Chapter 78
“Wow…Daddy…Daddy…”
Jiaojiao, who had lost her father, was both scared and anxious. She immediately stood up by supporting herself on the ground, holding the backpack and running back while crying.
He was a small, soft ball, and normally when he ran he felt like he was going to fall at any moment. Now he was staggering even more, and after just two steps he tripped over his left foot and fell forward.
Just as she was about to fall, a pair of slender and strong hands suddenly appeared and caught Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao raised her head blankly while crying and looked at her father who caught her. She blinked as if she had not yet come to her senses. Tears fell down her face and her little chest twitched because of crying.
Facing the little guy's red and swollen eyes, Hesnemen sighed softly. He straightened Jiaojiao up, squatted down, and gently wiped the tears from his face with his fingertips. His gentle voice was filled with a hint of heartache: "Why are you crying like this?"
When Jiaojiao heard her father's voice, she came to her senses and threw herself into her father's arms. Her little hands tightly grasped her father's clothes. Big tears overflowed from her eyes and seeped into Hesniemen's clothes, wetting a large area in a blink of an eye.
Feeling the dampness and heat in his chest, Hesnemen's heart subconsciously skipped a beat. A not-so-obvious pain rose from his chest and radiated densely to his limbs.
He was a little bit at a loss, patting the small body in his arms, and his gentle voice was filled with obvious heartache as he kept coaxing: "Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy is here, don't cry, is it hurting?"
"No, it doesn't hurt." Jiaojiao's muffled voice came from his arms. Her little hands clutched his clothes tightly, and her intermittent sobs were filled with obvious fear and sadness: "Wuwu... Jiaojiao... Jiaojiao lost daddy... Jiaojiao is not obedient... Wuwu Jiaojiao is... is a bad child... Daddy doesn't want Jiaojiao anymore..."
Hesniemen frowned, and gently placed his big hand on Jiaojiao's back, which was trembling slightly with fear. Unconsciously, his heart was in a knot: "No, Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao didn't lose daddy. Daddy went out to do something and forgot to tell Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao is a good child. It's Daddy's fault."
Jiaojiao didn't say anything, but buried her head and lay tightly in her father's arms. Her big tears soaked Hesnemen's clothes, and her little whimpers were like those of a newborn kitten. Hesnemen's heart tightened with pain. While he kept coaxing her, he couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with the culprit, Hesdez.
Because of the emotions of the two gods, the world changed. The sea was churning, the sky and the earth were shaking, and the wind was howling.
Seeing this, Hesdzer, who was in another space, blinked innocently and turned away timidly.
After crying silently in her father's arms for a long time, Jiaojiao, who had recovered a little, raised her head. Her fair and tender little face was so pink from crying that it looked like the skin would break if touched lightly.
Those eyes filled with moisture looked at her father eagerly. Jiaojiao, who had stopped crying but was still sniffling, sniffled and spoke in a sobbing voice, a little stuttering and seriously discussing with her father: "Dad, no, I can't give up Jiaojiao."
"Well, I won't abandon Jiaojiao." Hesnemen agreed gently, patting his little chest to comfort him, and wiping the moisture from the corners of Jiaojiao's eyes with his fingertips.
Jiaojiao's little hands tightly grasped Daddy's clothes, as if she was afraid that Daddy would disappear if she let go: "Then Daddy can't disappear suddenly."
"good."
"Then daddy will love Jiaojiao the most." Jiaojiao, who was still a little uneasy, looked up at her father and said.
Meeting the little guy's extremely serious gaze, Hesnemen was a little speechless, and a faint smile appeared in his golden eyes: "Well, I like Jiaojiao the most."
After getting her father's promise, Jiaojiao curved her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and rubbed her wet face against her father, saying softly, "Jiaojiao also loves daddy the most."
Hesnemen lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, rubbing his chin on Jiaojiao's fluffy hair.
Jiaojiao, who had been coaxed into a good mood, suddenly remembered something and quickly turned around, grabbing her father's robe and walking towards the Zela brothers. As she walked, she asked, "Dad, Sister Arela, Uncle Erwens, are they going to die?"
Jiaojiao, who already understood more or less what death meant, said this. Tears welled up in her eyes, which had stopped crying. Her little mouth was pouting in grievance, and she looked extremely pitiful: "Jiaojiao doesn't want them to die."
Hearing this, Hesniemen squatted down and rubbed Jiaojiao's head: "Daddy will find you a new group of playmates, okay?"
Jiaojiao looked up at her father and said, "No."
Hesniemen: "They are not good, let's find a better group to play with Jiaojiao."
"They're fine." As if afraid her father wouldn't believe her, Jiaojiao ran back to where she was before and took out the wind chime she had been holding from her backpack to show her father: "Uncle Erwens gave it to Jiaojiao. It looks beautiful."
As she spoke, Jiaojiao lowered her head and took out a smaller, more exquisite and gorgeous wind chime from her pocket in front of her belly and handed it to her father: "This is for Daddy, one for Jiaojiao and one for Dad."
Perhaps influenced by Arela and Zera, the orcs in the deserted city gradually began to prepare identical gifts for the great gods when giving them to the little gods.
Hesnemen looked at the wind chime made of purple jade in his hand, picked it up and shook it. As the jade pieces collided with each other, a pleasant tinkling sound came out.
There was no light between the sky and earth shrouded in black fog. Everything seemed like the land of eternal night that had imprisoned Him for thousands of years. The only difference was that the ground was filled with numerous orcs and people of various races, who looked like dying trees.
The voices that Jiaojiao could hear could also be heard by Hesnemen. Those slow, slightly clumsy, yet sincere prayers for the good of the little gods, combined with the sound of wind chimes, broke the silence of this place of eternal night.
Hesnemen is a soft yet paranoid god, and many familiar world consciousnesses have commented on Hesnemen in this way.
His softness lies in wanting His creation to be perfect, happy and beautiful, positive, without any negativity or darkness.
And His paranoia comes precisely from this, He cannot tolerate even the slightest negativity or darkness in His creation.
In the twin consciousnesses, although Hesdezer appears to be the dominant one, due to Hesdezer's overly simple and protective nature, the one who actually dominates is Hesnemen, who appears to be more gentle but is paranoid and harsh.
It is often the case that Hesnemen feels that there is a flaw in creation, and Hesdezer, who is able to do whatever he wants, will simply and brutally destroy the world and rebuild it.
This has led to this rare world where twin consciousnesses were born, remaining in its original state from the very beginning until now, and even beginning to show signs of degeneration.
World consciousness is not completely immortal. From the moment they are born, they know that their survival is closely related to the vitality of their own world.
The better their own world develops and the more vibrant it is, the longer they will exist and the stronger their abilities will be.
On the contrary, destroying and rebuilding again and again is equivalent to consuming the energy of the world itself again and again. When it is exhausted, they will disappear from the long river of the universe.
An older world consciousness had once advised Hesnemen not to be too obsessed with the perfection of creation. The definition of so-called perfection is inherently elusive. All things have many facets, and wisdom itself will give rise to countless complexities.
We cannot be intolerant of darkness and negativity just because we have seen so much light and beauty.
Unless you want to create a world without intelligence, where everything is mechanically carried out according to fixed rules, so-called perfection is impossible. This is the conclusion reached by countless world consciousnesses after personal experience.
When facing creation and certain things, even the world consciousness and gods will be at a loss sometimes.
Instead of being paranoid until the moment of extinction, it is better to try to accept the fact that you are unable to create a perfect creation.
Since you cannot change the established facts, just change your thoughts a little. Perhaps at some point, those so-called flawed and imperfect creations will give you an unimaginable surprise.
As the one being persuaded, Hesnemen did not agree with their ideas, otherwise he would not be labeled as a paranoid by other world consciousnesses.
He still stubbornly pursues perfection, still believes that perfect creations exist, and that all darkness, negativity, sorrow and suffering should not exist.
He will create a satisfying and perfect world!
The gentle yet proud god became more and more paranoid with each attempt.
On the land shrouded in black fog, Jiaojiao, squatting beside brother Zera, holding his father's robe, tried to save brother Zera using the method his father taught him to make Tongtong fly away.
After trying several times, Brother Zella on the ground still showed no change. Jiaojiao blinked in confusion, then stretched out her chubby little hand and grasped Zella's old, rough fingers. She said naively and ignorantly, "Brother Zella, you promised Jiaojiao that you wouldn't die."
For the young cubs, what the adults promised is an established fact in their eyes.
They naively thought that the adults would definitely do what they promised, so Jiaojiao sat obediently beside brother Zella, waiting for brother Zella to come back to life.
Hearing Jiaojiao's soft words, Hesnemen came back to his senses from his thoughts. When he raised his eyes, Jiaojiao's ignorant and serious look came into his sight.
The tinkling sound of the wind chimes gradually stopped, the voices of the creatures on the ground that looked like old dead trees were almost silenced, Guslaren, who was struggling to protect his people on the sea, stopped breathing, and the densely packed and shocking stone tablets in the deserted city that were filled with resentment began to crack.
Everything is about to disappear, and everything is about to start again!
As vitality on the continent faded once again, Hesnemen, who vaguely felt that he was degenerating, suddenly remembered the promise he had made to the little guy that he would not abandon him and would not disappear suddenly.
His golden eyes flickered, and his gaze fell on the small fleshy hands that were tightly clutching his robe. After a pause, he looked up along the small fleshy hands and met Jiaojiao's dependent and admiring eyes.
Jiaojiao met her father's gaze and gave him a soft smile.
The redness at the corners of her eyes from crying had not yet faded, and she looked so cute and pitiful when she tilted her head back and smiled softly.
I remembered the little guy crying because he didn't see me, and I remembered how the little guy would be grieving because of his disappearance at some point in the future...
In that moment, in that instant, a crack appeared in Hesnemen's obsession and determination for perfection.
Faintly, a soft yet heavy responsibility fell on His shoulders.
After a long silence, Hesnemen suddenly reached out and poked Jiaojiao's cheek, which had become chubby recently.
After being poked on the cheek, Jiaojiao habitually tilted her head and placed her face on her father's open palm. Her dark and bright eyes, looking up at him, were full of dependence and love.
The golden god who was being watched hesitated and slowly leaned down, put his face close to Jiaojiao's face, and rubbed it gently.
The swaying golden hair fell down and covered His face. A soft touch came from the place where they touched, reaching the bottom of his heart and dispelling the last trace of hesitation. Hesnemen sighed and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew between heaven and earth, causing the wind chimes in his hand, which had stopped shaking, to shake again, and the tinkling sound was heard again.
Hesnemen still believed that perfection existed, but he questioned the methods he used.
He may not need to choose to consume himself again and again in pursuit of the perfection he wants. He may allow these creations to still exist, keep the world alive while continuing to create perfect creations.
Hesnemen turned his head and his indifferent gaze fell on the creatures on the ground.
Although these creations have flaws, there was indeed a moment when they showed a shining point that was enough to catch His attention. Thinking about it this way, it didn't seem so intolerable.
Besides, the little guy likes these creations very much.
And He also didn't want to break His promise to the little guy and say goodbye to him forever at some point in the future because of these creations.
Given how much the little one cared about and loved him, his disappearance would surely cause the little one to cry for a long time, and it might even be difficult to comfort him without him.
Hesnemen, who was very sure of this, rubbed Jiaojiao's furry head and said gently, "If you don't want to change it, then don't change it!"
The moment the golden spirit finished speaking, the long and resonant cry of an eagle was heard in the sky, and sunlight penetrated the thick black fog.
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