Chapter 50: Uncomfortable, working overtime on the first day of the month*…
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The darkness swallowed me.
The fountain of eternal life is flowing and floating beside me.
It is said that the fountain of eternal life comes from the gift left over from the creation of the world. The unconsumed energy gathers into rain falling from the sky and then accumulates on the earth.
It is the clearest treasure in the world. Anyone who bathes in the spring water can live forever and never fear birth or aging.
And when it was stained with blood, it became the coldest curse in the world.
I reached out to the bones of my mother, who had borne me. This bond of flesh and blood woven itself into my black robe, covering the devoured bones, giving me flesh again.
I reached out to my father's head. He did not betray me in the end. This sacrifice turned into a pitch-black sickle. It was enough to cut through all the contracts and lies in the world and end all life.
Finally, I picked up my cat and removed its eyes.
Those black eyes became a mirror that never let in light. Through the dark mirror, everything can see its true self.
I was reborn from the spring.
I am no longer me, I have become God.
I looked around and was met with faces filled with fear.
The village chief's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but that no longer made any sense to me.
I could see countless silk threads in the air, densely packed and occupying all the places within my sight. Many of them hung down from the air, wrapped around them, weaving an airtight cocoon.
Life is a thread, and its intersections form its trajectory.
And among the undead, there are so many such threads that the entire world has almost become a mess.
I swung the sickle gently, and the blade cut the threads. People who should have died long ago, people who longed for eternal life, all fell to the ground.
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It was a very long road, and I walked for a very long time before I finally harvested all the lives. In the end, only young children were left on this land.
Compared to their parents, they have not experienced much, so they are more immature and more frightened.
Because of the death they had never seen before, these people took various actions.
They praise me as a god and fear my punishment.
They reproduced over a long period of time, and then passed on the story. They built black pyramids as a tribute to the dead.
At first, I didn't care about these things. After all, as long as someone died, it would belong to my domain. In that case, why should I bother to manage it?
I don't know if it's because of this reason that more and more people find me mysterious and unpredictable, and they admire me more and more. They use adjectives like powerful, mysterious, noble, etc. to describe me.
I have to say that people are amazing at self-imagination at any time. In just a hundred years, they can blow me up to the sky. When I returned to the human world, I saw that my temple had been built.
In fact, I know that I am only here to represent death. I know that death is not an end, it is just a state of life. It is not as evil as they think, nor as beautiful as they praise, but what does it matter?
Humans need something to rely on. They believe in their own imaginary gods more than they do in me.
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Spring comes and autumn goes, time flies.
People thrived and multiplied on this land, and my faith was eventually established.
They learned to farm, forged iron tools, and fought against powerful monsters. Except for no longer being immortal and having an additional belief, everything seemed the same.
Time is a cycle. After an unknown amount of time, famine once again struck this land.
This time, they no longer had an endless supply of meat, but the stuff was still going on, never stopping.
The only difference is that this time the person being eaten will no longer fall on the roadside begging for alms, but will truly turn into a skeleton.
The cat poked its head out of the mirror. It could move freely now and was no longer afraid of being caught. But it still liked lying on my shoulder the most.
Okay, it's a little unsophisticated when it comes to collecting souls, but who could blame a purring cat?
"I don't like them like this, can't we find a cleaner place?"
It opened its mouth in a soft and light voice, like a meow.
"If you don't like it, we'll go somewhere else."
I cut the silk thread in front of me and raised my hand to touch its head soothingly. The cat nodded happily and reservedly and jumped onto my head.
It treated me as its unique throne, as if it were a king. Its little head turned around, and I let it look around and walked away into the wilderness alone.
Until the cat suddenly said, "There is someone there."
I looked in the direction it said, and saw a flash of gold across the wasteland.
The wind blew in my face, carrying a strong smell of death.
It's like a flower blooming quietly in the night, fragrant and dim.
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The person who was found was still a child.
His age couldn't be seen, he was skin and bones from hunger. The most eye-catching thing was his hair that was stained with mud, with a little dry gold showing at the end, which was very conspicuous in this world where black was respected.
The cat and I stood nearby, watching a few children laughing and throwing stones at him. Children's evil is the most innocent and profound. The slightest difference can become a reason for abuse and beating. They beat and scolded each other recklessly, just like bullying a dog.
"Bastard! Ominous bastard!"
"Your blond hair is disgusting!"
"Why would you rather die?"
Vicious words came one after another, and stones hit the blond child. He was like a bow stretched to the extreme, and would break with a little more stimulation.
The bullied person staggered and tried to crawl out, but he fell directly to the ground, revealing his legs under the rags.
The left leg below the knee was covered in blood and flesh, and it was unknown whether it had been bitten by some wild beast, leaving the white bones exposed.
This embarrassing scene made the onlookers laugh even more happily. The broken bones rubbed against the ground, and his face turned even paler, but he still insisted on crawling away, fearing that those people would kick him.
The latter were unwilling to let him go. They chased him for several steps until they ran past me.
Humans could not sense the existence of gods, but they shuddered involuntarily and subconsciously moved away from here. They looked at the blond child struggling on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and ran away grumbling.
After those people left, the blond child curled up on the ground. His hoarse wailing was very soft, full of fear and despair. Finally, he lost his breath little by little, as if he had completely fainted.
I waited for a while, and seeing that he was still alive, I walked past him. As I was passing by, a hand suddenly grabbed my trouser leg.
I lowered my head and met a pair of eyes burning with fire.
The blond child raised his head and looked at me with desperate and stubborn eyes. Only a trapped animal with nowhere to go would have such an expression.
Want to survive!
Please save me!
He didn't have to make a sound, the cries for help were deafening.
"He smells like divine blood."
The cat came close to my ear and whispered, as if afraid the child might hear.
"I know."
After a brief silence, I bent down and picked him up. The child was very light, abnormally light. I brushed my palm over the broken calf and injected divine power to help him heal. The moment I picked him up, the blond child froze.
This made me even more confused. Did I hurt him? Otherwise, why did he look like a dying cub that would faint in the next second?
How strange.
It was clearly him begging me to save him. Even if I hit him or scolded him, it didn't seem as scary as this hug.
Or is it because I haven't been a human for too long, so I can't understand the emotions of modern humans?
I ignored his reaction and patiently repaired the broken leg bit by bit. During this process, the blond child remained trembling in my arms, as stiff as a stone.
After I tended to his wounds, I realized why he was so motionless.
He was afraid of dirtying my clothes, so I threw him down and beat him.
The cat laughed at me: "Look how scared you are."
I really didn't know it had such a noisy personality. In the past, this lady always kept herself in order and even meowed rarely.
I pursed my lips and asked him, "What's your name?"
The child uttered a hoarse voice: "Samuel..."
Samuel, Samuel, means one to whom God listens.
Maybe that sounds good, right?
But it has another meaning.
——[Poisonous Shining Messenger].
Your golden hair shines like the sun, your eyes are as blue as the sky, everything about you is disgusting, you are poisonous and you should atone for your sins to the gods, this is the name his parents gave him.
Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Samuel glanced at me cautiously, his face covered with scars and dirt.
I ran my thumb across the narrow scar on his cheek, and the bleeding wound healed.
"I understand, Samuel, will you follow me?"
The blond kid froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. I asked him patiently, and he finally responded, nodding so loudly that it felt like his neck would break.
"Don't think of me as your savior. I am neither your benefactor nor your enemy. But I have to admit that I am the one who caused all your misfortunes."
Samuel was stunned for a moment and shook his head hurriedly, as if he was explaining something.
I said calmly, "Do you know who I am? The reason why this world respects black people is because they believe in me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be discriminated against because of your blonde hair. This won't disappear just because I saved you, because your misfortune was caused by me."
Even if we use fancy words to embellish it, even if we use various things to cover it up, we cannot destroy the facts. Human beings are always in a cycle.
Some people worship the god of death, value darkness, and are hostile to those who do not belong to death.
And after I disappear, they will submit to new gods.
When people stop discriminating against blondes, they will discriminate against red hair. When they stop discriminating against red hair, they will discriminate against silver hair. After they stop discriminating against silver hair, there will be black hair, white hair, and green hair.
As long as there are people on this earth, there will be disagreements. As long as people are alive, everyone's opinions will not be the same.
But Samuel has one advantage over others: he is born to stand above them. Even in this state of disgrace, I can still see him.
I don't want to be his savior, nor do I want to be his enemy. I just wanted to find a knife on a whim, and I happened to choose him who was struggling in the wilderness.
"You have two choices."
I looked into his eyes and heard my own voice sound calmly, without joy or sorrow.
"The first is to leave with me and become my tool. The second is to stay here and let me witness your death."
He didn't say anything, but just held my clothes tightly, almost to the point where my knuckles cracked.
I touched his head and said, "Then come with me."
The words of God can control people's hearts, and no one can resist this temptation. I stared into his eyes, which were really a pair of very beautiful blue eyes.
I placed my palms on his face, and the scars disappeared. New strength was injected into this body, and from then on he became my believer walking in the world.
I whispered, "I will grant you the power to kill all beings who blaspheme God. No matter if they are gods or humans."
"Death will follow you everywhere, but you will never fear it again. For I hold your soul in my hands."
The blond child looked at me with wide eyes. He seemed to be listening to the loudest music in the world, his lips trembling as he tried desperately to say something.
But in the end, Samuel said nothing, but with red eyes, he lowered his head and rubbed my hand like a puppy.
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