Chapter 87: Fragmentary Diary
Chapter 87: Fragmentary Diary (8)
*Fragmentary Diary 8/8
*The fragmentary diary is a background supplement, explaining the reasons and process of the formation of His ideas, which can answer many questions. It is recommended to read.
It seemed as if He had been gazing at this planet for a long time.
The long time came before him. He saw that it took hundreds of millions of years for this planet to build its own shape. And he seemed to have existed before that, witnessing the shifting of plates, the cracking of the earth into the ocean, and the squeezing of each other to form mountains. The towering mountains were beaten into plains by wind and rain, and the bottomless oceans turned into cold valleys after evaporation due to the climate.
After its birth, it took more than 100,000 years to breed the first life under suitable conditions. At first, they were born in the morning and died in the evening, eating grass and dew, and then gradually had blood and heartbeats. Among them, a group stood out, with limbs that were good at running, eyes and ears to find prey. At the same time, the grass and trees also had their own wisdom. They consciously hunted, they initially learned to raise and graze, they walked aimlessly, they piled stones and wood to build nests for themselves, and they coexisted with birds and insects to obtain nutrients.
Tribes became cities, and cities gave birth to civilization.
The forest becomes a living whole, and the cycle never stops.
This is the joy of prosperity and also the prelude to decline.
He saw that one day, somewhere in the universe, the laws changed, and extraordinary powers descended on this planet. These powers did not bring much change to the world that had not yet taken shape. Hundreds of years after the extraordinary powers appeared, problems occurred on this small planet itself. The core of the star began to extinguish, and its rotation and revolution began to slow down, deviating from the sun. The climate gradually became colder, and the spring became shorter and shorter. Soon, the first "cold winter" appeared.
The life born here has since known cold and hunger.
Then in the great cold wave, 90% of the lives died.
She ascended to the throne of God under the expectation of all the survivors, found the last possibility of "continuation", stopped the cold winter, became a great goddess, and opened up the only land of hope for the survivors.
It has not been loosened for one thousand two hundred and thirty-one years.
The process of destruction was forcibly stopped, but it was still advancing slowly. This inevitable end was not something an incomplete god could resist. It was predicted that all intelligent life on the planet would be extinct in the 3617th year, leaving only the God of Order. Before that, a life individual went crazy due to losing control, embarked on a path that deviated from God's motto and sought destruction and the meaning of life, thus entering the thousand-year ice field.
after that……
The tide of time is surging. Since then, hundreds of years of loneliness and solitude can be brushed aside. The occasional loneliness is so insignificant that it is not enough to make it stop and think, or even to be a decoration on the long road. The individual seeks promotion, pursues past civilizations, digests potions, and is hostile to the God of Order, and defeats him in the final battle of gods, bringing the snow wind of destruction to the planet.
The individual stood on the lifeless ice field for a long time, remained silent for a long time, then looked up at the sky, his eyes meeting His.
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The decadent king opened his eyes.
His roots penetrated deeply into the planet in his arms, tightly entwining the dead core of the star. His fangs and sharp teeth rubbed against each other unconsciously, making a harsh sound. It seemed as if he had been staring at this floating stone ball for a long time.
He looked at the dead planet without any emotion, and each of his eyes seemed to be frozen with ice that had been there for a thousand years.
He stretched out a hand and gently brushed the planet's atmosphere. The freezing cold cyclone exploded like fireworks, causing dots of white frost to condense on his claws and fur. Then they condensed into water droplets, fell off his fur, and fell from thousands of meters in the air, smashing a deep freshwater lake on the surface. God found a fleeting pleasure in this phenomenon, so huge rains fell one after another, oceans and lakes were formed one after another, and dry cracks became natural winding riverbeds. The ice layer tens of meters thick was easily wiped away by his hand, and accumulated somewhere to become a continuous glacier. The vast and barren plains spread out like a blank sheet of paper in God's hands. God found it interesting, so vines and roots also rushed to leave the core of the earth. They whipped the surface of the planet, depicting mountains and ravines with unparalleled power, shaking the earth and the sky. Mountains were formed in His palms, and rain poured down as He churned the clouds, gathering into streams that flowed along His fingertips into lakes and the sea.
Thus, a world was formed in which life could be born.
The decadent king raised his head, and a meteor passed by him. As he turned around, it landed on the back of his hand and turned into stone and a pool of water.
He searched for other necessary conditions, and soon found a distant nebula with light and heat. He took the embryonic planet there, placed it in a suitable position, determined the speed of rotation and revolution, and then re-ignited the cold and silent core.
New mountains stand tall, and the plains are vast and boundless. As the planet rotates, light and wind gradually appear. The land has temperature, and the possibility of new life emerges everywhere on the planet. The breeze blows down the mountains, soars freely over the sea, stirs up the clouds, and gathers into a storm without a trace. A sea of white clouds surges over the vast plains, and waves appear on the smooth sea, and life reappears in the dead world.
So the cradle of life was completed.
The decadent king gazed at the planet, barely knowing from his long memory that it was his birthplace.
Then he let himself forget about this insignificant matter. He looked at this brand new planet, thinking with a little expectation when new life would be born and whether a new civilization would emerge.
At the same time, he recalled his homeland which seemed to have been destroyed, and the memory of the planet which he had completely recorded and witnessed.
He realized that he represented both the death of civilization and the traces of their existence. Life and death, prosperity and decline, were just part of the cosmic cycle, necessary decorations to embellish the original great dream. Nothing was irreplaceable, nothing was indestructible.
I am the "Monument of Civilization", both a tombstone and a monument. Therefore, there is no need to immerse yourself in cold pain. I will set off, and you will be reborn, heading towards the next story that has ended. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years later, new life and a new civilization will be born here. At that time, I will come, and we will meet again, with completely different appearances.
Leading the living civilization to its end, sending the dead world to a new life. The guide and witness of the cycle of life and death, the god who travels forever in the starry sky, this is the "Decay King".
I have been lonely, I have hated, I have been confused, I have feared death but looked forward to destruction, I have risked everything to seek the end, but now everything has returned to silence, only the gods wandering in the sea of stars remain forever.
Its real name is "Arkatria Winter". But the one standing here is no longer the one who looked up at the stars when he was at his wits' end.
Winter is here, and everything is dying. But spring is just around the corner.
——"I am the Lord of Withering, the King of Decaying."
——"It is also the final journey of all life."
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THE END-
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The fragmentary diary ends.
Withering Path Sequence 0: Monument of Civilization
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