World Tree

Besemai sneezed violently. He rubbed his nose and looked a little depressed.

The original humans around him were worried. Even though they would not die under the protection of the World Tree, they would still be hurt by being pushed into nothingness.

The red-haired girl with the hottest temper glared at the opponent, like a beast that wanted to bite the opponent to death. She was later called the "Mother of Monsters". She created a large number of powerful monsters and ruled the world for several centuries.

At this moment, those powerful beings in history were as nervous and alert as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

No matter how evil Besemai was, he would never do anything to hurt them. Therefore, this strange "brother" became the biggest threat in their eyes.

The silver-haired young man placed his hands on his knees, his expression calm and indifferent, completely ignoring their gazes.

He had an aura of awe. Evil and holiness blended together. He made people want to get close to him, but also repelled them. All the original humans could feel the enormous power in him. It was a powerful existence that could rival the twelve of them once released, but it was also deeply suppressed by something, like a dormant volcano.

The primitive humans discussed in low voices, fearing that each other would hear them.

"He does look like our brother, but why is he so bad?"

"Logically, a fruit can only split into twelve brothers and sisters. The thirteenth one must have a problem."

"But according to what you said, none of us knows who is the thirteenth person."

"Anyway, I don't agree with him joining us. Even Besmer has never hurt others like this."

The dark-skinned boy muttered, "Just say whatever you want to say, why are you using me as an example?"

Seeing that he was unhappy, the others hurriedly comforted him until Besema smiled again.

After some discussion, they finally made a decision. As siblings born from the same fruit, their feelings are always deeper.

Then, the rest of the people came up to the silver-haired young man and warned him seriously.

"Since we are all brothers and sisters, please don't do such terrible things again. Others will get hurt. In addition, you have to apologize to Besmer."

Looking at their innocent actions, Besemai curled his lips inwardly.

Okay, everyone is such an idiot. But what can he complain about? Normally, no matter what he does, as long as he makes a little commitment, others will forgive him like this. No matter how many times, he never learns his lesson.

After the silver-haired young man nodded, everyone believed him and happily welcomed him into this big family.

Some of them are passionate, some are indifferent, some are shy, and some are gentle. Their different personalities are fully displayed, and the only thing they have in common is kindness.

None of them had any real ill intentions or suspicions, and their emotions were as clear as the water drops that had just fallen from the leaves. Even the sea god was still a blushing boy.

This made Besemai particularly special. He forgave the silver-haired young man with a few words, and then obediently accepted the responsibility of showing him around this small world.

Others patted him on the shoulder with great satisfaction, looking like hard-working parents who were grateful for their children's growth. In their simple ideas, there was not even the concept of revenge.

The dark-skinned boy led the way honestly, looking like he really didn't care about being pushed into the void. "This is where the Ando brothers and sisters rest, and it's also where the sun rises. We rely on the sun to confirm the time every day. And its appearance also brought inspiration to Sevilla, and she is trying to use the power of the sun to create some plants."

"In addition, Saniya is also creating some creatures named monsters. If she succeeds, this world will probably be much more lively."

"But Eudora succeeded before her and created something called the Siren. Although he said that the other party appeared suddenly, it was also the first creation born in the world."

The dark-skinned boy chattered and talked about everything, like a big, enthusiastic dog circling around its master.

The silver-haired young man sighed slightly and finally stopped. Just when Besemai thought that the other party was going to answer him, he suddenly felt dizzy and was pressed to the ground.

The snow-white robe brushed across his cheeks, and the attacker pressed his knees against his chest, lowering his head slightly. His pupils were dim in the shadows, like a cold abyss looking back.

"Don't pretend. I pushed you into the void on purpose. I did it to make others hostile to me."

Ah...that's the feeling.

Unlike the others, this person looked like he really wanted to kill himself.

The dark-skinned boy put away his innocent look. His body was gushing with blood, and he shouted with enthusiasm and obsession. This kind of danger was intoxicating.

"Okay, okay. I can't fool you. I did it on purpose."

"Since you know my identity, why do you want to throw me into the void?"

"Because it's fun! I've always wanted to try to kill someone of the same kind. But Ando and I are from the same origin, so of course I can't kill my dear brothers and sisters. But you are different. As soon as I saw you, I knew you were the same as me. Don't look at me like that, you are not dead. Now I am the one being bullied by you."

Besemai spoke in a shy and timid tone, with a wicked light in his eyes. He twisted his fingers like an embarrassed boy next door.

"If you're still not satisfied, I can be thrown into the void by you until you have fun. I can also tell you a lot of little secrets. We will be together for a long, long time. With you around, it won't be so boring anymore!"

Canaan finally understood how Beselmer's character was cultivated. These newly born primitive humans were completely unaware of the dangers of evil, and the biggest problem they encountered was Beselmer's evil pranks. With their connivance, the original evil god naturally became a "naughty child".

And the bear child... the bear child god's thinking is different from that of normal people. He likes excitement, evil, destruction and death. If the sea god had not sealed him in stone, Besemai would have become a terror that is no less terrifying than the monster lord.

For later gods, chaos and evil were already commonplace, so they had no reaction to Canaan. But it was different for the newly born evil god.

In this pure, beautiful, and small world, Bethel was the original evil. He saw in Canaan the possibility of madness and disorder. This pleased the evil god.

After thinking for a while, the silver-haired young man sat down opposite him and said calmly: "It depends on whether your secret is interesting enough."

Besema sat up straight with a bright smile on his face, and seemed to be enjoying it a little.

"What do you want to know? Even if you don't know, I can still ask you in a persistent way."

He really liked the other's taste. It would be a pity if they were always enemies. The young evil god had already thought of dozens of plans in his mind so that they could taste each other's pain and despair. Even their attitudes became very good. They were destined to be entangled for a long time, so why did they have to fight and kill each other?

Canaan asked, "What is the special meaning of the number twelve?"

"It takes the Mother Tree twelve days to germinate, grow, bloom, and bear fruit, so twelve is a cycle. The world will continue to cycle. If we die one day, twelve new guardians will be born in the future to continue the will of the Mother Tree. This is the fate of the world."

The dark-skinned boy raised his head, his eyes flashing with hellish fire. He laughed in a strange, cold and innocent tone: "The next part is a secret that only I know. You can't be angry anymore after I tell you."

"Unlike my other brothers and sisters, I cannot die."

"Even if you push me into the void countless times, I can still return to the Mother Tree. I will blend into every corner of this world and coexist with all the life that will appear in the future. After a long, long time, I will appear in this world again and become a brand new me."

"......"

Just a few words revealed extremely terrifying information. The silver-haired young man stared at him deeply, and countless clues were pieced together in his mind, and he finally found the most critical clue. He pursed his light-colored lips. Seeing the young man's solemn expression, Besemai suddenly became in a very good mood.

He can't be the only one who suffers, right? If he is hurt, the other party must pay something in order for him to be happy.

Canaan only needed to look at the other person's expression to know what he was thinking. The young evil god was really easy to guess. He thought for a moment and suddenly spoke.

"I know what you want. The world is going to be a sea of ​​fire in the future."

"Humans betray, kill, and doubt each other. They work together, but they also question each other. The world will become hell. That's when you can really enjoy yourself."

As he spoke, Besemai's eyes became brighter and brighter. He seemed to see a wonderful picture, the whole world was burning in a sea of ​​fire, stained by sin. This was an unimaginable scene for the newly born primitive humans, and it was so exciting that it made his scalp tingle.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Canaan did not give a direct answer, but said: "One question, three requests."

Besemai's expression suddenly fell, and he sighed deeply. He compromised, "You are really hard to satisfy, but who makes me like you? Tell me."

"First, I need you to carve my name on the leaves of the World Tree. Second, I need you to give me your blessing."

"You want to carve your name on the leaves of the Mother Tree?"

Besemai showed a strange expression, thought for a moment and agreed: "No problem, I'll do it in a moment. As for blessing... I've never done this before, how can I give it to you?"

"Whatever. A mark, a scar, a word or a recognition. Leave your power in me, and everyone who sees me will see you."

"Anyone who sees me sees you..." Besemai repeated his words and smiled happily. "I like this sentence, leave it to me!"

Having said this, he grabbed the young man's right hand and bit off his little finger with a brilliant smile.

The dark-skinned boy's eyes flashed with doubt. He didn't feel any bone. The flesh in his mouth kept squirming, like a living thing drilling into his stomach. After he opened his mouth, the bitten little finger began to grow rapidly, and returned to its original shape in an instant. Only a circle of scarlet marks remained at the root, as if there was blood that had not been wiped off.

"You are indeed strange. When the sun sets, I will carve your name on the leaves of the mother tree. What is your last request?"

Besemai muttered to himself for a while, and finally gave up on studying this matter. He wanted to continue the topic he was talking about. The silver-haired young man stared at him: "In your eyes, what does this world look like?"

Bei Semai was stunned for a moment, his eyes were ambiguous: "You are really smart."

"In my eyes, the Mother Tree is a giant tree of flesh and bones, with branches like countless twisted arms reaching toward the sky. Its fruit is the embryo of blasphemy, and its existence is to release terror and madness to the world. And I, you, and even all my brothers and sisters are its offspring."

“We’re in it and we’ve never seen the truth.”

A deafening roar suddenly arose, interrupting the conversation between the two. Countless roots stretched out in all directions, and dark brown soil grew between the lush roots. The trunk of the giant tree rose again, and the lush branches were countless, like a palm holding up the vast sky.

The new world is developing.

He is everything and He is One. He is the Mother, the Lord, the Origin and End of everything.

The young evil god's voice rose and fell, like a ballad.

“Behold, this is the birth of the world.”

"We are born from the flesh and blood of the Mother Tree, carrying out Her will, and wherever we go, we are Her messengers."