In fact, this long table was set up like a buffet, but most people behaved well.

Even those who drove magnificent carriages, whose bodies shone with gold, and who were so strong that they were almost giants, followed the default rule of taking more and taking less.

At this time, there was only a gray-haired young man sitting at the dining table and acting crazy.

It seemed as if I could see directly into his stomach through his open mouth. He wished he could crawl onto the dining table and swallow everything.

Just when El thought he was about to sink into such a beautiful dream, a strong and powerful hand grabbed his robe at the back of his neck and lifted him up easily.

"Hey, little guy, don't you understand that you should take more often and take less?"

The man was much taller than an average adult human, and El was like a large rag doll in his hands.

He hurriedly dropped the food and wine in his hands and turned to look at the man with curly beard, who was muscular and almost perfect.

Looking at the opponent's arms that were as thick as tree trunks, El slid to his knees at the speed of light:

"I'm sorry. I was wrong."

The man held him up and looked around thoughtfully. After a moment, he said to himself:

"Others don't seem to be able to see you, what's going on?"

"I don't know either."

El spoke the truth matter-of-factly.

"All right."

The man put El back on the ground and leaned over and said:

"I have no intention of punishing you, because this is the paradise on the top of the mountain, where all the beautiful things in the world are.

"Although I don't know where you come from, the kingdom of heaven welcomes everyone who can reach here through their own courage."

El nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"So, can you give me my gold button back?"

The man's voice rang in El's ears again, and El felt his body stiffen, as if he had lost the ability to move.

In fact, when El just got the thing, he felt a little regretful. He thought he was suffering from occupational disease at that time. Otherwise, how could he be so crazy as to steal the pure gold decorative buckle from such a strong man?

Or on the premise that you are picked up.

He can beat ten, no, a hundred of himself!

After returning the thing to the burly man angrily, El was left where he was.

And the man did as he said. He did not punish him for his mistake. He just took an apple and left the table.

In fact, El didn't know why he was here. Whenever he thought about what happened before, he felt a dull pain in his head.

After several painful failed attempts, he simply gave up struggling. Since he was already here, he began to indulge in the food without a doubt.

But the deliciousness of food is always positively correlated with the degree of hunger. After having no worries about food and drink, El soon became bored with such a life.

He is a human being who needs social relationships to sustain himself. The long-term lack of communication has made El almost crazy in silence.

Although he rarely communicated with others when he was in the outer city, it was completely different from the current situation.

He leaned on the shoulders of giants to see the scenery, sat in a shining carriage and pretended to be admired by everyone, and stroked the beard of the king of gods at a solemn banquet...

Finally, he found the tall and mighty figure again.

"I mean, I'm bored to death, seriously."

El said bravely, but he was already fearless at this point.

In the face of extreme loneliness, all other horrors seemed to lose their color, not to mention that the tall man didn't do anything to him last time.

When the sturdy man saw him, a different kind of expectation also appeared in his eyes.

As if he had become a different person, the righteous and strong man brought El to a hidden shadow, leaned down and asked the young man who only he could see:

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time.

"How did you steal my decorative buckle last time? Can you demonstrate it again?"

"ah?"

"I mean, I want to learn that move, can you teach me?"

"Are you talking about this?"

El took out two stones of similar size and flexibly exchanged their positions between his fingers, while using his other hand to simulate pockets of various shapes, looking like a master of his craft.

El, who was extremely lacking in communication, was almost driven crazy by the silent world. He readily agreed to the other party's request, and the two taught each other. After a few days of practice, the burly man successfully became a master.

A day later, he brought a ball of fennel with sparks on it to El, and asked him, a little guy who no one could see, to give the ball to the raw meat and blood-drinking humans living at the foot of the mountain.

El agreed to his request.

The next time he saw the strong man was on a steep rock wall. The bloodthirsty eagle pecked at the man's liver day after day, and every night the liver would miraculously grow back.

El was not surprised by this, as he suddenly remembered that someone had once proudly told him this little-known fact: the liver has a strong regenerative ability, and used it to show off that his liver could be sold twice!

Who was that person? El's memory was already fuzzy.

But he wanted to save the man in front of him who sacrificed himself to help humanity.

"It's you, little one."

The man fixed to the cliff with iron chains and long nails looked at El who climbed up carefully, and tried to persuade him to leave this dangerous place in a weak voice.

El tried everything, but could do no harm to the divine prisoners.

"Give up. You are not destined to be the one who can break these shackles."

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