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

Chapter 620 Silent Disaster

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City of miracles.

This is not a title, but a name that actually belongs to this city.

——This is also the name that the leaders of both sides have confirmed to be the most suitable for this city, because the miracle happened right before their eyes, and the grand city stood before them in the blink of an eye. This is destined to be a highlight in future history and the holy books of "The Fool".

Twenty thousand people barely supported this new and spacious city. Children were running on the streets, and Extraordinary People were restraining their strength to train in the square. Everyone had enough living space to live a new life in bright and spacious rooms that they had never dared to imagine before.

The city is divided into the Silver City District and the Crescent City District, but people in the two cities communicate frequently every day. Mr. Zaratul, the "Messenger of God", is the busiest one. He is not only responsible for the daily lives of all the people, but also responsible for daily prayers, confessions and worship activities together with the clergy elected by the two cities. He even has to manage exchanges with other towns.

As a "miracle worker" and an old man with rich experience in dealing with interpersonal relationships, He gained the love and respect of almost everyone in the first week, and established trade with several surrounding small towns in his own way.

"Excuse me, you should also think about how to develop some other jobs."

Zaratul privately called together leaders such as Derrick, Colin, and Nim, and quietly complained:
"Stop bringing extraordinary items and hides of extraordinary creatures every time, okay?"

"The Extraordinary in the outside world are basically hidden in the dark. Although it has opened up a little this year, the Extraordinary items, materials, and Extraordinary characteristics you have brought out are still too high-end... I'm afraid you don't understand what it means to 'carrying valuables is dangerous', but I have helped you deal with no less than ten thieves who tried to sneak into the City of Miracles - do you understand what I mean?"

"clear."

In response to the angels' polite treatment, they also showed utmost seriousness and politeness.

Colin nodded, then asked:

"So what kind of industries do you think this city can develop?"

High Priest Nim said, "We made a batch of handicrafts together before and asked the purchasing team to take them out to try to sell them, but the results were not very ideal. People's comments were 'very interesting', but there was no strong desire to buy them."

Zaratul sighed, "Derrick said that others at the meeting before the gods suggested that you could become mercenaries."

Derrick nodded.

"But choosing the organization to serve is very important, and you have extraordinary characteristics. Even if you can be hired by any organization, you cannot actually go to organizations like the Witches, Hunters, and the Church of the God of War."

Zaratul also helped them analyze the conflicts between the organizations. After the analysis, High Priest Nim stared at Zaratul for a long time, and finally asked carefully:

"Since you hinted that this approach won't work, then you must have a solution, right?"

Zaratul coughed.

"Indeed, I have chosen the simplest method for you."

"Relying on this method, even the most backward city-state can develop rapidly."

He said confidently:

"I prayed to Mr. Fool and got a response. Now, I have filled all the nearby mountains with coal mines. You can rely on these coal mines to do business. The steam industry needs coal mines. You don't have to worry about having no livelihood for at least the next thirty years..."

Nim continued to look at Him: "Excuse me, when did you apply to The Fool?"

"Just yesterday, along with the latest edition of the Fool's Book that you all submitted." Zaratul asked, "Any questions?"

Klein's still awake clone quickly got up and searched for Zaratul's prayer in Sefirah Castle for a long time. He found that he had given it to the original body and the spirit judged it to be beneficial, so it responded automatically. When he was about to give Zaratul some advice, he found that "The Fool" had become a brand name. Klein did some divination and was shocked to find that he had become one of the biggest coal bosses in the future without realizing it.

"...No problem," Nim said. "I feel good about it."

So the City of Miracles became a coal mining city.

The extraordinary people, who were over two meters tall on average, dug out solid tunnels and relied on their excellent physical fitness to continuously transport coal and sell it to surrounding cities, earning a lot of money.

Zaratul prayed to the "Fool" again and created a railway through a "miracle".

In this way, the characteristic industries of the City of Miracles took a shortcut smoothly with the help of "miracle" and developed rapidly.

At the same time, as purchasing teams brought back information and specialties from the outside world again and again, people's entertainment activities gradually increased.

Most of them asked the purchasing team to bring back recipes and ingredients, while some chose musical instruments and books. Some had successfully taught themselves to play musical instruments from the outside world, and adapted common folk songs in Feysac into songs praising the "Fool", singing them tirelessly.

In their spare time, people hold music and dance parties in the square, where everyone can enjoy the joy of life to the fullest.

Singing and dancing, they will finally go to the Cathedral of Fools to end the joyful evening with sincere thanks and prayers.

Today was also an ordinary and beautiful day. After enjoying a delicious meal with her husband, Mrs. Scould went to the cathedral to pray at the usual time.

Among the current citizens, there are still many believers of both the Creator and the Fool, and the Calders are among them.

After all, they were the parents chosen by the "Angel of Destiny" Ouroboros, and they had to believe in Ouroboros and the Creator. Fortunately, the "Fool" didn't mind it as much as before, so their faith was preserved.

However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the City of Miracles was not like the City of Silver. There were no churches or temples of the "Creator" in it.

The belief in the "Creator" will gradually disappear and become some secrets hidden deep in the heart, and in the end only the belief of the "Fool" will remain.

When she arrived, there were already quite a few people in the Cathedral of the Fool. Mrs. Scott walked in lightly, nodded and greeted the familiar priest, then sat down in an empty seat in the corner, clasped her hands together, and prayed to the Fool, thanking her for the life she had now and hoping that the days would continue to be so peaceful and beautiful.

After a while, she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her chest.

Mrs. Skold touched her chest in confusion and found that the source of the heat was actually her own necklace pendant.

——It was a common small photo frame locket bought by her husband from the outside world, which could be used to put photos of relatives. She liked this design very much, but she didn’t have any photos, so she had to put a small sketch of her child in it. She carried it with her and touched it occasionally, as a tribute to the "Angel of Destiny".

She opened the necklace box and looked into the eyes of the statue. Suddenly, the statue opened its mouth and said to her, "Tell the Fool that a great disaster is about to happen in the north."

"Seek His help immediately. Destruction and natural disasters are approaching the country where you live..."

Mrs. Skold did not dare to neglect the message from the "Angel of Destiny" and was extremely worried that her current life would be destroyed by unexpected disasters. She immediately closed her eyes and prayed to the "Fool" dozens of times in a row.

……

After the one-sided war, an army whose faces could not be seen was sweeping the battlefield.

They cut off the enemy's head or ears with their hands, took away the name tags on the bodies, and checked the fingers and teeth of these corpses, waiting for the Beyonder characteristics to be extracted, without wasting any valuable things. They did it cleanly, just as Medici remembered.

Medici breathed in the long-lost air filled with the smell of rust, and occasionally glanced at the blurry figures whose faces he could not see.

Those soldiers did not give Him a familiar feeling.

He was walking aimlessly here with a bloody sword in hand, and his hand still had the residual touch of killing the huge mythical creature just now. This made his heart beat faster and his mood happy. He wondered if this was a scene in his memory.

But Medici was not sure whether it was from Soran or Einhorn. After all, the three of them had been fused for too long, and each of them had fused fragments of memories that did not belong to them. Occasionally, they could see themselves from other people's perspectives. However, in the illusion given to him by the City of Disaster, these memories had lost their reference value, because it was very likely that they were just made up by the other party.

It's like extracting the experience of General A, adding the process of General B, and finally choosing C as the ending... It's impossible for Medici to have a full memory of every war that has ever happened. Compared to the source of these hallucinations, He cares more about whether there are any metaphors in them.

When passing by a corpse, he suddenly looked down and found that the chest of the corpse was actually rising and falling slightly.

...You're not pretending well enough. Be more careful in your next life. Medici stabbed the man with his sword, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the chest of the man who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. His lips and cheeks turned pale instantly.

He saw the other person stop breathing, then open his eyes again and ask Him:
"What is war?"

"Oh, not only have you stopped stuttering, you're even discussing philosophy with me?" Medici stabbed it again, and the second hole was no longer bleeding. "I'm not interested in answering this question. Why don't you find something else to do?"

The corpses around also opened their eyes and looked at Medici, as if to see if he would give them a sword as well.

Medici now really missed the City of Disaster in the Third Age. At least the other party at that time could not speak, would not fabricate illusions for himself, and would not let him answer questions. It was also an implicit rule in the mysterious world that questions could not be answered casually. If it was a mechanical device with fixed answers, it would be fine. Once the other party had the characteristics of being alive, then the right to interpret the answer belonged to the other party.

"War is the trampling of the weak by the strong."

"In war, the winner takes all and the loser loses all."

It didn't care about the extra hole in its body or Medici's attitude, and it took the initiative to reveal the answer:
"So what is a disaster?"

Medici raised his eyebrows: "...disasters are not subject to human will?"

This time it ignored Medici's words:
"You're not good enough yet."

……

Medici stood up.

There was no longer a single word on the bulletin board connected to the "Trensest Brass Book". It was as if the signal had been completely cut off. The black ink that made up the text turned into black squares, and large patches of blood remained on the panel. There was also a dark red sign that read "Communication Allowed".

It was this sentence that gave the City of Disaster a stronger power to interfere with reality.

He stood up straight, holding on to the broken piece of bulletin board beside him.

With this simple action, the sky seemed to suddenly press down.

He looked down at his body, then suddenly reached out and tore open his cheeks, pulling out the tongues and entire sets of teeth from two of his mouths and throwing them on the ground, leaving two huge holes where the teeth could be seen.

Then, the blood mist in the air automatically came over and repaired the rotten and festering parts of the body, and the wounds that were so deep that the bones could be seen. The organs in the body used for breathing and beating blood supply were abandoned. He did not need these things with rare and strong "human" characteristics, so those things were transformed into spirituality and integrated into this body.

Between his brows, the red flag bleeds, passing through the corners of his eyes and dyeing his black eyes blood red.

But He smiled, then opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if embracing the world.

The fog in the sky dissipated, and stars appeared one after another, but they were not distributed according to the star map. They were like countless little eyes blinking.

Unlike the "Witch of Doom" and the "Weather Warlock" who use spirituality and their own symbols to create disasters, He stands here, and the vast sky responds to His call. The sea of ​​blood behind him roars, and countless meteorites and shooting stars are brewing after the night. They truly come from outer space, carrying cordial greetings and souvenirs from guests from outer space, and are ready to fall at any time along with the order of natural disasters!
Along with His appearance, storms, tsunamis, plagues caused by countless deaths, struggles and greed caused by despair emerged one by one. In this upcoming feast, the smoke and blood mist became thicker and thicker, and His figure was shrouded in it, gradually losing its shape.

As invisible, incomprehensible, incommunicable, and unknowable as the disaster itself.

TBC
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Chick turned his head and saw the sky outside the window was gradually turning blood red.

A trace of fear appeared on His face, but then He became resolute. Along with the last two loud noises in the depths of the palace, a bloody Beyonder attribute and the "Trunsoest Brass Book" appeared in His hands.

This seal was constantly flashing, and it seemed to be trying desperately to escape, but it was helplessly caught in the hands of a Sequence 0 True God, and the space around it was blocked by the Source, so it was unable to escape.

The main door at the deepest part of the palace was locked, but from the crack below the door slowly flowed dark red blood with a severe disease that could kill an angel in half a minute. The blood flowed to Chick's feet and instantly turned pure black.

"Medici is dead?"

"He was an old friend of mine, and now he's gone without a word? I really gave him the easiest death...ha."

Chick covered the lower half of his face with a feather fan, with a happy smile in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth did not rise at all.

The red sky had spread to the window, and everything began to fall apart rapidly.

(End of this chapter)