the power of the Chaos Sea to imagine a me?"

The True Creator closed his eyes and nodded.

"And I'm also very strange about your idle imagination." The Decayed King pointed to his head with an unnatural expression, "Is this the judgment given to you by your omniscience? It turns out that you are imagining me... The real me, I haven't met God many times."

Just like historical projections can capture living people, and living people can also place their consciousness on historical projections to fight for them, this level of fantasy is more like a summoning ritual. The real creator first used the Chaos Sea to imagine that the "Decay King" was nearby, which was reasonable, so the Chaos Sea fabricated such an empty shell that met the setting, and then, the only consciousness in the universe that truly had this name would notice this empty shell designed by God and choose whether to wake up in this empty shell.

"You have a very vivid imagination. I am now connected to the Essence."

The Decayed King had of course come down to help voluntarily. After all, it was most beneficial for Him to have the True Creator become the main personality. He was idle up there anyway, and he had no hobby of torturing Amon to kill time:

"what are you planning to do?"

The True Creator closed his eyes and said in a half-dead voice: "Go into my memory and talk to Him. He could easily make me disappear, but he just put me here. Omniscience told me that the battle in Intis is very intense, and I can't stay here forever."

"……Yeah."

The Decayed King rested his chin on the back of his hand, and after a while he said, "Okay, you are more resolute than I thought, but no matter how fast you go, your believers will suffer losses. So how are you going to deal with Rune later?"

"They believe in the wrong god. Before the end of the world, I will help them change their beliefs." The True Creator said in a deep voice, "No matter what, I will successfully contain the source substance, or become a part of the source substance. I will protect the earth, and the crisis of the end of the world will be resolved."

"Then what? Will it continue like this?" The Decayed King asked, "Use the Extraordinary to develop productivity and greatly enrich production resources, and you control the Extraordinary. In this way, mankind can always live in a worry-free 'Golden Age'." The True Creator said calmly: "This may be the best answer."

"No problem. I'll go into your consciousness then."

The Outer God turned sideways, stretched out his hand, and covered the eyes of the True Creator.

The power of memory suddenly took effect, and the equally immortal Outer Gods easily shared the memories brought by God's "omniscience". The history books of the years were full of history that could make Him blow up a few blood pressure monitors, but it didn't matter. The power of "withering" eagerly absorbed this knowledge and memory, like a plant that stretched its roots underground in the desert, compiling one record after another at an unimaginable speed.

"Long time no see, God." The Decayed King said with a smile, "It was His idea to ask me for help, but it was you who did it. Have you finally become the God you hate the most after a long struggle? You were very good at deceiving and disguising just now."

Then, the data of the real Creator who was floating in the depths of the ocean of consciousness was retrieved by Him at high speed using His own name - God had no relationship with Him, but He was much more familiar with the Real Creator - and then a connection was made. The memories that had almost been dispersed and were about to disappear on the edge of the vast universe were gathered together again, numbered and categorized, and arranged in order, and molded into a human form, just like writing a detailed biography. Then the Decayed King slapped this record into the empty shell of the human form.

The corners of the Creator's mouth rose slightly, ripples appeared in the sea of ​​light and shadow, and the shell of the decayed king suddenly twisted.

"Your future is nothing but endless decline and death. No wonder you were able to temporarily deceive the imperfect 'omniscience'."

"Unfortunately, I have already made a prophecy."

"There is no need to predict. He will be you sooner or later." The Decayed King said, "You are not in a hurry to be resurrected, and you don't have anything to do. Why don't you try to sleep a little longer and see what He will do?"

"I am not you. I will not pursue illusory possibilities."

God said compassionately: "I am the only one, and I don't need any other way to raise me - I am the truth."

The Decayed King suddenly broke his arm, and the arm was broken along with the clothes, turning into a gray-white branch, which He used to pierce the heart of the True Creator. Then the pressure of the source came, and the empty shell of the Outer God was instantly torn apart, returning to its most essential spirituality.

In a world of consciousness struggle, the true creator, whose body was reshaped by the outer gods with thundering means, finally found himself again.

He opened his eyes, and recalled what had just happened with a little fear and confusion. Then he saw that he was still lying at the bottom of the Chaos Sea. His mood was extremely calm, as if everything he could perceive had disappeared. He found that he seemed to be able to control part of the Chaos Sea, but his mind was still mixed with countless memories and large sections of blankness, making him unable to tell who he was.

He climbed ashore, subconsciously glanced at his feet, and then felt a little confused about his behavior.

But He was not confused for long, because He saw Amon still standing there. He remembered that Intis was under attack, so He rushed out immediately, defeated the Lord of Storms, dealt with Him as a traitor, and then took back the power, saved Intis, and became the sun.

Since God has been born, the world naturally no longer needs the Lord of Mysteries. The Outer Gods also know that they cannot go to war with God, so they leave one after another. Klein Moretti also becomes a member of the Creator Church and lives a simple and happy life.

The doomsday crisis is resolved.

Everything was peaceful, the world was beautiful, and after fulfilling his long-cherished wish, he looked at the happy world and decided willingly—

"what's on your mind?!"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and head, and a strange roaring sound he had never heard before appeared in his ears. He had never heard this sound before, but the moment he heard it, he subconsciously imagined a vague human figure.

"I'm not helping you just to see you willingly become God!"

The voice rose several degrees, expressing dissatisfaction and strong condemnation of His failure to live up to expectations. Although the real Creator did not know where He failed to live up to expectations, He had become God, saved the earth and saved mankind, so who was so bold to speak to Him like this? According to God's temperament and character, He should immediately exercise the power of a tyrant and let this rude guy know who is the truth of the universe, but He felt strangely guilty, as if He really forgot something very important.

Forgot something?
"Who are you?" asked the True Creator, but received no answer.

Who is talking to me? He was puzzled, but after a little thought, he immediately felt the warning from his spiritual perception.

caveat?

The True Creator was stunned. When He was taking back His authority and shouting at the foreign gods to leave, His spiritual perception had no reaction at all! He was already God. Who could make God feel in danger? Who dared to warn God not to think?
Then, He looked up at this perfect world before Him, seeing the almost identical smiles on everyone’s face, seeing them kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner, loudly praising the Creator, and He suddenly felt an inexplicable fear.

He immediately walked down from the altar and grabbed a priest, who smiled with gratitude.

The True Creator felt more and more uneasy, and He asked the priest: "What is your every day like?"

The priest replied respectfully: "In the morning, we pray to you, sing praises to you, take Holy Communion at noon, then bless you, and have dinner after sunset. Some people need to work, but they must also remember your glory when working, and cannot be lazy at all."

The True Creator frowned deeply. This is not right. No, what is wrong with this? This is how believers should be. God's believers should of course dedicate everything to God, dedicate everything to God. This is how it should be, because I gave them everything, and they should also give me everything in return... He was a little upset and subconsciously pushed the other person away, but he didn't expect that he couldn't control his strength. The priest flew out and hit the huge cross statue behind him, and his head was broken and bleeding.

But he still insisted on kneeling on the ground and worshiping the true Creator.

The True Creator resisted the urge to frown. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, something was wrong... But His will also told Him that this was right. You are God, and you should reasonably enjoy everything from your believers, even if it meant torturing them or letting them die.

He approached the priest and whispered:

"If I asked you to kill yourself right now, would you do it?"

"Great Lord, I do!"

The priest's bloody face wore an unchanged smile, which looked extremely terrifying against the backdrop of blood. He kissed the ground in front of the Creator devoutly, and then broke his own neck without a second thought.

There was no splatter of blood, only a twisted corpse lying at his feet.

The living person who was still smiling in the last second turned into a corpse with a satisfied smile on his face in the blink of an eye.

The pupils of the True Creator shrank slightly. This is not right. This should not be the case... Why should it not be the case? Believers should be grateful for any command from the gods, even if it means death. No! This is not right! Humans should not have no reaction to such orders. At least they should hesitate, hesitate, be angry, and be confused... No! This is the order of God, the order of the God they believe in devoutly. Why should they hesitate? What qualifications do they have to hesitate?
Humanity?

A ridiculous idea suddenly occurred to the True Creator.

What is a human being?
What do they call themselves? Why should I remember, why should I feel that “human beings are like this”? Shouldn’t my followers be just sheep or even germs to me?

He turned his head and saw the others who were looking at the priest's body with envy, and saw the golden sun hanging in the sky.

who am I?
In the warm sunshine, the True Creator felt creepy.

TBC
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Come on.