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

Chapter 632 Choice and Destiny

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"Then good luck to you."

Will spoke helplessly.

This sudden defeat was not unacceptable to Him, but He simply could not understand Ouroboros's thoughts.

"Fate may not let you win." He finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, "Why do you use such drastic measures? If you want to save the Red Angel, He may have already..."

Will tried his best to be careful with his words, fearing that he might anger the guy who had forcibly taken away his destiny of becoming a god.

Going with the flow and waiting for arrangements are the true rituals of becoming a god in the path of destiny. Will couldn't explain clearly how Ouroboros completed the ritual. He seemed to have used the power of the Outer God's "Ring of Fate" to sacrifice his past and future, and used the other party's special authority to quickly fight with himself again and again, thereby bypassing the ritual of "letting nature take its course".

Ouroboros' goal is to become a god. He sacrificed his past and future in order to forcibly seize the fate of "becoming a god" with the help of the Ring of Fate!

Other things can be obtained by paying a price, but the deification ceremony definitely cannot!

Wait... Will was stunned.

From the moment Ouroboros decided to do this and put it into action, He should have been abandoned by "fate". Adding to the previous situation and the fact that the three copies of Sequence One and Uniqueness are now complete, it seems that - I was the one who had a better chance of becoming a god?
I feel like I've lost a lot... According to Ouroboros' current state, the entire path of "Destiny" will definitely belong to the Outer God "Fate Ring" in the future. I'm afraid there will be no chance to return to Sequence 0 or go further. After obtaining the "Destiny" path, he must have a stronger ability to seek benefits and avoid harm. The probability of finding him again in the starry sky is infinitely close to . If this Outer God also has the good habit of "taking all extraordinary characteristics for himself", I might become the only "Destiny" Extraordinary left outside.

I will never have a chance to be promoted again! Will's heart ached.

At this moment, after seeing the direct follow-up impact, Will began to understand a little bit about Ouroboros's determination to succeed.

Ouroboros glanced at Him:
"I must have killed your parents and relatives."

Will's expression became a little colder and more serious:
"…Although your target is me, it is also true that sometimes a whole family goes out and dies together."

"After all, they are relatives gained through restart. They are not enough to motivate you to move forward." The Angel of Destiny looked at his old rival and suddenly said something ambiguous. "You do not reject the blood and kinship brought by the restart, but you always remember that you are a child and your true identity. You are also as innocent and ruthless as a child, just like you change your surname every time, but even when you are hunted by me, you have never considered changing your name... Will Criss, you are probably more suitable to be the god of this path than me."

"Why are you scolding me in a roundabout way again?"

Life is not easy, Will sighed: "Forget it, I'll just restart."

Ouroboros thought for a moment, looked at Will, and made a gesture to stop him.

The river of destiny under His feet suddenly began to flow, creating a huge wave that slammed into Will's stroller!
With a loud splash, the waves fell, but Will's figure was nowhere to be seen, as if the wave had swallowed up the child who was less than two years old and the stroller.

The next moment, the river water pushed a silvery-white Beyonder Property that looked like a snake slough sealed in white amber to Ouroboros' feet. After this Beyonder Property was pushed up, a silvery-white scaleless giant snake swam out from the other side of the river in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Then, the "8"-shaped River of Destiny under his feet changed its appearance. It seemed to extend forward as in the past, but in fact it was always tilting in a certain direction, and would eventually connect with itself somewhere in the infinitely distant future.

It's like an extremely huge ring that no one can see the whole picture.

Will slipped away, and Ouroboros did not reach out to pick up the Sequence One attribute at his feet, but that attribute gradually dimmed, and the spiritual power in it continued to dissipate in the form of light points, gradually merging into Ouroboros' body.

Will's mouth and eyes widened, and He ran farther away like a fly, coiling up his body in a defensive and fearful posture. He looked at Ouroboros, his tongue flickering, and he was still frightened:
"You just took control...?!"

Yes.

Ouroboros thought.

I can directly control your restart, allowing you to die and come back to life in an instant, without losing anything except your extraordinary characteristics. I can directly influence your fate, allowing your death to connect to your life, without having to adjust it by increasing or decreasing luck.

"Is this the power you get in exchange for everything you've given?"

Will was a little dazed. He once again looked at Ouroboros with a more serious look. After a moment, He sighed and said in a lonely and helpless voice:

"Perhaps you are right. If we can only make deals with fate instead of controlling it or intervening directly, then we are not the 'Extraordinary' of this path after all, but the perfect vessels chosen for the final 'fate'. All the 'luck' needed for promotion and survival is just to get in front of Him. You are right. We do not have the power to control fate, let alone our own destiny."

"But if I had the power to choose, I would have to burn everything I have... I can't do it."

He seemed to have aged and become decadent in an instant, and was no longer as optimistic and lively as usual. Will subconsciously bit his tail, intending to restart himself and leave this place, but then he realized belatedly that he was no longer a "giant snake", and there was no point in connecting the head and the tail.

Will's expression suddenly became more lonely.

He circled in the same place, his body getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the space he created. Only one sentence was left, passing through the sound of the river of fate and reaching Ouroboros' ears.

"you win."

The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 1 at his feet finally disappeared completely.

This sentence was like the hammer sound of a final conclusion, and the last bit of spiritual light floated up and fell into Ouroboros' body like starlight.

In an instant, the world around him disappeared like broken glass. Ouroboros breathed slowly and took a step forward. The sparkling river of fate flowed gently at his feet, creating waves of varying sizes as he moved forward.

The new god of destiny closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all he saw was the vast starry sky.

The river of destiny at my feet was glowing with a hazy halo. It no longer looked like a river, but like countless flowing times. Each drop of water was a vital life of a living thing. The paths that had been taken, the paths that had not yet been taken, and time mixed together to become history and destiny, interweaving into an endless river - one day, this universe would also come to an end, and time would lose its meaning.

The wheel of fortune will continue to turn, and the spinning wheel will start working again after a brief pause, weaving the fate of all living beings and even gods.

Ouroboros stared at the sky. He only needed a thought to change the fate of others, and even let the dead live by borrowing the fate of the living. With the help of the Ring of Fate, he could effectively influence even true gods of the same status.

But He did not want to declare His power to the whole world like other gods did. ——Declaring His godhood now would only make the whole world a mess again, and He did not want to disrupt Utopia at this last moment.

He needs time to digest and stabilize.

But this still seemed insufficient - it was the City of Disaster, the Essence, that took away Medici. Becoming a true god had already exhausted His energy, and His state was entirely due to sacrificing the past and the future first, so He did not lose control immediately after becoming a god. Maintaining the status quo was already His best effort, so where did He get the energy and time to contact the "Key of Light" of the Western Continent, or even to contain and gain the power to snatch people from the City of Disaster?
"...Are you watching?" Ouroboros said. "Yes, I am watching."

Another Outer God answered. He picked up the camera, pointed it at Ouroboros, and clicked the shutter.

“I was thinking about something,” He said. “When I saw you praying to the Ring of Fate, I suddenly remembered that not long ago I was also regretting that you all joined Klein’s army. Otherwise, I could have killed you all and used your extraordinary characteristics and uniqueness to lure the Ring of Fate to enter the earth and add luster to the current situation. But you made this choice. It’s really an interesting ending.”

"I've already handed over my past and future. Now I have to keep them to save people. I have nothing left to trade with you."

Ouroboros said expressionlessly:

"I don't understand your authority, but my intuition tells me that Medici's fate may not be cut off yet. The opportunity lies in your hands. If there is anything else worth taking away, just tell me directly."

"This is the aftereffect of making too many deals with fate."

The Outer God pretended to sigh, tapped the camera, and the camera spit out a photo that seemed to have a faint flame burning: "I don't want anything, and you have nothing either - so how about leaving the fate of Medici to me? I will let Him survive."

……

"speaker?!"

The demigod of the School of Life, Senator Richoed, was startled by the sudden voice in his mind and almost lost his grip on the precious gilded ceramic cup. He looked left and right, and saw that no one suddenly appeared around him, so he quickly stood up from his chair, lowered his head to the air, and answered in fear and trepidation: "You are finally back! You have finally answered our prayers again!"

The last time the speaker passed on a message, he asked them to find a way to directly sacrifice the "Dice of Probability" and was vague about it, only saying that "He" was not in danger at the time. And in the months since then, there has been no more information or words.

The longer the speaker disappeared, the more serious the division within the School of Life became. More and more people chose the "moon" as their faith, instead of believing in the symbol of the red moon with reservations as required by the school. As a result, more and more people began to follow their own will. Previously, the demigod Richoed was injured due to some internal reasons and needed to recuperate. Now he has found a reason to avoid internal friction and return to a safe place to live in seclusion.

Now, hearing the speaker's voice again, he suddenly felt like the second shoe had dropped. No matter what, if the speaker came back to reorganize the school this time, the internal division would finally end.

The tension in his heart finally settled down and Richaud heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yeah." He was answered by a voice whose gender could not be determined, and whose exact age could not be discerned.

The only thing that Richaud could hear was that the Speaker seemed to have little energy and seemed unhappy.

But Richaud seized the opportunity and quickly reported to the Speaker what the increasingly outrageous "Moon" faction had done before, and then asked the Speaker what happened in the terrifying earthquake just now.

A big earthquake? Will didn't know, so he pretended not to hear it.

"Report the recent situation, organize the files and records, and offer them to me... I will deal with the matters of the members who believe in the moon later. During this period, I will stay in the Northern Continent. You can contact me actively, but don't contact me too often. It's up to you."

"Can you receive prayers stably?" Richoed was pleasantly surprised. He realized that the underlying meaning of this sentence was that the Speaker was out of danger. "Yes! We will use divination to obtain the appropriate prayer time, and then report important information to you."

"Yeah." Will's mind was echoing with the words Ouroboros had said, which made him not want to talk much.

After quickly concluding his exchange with his junior, Will hovered over Backlund like an invisible ghost.

The outside world seemed to have just experienced a huge earthquake, and the sky in the south had turned dark as ink, as if something was fighting inside. His eyes swept down and saw that the once prosperous towns were now in ruins without exception. They were like fragile sand castles, collapsing into shabby house materials in the earthquake. Looking at the busy Beyonders of the Church in the distance and those very practical plant shelters, Will was originally prepared to use Restart to help a little, but then he remembered that he was no longer a "Giant Snake", but just a "Prophet".

prophet……

Will looked around carefully again. He could see the general direction of everyone's fate. He could see that their suffering was not over yet, and they were not out of danger yet. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, but could not see his own fate.

Is my destiny not obvious enough?

From now on, I will follow Klein Moretti and the master of Sefirah Castle as an angel. This is my reward for not dying after facing Ouroboros. And, with Ouroboros' ascension to the godhood and his departure, I will no longer have the opportunity to advance.

He didn't want to rely on fate anymore. He was just a prophet who could foresee things before others, but he didn't need to tell people their future.

He floated forward, and suddenly heard a familiar cry in his ears.

Will turned his head subconsciously and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Allen Kress and their children.

Perhaps it was his good luck that half of their house had not collapsed, making them stand out from the crowd on this street. The two people he once called "Mom and Dad" were now surrounded by their children, with a smashed baby carriage beside them, and they were holding something wrapped in a cloth and crying bitterly.

Ms. Velma cried particularly hard, and Alan looked very tired.

Will looked at them, calculated the remaining luck they had, checked their fate, and made sure that he had given enough, and that this family's future life and fate no longer required his participation and help.

“I need a completely new image.” He thought silently.

From now on, there is no need to escape from Ouroboros' pursuit. After the restart, there is no danger to life and you can grow up naturally.

Immediately afterwards, Will quickly left Backlund and entered the border of Intis, ready to sneak into Feysac at any time.

As soon as He stood firm in the territory of Intis, He immediately saw a thunderstorm in the sky in the direction of Backlund in the Loen Empire, and heavy rain poured down. In the center of the thunderstorm, a huge black tower suddenly rose up to the sky, and countless black thin lines extended rapidly to the surroundings like blood vessels, intending to include the entire territory of the empire!

Fortunately, I ran fast. Will sighed and found a place to sit down and watch the game.

TBC
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When I woke up in the morning, I found that the reader group had exploded. I suspected that it was a cross-dimensional attack by the ring, or that Ouroboros sacrificed the past of the reader group. In short, the new group now has no book clubs like the past.

I’ll post the group number of a new group in the book club circle later.

(End of this chapter)