“Why don’t the goddess have mercy on the living? I’m sorry.
He who sits barefoot upon a tiring bones and looks at me, one leg bows down, one foot drops down, his ankles ring with silver bells, and his voice is clear.
And We set up before him in the middle of the land, looking up at him: “I am not a god, but a founding god. Know that in My sight there are men equal.” I’m sorry.
“Creature, look at me, or else…”
He’s laughter, he’s standing up, he’s empty, he comes in a few breaths.
And the man put his hand on my chin, and a single word, and in his red eyes, he threw a surprise, “I will destroy the world you have created.” I’m sorry.
01
I am God.
That might be a little wrong, because there’s a precondition, in the game.
In this sandboard game, what players do is to create the soil, the living spirit and then to watch them create civilization.
In the process, you can choose to control them, take power and become a god for all time, or you can sit outside and observe, as bystanders, the evolution of civilization over the millennia and see where the continent that you created is going.
Once the game has been launched, it is the top of the sales list, with its vast array of options, its endless endings and its freedom, which allows countless people to wipe their hands in an attempt to create the strongest civilization.
Of course, it also includes me.
But I’ve encountered a huge resistance.
A strange NPC that can destroy my world on its own, with four big words of “total destruction” on the computer and red eyes.
When the world was destroyed 99 times, I heard my glass heart broke.
Then I made a lamentation and posted on the Internet for help.
Why is my civilization being destroyed? _Other Organiser
I’ll bet you’re not going to ruin the world. _Other Organiser
[Questioner: What destroys the world? _Other Organiser
[Don’t learn to read again: I know that “destroying the world” is a special part of the game, and that there is a very small possibility that it will appear in the civilization that was created, but that it will not only destroy civilization, but will also destroy the corresponding archives and only open new ones. _Other Organiser
Questioner: I’ve met people almost 100 times…
[Jjin: Oh, shit. I’ve never seen anyone meet. _Other Organiser
I’ve seen a big man’s strategy before, and the next one might be ancient times, and it’ll be easier to find one with a fire-red Lotus symbol. _Other Organiser
[ZM: It’s recommended to find a direct shark. _Other Organiser
I’d like to get a rose, too. _Other Organiser
[biubiubiu: It’s a data, but I suggest we put each other under the nose, and everything is solved? _Other Organiser
02
According to the commentary and the strategy, the more I get, the more I start a new set, the more I set the initial attributes, the more I get to the ancient era, the more I start to look for the destruction of the world with the flames.
I finally found that NPC.
However, unlike the brutal destruction of the world in the game, a child who was sleeping in the middle of the street and dressed in crap.
The opportunity is not lost, the time comes, and he can evaporate in one skill.
But the comments of the netizens are in my mind.
Bastard!
Come on!
Aah!
Surrounded by three days.
I gave up the choice with some frustration and slipped him out of one hand.
KID: Who are you?
And I look at the dialogue box, and the children’s drawings are very nice, and they’re a lota in their foreheads, and they’re pretty black and red, and they’re pretty.
But there are questions about the options.
Option A: I’m God. I’m here to kill you, see how you fucking ruin my world again. _Other Organiser
Option B: Come with me. _Other Organiser
The goddess, the angel of God, is the identity that I use when I want to wander in my own civilization.
So I thought about it, and I chose B.
But if it’s normal, there’s no next story.
So if there’s no accident, there’s an accident.
Just after I clicked, it spins.
Once again, my hand holds a black-haired child in front of the ancient city of human beings.
And a line of big words:
I’m done with Genesis! When did you let civilization live to find stars and I come back to work? _Other Organiser
I’m:
I want to die, but I feel like somebody else.
I looked down at the quiet little one.
Destroyed me 99 times, man.
Kill him? Kill him?
I’ve got my fists, I’ve got no tears, I’ve been to a serious university, I’ve never taught them.
So what?
Lift your sleeves and raise your children.
03
Bad news: I crossed the game.
Good news: But I’m still God.
There is still a virtual panel in the game where they cannot see it.
Sleep’s the answer.
Death corresponds to “renewal.”
But there is no archived interface.
I looked at the interface for a while, and then I picked it up.
“Where are you taking me?”
I heard the sound of a little milk.
It’s from the kids.
He looked up at me, and there was some kind of tumultuous under his hair with a strong sense of vigilance and unease, like a little cat caught and struggling to shine his claws.
“Where do you want to go? I stopped and looked at him, and the man who destroyed the world was far from being as innocent as he seemed, “Stand away the knife behind me, you can’t kill me.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I’m sorry.
But I can see that he put the knife back in his waist with no voice.
“God sent me to be on your side to do good things. I pretended to be cold, snuggled at him, “Don’t be confused with my past. I’m sorry.
The child smiles on his red lips, but his eyes get dark, making me feel like he’s not a “child” but a very deep adult.
I have to teach him good and good, and love life.
He must not destroy the world this time!
Absolutely!
04
Today is the first day of poor playboys raising children.
I’m not happy. I’m not happy with you.
He was staring at me with a mean eye, trying to break out of the rope that I tied to his wrist, and he did not forget to threaten me: “This is illegal!” I’m sorry.
I “cut” him and put him in a crappy hut: “Ass, no one can open this thing except me.” And, no offense, I’ll be your guardian from now on. I’m sorry.
“Guard”?
He did not understand the meaning of the word.
And I raised my head and looked at him, and said with a narrow smile, “In other words, I will be you, my mother.” I’m sorry.
That’s right. I created this game world. I’m not his mother.
“What are you, my mother? I’m sorry.
I might live with it.
I’m lazy in a place where there’s no swing in my heart of this unheavy curse, rubbing the head of a son of a bitch and squeezing it with my hand: “With your good words.” I’m sorry.
The kid saw my move, strangulation, strutting his lips at me.
Like a desperate little beast.
So I took my hand back and looked around, and there was some trouble.
It’s a broken and ugly hut I’ve built with my skills.
“From now on, this is your home. I’m sorry.
I shot the walls of the hayhouse and said to the kids.
Next second.
Boom!
The hut fell.
05
Genesis is bad luck.
I’ve been holding a weed on my head and watching the ruins weeping.
Not even a house.
And the kid I’m holding on to doesn’t look like he’s standing there.
Does it hurt or does it hurt first?
I’m thinking about what I’m going to do next.
“Do you want to go back to my house?”
The little boy’s voice was so tense, it finally came out.
We lifted the rope from his hand, and it came as a surprise to him: “Did you have a home?” I’m sorry.
Children:
As a qualified creator, I cannot live in his house for nothing.
When you waved, you cleaned his little yard clean.
He looked at me like I was working on it, and he didn’t know what to think.
At a young age, the face is dark, the pupils are dark, the pupils are dark, and there is a strange beauty in that cold and white face, which seems to have grown up and destroyed the earth.
I thought, leaning against the wall and laughing at him, “I haven’t asked you your name, what is your name?” I’m sorry.
“…forgot. I’m sorry.
Once again, I have removed his file, which remains a line of question marks.
All right.
“Well, since I’m your guardian, I’ll give you a name. I grabbed him in the air, and a piece of paper with his name appeared in my hand.
Destroyed, destroyed.
I call it a great name.
And when I was rejoicing, the teenagers had taken the note which We had handed him, staring at it, and had not spoken for a long time.
And the column in the file has changed from question mark to my name.
“And you?”
He suddenly spoke.
I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m sorry.
06
Today is the second day of the founding gods.
I’m angry.
He’s not back yet.
Each of his extraordinary moves could lead to the destruction of the world before I was certain what gave him the power to destroy it.
Looking at the system panel, I decided to use tracking skills.
This is a certain number of times, once less.
So when I sent it to see the ash, it became even more bitter: “What are you doing in the mountains in the middle of the night?” I’m sorry.
The kid still says nothing and looks at me like that.
“What are you doing behind your back? I’m sorry.
I found him in a very sharp state and looked behind him.
Herbal? What happened to your hand? I’m sorry.
I looked at his bloody hands, wrinkled.
“It comes with the thorns, and I need to take it off and exchange it for money. I’m sorry.
He finally spoke, tried to pull his hand out of my hand, but tried several times without success.
I looked up, and I understood what he was doing: “Bitch, I said I’m a goddess and I have the means to earn money. Now that I’m your guardian, I don’t have to worry about it, don’t say anything, I’ll worry if I can’t find you.” I’m sorry.
And I said, “Let’s go home.” I’m sorry.
The ash slowly tightens its hands, nods its tiny spot, and its eyes are dark, and it is hard to see whether the thin microwaves are lifted inside.
07
Life isn’t easy, Genesis sighs.
Because, as the introduction says, even if I am now the founding God, I will follow the world’s monetary system and will not be able to produce something of commercial value.
So I can only use these little powers to find a way to live for myself.
For example, to treat some simple skin injuries.
I’ll have enough money after the ritual of the relatives of the world.
It’s so boring to spend a day here.
So I suddenly realized something very important.
Shall I take the ash to the gin?
In this way, learn to be good and wise and to be a good youth for the full development of the moral and physical well-being.
It’s not like I’ve been in trouble since he played.
However, this proposal was rejected by Ash.
He said that he was only stinging a bucket of water in peace, then staring at the water, half of it, so he looked up and replied, “No.” I’m sorry.
“Why?”
I bend over with him looking, asking.
“Don’t go. He’s just biting and repeating it.
Subsequently, the black-haired child tried hard to lift a large bucket near his waist and went to the kitchen.
I was groaning, and I went after him, one hand over the bucket and the other hand over his head.
As if it had been applied, the young man leaned on his head, held his hands in his fist, kept his face motionless, and the hair covered his face, making me wonder what he was thinking.
“I can help you cover up the pupils and the flowers,” I rubbed his head and said, “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’m sorry.
And he raised his head, and he was blind in the red and black, so he looked at me, and his voice was soft: “You are a goddess, and I have nothing for you.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t need this. The gods say you’ve been through too much. Let me save you. “I lied without an expression, with a little magic, and then pointed to the bucket, and said, “You just have to live happily, do what you want, now, look at it. I’m sorry.
The baby blinked and slowly turned to the bucket.
The person who fell out of the bucket was no longer a terrible child, and a pair of dark eyes was warm and beautiful, and the bouquets were missing.
“It’s some kind of blindfolding,” and my other hand is still not coming from above him, but rubbing it a little bit, “but enough. I’m sorry.
“The Chairman is not very high. I’m sorry.
The youths then moved their sights onto the buckets and their voices were boring, but they did not shake their heads off my hand as usual.
08
In these days, I find the kid cute, it’s hairy and cold.
Besides, call me by my name!
But I couldn’t fix it a few times, and I couldn’t help it.
As a person who created the world, I will go to the site to receive their prayers and sacrifices in the face of some of the great ceremonies.
It gives me the power and the money.
So, when it feels like there’s a big sacrifice coming up, I’ll tell the ash I’ll leave.
If it’s long, it’ll be four or five days, and short it’ll be two or three days.
At first, the young man was so worried, he became used to it, noding and sending me away with those beautiful eyes.
“I’m leaving. I felt the power of sacrifice from the palace this time, and said to the ash as usual.
Ash wears a long-haired long shirt because it’s cold in here, and it’s covered in black and white, with a small pointy face, with a dark hair, with a simple adornment with a platinum, but it can see what the future will be like for a fruit-thrower.
He was sweeping the floor, and the wheel was slowly sweeping, and the books were placed on the stone table in the garden, and the pages were turned and the sound was sounded in the wind.
And when he heard me, he did not look up and whispered, “Remember to come back early.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry. “I nod, I choked, I was ready to leave, “I put all that money in the kitchen, you know where it is, and I’m a goddess, and I get money. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
He’s back.
“Okay, let’s go. I said I chose the transmission on the panel.
In the moment of his disappearance, I saw him unbrooming, walking two steps towards me, standing there and staring at me in silence.
Those eyes were filled with emotions I couldn’t understand.
But I didn’t expect to see you again, eight years later.
And I’m… dead.
09
And when the time of the return of consciousness came upon me, I was oiled, and I became angry, and they set me up!
They tried to capture the gods and to keep the emperor alive and the dynasty alive.
And I hang in my absence, and I look down and I see myself bound by a huge chain, a sharp long needle piercing the skin, and the blood flows down the groove of the needle and gathers in the middle of the altar.
Eight years have passed.
I look a little pale and I can’t believe I’m staring at the game interface.
I was told I was dead before the game was restarted.
A year.
Several servants came to the altar as usual, and one of them seemed to have found something wrong with me. He came to see my nose, looked up, twisted his neck, and said to his companion, “God is dead.” I’m sorry.
Their eyes were full of fear, and they had to run outside.
But before they ran out, a man in black slowly walked in.
I’m a little surprised to see this behind them.
Ash?
Eight years later, he’s become an adult from the children I remember. Men are long in shape, with dark hair falling in their waists, wearing their robes at will, showing their white chests, walking lazyly and smiling on their grotesque faces.
At this moment, his smile is so…
Horrible.
I couldn’t help but step back and see him barefoot, with a long sword on his right hand, with blood on his hands.
And he was wearing a gold-coloured black robe, and he could see a more infested color of blood.
At this moment, under this dungeon, there is no more beautiful colour than his red lips and a red eye, like the devil Shuro, who climbed from hell after he had bathed in death.
“Look, three rats. I’m sorry.
He laughed, his eyes were particularly cold, and a few breaths easily ended three lives.
I watched the blood burst through the shadow of my illusions today, if I could feel the warmth that has not faded.
Even though I hypnotized myself in a game, at this moment, I’m getting sick.
Gross.
Want to puke.
He’s become the ruin of the world I hate most.
Why, I left him enough money to live his whole life…
Why did this happen?
And I kneeled on the ground, and watched him draw his sword with no face, and stepped on the blood, and went in.
When I was back up, I found him standing three feet away from me, staring at my body in silence, and then walking a few steps, swinging my sword, snapping the chain and looking at my body on the altar of a complex line.
He said, “There you are. I’m sorry.
His voice is mute and he can’t hear anything.
He then came to my body with his sword, crouched on one knee, reached out a pale hand, surrounded my wrist and then tightened it.
“You’re dead. I’m sorry.
After a long silence, he simply said that the lines were flat and soft, as if they were talking about something that was nothing more than normal.
“Will the goddess die?”
He bowed, slowly approached my face, sawd down and covered his eyes with blood from the stars.
Every year I pray to the statue, you hear me? I’m sorry.
He was attached to the head of the body, and his voice was full of cold hatred.
“I say, “O Lord of God, I hope to bring back the loch.” # I don’t know #
“God didn’t save you. You see, now I’m here to save you. He bit his already white lips slowly, he was grinding them, trying to make them red again, “Come on, come home with me.” I’m sorry.
I have left the scene of the killing that I just witnessed outside the sky.
Huh?
Huh?
What’s the matter with you?
10
My little heart was hit.
That feeling was even more intense when he stepped on the dead bodies of 10,000 people and took over.
Ash sits on the throne, holding his jaw in one hand, looking down at the timid ministers, and his voice is soft and soft: “All the idols are destroyed.” I’m sorry.
“If any man dares to believe in God…” “the pedigree of a man of the opposite pupils raises his red lips, with all the intent of murder, “to be decapitated and exposed to the wilderness. I’m sorry.
As a ghost waiting to be raised, I took a desperate shot of my head.
A precursor to the end of the world.
Although the ash is not as cute as it was when I was a kid, it’s even a little scary, but I can’t leave.
For the next success, I have to know what the ash went through and how the dog emperor caught me.
I put my hands in my pocket, standing next to him, groaning.
After retreating, I followed the footsteps of the ash, slowly towards the palace.
I’ve seen my body again, and it’s in a soft chair.
But this time I’m all dressed up in clean clothes, and I can’t see that I’ve been dead for some time, except for the gray color, the tight eyes.
I’ve got a face and I’ve got everything in my eye.
When he stood at the door for a moment, he was blinded, walking a few steps towards my body, and then he stood there, staring at it in silence.
I ran the interface to get the files and stood there with him.
I didn’t know how long it took me to hear a light closing and look up and find out that he had left.
I then looked down at the profile of the person I had drawn out, and then I put my eyes on my body, and I ended up sighing.
Eleven.
The world has been restarted. _Other Organiser
The data code has been re-engineered, and the world has appeared in an instant.
I have set my own goals now, more than I did last.
As the palace was with that little pervert, I knew his life and why he had the power to destroy the world.
His mother was a true psychic goddess, and I played a role like that.
There are important things that they can tell me by praying that, in order to draw a line with others, I can distinguish between them, so that people will have the same eyes as the Red Manau.
And the cheap father of the ash is the king of the dogs and the madman who wants to live forever, and who loves beauty, forcing the goddess to be with him, and finally giving birth to the child of the black and red child.
The opposite pupils mean bad things and are punished by God.
And she was bleeding, and as she remained, the goddess knew that the child would not end well in the hands of the emperor and asked the nurse to take the child away.
The nurse died while on the run, leaving him alone on the street.
It’s the same thing.
I stomped my chin and walked back into the street.
Instead, he saw a child sitting in the corner sitting in his hair, and instead of sleeping, he looked up at the sky and was stupid.
I snuck him out of the corner like I did the last time.
He did not struggle, but looked at me with a deep look.
It feels like it can’t be said.
But this kid is old and I’m used to it. I don’t think about it, but I do the same thing I did last time.
The kid was very cooperative with me and followed me to the open.
I built the house with my hand, and this time it was made of wood, and it looks very solid.
I’m satisfied.
The children slowly approach the house and touch it.
The house fell again.
I kept him in my arms for the second time when I saw in my heart what was already a ruin.
“Go back to my house. I’m sorry.
He looked up, his eyes were wide open, he blinked at me.
I said, “Yes, it is, but it is.” How can you look forward to it?
So I’m gonna let go.
If he’s so good, he can skip the steps to tie his hands.
And the child held fast to my waist, and said, “My feet are covered. I’m sorry.
I said, “I can fix you.” I’m sorry.
And he shook his head, and his milk said: My house is so close, sister, hold me. He said that his pitiful puss had left their mouths and had water in their eyes and looked at me.
My hands are shaking.
I surrender to such a child.
And forget him who was fierce.
You don’t have a name, do you? “I took my mind off the profile, and this time it wasn’t a question mark, it was a name I used to name.
But the children were staring at me, shaking their heads and whispering, “No.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t think much, and I laughed, “Then call you ash.” Raise your hand, a piece of paper with his name appeared in his hand, and I handed it to him, saying, “I am a goddess, and this is your guardian.” I’m sorry.
“The goddess. “He chews these two words for a moment, and his face is a bit weird, like sarcasm, or anger, but he continues to say, “Okay. I’m sorry.
12
The process of raising a child was inexplicable.
Genesis expressed satisfaction.
This time, I’ve been watching, and as long as my money is enough and I have the power, I won’t go to the altar. Take more time with the ash.
Soon after New Year’s, I went out early to buy some.
When I was negotiating with my boss’ mother, I found someone in my arms.
Look down, it’s ash.
And his white face ran red, and his breath was low, and then he let me loose, and he stood aside, and he cried out to me with a fine tone: “I thought you were gone. I’m sorry.
“How can I not be seen? By the way, aren’t you going to school? Why did you come back? I’m sorry.
I’m a little surprised that he came all the way over here, that he couldn’t afford to cut the price, and then he gave the money to her and he pulled up the basket and took the ash.
“Sir is married and calls us today, just give us some sugar. He held my hand tight, and he said he had another hand in front of me, and there were some sugar in a paper bag, “Here you go. I’m sorry.
And I took the frown out of it and put it in my pocket, laughing, “Now that I’m here, I’ll buy you some clothes.” I’m sorry.
And he was a little panicking, and he shook his head: “There are enough clothes, no need. I’m sorry.
“What’s that? I was holding him, “Somebody else’s kids have new clothes for the rest of the year, and you have to. I’m sorry.
The children stopped and looked at me for a moment, and the children looked at me like, “Do you know, family?” I’m sorry.
“Are you going to be my family? ”He’s acting a little weird, like he’s got a lot of emotions on his face, and I haven’t answered, and he asked again.
“Yeah, aren’t we family? I’m sorry.
My hand hurt a little, but I couldn’t get away with it when I saw the child.
“My mother told me that only loved ones can become family. He spat his mouth, his face was red and his tone was stuttered, “Well, I don’t know what love is.” I’m sorry.
Huh?
Where are we going with this?
How abstract is love? How can I explain it to him?
I frown and think for a moment and say in the most common words: “Love is to embrace and live with each other.” I’m sorry.
He listened and noded and said, “I understand. I’m sorry.
He said, “I will try to make you my family, and I will love you.” I’m sorry.
The child made a serious commitment, one word, like an oath, a pink face, a bright light in his eyes, a soft lips, as if the gray winter night of the brakes were full of pears, bright and bright.
I was struck by beauty, but I lost my head.
13
In winter and spring, I stayed by the ash and strangled all suspicious blackened factors.
Today is the eighteenth birthday of the man who ruined my world a hundred times.
And We brought him to the temples of the Mount, and looked at the red silk, and said to him, “This is your day of maturity, make a wish to God; surely He will hear.” I’m sorry.
The young man was as green as a pine, in ink-colored silk robes, with a silver emptiness in his robe, with a snow feather shawl, with a red cord on his head, and lazily looking at me, “Oh, yeah? I’m sorry.
On this occasion, he did not ask me to cover up the raisins and the red and black pupils before his forehead, which did not seem to concern him, not only did he find me very fond of his raisins and the children, but he used them unwittingly to destabilize me.
Even when I watched him grow up, I couldn’t stand such beautiful attacks.
Do you think God will hear my request? * His voice is soft and he stares at me. *
We said, “That is not so. I want to hear it.
So I was pretty sure the place was nodding, “Of course it is. I’m sorry.
It was said that the ash smiled, raised its eyes, looked up at a statue with a blurry face, then folded his hands, bent his body, and prayed in a very pious gesture.
I pulled out the game interface behind him and listened to his prayers.
Then I heard him saying, “Leave the goddess to me, Lord.” I’m sorry.
It’s dark and thick, and it’s dumb.
I: Does it seem strange?
Not sure. Listen.
And he prayed, and said, “I want to crush her, and her eyes are only with me.” I’m sorry.
I:
What are you thinking?
That reminds me of that crazy sick kiss in the last world.
“Why is your face so red? I’m sorry.
The youths have ended their prayers in my swoop, and they look at me with one hand.
I took a step back and covered my face with panic: “No, it’s okay. It’s too hot in this temple. I’m sorry.
“Oh? “It’s the time of spring and winter, when he stares at his hands in the air, his eyes sink, he takes them back silently, and he bends his eyes, “I’m just worried, but you don’t need my fear. I’m sorry.
And We looked with his eyes, and it was clear and full of grief.
Did I just hear you wrong?
I felt a little guilty, and I pulled his hand over my cheek: “No, look. I’m sorry.
The young man was only a few points out, the cold abdomen were too cold and the cheeks were too hot, and a little itchy, and he paused for a moment and took his hands back to his sleeve, laughing at me, saying, “Yes, it is, can we go?” I’m sorry.
“Of course. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, I looked at the statue and left with him.
On the way he suddenly asked me, “Will you leave? I’m sorry.
I thought about it and said, “Of course. I’m sorry.
He’s moving on. I’m sorry.
“When my mission is done, I leave. I said:
Almost. I’ll have to deal with the emperor who’s been in trouble for 18 years before he finds his own son.
And that’s when he smiled softly, looked at me, and his eyes were like a shining red manau in the light, “Is it because of God? I’m sorry.
A young man with a smile brought an incomprehensible sense of oppression, and I felt as if I was facing an enemy, noding in a difficult place under his eyes, and then pounced on his feet without attention.
Ash stretched out his hand and gently pulled me into his arms, and the light smell covered me.
I can feel his chest vibrating, and the sound is like, “My Lady, watch the way. I’m sorry.
So, before I wanted to get out of it, he let go of my waist, slowly step back, turning away and looking away, and saying, “We have a long way to go home. I’m sorry.
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But I didn’t realize that before I was ready to move, the soldiers had surrounded the door.
The white-faced man smiled on his face, with a message in his hand and shouted, “The message is coming.”
“Yay, why don’t you come and get it? I’m sorry.
“Get out of my house. Who let you in? I’m sorry.
I wrinkled, looked cold in front of me and calculated how to take the ash.
But he came out and looked at the army.
I whispered, reached out and stopped him.
“Don’t worry. “He smiled, held my hand out and pulled me behind my back.
Then he looked at those who were before him and said to them, ‘Let me take charge of her fear of the living.’ I’m sorry.
I couldn’t believe I was staring at his back, shaking his hand and whispering, “You know that? You want to die? I’m sorry.
And on the other side, when he was brought down to the lower steps, he left his mind unheard, and took the message to the ashes: “We wait outside for His Highness the Prince.” I’m sorry.
Then I went with a bunch of people.
“What are you doing?”
We dragged him back into his room, and punched him in the ear, and asked him, “Are you crazy? I’m sorry.
I’m pretty sure he knows everything.
I don’t know what to do, I know everything.
Since the death of the last goddess, he has taken the secret that has been passed down by the royal family for so-called extended life, which I created to observe the evolution of the royal family at close range.
I came down early in the game and talked to the royal family and gave them a lot of good things, but then I started it and I deleted the secret that they could see me.
It is not surprising that in the last world they kept this secret back-up and upgraded it, and could even bind me directly, using my flesh and blood as a sacrifice to make the emperor a god and to bless the nation for centuries.
But this time I did not go to the altar of the high national sacrifice.
He must therefore find other ways to satisfy his desires.
Since he could not find God, he would surely turn his back and seek to find his own child with a divine bloodline, to use his flesh and to gain its strength.
If this bloodline of communication with the gods attracts the gods to come, it will not be lost.
I’ve spent a lot of time avoiding the old secret.
The young man didn’t blink, snuggle his legs, stomped on my hand, and soft hair fell on my hand, “Don’t get angry. I’m sorry.
“When did you call? I’m not moving, I’m not asking, “Why are you doing this?” I’m sorry.
“Of course it will be.” And in his eyes, the flames will rise, “and hold on to God.” I’m sorry.
I:
“Are you sick? So We rubbed his face with both hands, and spread out that terrible face.
The young eyebrow bends around in my motion, like a kitten, holding my hand on both sides of his cheek, with a soft voice and a careful test: “I will protect myself, My Lady, if I catch the gods, do you want to…”
“Follow me?”
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And We sent him away from his back, but the black and red pupils of the wildfire that were in his head remained in their midst.
I think there’s something wrong with this guy.
But…
He’s really pretty.
If his hunt wasn’t for me, I’d feel prettier.
Now he’s got the power to defend himself, and I’ve avoided all the blackouts.
I can’t just pull out the game interface and stare at the fast-in.
This time, is everything okay?
Whatever. Let’s go in.
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I didn’t think I’d get interrupted in my sleep.
When I woke up again, I found myself standing on a barren wasteland.
It’s a hunt, and it smells like blood.
What the hell is going on?
I looked up and looked around, and found a great white mountain far away.
When I used my skills to transmit the past, I discovered that the mountains were built up with a pile of hard white bones.
On the tip of the mountain, a young man in red.
And he was closing his eyes, and lo! as soon as Our sight fell upon him, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were as cold as blood.
“The ash…”
I’m a little uncertain.
I do not know how many years of sleep have passed away from the youth, and now he is dazzled, mature, and has spread to half a face of his forehead, and the children have become completely red eyes.
It’s a chilling death.
“It’s been a long time. The man laughs lazyly, “You can only appear if you kill people.” I’m sorry.
“What the fuck did you do? I’m sorry.
I whispered, this wasteland, the white bones, to remind me of something terrible.
I don’t want to believe he did all this.
“As you can see. He looked at me, and there was no sorrow in his eyes, and “Why did the goddess have mercy on the living?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, that’s a mistake, Lord God. I’m sorry.
He smiled, emptied and slowly walked towards me.
“Are you crazy? I’m sorry.
“I’m not crazy. Genesis, you have to look at me all the time or else the man is holding his hand on my chin, one word at a time, and the red eye is stunned, “The world you created, I will destroy it with my own hands. I’m sorry.
He said that there were a few chains in the ground, which bound my wrist and ankle.
The black-haired man stood in an inch, with a warm eye, with a smile on his lips and a lamentation: “I have been waiting for you for a long time. I’m sorry.
“You see, I still have the gods. I’m sorry.
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I have been imprisoned in luxury palaces.
And he stayed with me in this quiet and cold place.
There are candles and candles day and night, and the lights shake, and it is not clear whether day or night.
And We looked at the food before us, and when the chain reached forth, it sounded asunder, and he sat behind me, and he covered me with his arms, and he breathed with a light breath, but with a sense of existence that could not be ignored.
“How do you know that? I’m sorry.
I slit my lips and my voice was still dumb.
“What are you asking? “Young people moved and took me in my arms, and the twilight fell straight down.
Even if I can’t see his face, I can imagine a fire in his red eyes.
All, I’m quiet, “From the beginning.” I’m sorry.
He smiled, and cold hands held my hand, trying to tie my fingers.
I wrinkled my eyes and held my fist tight.
He patiently stepped up his efforts and slowly inserted my fingertips until he was satisfied without a lace, “Let’s start in the last life. I’m sorry.
“The Last Life”? I lost my voice, “Do you have memories of the past?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. He’ll lean his head over my neck, and his voice will be soft, and he won’t get up, “Let’s start with the sudden disappearance of Lord God.” I’m sorry.
“I waited 10 days at home and you didn’t come back. I’m sorry.
“I was wondering if you left me behind. I’m sorry.
And he paused, and said, “I have been abandoned twice, my mother has been cast aside, and the nursing mother has been slaughtered by soldiers, and their lives have been taken away, and I am left alone.” I have heard from my mother that the divine voice has guided this dynasty, but those who believe in him sincerely have been killed by their own kind. I’m sorry.
“and even the goddess whom he sent down. I’m sorry.
My heart is tight.
When you play games, there’s a lot of things going on, and at first I’m going to take care of every one of them, and at the end of the day, it’s basically gone.
In my eyes, it doesn’t seem important to live and die and to be happy.
“I pray in the temple, ask the gods to bring you back. I’m sorry.
“He didn’t answer me. I’m sorry.
So I smote it, and there was only one head, hanging on a tree, to receive the wind and the sun, so that he might know the suffering of the world. I’m sorry.
“Then I met the soldiers who were looking for children, and they tied me up. I’m sorry.
His voice was flat, and he passed over his story: “Then something happened to me, and when I gained the strength of my mother, I killed them all, and the emperor, I cut the flesh, and fed it to his dogs. I’m sorry.
“They screamed so badly, it sounded good. The sound of the ash was shivering a little bit because of the excitement, mixed with a bit of a tumultuous breath, “Oh, later in his underground palace, I found your body. After your body disassembled, I started a secret trick that my mother left me. Bang, the world was destroyed with me. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’m playing games with a bunch of things.
A man can tie up a god, and then play a hammer.
“And then I found the world back when I met you. This time I want to take the initiative and not to let you get hurt again, then I will have to kill my father and then destroy your faithful God, so that these beautiful eyes can see me and keep looking at me. I’m sorry.
He held my hand with a little strength and pulled my mind back.
“But you’re not good. I’m sorry.
“I did a lot of things to find you. I found out that you’re the so-called god, and now everything I’ve done is blasphemy. I’m sorry.
“You should have been humbled in the temple, and now you are bound by me, except in My arms, and none of the holy places has anything to do with you, and you are my possession.” I’m sorry.
He dropped a wet, hot kiss on my ear and his voice was dumb.
“I love you. I’m sorry.
“I love you. I’m sorry.
He said it over and over.
That’s…
Crazy.
But I can’t even reopen.
Death, because it cannot be re-opened, can only be re-opened by death.
In these circumstances, there can be no death at all.
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[You have a message for collection. _Other Organiser
The sound of the system scares my sleep.
I looked at the young people who were sleeping around, opened the interface without moving, and I found the face of a rare, odd, simple painting, ID — the founding God on vacation.
All right, I know who you are. It’s the founding God who dragged me in here for hard labour and slipped himself.
My back teeth are ticklish.
I heard you had some problems. I’ll give you an attribute! If you don’t believe in you after you use it, you’ll disappear and die! _Other Organiser
I’ve developed a link, and I feel like I’m all empty.
The body becomes transparent.
Tell me on the system panel.
Death countdown: 3 days.
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He soon found me different.
The gentle face of the young man with dark hair broke into an inch and turned into a gruesome look, and he held my hand tight: “How can this be? I’m sorry.
“God needs faith for strength. If no one believes, his power will fade away until it disappears. I’m sorry.
And I looked at him as though he was a bit impatient, but I introduced his belonging to him: “Kill all who believe in me, and know that such a thing will happen.” I’m sorry.
“There’s no record of it in the ancients. He dragged me into his arms, and his voice trembled, and “God can’t just disappear, can he? I’m sorry.
“You’ve gone too far. Even if I die, it’s better than being around you. I’m sorry.
I opened my mouth softly, and as my body became more transparent, the chain should fall.
“You don’t know anything about love. If I love you, I’m not going to keep you in Wawami’s cell, but to accompany you wherever you want to go. Love is mutual, you don’t know love, and I don’t love you either. I’m sorry.
“I hate what you do, and I hate the way you show love. I’m sorry.
“Goodbye. I’m sorry.
I was scattered in the wind and he couldn’t see me at all.
But the form of the soul still has to wait a whole year.
I was relieved to hope that these harsh words of my own would serve as a wake-up call for him, so that I would be able to really speak to him in an open and frank manner, and to make sure that he does not destroy the world again.
And the young red pupils still hold the gesture of hugging, and the bouquets on their faces are growing at a crazy rate, spreading to the long necks and collarbones.
Wait…
We opened our eyes, and saw the red blood coming down from his corner, and he had not said a word, so he remained in place.
He whispered, “I just want you to be with me.” I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
I stopped.
“To destroy so many of your world…”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
He’s in love with his nose like he’s smelling the last breath.
The young, handsome, dark-haired, red-eyed man slowly closes his eyes, and the darkness strikes, and at once everything is gone.
[Renewing]
The interface came out suddenly, and the year’s countdown was zero.
Welcome to World of Creation. _Other Organiser
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Let’s get back to the game.
That desperate and sad face, like a knife, carved in my heart.
I have to find him. Ask him what’s going on.
But this time I didn’t find ash in that street, and that little house, in which life is a strange face.
He’s not here.
Impossible…
I had a bad feeling that I was 14 years later than usual in the year since my re-opening.
It was at this point that one of the founding gods sent me a message that he had detected that there was no such thing as ruining the world.
He will take over the world of games, and I will be able to return to my real world.
I looked at the news and I typed him hard to say, “No, no, no. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
He replied so.
“The ash is gone? Do you know where he went? I’m sorry.
He was silent for a moment and asked, “Why do you look for someone who destroys people?” You can go home now. I’m sorry.
I’m staring at the interface, and I’m a little confused.
I can go home. Why do I have to do this? He’s always in his head that he can’t see his face and think of what he says.
Finally, I slowly typed the line: “I must find him. He’s not dead, is he? I’m sorry.
It took him a while to send me the coordinates.
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I didn’t think I’d set foot in the palace again, with blood on my face.
When I went to the deepest part of the palace, I found him bound to my chain and bound to an immutable.
He had only white bones left on his legs, and he was hung there, with his head down deep, dead and dead.
He sensed my presence, raised his head and looked at me with those dark eyes, but he did not call me.
Then he closed his eyes and said: Go. I’m sorry.
“I’ll take you away. “I stood up to the tears and was ready to rescue him.
His lips are dry, and when he talks, there’s blood coming out, “I’ll stay. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
I shivered and asked him.
There were many things in his eyes, but all he said was: “Go!” I’m sorry.
“Yellow crane, I was wrong. I’m sorry.
But I insist on taking him away.
“Who are you?”
The soldiers surrounded.
I was angry: “I see who dares stop me! I’m sorry.
The power of the mountains and the sea turned everyone over, and We waved to break the chains and took him away.
I can’t save his wounds.
Yes, Genesis can’t do anything, especially with this taboo to suck human marrow and swallow the soul.
And I’m a half-wit.
He was lying on the bed, and he was like, “I know you’re not from this world, and you’ve been treating me like a bunch of bad data. But the flamingo, you see, do I look like I’m a man of blood and flesh? You saved me. You saved me. I’m sorry.
He said, “Hand out a hand, hold my hand and put my hand on his chest.”
I can feel his heart beating.
“Listen, is it a living thing? And he asked, “Let go of my hand, and then his five fingers bend into claws, and then he cut his heart out.
And he coughed so hard, and his hands held his heart, and he turned his eyes and he laughed at me: “Look, my heart is here, and it is for you. If you do not love me, I will throw it away, but it is not dirty, and it is not dirty.” I’m sorry.
“I really, love you, Yehoo,” he said, “I’m going to take you home, and this time, I’m not going to look at you again and again, and you’ve come with me to the third and taught me how to love, and I’m happy.” I’m sorry.
He was still smiling, crying in his eyes, reaching out his bloody hand, trying to hold me.
But the next moment, he was scattered.
And the blood of the heart becomes red petals, scattered down.
Like he wanted to give me flowers.
I was standing there, crying all over my face.
The line in the interface tells me that the destruction of the world is gone.
He’s dead.
I slowly opened the communication page and made a decision to send a message to Genesis.
Soon he replied:
“As you wish, it’s a win-win. I’m sorry.
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The fourth game began, and I was years ahead of schedule, and I found the teens in the corner.
And his eyes were brightened, and he dazzled, and he looked at me, and he walked away from me, limping.
When I called his name, he stopped and did not turn around.
I said, “Why don’t you go home with Genesis?” You won’t have to see me this time by ruining my game. I’m sorry.
And the child stood there, and he looked at me, and he blinked and blinked, and in a moment he became a grown man, and he was as red as a rabbit, and he flew and he took me in his arms, and he said, “Yes, yes, yes.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stop crying and holding him tight.
Everything he did, he was telling me.
Please take me with you.
Please let me stay with you.
With a dark and crazy act.
Son of a bitch.
I opened up the transfer skills of the game interface, and this time there was a real world.
“Come on, take you home. I’m sorry.
I said.
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A long time ago, one of the real creators of the game was upset.
Because there is always a man who is not afraid to destroy his world.
Finally, one day, he found this man simply to see through that power someone from another world in the instant of destruction.
Then Genesis came up with a way to assure the man that if he wants to take you home, you can go to her world and stay with her.
Of course, Genesis created a condition that the man had only three chances and, if he did not succeed, could not destroy the world and not see her again.
The man agreed.
The end result was that, although the rules were broken, Genesis was satisfied.
It’s very satisfying.
The world that is not destroyed is also satisfied.
Well, as for that bad-for-nothing player… it should be very satisfying.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
