Myriad Worlds Begin with Douluo

Chapter 557

Seko looked at the envoy of God seriously, and said slowly, "Maybe it's because of my selfishness."

Monroe laughed, and the few remaining bouquets of yellow and white sunflower petals on his head swayed, with a somewhat funny taste in it.

"Haha, I thought you would say: 'This is fate too'."

"But I have to say, you are very honest."

Seko also smiled: "Thank you, the messenger of God, for your compliment."

"To be honest, in my opinion, intelligent life will die twice."

"The first time is the death of the body and soul. They can no longer move, they can only turn into stones, they can no longer taste delicious food, and they can't feel the beauty of life. They can only sleep forever."

"The second death is when the last person who remembers my name and deeds disappears. No one remembers, and no one cares. That is the real eternal death."

Monroe tilted his head: "So, you are very afraid that you will be useless in the future and can only become the dust of history?"

"Yes." Sirko nodded.

Athena said: "Have you written some poems now?"

"Well, I wrote a poem about Zeus and his daughter, Queen Athena." Serko was a little happy, but also a little sad, "Queen Athena, do you know? During the 300 years you left, Abuso The Kingdom of Leut is divided again."

"Those mythical epics are just mythical epics. Most people can only know some of their names, such as Tartarus and Erebus, but they don't remember their specific deeds."

"Clover people are forgetful."

"But even so, I want my name to be recorded in the hearts of all Sanye people, and it will last forever!"

Athena sighed, and said slowly: "Can I be recorded in the Psalms?"

She didn't feel that she could be recorded in the poem, she just lived longer, and the Demon King was not defeated by her own hands, but by the concentrated energy bombs fired by the Sanye people.

"Of course!"

"You are the greatest queen!"

"Erebus, the second king of wisdom, is not as great as you!"

"It's recorded like this in history, you defeated the Demon King!"

Seko spoke excitedly, then seemed to think of something, and asked, "Your Majesty, don't you care that the kingdom of Absolut is split again?"

Athena smiled lightly: "It's nothing to be concerned about. Didn't the Kingdom of Absolut break apart once 600 years ago?"

Ever split?

Serko was puzzled, there is no record in history.

But Queen Athena has lived for so many years, so what she said must be true.

"After all, the original sin of the Sanye people cannot be eradicated forever."

"God has seen all this."

Athena continued to speak slowly, and she told Seko everything about herself and Monrose, just like an elderly grandma telling her grandson the story of her youth.

And Monrose, like a grandfather, looked at Athena kindly, adding from time to time.

As for Seko, he recorded it carefully.

Sometimes they also ask questions, and Athena and Monroe will answer them patiently.

It was not until evening that Serko stood up and bowed to Athena and Monroe again.

In his hand is a thick notebook, which records Athena's growth and Athena's glory.

The legend of the queen, the difficulties of the queen, and the joy and happiness with the messenger of the gods are all recorded in it.

"Thank you!"

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

Athena smiled lightly: "I am no longer a queen."

Seko said: "No, you will always be the greatest queen in my heart!"

Seko made an agreement with them that he would visit again tomorrow, and swore that he would not tell other Sanye people about them.

Looking at the back of Serko leaving, Athena stood up, her head was dizzy, but she still didn't stand up in the end.

She is not as young as before, but she is very happy.

This is what life should be like.

"Be careful." Monroe rubbed Athena's legs, "What kind of poem would Serko write?"

Athena looked faintly: "It must not be cheerful poetry?"

"Why?" Monroe asked curiously.

Athena's eyes revealed wisdom: "Because, being remembered by history is never a smile."

Myths and epics are always heavy.

Only in this way can it be passed down through the ages.

The story of the family carnival will only appear in dramas, and the bloggers will smile, this is the greatest compliment, and then——

Being forgotten, after a period of time, it will appear in another form, winning the smile of newcomers again.

This kind of story is always ups and downs in appearance and oblivion, far less than the depth of history.

"Naseko wants to leave a strong mark in history, it is not an easy task."

"I'm afraid he will go through a lot of difficulties."

Monroe sighed and continued rubbing Athena's legs.

Athena said: "This is the path he chose, and it is also the meaning of his life. History is not created by those celebrities, but by thousands of ordinary Sanye people."

"The so-called celebrity is just a coincidence."

"Time makes heroes!"

"It's been like this since ancient times!"

"Tartaros, Erebus, Zeus... all of them."

Monroe disagreed, saying, "Tartaros is not, he is the eldest son of God."

Athena smiled, eyes full of love: "Well, you are right, Tartarus is not, he is the most special."

But if there were no Tartarus, the ancestors of the Sanye people would have elected another new king.

Because Sanye people are born with wisdom.

There is always a feeling in Athens that they, they are developing a little too fast.

Forget it, don't think about it.

"I'm tired, Monroe, can you help me to bed and rest?"

"of course."

Monroe carefully helped Athena lie on the bed, watched her close her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

He went to the kitchen, lit the fire to cook, and put a large bowl of fern rice and ancestor fish meat sauce in it.

This is Athens' favorite fish and rice porridge.

Night came quietly, and Athena hadn't woken up yet.

Monroe was watching from the side, holding the fish mixed with rice porridge in his palm, using his strength to warm it, not letting it cool down.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered outside, and thunder shook the earth.

Athena opened her eyes suddenly, her face was soaked,

"Ross!"

"Where are you?!"

Monroe hurriedly held the rice porridge in one hand and said, "I'm here, I'm right beside you. Look, this is your favorite fish and rice porridge. I just made it."

When Athena saw Monros, her restless heart settled down.

After taking the fish mixed with rice porridge, the ancestor fish sauce dyed the fern rice red, a very beautiful color.

Although she didn't have much appetite, she still ate spoonful by spoonful.

"Monrose, do you know?"

"I had a dream, dreaming that I went to a dark place, where there was nothing but boundless cold and loneliness."

"You said, after I die in the future, will I go to that place?"

Monroe hurriedly said: "How come? Don't worry, I am the messenger of God, the great Monroe! The master of dreams!"

"You're just too tired and need a good rest."

Athena put down the bowl, looked at Monroe, who was old and wrinkled, but still confident, and said with a smile: "But, you are also old, do you still have that kind of strength?"

Monroe said with a smile: "Of course, I am the third son of God."

"Even if you really go to that horrible place in the future, I will always be with you."

"After I die, I am also the messenger of God, who can take you into the dreamland, where you can repeat the adventure and joy over and over again, until the end of time, forever!"

Athena remembered when she first met Monrose. In her dream, Monrose was a boy who liked to dance, and it was also in reality.

She remembered every bit of being with Monrose.

She kept telling Monroe.

However, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Finally, Athena grabbed Monroe's head and tried to close it to his ear.

Monroe also took the initiative to put his ear close to the past.

He knew that Athena seemed to have a lot of things to tell him.

He wanted her to rest first, and talk about it tomorrow, they have plenty of time.

But, somehow, he didn't do that, just quietly listening to Athena's gentle words.

"Monrose, do you know? I..."

"Uh-huh."

"Ross, do you remember? When you were in the deep sea, you..."

"Uh-huh."

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"I remember it all."

"I remember everything."

Monroe spoke seriously, while Athena showed a happy smile, raised her trembling arms, and wanted to touch Monroe's innocent but vicissitudes of face again.

"Snapped!"

Lifted half of the arm and fell down.

Athena's eyes were closed.

Monrose was startled, at a loss, as if something was broken in her heart.

His expression froze for a moment, and he kept calling Athena's name, but Athena couldn't wake up again.

It turned out that she had no time!
Crystal tears flowed from the eye sockets continuously, turning from transparent to red...

The god Tang San has been watching all this, looking at all this indifferently, and waving his finger, Athena's soul traveled thousands of miles to his fingertips, turning into a white ball.

Among them, it is everything that Athens has experienced from childhood to adulthood, and the most profound one is the days with Monroe.

"Idiot."

As soon as God Tang San waved his hand, Athena's soul emerged, and she regained her sobriety.

"here is?"

Athena only remembered that she was telling all the experiences to Monroe, getting more and more tired, and the only thing she heard was Monroe's heart-piercing cry.

"So, am I already dead?"

Looking at her illusory figure, tears welled up in Athena's eyes, but she couldn't keep them.

"Monrose, I'm sorry, I have to take a step first."

Looking up, Athena saw...

(End of this chapter)