Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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I am very interested in this new emperor.
In addition to the interesting stories shared instantly by the avatar on Earth, He also has qualities that make me look at Him with new eyes. For example, He seems crazy, but He is actually very calm; He seems bold and arrogant, but He is actually careful and not so bold as to risk everything for a way out; He seems sober, but He never stops deceiving himself and evading responsibility.
All in all, this is a very interesting soul, so interesting that I can cheer myself up just by reading the records of the doppelganger.
In order to entertain Him, I extracted the concepts of "table", "chair", "vessel", and "water boiled with plant leaves" from my records, and the surrounding plants were represented by my limbs and the sea of flowers. I opened up a small courtyard in this desolate and silent void, hoping that He could relax in this familiar environment and have a serious conversation with me.
He sat opposite me and quickly regained consciousness. His torn body was covered with wounds caused by the red moon's pollution. He looked at me. I read in the records that similar eyes represented "suspicion", "vigilance" and "hostility". There is always a big difference between seeing it from the perspective of a clone and seeing it in person. I began to look forward to the conversation that will follow.
——His eyes were a little wandering. Probably because he didn't know which eye of mine to look at. So I closed the other one temporarily.
"Why are you helping me?" He said. "What do you want to do?"
Ah, help? Taking Him from the fallen mother goddess is considered help? He hasn't realized that he was polluted on Earth, and now the pollution in Him is resonating with me? My pollution and spirituality quietly restored some of His sanity. He was looking at me, his eyes were even more unpredictable, and I felt that He was probably mocking me in his heart.
I used one tenth of a second to look through the records in my thinking organ again, searching for keywords such as "Rossel's native language", "Chinese meaning and pinyin", "knowledge snatched from Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", etc. This subtle feeling of reading a cheat sheet under the eyes of the invigilator made me feel a little guilty. I used the simulated vocal cords to say:
"Because I really want to talk to you, Russell."
This sentence was in standard Chinese. Roselle's eyes suddenly widened, and the madness faded from the surface of that blue organ. He squinted his eyes and looked at me for a long time with a scrutinizing gaze. He slowly said, "Outer Gods are good at deceiving and bewitching. I have experienced this deeply. How can I trust you?"
Being bewitched and deceived means you are valuable. Although the alert level was only reduced from 100 to 90, seeing that He finally showed a desire to communicate, I felt that the atmosphere I specially prepared and the appearance I just molded to be recognized by humans came in handy.
"You don't need to believe me." I answered cheerfully in Chinese. "I just want to ask you, Mr. Huang, you thought you had come to another world, so you simply treated the entire world as a strategic game, abandoned the morality that humans should have in the old era and launched wars and invasions. In the end, you found that this place was the Earth. How do you feel?"
He was angry. This was exactly in line with the clone's impression of Him.
I remember that humans, or the true God of the Earth, would not overturn tables and chairs or throw away food when visiting someone else's territory for the first time, so He should not have torn out more than a dozen of my eyes at once. He digested my spirituality and calmed down. The tentacles I used to build tables and chairs were ruthlessly stepped on by Him, and I felt uncomfortable as if my hair was being pressed down.
"Roselle, how does it feel to have so many people sacrifice their lives for one general's success? You are already a mythical creature, so do you feel happy or guilty about trampling on your former kind? Or do you actually have no feelings at all, because they are just bugs and dust to you, with no other value except as an anchor? When you pushed the sin onto me, did you ever think about the reaction of your innocent and lovely daughter after she knew the truth?"
The torrent of pure knowledge and information came like a tsunami, and the red cracks became the eye-catching corals among them.
I asked seriously but didn't get a rational answer, so I grabbed His shoulders with my branches, embedded my roots and branches into His body, and pushed Him back into the chair. The knowledge torrent of Sequence One was just a toy in the spiritual world of the starry sky, and could be easily polluted by whispers and gazes. If He really fought with me, then when He returned, He might take all the kind gifts that the Outer Gods gave to the Earth. This small struggle that lasted only a few seconds caused my garden to lose a few flowers, but it didn't matter, I could make up for it with my hands.
"You don't have to go out of your way to insult me! Outer God!" He raised his voice, "I will never help you! Kill me!"
Although he looked like he would rather die than surrender, he still didn't answer my question. The flame of anger burned in his heart. His will to survive and his sudden desire to protect his homeland made him more sensitive than ever before. He did it, so why didn't he admit it? I felt a little regretful, but this also fits the definition of him by my clone.
"I originally wanted you to die, but now I think you are very interesting. Your ritual has been completed. If you delay any further, it will arouse suspicion. I should send you back. Of course, you will forget everything that happened in the starry sky."
To be fair, I don't have any of these things. I don't need personal feelings to perform my duties. Human nature will make me biased, and the authority of non-adjacent paths will destroy my purity. The planet where I was born has long been in permanent decay since I ascended to the throne of God. Although I brought it with me, I soon forgot about it. Was it in my hands, or was it destroyed after I lost interest in it? I can't remember, and it doesn't matter.
I continued discussing with Him.
I tried to make Him understand that, in fact, whether it is decay or withering, it is an inevitable part of the experience of matter, in other words, the leaves fall back to their roots. Without death, there would be no new life. It’s just that most lives resist death, and I am the embodiment of this fateful cycle, the guide of the development rules of all things, guiding things to usher in the inevitable decline and death according to the law.
"So, if the Earth were to be destroyed, I would take the biggest piece with me and hopefully there wouldn't be too many people on it."
Roselle, my friend. It is a perfect pastime to guide disasters, induce wars, and then watch the tragedies created by you and me! Sadness, pain, overflowing despair and fear of the future, perhaps it is the nature of a teacher. I will admire the courage of humans to risk their lives and admire their efforts to move forward for even the most distant hope. Of course, humans are creatures with both virtues and ugliness. Although they are not perfect and have many flaws, they cannot be denied blindly. ... Do you understand what I mean? I mean, you are a race full of possibilities. I especially look forward to your entire race falling into despair.
Roselle was angry again, and He struggled violently on the chair. Why? Was it because I didn't talk to Him in a human manner? But I am good at cursing, and I am also good at dealing with people with bad tempers. Just like a doctor who gives sedatives to patients in a hospital, I stuffed the spirituality that makes people cold, and He became quiet against his will.
"…You know my rituals, and you can speak Chinese." He stared at me closely. "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"We are old friends, Roselle." I answered Him. "I am your subordinate, and you pushed most of what you did onto me. In addition, you also kept a tight watch on me, not allowing me to become Sequence One, not allowing me the opportunity to further complete the ritual, and not helping me to act. Are you guarding against the emergence of another "king" under your command?"
"You have done very well, but it is a pity," I said, "when I ascended the throne, your ancestors were still picking fruits from the tree."
From the moment I said the first sentence, His expression became wonderful, which could almost be described as "earth-shattering and earth-shattering".
“Edward?” Russell’s face suddenly changed, but he controlled himself. “But you can’t know the existence of the Old Age and civilization out of thin air. There really was such a remnant of the Old Age, and then you occupied him?”
It sounds like a product of some old civilization, something called a "horror movie," where a monster lurking in the dark devours a lone companion, then returns to the group in the form of a companion and waits for an opportunity to strike. I feel happy: "He is a part of me, but I am not Him."
"Are you going to blame me? I think you should thank me. After all, that short life was extended because of me."
How to efficiently create a bigger disaster, how to kill more sentient beings in the long run, how to deprive the planet of vitality, are the only research topics that interest me the most. To this end, I will continuously make various novel attempts. For example, I will be an observer, the spirit of those lives, and send my own spirit to guide them.
However, even if I have watched magnificent civilizations disappear countless times, grand empires collapse, floods flatten everything, and ice or lava cover all traces of existence, I will never get tired of it, and will always be happy about it, because this is the truth I have given. - Do you think I would kill lives out of love, kill lives as small as ants, kill ordinary lives that yearn for the future and tomorrow...? No, that is meaningless. I don't do this for fun. Everything is bound to decline and die. Life is just a short dream illusion between life and death.
“You are very interesting, Roselle. I really like you.” Time is limited. I don’t plan to wait for Him to say anything. Anyway, He will soon forget all this, and I just need to wait. “I will continue to help you. You have the ability to bring disaster to this land. I look forward to that day. However, when the entire continent is declining under your war, how annoying you and your country will be in comparison.”
"So, then, I will kill you with pleasure."
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Roselle's space travel was very successful. He followed the safe route drawn up by himself and his subordinates, successfully broke through the atmosphere, and returned home smoothly, gaining some desired knowledge. When he woke up, he clearly realized that the residues in his mind that led to the loss of control had become more active, and it would take some time to eliminate their influence.
…And, He also received unexpected news.
This is the hometown he has been looking for for decades. This is the Earth. The underwater ruins, the chronology, the time and the rotation speed of the planet, all the doubts are connected at this moment. He has never left here, but just woke up in another era - a distant, extraordinary era thousands of years later.
Three loyal knights were checking Him for any remaining bad influences, and they were all happy for His Majesty's return.
In the lively atmosphere, he actually felt a chill, as if a demon was standing behind him and laughing. Roselle turned around suddenly, only to see his own overlapping and broken face on several pieces of stained glass.
TBC
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"I am the lord of decay, the king of decline."
“It is also the final journey of all living beings.”
*I originally wanted to put this chapter in the extra chapter, but after careful consideration, it can also be placed in the main text.
(End of this chapter)