Chapter 105 Happy New Year! * I have already...

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It has been a long time since I last visited Kajol's kingdom of God.

As the power of God weakened, I stayed in my own kingdom of God for a long time. Of course, this is the surface statement. The real statement is that my role as an NPC has not yet come, so I can only eat the cold seat in the kingdom of God.

Of course, I personally enjoy it. Apart from being bored, this paid vacation without having to go to work couldn't be better.

Therefore, I never thought about leaving the Kingdom of God to go out for a walk. Theoretically, as long as the players don't find out, I can do it, but I happen to be a otaku.

The black stone pillars supporting the hall were tall and smooth, with golden divine power weaving through them like a spider web. The entire temple was magnificent and majestic, and figures could be vaguely seen moving in the shadows. They were shadow creatures that believed in Kadjo and were patrolling. A huge virtual whale was swaying in the sky. There was a faint dark flame jumping in its pupils, illuminating the entire kingdom of God.

Kazhuo walked in front of me, on a long road paved with black crystals. From time to time, strange and ferocious fangs and huge mouths flashed by on both sides of the road, and hideous whispers lingered in my ears. All the dreams that came out of the darkness bowed their heads in front of him, offering their worship to the gods.

"It's funny, you don't look scared at all."

Kazhuo waved away the shadow creature, and I smiled without answering his question.

We climbed the stairs and entered the majestic palace. Kajol spoke, his voice sounded like silk, but much cooler than silk.

"Come in."

What came into view were countless shining treasures, which would fascinate any player or NPC. Kazhuo reached out and casually pulled off a piece of the bead curtain and threw it on the ground. The priceless magic pearls rolled all over the ground, reflecting the bright brilliance.

"Don't you like it? What do you want? Treasure, magic stone, or the gift of divine power?" Kazhu guessed with great interest, as if he was playing some interesting game. He dragged out his voice, which was somewhat meaningful. "Or do you only like this mirror?"

The delicate mirror rolled in his hand, the mirror surface was deep and calm, with occasional golden threads flowing like fish tails. I could feel his prying eyes, but I pretended not to see them and continued to walk inside.

"How do you want me to accompany you?"

"How about chatting or playing a game?" Kazhuo laughed: "You know what? You give me a familiar feeling, like someone I know. However, he is busy with other things now and has no time to take care of this place."

"Are you familiar with him?"

"Familiar? Maybe. We are the most familiar strangers. I know a lot about him, but he doesn't care about me. To him, I am the same as anyone else."

"...Is this a bad thing?"

"This is terrible. When you encounter it one day... you will know what powerlessness is."

Kazhuo sneered, his eyes were dazed for a moment, as if he was lost in a long memory. After a while, he woke up as if from a dream: "Forget it, why am I telling you this. A kid who hasn't even grown all his hair after taking off his pants doesn't need to understand this kind of thing."

My hair hasn’t even grown out yet. I. Little ghost: “…”

I really wanted to punch him, and then tell him my identity, and see his expression of wanting to crawl into the ground. But considering Xia Ping'an, I held back.

Kajol's desire to chat disappeared because of this little episode. He put away the mirror and said, "You can play here by yourself. I will be back soon."

It looked like he was going to take the mirror away. As soon as Kajo left, I stood up and followed him to the back.

"Remire, help me block Kazhuo's perception."

"It's okay, he won't find you."

Almost invisible streams of blue data flickered, forming a barrier around me as I followed Kajol to his chambers.

After making sure that I could not sense Kazhu's presence, I quietly sneaked into the bedroom.

Remiel’s voice rang in my ears: “Are you just going in like this?”

"Don't worry, I've been to this place many times. Kazhuo likes to hide his treasures in his bedroom. He's a hamster, and it takes him some time just to put things away."

"You seem to know him well."

"After all, we have been together for quite some time. He used to like collecting precious souls, and I had to come and get them in person every time. I got used to it after a while."

I pushed open the door. Kajol's bedroom was very gorgeous. Scarlet carpets covered the entire hall, and dim light shone through the windows into every corner. The mural opposite the luxurious bed was particularly eye-catching.

This mural took up an entire wall, and the painting was so fine that it looked like a recording of a real scene. I recognized this as a very rare magic. It selected a scene from the caster's memory and preserved it forever, condensing it into a substantial portrait.

The clearer the memory, the clearer the picture. It has no other use and consumes a lot of energy, so few people use it. The picture depicts a garden under the moonlight, with bright red red spider lilies blooming like burning flames, and in the quiet moonlight. The person in the picture is sitting at the tea table, holding a teacup and thinking. The drooping black hair slides down the shoulders, reflecting the bright moonlight.

That was me, or to be more precise, me a long time ago.

Remiel could obviously see the mural, too: "Does he hang your portrait over his bed every day?"

"I haven't seen this painting before when I came here. It's been normal every time I came here. But, I haven't been here for a long time."

I reached out and touched the painting, and Kajol's memories came rushing in like a tide, almost drowning my perception.

I suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case.

That was a long, long time ago.

Kajol and I met because we were both gods that everyone wanted to fight against. So we clung to each other for warmth. Usually, we were both active on the front line as villains. But occasionally we would have some free time and sit down to chat.

We both preferred the night to the afternoon garden. In the garden at night, we would sit together and drink tea and chat. Usually, Kajol would talk and I would listen. Even the shadow servants were far away, and there were only the two of us in the silent garden. Time was a solidified amber, insignificant in front of the two immortal gods.

The coolness of the tea and the sweetness of the snacks are all melted in my memory.

The god born in the darkness stared at the person beside him, holding the almost cold tea in his hand. The black-haired god of death asked him, "Would you like another cup?" The two looked at each other, Kazhuo blinked and said yes softly. He snapped his fingers, a fire lit on the table, and began to warm the tea and water.

We were all still very young at that time. I didn't know much about the ways of the world. Kadjo had just been infected by human thoughts and had fallen from being the god of the night to being what people called an evil god. He seemed to be very cold to everyone and was a cold and arrogant god in the eyes of his followers. Few people knew that he was just not good at speaking. This was completely different from his later outrageous behavior. In the casual conversations with each other, his bad reputation was no longer important.

The wind blew softly in the courtyard, and Kajo drank tea slowly. Her palms were warmed by the cup: "I don't like to get along with believers, although I am happy that they like me."

"No god can survive without believers. Perhaps you just haven't found the right way to get along with them yet."

"Even if they changed me?" Kazhuo stared at her hands. "I sometimes feel strange, and the thoughts belonging to humans entangle me. Whether I am awake or asleep, I can always hear their prayers. Is it the same for you?"

"...often. As a god, you naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities. Gods appeared because of humans, so they are naturally bound by them. But I don't think this is a bad thing. While carrying the responsibility, you will also gain a lot. I never thought that one day I would sit down with people and drink tea. One day, you will understand."

I turned the teacup and chatted with him about all sorts of things. We talked about the fountain of eternal life that disappeared in history, how people went to self-destruction. We talked about the secrets hidden behind the gods, and sometimes we talked about the noble or despicable people we saw during the day. When we were in a good mood, we would evaluate the quality of a tea together, and spend a whole night accompanying a flower to bloom and wither. Kazhuo clumsily led the topic, and I responded softly. Or after a whole day of war, we had a short leisure time, isolated from all the noise of the outside world, without having to pay attention to what others said, just the two of us sitting together and talking in a low voice. The moonlight sprinkled on each other's eyelashes, reflecting the bright and soft silver foil. In this small courtyard, everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

——That was an encounter thousands of years ago.

The newly born god opened his eyes, and the sky suddenly changed and the morning light dimmed. A bright red flashed before his eyes, like a meteor sliding across the sky, and fell straight into the blood river covering the mountains and plains.

The god of death turned his eyes and looked at the person indifferently. The sickle in his hand dripped a line of bright red, burning like a flame in the black world. What was waiting for the new god was not death, but a wisp of dark mist. The man returned all the authority that had been occupied to him, allowing the new god to be truly born. Then, a long time passed, and the figure that he could only watch sat at the table, drinking tea quietly with him.

The wind, the moon, and the snow fell lightly all over the courtyard at this time. Kazhuo's mouth was dry, and he drank cup after cup of tea.

His voice almost melted into the wind, and his heartbeat was like a drum. Thoughts came into my mind, and thousands of words converged into one sentence.

【Time, please stay at this moment forever. 】

So this memory was extracted separately and remained here forever.

I took a step back and looked at the painting with a complicated expression. Looking around, I realized that there were many similar things.

On the table stood a teacup with a black background and silver patterns. Many years ago, I praised this set of cups for being beautiful when drinking tea. On the bookshelf stood a few familiar books, which were poetry collections I had read before. This bedroom is full of traces of memory. Walking in it feels like being in a maze. It's like two wisps of wind that accidentally collided, but pulled out fine and long silk threads. Everything reminds me of the past. When Kajo borrowed something from me, there would always be some more traces when he returned it. Either notes or engravings. Sometimes he didn't return it, and I don't remember it clearly. Now that I think about it, they all left it here.

The Book of the World felt hot against my chest. I took it out and opened it, and sure enough, there was Kazoo's page.

[Lord of Darkness Kazhuo has a crush on you]

[Since the first time we met a thousand years ago, he has liked your eyes]