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

Chapter 346 Who did this?

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The villain began to divine.

The first divination failed to work. Since Klein cut off the connection with mysticism, the divination bonus provided by the aura of Sefirah Castle dropped rapidly. The villain was at a loss and only knew to continue according to the requirements in his mind.

Suddenly, silver-white lightning poured down like a waterfall on this area which was only separated from the royal palace by a road, instantly tearing the villain's figure into pieces and completely destroying this expensive city area where only old-fashioned nobles with noble status and close ties to the royal family were qualified to live.

"what!!"

"Help!!"

The earth was baptized by thunder and lightning. Gas pipelines and many facilities exploded one after another. The violent vibrations and continuous explosions made people hiding in churches and underground bunkers scream in fear.

"Is this place going to collapse?!"

"Calm down! Calm down! Stop pushing!!"

After a burst of crying and uneasy voices, people subconsciously began to crowd towards the entrance of the underground bunker, as if they wanted to escape to the ground rather than being buried underground. However, the commotion did not last long. Although there were no high-sequence Beyonders in the underground bunker, there were several mid-sequence Beyonders arranged by the church who were maintaining order and acting as bodyguards. The Beyonders of the Church of Night quickly added soothing magic to their voices. Under their influence, the crowd gradually calmed down, even to the point where you could hear a pin drop.

"Everyone, at this dangerous moment, we need to remain calm."

The deacon of the Church of Darkness brought a wooden box and stood on it, naturally transforming himself into a bishop. He opened his arms with a compassionate look, and his voice was pleasant and deep:

"We cannot let fear overwhelm our hearts, and we cannot lose ourselves in the disaster."

"Let us pray to the goddess of night, praying that she will grant us inner peace..."

As he spoke, there was a small commotion among the crowd. Then a "Made in Punishment" with dark blue hair moved a box and stood on the other side. Only then did the people in the underground bunker calm down again, and each of them prayed in a low voice towards their own beliefs.

People prayed, and it was as if an army was rumbling across the ground, with dust falling from the shelters. The servants and maids held umbrellas for their masters, and like their masters, they were terrified, trembling, and their faces turned pale in the face of the unforeseen disaster.

Lady Catherine held her daughter's hand tightly, while Earl Hall and Hibbert protected them behind them, with equally grim expressions.

Audrey looked much calmer, but she still held Susie tightly with her other hand. Susie felt the fear and anxiety in Audrey's heart, and she tried hard to rub her arm with her soft fur, but it didn't really work.

"We'll be fine."

Lady Catherine looked like she was about to cry. Earl Hall gently placed his hand on her arm. She hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, dear. We will be fine..."

"We'll be fine." Audrey gently leaned her head on her mother's shoulder. She had never felt so deeply about the words she had thought of before - "The entire kingdom, and even human society, exists because of the balance between the gods. I thought I had a peaceful and normal life, but in fact, it was just like a soap bubble, which would be shattered immediately at the slightest stimulation." - Pessimism and fear filled the air here, and both of them had sweat in their hands, "We'll be fine..."

Audrey looked away. Fors was standing not far away, and Xio was leaning against the side.

Fors, who believes in the "God of Steam and Machinery", has been a little embarrassed recently, but she seems to have converted to Mr. Fool who saved her a long time ago, and now she is in a hurry to declare herself a believer of the goddess.

Although he could not see the specific development, Leodero's "omniscience" suddenly predicted an extremely horrible and terrible result. A huge disaster would start from here. Therefore, he temporarily ignored the god of death and the god of war, and used lightning to carefully destroy this place, like a big cleanup. The water-like lightning washed every corner of the city clean. Large and small brass sculpture-like eyes appeared on the wall, constantly adjusting the angle to observe everything here.

The three Tarot Club members looked at each other covertly, then turned their heads casually, each focusing on the matter at hand.

Now, only acquaintances who are also Beyonders and the shared secret Mr. Fool can give each other some sense of security.

The thunderstorm rolling over the ground finally showed signs of stopping, and Leodero cast a glance in that direction.

Soon, "Omniscience" brought a second search report. The danger of the predicted great disaster decreased at an extremely fast rate, and the scope of impact was reduced from the entire world to the vicinity of the Loen Palace. Leodro's intervention was very timely, and the disaster was resolved, but there were still residual effects that continued to deteriorate secretly like stains that could not be cleaned!

The brass eyes looked around, and suddenly, one of the eyes was swallowed by a shadow, and the remaining eyes all turned away at once.

Among the rubble on the ground, there was a pool of shadow and flesh wriggling. After swallowing the spirit of the "White Pagoda", it grew an eye that was exactly the same as the other one, but looked like a stick figure.

An ancient gaze met Leodero's eyes and narrowed its eyes as if waking up from a dream.

Leodro suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation. This eye gave him a familiar feeling, like the dark angel sleeping in the giant's palace, and like the God who had barely suppressed it with all his strength. He immediately understood what the "huge disaster" he had anticipated was. It must be something closely related to the real creator. Because the real creator was contacting the Chaos Sea in the East Continent, this item also underwent more changes due to the connection with mysticism!
What he had just stopped seemed to be a ritual, divination, summoning, or prayer, or perhaps all three at the same time. What this thing would summon in the current situation was simply unimaginable to Leodro. Even "omniscience" could not foresee the future!

Fortunately, the ceremony was interrupted just as it began, and now the disaster has been minimized.

Leodero stretched out his hand, and the lightning turned into a spear and was caught in his hand. He had already firmly locked onto the eye that was wandering in the shadow, but just before the lightning spear was about to fly out, the eye in the shadow suddenly sank and sank into the shadow barrier that blocked the palace.

Almost at the same time, the projector in Zaratul's hand jammed.

The projector shut down automatically, and no matter how hard Zaratul tried, he couldn't play the next picture.

Are there beings of true god level joining the war?
The mysterious attendant immediately paid attention to the movements around him, but the Conqueror was now forced by George III to use all means to protect himself. Although the Original Witch seemed to have left the battlefield, the situation had not changed much, and the balance of victory still fell on their side.

Then, George III and the Conqueror Soren, who were fighting, looked at him together. Zaratul was startled. He saw from the corner of his eye that the device called projector in his hand suddenly began to glow again, projecting scenes onto the ground.

The projector showed a picture that had nothing to do with the current battle situation.

A huge stick figure eye outlined with white lines was projected over by the projector, staring straight at them.

Everyone's faces suddenly changed - anyone could see that this was definitely not caused by Zaratul's extraordinary ability, and this was definitely not the performance of the "Strange Mage"! It was obvious that the seal of the "Writer" path was contaminated and invaded by something else!

Just as Zaratul was about to throw this thing far into the mist of history, George III's decree followed, prohibiting this sealed object from interacting with the outside world in any form!

As the iron law wrapped around it, the eye began to twist and deform, gradually collapsing into a tiny dot.

The image on the projector gradually disappeared, but soon, the device began to glow, and then lit up strangely again, projecting an illusory, undulating sea of ​​light and shadow, as if a human figure was approaching at an imperceptible speed in the distant sea.

"Hold."

Is that the Chaos Sea? Who brought the Chaos Sea here?

George III was horrified. He felt that his kingdom of God was being eroded and affected by another force, which was being slowly projected towards him through the projector. Soran, who possessed some of Medici's memories, suddenly had an expression that became extremely ugly, even a little speechless.

Soran looked around and began looking for an opportunity to retreat.

……

Eastern Continent, Chernobyl ruins.

No one knows about the bad things that happened in the northern continent.

"I think we can add some interstellar war and romance elements into it."

Edward turned the fifth page and said to his original body with great interest, "Send me a record of an interstellar magic civilization, the one that summoned me 80,000 years ago to grant me knowledge. It might be useful later. Although God is omniscient, he doesn't care about these insignificant little planetary civilizations. The real Creator, who has never even left Earth, has definitely never seen one."

The Lord of Withering was also watching the show intently, and he was just about to get a bucket of popcorn. A few seconds later, the relevant information files were transmitted to Edward's brain on the edge of Chaos Sea through the connection. The latter's brain was congested for a moment, but he quickly adapted.

Edward thought for a while, the gloating smile on his face gradually widened, and the pen in his hand continued to write quickly.

In the perfect dream, the real creator spent decades and used all his skills to temporarily confine the mechanical deity-like Tianzun to a continent. The price he paid was that he consumed the entire population of that continent, and more than 80% of the world's casualties in the battle between him and Tianzun.

In some distant and vague memory, He seemed to have done something similar before.

When the real creator recalls, he always has the urge to frown, and he also wants to find a book to read, but he doesn't know why.

Even so, now Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is still leisurely performing a happy puppet show on the opposite continent. All creatures including animals have become His secret puppets. He casually moves his fingers in the Source Castle high at the top of the spiritual world, and countless interesting dramas begin to be performed on the land below.

He made these puppets pretend to pray to God, waiting for God to respond, so as to catch the real Creator through the mystical connection. He used these puppets to arrange a puppet show with no ending. They were divided into different countries, with different civilizations and cultural customs, just like when they were alive. Then they fought and killed each other, turning into broken limbs and flesh all over the ground. From the visual point of view, this is actually no different from the battles of Pinocchio or tin soldiers in fairy tales, except that the debris has changed from wood chips and iron sheets to human flesh and blood, which is more shocking.

Secret dolls will not reproduce the next generation, so Tianzun’s toys should only become fewer and fewer.

But He contacted the believers of the real Creator through fraud and business, and tempted them to engage in the business of human trafficking between continents with food, minerals and precious metals that the puppets did not need.

These greedy people who were tempted often did not dare to make large transactions, nor did they dare to squander the valuables they exchanged with other believers. In the end, they donated most of them to the church. There were also bishops who only cared about the piety of believers and not their behavior, so a black industry chain of mutual protection was slowly formed.

Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun will use these people to increase his secret dolls, and will also use the secret dolls to create a normal world. The people who were bought and sold will live normally in this new country and new world at first, but some of them will gradually discover the horrifying truth from the clues in this new living environment, and then Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun will never tire of admiring their crazy and frightened appearance, while others will choose to be numb, not seeing or hearing, just to save their lives.

The real Creator is now God. With His omniscience, He certainly knows the little tricks of Tianzun. The whole world is clearly visible in His eyes, and even the blooming of a flower cannot be hidden from Him.

But - but this industry chain was formed under the watchful eyes of God. After all, there are only so many people who are trafficked in human beings. If paying a few people like this can allow Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun to stay safely on that continent, then He would be happy to do so.

willing……

……Bar?

The True Creator felt that something was definitely wrong with him, because ever since he discovered the human trafficking but did not stop it, he always felt a chill down his spine. At first, he thought it was because he was annoyed by the proximity of his mortal enemy, but then he realized something was wrong, as if he himself was resisting doing this, resisting his own indifference to the appeasement of human trafficking... But this made no sense, no matter from which angle you looked at it, no matter who made the decision, they would not think that sacrificing hundreds or thousands of people to stabilize Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was a losing deal!
No, or rather - in fact, this uncomfortable feeling as if the heart was being squeezed had already appeared a long time ago, long before the start of the human trafficking, and it had appeared long before he decided to seal Tianzun on that land!
What's going on? Is it because I suspect this is a fraud by Tianzun?
But even if it was a fraud, He had been safe for decades, and my acquiescence was the right choice.

At the moment this thought came to mind, the True Creator suddenly felt the strange chill on his back again. He subconsciously moved his body under the sunlight, raising the temperature of the golden light on his body again, and instinctively purified himself.

But the chill was still there, like a maggot on the heel, as if Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was standing behind him, looking at him coldly.

"Why on earth do I feel this way?"

He found it hard to understand. First, it was hard to understand this strange feeling of “discomfort” and “feeling that I shouldn’t do this”. Second, he actually had doubts. He was the omniscient and omnipotent God! How could he have doubts? The “White Tower” was well inside his body, the Chaos Sea was well contained by him, and the omniscience covering all the extraordinary and civilized things in the universe told him that there was nothing wrong with him. So what was this doubt about?

The true Creator naturally thinks about problems from God’s perspective. It is impossible for God not to be omniscient and there cannot be any problems.

If there is a loophole in "omniscience", there are only two possibilities.

One, things from other worlds appeared in this world.

Second, His omniscience is false, and this world is false.

Option 1 has been ruled out. Everything that happened before his eyes was not related to other universes. So the correct answer was option 2. All of this was fake. He might have fallen into a trap. This trap simulated His omniscience—or that omniscience was just His memory!—and simulated a real world that He did not discover!
The real Creator suddenly realized: So that's it, this is indeed the work of the Heavenly Lord, this is why I feel a chill down my spine...

His thoughts were abruptly cut off, as if to refute this sentence and his inexplicable self-doubt, a memory suddenly appeared in his mind. In this memory, he came to the earth as a human being, and his power was scattered and taken away by other gods (how is this possible?!), so he embarked on the road to regain power, but just when he was about to return to his heyday, he was assassinated by several of his subordinates and other gods. He was unwilling to split again, and almost all the power he had just regained was lost.

This memory naturally connected with His current situation, and the Real Creator did not think that there was anything special about Him.

Sure enough, this is still a deception by Tianzun, right? He thought.

Outside the Chaos Sea, Edward remained silent for a long time.

"He has already discovered that something is wrong with him, and feels that the act of sacrificing humans is somewhat familiar. He has even begun to wonder if he exists in a false world - then why hasn't he realized the cause of the problem?" The devil was almost angry, "Does he have to control the Tianzun in this story to hit him and say to him, 'Oh my dear God, you are also burning your own believers as consumables today, hahaha, how hypocritical, I think you might as well give them to me as secret puppets' before he can react?"

"Hard to say."

The Lord of Decay was chewing a passing meteorite to kill time, and he was objective and pessimistic about the matter:

"His way of thinking is now completely God's. No, it should be said that he has completely regarded himself as God. If you provoke him like this, he will probably just feel a chill down his spine and a pain in his heart, and he won't understand what the problem is."

We have to impress Him, and the real Creator has been deceived by God now, so it would be best if we could slap the answer on His face.

Edward put a period to the previous sentence, and then began to observe the dream of the real Creator, looking for an opportunity to take action. As an excellent recorder and compiler, He certainly knew the best way to deal with this situation.

——The answer is simple. Since the real Creator can no longer feel the emotions before he jumped into the sea, all he needs to do is let Him see a similar situation again to recall it. According to Edward's observation, the best effect was to let the bishop who was questioned commit suicide on the spot. Forcing him to sacrifice 90% of the humans in the dream did stimulate the humanity of the real Creator, but the humanity of the real Creator who insisted on doing so further declined, because such behavior coincided with God's choice and character.

If this overly sharp contradiction is not handled properly, it will lead to a higher sense of identification between them, which is very dangerous.

"You still have to be gentler."

Edward soon had the answer. He thought about it and continued to make up this dream.

So, in the dream, the real creator was upset and planned to temporarily leave his temple and go for a walk. For some reason, he chose a more covert and low-key way of traveling. Although he could not explain the reason, it was reasonable.

The true creator who believed himself to be God changed his appearance and became a young man with brown hair and light-colored eyes. He then slowly walked into his city and walked on the wide streets with the pedestrians.

There are few people on the streets because the battle with Tianzun has only ended over 20 years ago and the next generation has just grown up.

Human trafficking is currently only rampant in coastal cities, and has not yet appeared in inland areas where the sun shines.

The real Creator was walking on the road. He didn't know the meaning of this behavior, but such a walk obviously soothed the self in His memory. The warm sunshine on His body made His mood and spirit slightly better.

He turned his head casually, and in the corner of his sight appeared a pair of young people walking towards him.

Male: 23 years old, lost all his family in the battle with Tianzun, was raised by the church, and is a devout believer.

The True Creator paused.

Female: 22 years old, in a relationship with the male, born on the continent where the Celestial Lord was sealed, was in the safe zone when the war started, witnessed her relatives turned into secret dolls, but because she was too young she has no memory of it. She survived, was raised by the church, and is a devout believer.

Putting "losing loved ones in their battle" and "devout faith" together seems like a natural irony, even though there are no believers in the world today who are alive and do not have devout faith in God. The True Creator stopped involuntarily, his temples throbbing a little, as if something was about to emerge from the depths of his mind.

Some messy pictures, dark background, ragged humanoid monsters - what are they? The omniscient one told him that they were just some unnecessary things, just some boring stories of people who lived in a land without sunlight and moon for more than 1,300 years. Their lives were not worth mentioning, and the only thing worth praising was their devout belief in the Creator, even though they had never seen the sun for a day and had never felt warmth and hope.

A boring story? The True Creator instinctively rejected this summary, but before He could finish what He wanted to say, He was interrupted by the young man and woman who suddenly spoke up.

"Hello, sir." The woman said to him lively, "You have been watching us. Do you need any help?"

The True Creator nodded and continued the conversation naturally:
"Yes, I just arrived here, and I hope you can tell me about the situation here."

"Are you traveling here? It's rare to see people leaving their homes nowadays." The woman was a little surprised, but still had good intentions.

The True Creator realized that he had indeed not paid attention to population mobility. In response to this question, the "Omniscient" gave the same answer as the woman opposite: "Because every place is similar, there are temples of the Lord, and the living environment is exactly the same, so it seems that living anywhere is the same... However, there are still many people who hope to move to the seaside, but it is a pity that it is now blocked."

Is there no city feature? The True Creator asked himself and answered, Oh, no, because culture and civilization are completely unified.

He thought for a moment, then imitated the tone of a person who came to a foreign land to make a living and asked:
"I plan to come here to make a living. What kind of jobs can I find here?"

The young man and woman looked at each other in surprise. The woman smiled and said, "You are such a humorous person... Work is really an ancient word. Are you someone who has made achievements in archaeology?"

"There are still people learning now. The Beyonders of the church are responsible for the necessary production, and the church will distribute food to us. We can also get the ingredients and cook it ourselves. Apart from that, we only need to pray at ordinary times."

"Oh." The True Creator ended the topic, looked at the labels on the two people opposite him, and asked casually, "The battle between the Lord and the evil god destroyed the land across the ocean and destroyed many cities. Do you know about these things?"

The young man and woman nodded without any abnormality: "Yes."

"My parents died because of this, and I'm very proud of it," the woman said with a smile, looking at her lover beside her, "and so is he."

The True Creator felt as if his heartbeat suddenly slowed down. His head and heart began to ache and burn violently.

“…Why?” He asked.

"Because the lives of humans like us are meaningless, and we will all die in the end. Being able to die in the battle between the Lord and the evil god, and being able to die for something related to the Lord, is the most glorious thing for us."

The young lover answered His question with a look of genuine enthusiasm and devotion on his face:
"To live for God, to die for God, this is the meaning of our human existence!"

"Yes, that's right. I envy my parents so much for being able to die in a death granted by the gods. But I was in a safe place with my uncle at that time. Now I have no chance to die. I can only live like this meaninglessly and devote my faith to the Lord as much as possible..."

They sighed, feeling somewhat dejected: "What a pity."

TBC
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I went to see Man Jiang Hong with my aunt and my cousins.

(End of this chapter)