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

Chapter 637 The Unchanged Ending
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Klein seemed to be trapped in a huge nightmare.

The stage was burned down, and all the actors turned into demons and monsters in an instant, scrambling to kill each other, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, which not only scared the audience in the audience, but also scared the screenwriter who was reading the script behind the stage.

His eyes blurred and he saw the utopia burning in flames.

He felt that he was burning too. Sometimes he was abandoned in a burning house, and as a bystander he watched his own body burn with oil oozing out, sizzling, and emitting a disgusting burnt smell. Sometimes his whole body was on fire, and he rolled on the ground desperately in severe pain.

He was choking on the smoke, he was suffocating, his heart stopped beating, and his throat was burned by the flames.

His tendons were cut, his eyes were gouged out, he felt the chill of the icy blade piercing his chest, abdomen, limbs and even throat countless times, his internal organs rolled to the ground and piled up with others, he saw countless versions of himself either dead or being killed by himself.

pain.

He saw himself holding a hatchet, chopping hard at the thing that used to be a human, and then he saw a flash of fire, and he was shot down, and there was a piercing pain in his abdomen. He saw himself covering his abdomen with one hand in vain, and waving his other hand vigorously, as if begging for mercy, but the other party still raised the knife and approached him with bloodshot eyes.

How could this be?
Following the surging malice, pain followed. This is probably the feeling that is more tormenting than death. As many secret dolls as there are in Utopia, I am experiencing as many deaths and near-deaths at this moment. In human fables, one death is enough to turn a warrior into a madman and a mortal into a philosopher, but thousands of deaths accumulated together are enough to destroy the torture of the soul.

I can no longer see anything, and I can't even sense what these secret dolls of mine have become. Every second is a torment from the bondage called "being alive."

Has it been broken? Has it been scrapped? Has it been destroyed? What has it become? Where is "I"?
Klein raised his hand.

A spirit worm squirmed, and it crawled on the ground with difficulty, merging with the other spirit worm closest to it, forming a slightly larger spirit worm. And this slightly larger spirit worm, driven by Klein's will, crawled to another place with strength, repeating the mechanical behavior of synthesizing Klein.

Soon, dozens of spirit insects were fused together to form half a hand.

The half hand only had four fingers and half a palm. There was no blood on the broken surface, only the cross section of a gray spirit worm. This hand stubbornly avoided all the madly attacking each other, stubbornly grasped the side of the Fool's high-back chair, and climbed up with all its strength.

"boom!"

The hand clenched into a fist and struck hard on the surface of the long bronze table, producing a sound that was neither loud nor powerful.

Suddenly, the utopia that was burning brightly in the outside world disappeared so suddenly.

Klein forcibly "removed" the Secret Doll Town and ended his own ritual for stabilizing the state, violently interrupting the endless negative feedback and all kinds of painful and desperate experiences.

This small city with a population of 10,000 to 20,000 people disappeared out of thin air at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, leaving only large tracts of snow-free grassland, turned-up soil, and traces of human activities around the frozen river to prove that this resort city once existed.

……

Anderson tried to light the fire, but was dismayed to find that he seemed to have lost his extraordinary abilities.

The good news is that his current body is very interesting, very flexible, and has strength beyond that of an ordinary person. Coupled with Anderson's combat experience accumulated over the years as an adventurer and hunter, defeating a Sequence 9 Beyonder is a piece of cake.

But this is not very acceptable.

Although he also knew many people who wanted to quit the extraordinary world but were tortured by past grudges and their own power, he was not going to be an ordinary person after all. After all, he was in his prime.

It was not a difficult choice to retire and become an ordinary person, or to find a way to get some extraordinary characteristics and start over. Anderson threw his paintbrush and thought about relying on this extraordinary guy and asking him to take him to other towns. As long as there were people, there would be extraordinary clues, and with clues, he could find a gathering. With his past connections, he could easily get some money and potions.

He is already a Sequence 5 Beyonder, so it wouldn’t take him many years to go back from Sequence 9.

As he was thinking, Anderson reached out to touch the ceramic cup on the table. This small building that suddenly appeared actually had these daily necessities, which made him marvel: "I don't know if the railway in Utopia can be used in the future. I remember that the station here is still very new. It would be a pity if it was destroyed like this..."

He turned to look out the window and saw large stretches of bare grass.

The snowy wind was howling, and Anderson widened his eyes in confusion. He couldn't help pinching his thigh, feeling like he had a strange dream.

……

Things are getting better—slightly.

While his consciousness was blurry, Klein felt as if someone was standing in front of him.

"How lame."

The man laughed. Klein tried hard to look up, but he couldn't see the other person's face. However, Klein realized that the other person seemed to be in a good mood.

What's so funny? As soon as he heard the other person's laughter, Klein felt his anger rising. He hated the person who was mocking him so much that he wanted to rip the other person's throat and break his vocal cords.

Klein wanted to get up, but his body was out of control. He tried hard to find his hands, feet, and joints, trying to prop himself up. Klein struggled for a long time without knowing how to do it, like a fish thrown onto the beach, but in the end he just rolled half a circle in vain, and went from lying on his side to lying face up.

He saw himself.

Or something with a face of its own.

This thing was squatting in front of his head, looking down at him. Klein saw that it was smiling with ill intentions.

Klein decided not to pay attention to this guy for the time being. Amid the overwhelming negative emotions and the voices tempting him to lower his bottom line and do evil, he struggled to recall whether Utopia had formed a symbol in the corresponding area of ​​the spiritual world - this was related to whether the ritual was successful.

I couldn't figure it out.

He had to at least observe the spirit world while awake to get the answer, but he obviously couldn't do that now. Neither his original body nor his clone had the energy to look at it for the time being, and he was already doing his best to control himself.

Klein closed his eyes, but at this moment, he heard the guy above him say:

"Your ideal country is gone, and your plan to use it to stabilize your spirit and resist my influence has also failed."

"Heh, the balance is broken. How do you feel now?"

The strong emotions surging in his heart made him feel sick, and the countless deaths before him still carried the afterglow of pain, which made Klein not want to talk. Seeing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun approaching and saying such gloating words, he wanted to give up controlling himself and rely on his instinct to punch himself in the face, but the cost of doing so was too high, so Klein chose to pretend to be dead for the time being.

Tianzun was obviously very satisfied with Klein's fun, and he was not dissatisfied with his lack of respect. After all, Klein was not him. Klein was just a little ant that Tianzun didn't crush to death because of his interest. All your strength comes from him, so talking about resistance and defeat is simply a joke.

"I think what you said is very right, you poor little devil, you don't belong to this world, why do you want to protect it?"

The Lord of Mysteries sighed with Klein's face and asked him with Klein's voice: "Don't you feel bored? Your life goal is only to 'tempt God's believers to betray Him', but you never told me that you would destroy His Eden with your own hands. You have many shortcomings as a human being, and indecision is one of them. However, in the next tens of millions of years, you will always realize your mistakes, hehe."

The Lord of Mysteries seemed to be truly regretful:

"The thing that disappoints me most about you is that no matter how you say 'you want to seduce them to freedom and to pain', in your heart you actually yearn for the Garden of Eden. I know you also want to be the Lamb of God."

...Klein was speechless.

Isn't this nonsense? It's as if he was qualified to enter such a world when he was still alive. If there really was a God in the old days and God really made a declaration, then almost everyone in the world would take the initiative to kneel down and become His sheep.

What exactly are you asking for?
"This world will soon become His Garden of Eden."

The Lord of Mysteries said to Klein, "That little brat named Leodro won't live long. His fate is almost coming to an end, so Loen will soon become God's land. I hope you can give me a sign, Klein Moretti, to destroy the Garden of Eden."

"……destroy?"

Klein understood the words of the Lord of Mysteries because the conversation took place in each other's minds. Rather than being a language that needed to be heard with the ears, it was more of a spiritual exchange that could appear directly in the brain.

A cold divinity surged in while Klein's spirit was receiving the crowd's creation. These cold, ancient wills were older than time and as unshakable as rock. They easily maintained his body on the brink of collapse, allowing him to continue functioning.

Klein suddenly realized what the other party wanted to do. When the mental balance he had barely maintained was broken, the spirit of the Lord of Mysteries naturally joined in to help him maintain his balance - and also assimilated his consciousness to a deeper level!

He tried his best to resist, but how could an existence that relied on the power of gods compete with God himself?

This is a critical point, a limit that cannot be crossed no matter what. Even if one is determined to die, one cannot surpass it.

Klein knew this better than anyone else. Just like the real Creator at the beginning, all they did was to delay time in the shadows, using everything they had in exchange for a moment of respite and the opportunity to maintain themselves.

Because no matter what, we can't win, this is obvious.

"Only if you show hatred for God and His Kingdom can I continue to lend you my power without worry. This is also for your own good. Think about it carefully. After all, your life is only - such a short moment."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that there are your blood brothers and sisters among them... But you have cut off contact with them, right?"

“He” reached out and patted Klein’s shoulder. There was a smile on his face as he spoke these words.

"To me, apart from the little bit of fun in you, you are full of flaws and the weakness and incompetence of a short life."

"But it doesn't matter. I am happy to give you the opportunity to grow."

Klein stared at Him. This was the only thing he could do now.

He felt that his emotions and spirit were gradually becoming stable, and his consciousness soon returned to the normal threshold with the help of the Lord of Mysteries. He could feel his own existence again and reassemble his body, but he still felt angry.

At the same time as he was angry, he was also deeply uneasy, because he was worried that before long, even this angry emotion would disappear.

He was completely unable to resist the other party's actions, let alone hurt him. The words of the Lord of Mysteries were deeply imprinted in his mind, and after a while, he could only rely on instinct to maintain this appearance.

At this moment, Klein suddenly wanted to laugh sarcastically, but he felt that the expression he made now was somewhat similar to another face close at hand, even the curve of the corners of his mouth when he smiled seemed to be exactly the same.

This resemblance made him feel dissatisfied and disgusted.

...But even so, what can we do?

Klein thought of his brother and sister for the first time in a long time. Since the conversation that day, he could no longer brazenly regard the relatives in this body he occupied as his brother and sister. However, even so, Benson and Melissa still played an important role in his heart. He didn't want to meet them again, and didn't want to think about them anymore. Klein knew that they were still alive, living a stable and relatively wealthy life, while they knew that Klein was dead, and his corpse was awakened by the evil god and became a terrifying existence.

The hand lying on the long bronze table slowly "rose", and one after another, spiritual insects seemed to be called by something, and they approached the position of the "Fool"'s chair one after another, quickly connecting behind the severed hand, and extending from the gap of half the palm to the outline of a whole human being.

Gray fog rolled in spontaneously, and a blurry figure sat at the end of the long table.

Klein stretched out his hands and clenched them, his hands becoming somewhat stiff. He looked like a corpse that had just been dug out of the ground, his face pale and his expression cold.

Through the vision of Sefirah Castle, he looked at the entire world in the distance.

His consciousness gradually became calm, as if he were an eternal existence, calm and silent. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he finally resisted the urge to act with a sarcastic expression and a playful attitude. In a corner of his mind, Klein suddenly thought of his guide who had left for a long time, and sadness and nostalgia flashed through his heart.

The next moment, he became the cold and indifferent god "The Fool" again.

TBC
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Did He feel the same way at that time?

I felt my spirit gradually becoming strange, and I felt another person's consciousness invading my brain.

Feeling like I'm no longer myself.

I kind of miss the days when I wasn’t a demigod yet, and I kind of miss Him.

When we reach the end, I want to tell him as a junior or a friend.

"I have already...I really have tried my best."

(End of this chapter)