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The First Fallen put on a suit. As soon as he stepped into the night of Manhattan, New York, he smelled an unusual smell.

Smells of conspiracy.

The corners of the First Fallen's mouth rose. He knew that Westibran was not lying, at least not about this part of the common interests. The First Fallen immediately left the Empire State Building on Fifth Avenue behind. Under the haze brought by the industrial wave, he walked towards the group of glamorous capital yuppies. Every street, every building with shining neon lights, every An inch of fallen land shrouded in the shadow of desire.

Materialistic desires flow freely, and one is never satisfied.

This is the paradise of hell, the paradise of the new devils.

The First Fallen can see those Mammon Group employees wandering among all living beings. They continue to fanatically cast their nets in their rising careers. Like the group of mortal ants, they are deeply attracted by the interests in front of them. They pursue them. The high-standard and rapid market conditions embrace the crazy capital bubble. They enjoy this feast and carnival, deliberately ignoring the old world that is full of dead bones and is constantly collapsing from consumption.

They call it progress.

How ridiculous!

The First Fallen walked with his head held high in the bustling city. He could no longer feel the boundary between the world and hell. He could even hear the echo of the doomsday bell. He also saw the new gods created by mortals out of hypocrisy and lies.

The dynasty of capital is prosperous, but everything must come to an end, and they actually know it.

The First Fallen, like Lucifer, is constantly observing and analyzing human beings, but what he is looking at is not freedom, he is looking at the essence of human beings. He still remembers the arrogant words of the mortal man named Nietzsche before he fell into hell - God is dead.

It was this sentence that pierced all pretense and even touched hell.

This is the only truth. When the new god of capital rises in the world, human beings have seen the truth, but they will not stop. They are afraid of the end of this road, and they are afraid of the transformation of this new god. The day of destruction, but they must play the whole game, and they must deceive themselves that this is the only way for human civilization to advance towards heaven.

God is indeed crazy.

The First Fallen passed by a lost man. His golden eyes saw through the man's desperate heart. He knew that this former elite had lost everything overnight, and he was a victim and a loser.

Five seconds later, the man walked into traffic and was crushed to a pulp.

Look! No one looks to God for guidance! Because in the final analysis, this path is wrong! No one will believe in God! They created new gods! They erected the only image! That is themselves! That's right! All mortals really believe in is themselves! Even if they don't want to admit their arrogance!

But that's what happened. The First Fallen believed this so much that he wandered the world for countless centuries looking for the answer, and now, he found it.

Mortals only love themselves, what God desires is just fantasy, and the only ones who truly love God are the first fallen ones.

Yes, the First Fallen firmly believes that he is the most rational one, and he is also the one who hopes to bring the original innocence back to the entire universe.

Until then, everything must be destroyed, these despicable creations, these cowardly and greedy worms.

The First Fallen stopped and saw the sign above the door ahead.

Dark Side Nightclub.

"I should have thought of it..." The First Fallen chuckled twice. He looked at the nightclub building. He saw the silver light shining between the cracks of the bricks. He also felt the pulsation like a huge net. It was like A vast ocean of concentrated energy.

The First Fallen finally knew what this nightclub was like.

mother box.

This is a technological product created by the gifts received from the source by the New Protoss, and the building in front of you is the result of the physicalization of the Mother Box. Its dark appearance and the glass that cannot let in light at all are all A crystal of special energy, or rather, it was more like a huge amber.

Dark side.

Simply ridiculous!

Even the New Gods cannot compare with the true great darkness. They have never seen beyond the boundless nothingness and the end of thought.

A group of ants just like mortals!

Suddenly, an old man drove a wheelchair slowly to the door of the nightclub. The white-haired old man slowly raised his head. His eyes were like light blue squares, and his face was like a mummy.

"When did the New Gods start to like to gather together on the earth?" The First Fallen walked towards the old man. The shadow under his feet seemed to condense into a black sharp knife, and his golden eyes also shone with dangerous light.

Mortals walking in a hurry passed between the two quickly and indifferently.

"The end of this road is death, First Fallen." The old man said without any emotion, "Can you escape death?"

"I do not belong to death at all. I am the same as Michael and Lucifer. I am an immortal existence!" The First Fallen stood proudly in front of the old man. He looked down at the face covered with age spots, "And you But it's different. Even if you claim to be gods, you know that you will die just like mortals. Do you hope that time is now?"

The old man was silent for a moment, and then said again, "They did not get the anti-life equation. That thing is not in their hands at all. They are just attracted to it like you, and the place where it really exists is here..."

The old man said as he opened his arms as if to embrace the entire Manhattan.

"Life..." The First Fallen turned to look at the humans under the night, "This kind of thing will be hidden in...ah...yes, selfish love, unfounded beliefs, new gods created...just like As I said, what the so-called freedom truly evolves is always dark filth!”

The First Fallen turned his head again, and the old man disappeared.

But there was a line of small writing left on the ground.

Keep an eye out for Midnight Daddy and Lex Luthor.

The First Fallen laughed again. He raised his head and looked at the dark nightclub door in front of him. "If even the guys who protect knowledge start playing the same game... Metron, you will ultimately belong to hell." !”

With that said, the First Fallen walked towards the door. He pushed the door open and entered the Dark Side Nightclub without hesitation.

Passionate and weird music, constantly flashing purple lights, women twisting their waists like poisonous snakes, and a group of humans peeping in the shadows.

These are all illusions and disguises.

The First Fallen saw an Omega mark above the bar, and he finally knew who the real owner of this nightclub was.

A fat woman walked out of the iron door on the side of the bar. She saw the First Fallen. She walked up to the First Fallen with bloated steps. Her plump lips were wide open, and her temples were gray. The fat woman took off her ridiculous sunglasses and stared at the First Fallen with a pair of golden snake eyes, "I didn't expect to welcome a distinguished guest!"

The lights in the entire space stopped flashing for an instant, and everyone looked at the First Fallen strangely.

The dancers jumped off the stage and gathered behind the fat woman.

"Is it possible that old boy Darkseid is here too..." The First Fallen looked at the fat woman without changing his expression and asked, "Kind grandma?"