The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

The present world has perished.

Ouroboros, the eldest daughter in the Book of Revelation, represents the operation of reincarnation, and Twilight, the last daughter, is the recycling mechanism at the end of reincarnation.

He will seal all things in amber light, reclaim his divinity, condense the world into an egg, and the remaining traces will sink into the abyss and become forgotten.

The divinity of the twelve daughters of the Earth Mother will overflow, covering the entire abyss and becoming the anchor point for Ouroboros to begin his reincarnation.

This process is extremely long, but the time left for living beings to react is only a split second. And now, all that is left before the next reincarnation is the return of the last god.

Whether it is Lor or Amor, when one of them returns to the place where the God of Love should be, the world will return to its original state.

And those whom I love and who love me will reappear in the world in a new look and posture as the world is reset.

Maybe I can still find traces of them, but they are no longer them.

That’s not me anymore either.

If he wants to break this abominable cycle, disrupt time and rewrite history, the only ally Lor can find is the corrupt god beside him.

Even though He promised the boy the right to choose, Lor actually never had any choice.

Everything has been operating in accordance with His will from beginning to end. Whether it is the development of things or the choice that Lor will make, perhaps it is all within His expectations.

No matter how unwilling or angry he was, Lor had no choice but to hold his nose and choose to cooperate with Him.

That's why the boy sighed and said this.

"How cunning, Amor..."

"You win this time, what should I do?"

Lor came to a huge rock, its surface had solidified into a material as smooth as amber in the dim light.

"You just need to find the person you want to find in the chaotic time stream, and leave the rest to me."

Amor's voice sounded, still calm and unmoved.

"Can't I come?"

"Of course not." He paused, as if trying to comfort Lor, "In time, you will become a very powerful god, but now, you are far from being able to do so."

Lor looked at the star that had fallen into the depths of the plain. With the star as the center, the ruins of the city and settlement were slowly melting into beeswax. The boy pondered for a moment and then said, "Now I know why you are so annoying."

"why?"

The god, whose half body had rotted away, asked back with some confusion.

His state is just like this half-dead world; it may disappear at any time, yet it still exists tenaciously.

"Among the gods of the abyss, I am probably the easiest to talk to. Sometimes, believers get lost in the sea of ​​their souls and come to this garden. I always listen to their requests and satisfy them most of the time."

Lor looked at Him with a complicated expression, because he found that Amor was discussing his reputation very seriously. He opened his mouth, but it took a long time for him to utter a word.

"Those who receive your gift never have a good ending in the end."

“That’s because most people don’t know what they really want.”

Amor said calmly, as the desolate wind blew across the mountain. He also looked at the star that was emitting dim light, and his expression could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

He seems to have always been so indifferent, and will not fluctuate because of the changes in things.

But whenever he thought of the other party's previous concealment and temptation, Lor couldn't help but complain angrily: "You know there is a problem with my anchor point, and you still promised me eternity?"

"In fact, it was a bit of a stretch. Although the quality was sufficient, they each had their own problems. They were not stable anchors, and there were too few of them."

Amor pointed out the problems that Lore had.

"Is this not enough? Do you want me to open a harem?"

Lor couldn't help but complain. He felt that the current atmosphere was a bit weird. He and Amor went from being on edge to a strange harmony.

It was like two people who were familiar with each other but not quite friends were chatting.

"Individual emotions are always scarce. Clan, kingdom, and even civilization are the best anchors for the divinity of love... For example, the insect nest was originally prepared for you, but you did not inherit the throne. To be honest, I was actually a little surprised."

"You'd be surprised?"

Lor said casually, and Amor's words revealed a lot of information. The insect nest was his anchor point, and he gave up this anchor point.

This is most likely one of the reasons why He is in such a weak state.

"Yes, I am not Metis. She inherited Sariel's precision and knowledge in calculating everything. I am just the manifestation of that desire."

"Even Metis cannot predict everything in this world. In the final analysis, He and I are just parts of Sariel."

Amor did not shy away from his own flaws and shortcomings. Although in Lor's opinion, the god in front of him was just being modest, but if what he said was true...

"Then can you do it?"

Lor asked suddenly.

“I have never truly felt the true power of the Lord of Heaven, but the Third Lord of Heaven has failed, and you are only a part of Him, so…”

How can you be sure that you can break the cycle of Ouroboros?

Lor didn't say anything else, but Amor naturally understood what he meant, so he spoke.

"My divinity alone is not enough, but with you, it's different."

"The principles of love and being loved are opposites and interdependent, which also fits the principles of balance and independence of Ys. So this time, the Gemini Gods will stand on my side."

Amor met Luo'er's gaze calmly, his expression calm: "Of course, even so, the possibility of success is still slim, but I can assure you that I will do everything I can to disrupt the timeline and buy you enough time."

"Another bad check..."

Lor sighed, and an arrow emitting golden stardust appeared in the palm of his hand. He watched it quietly, then turned over his palm.

The golden arrow floated in the air, and under the spontaneous guidance of divinity, it slowly drifted towards Amor and finally fell into His hands. He looked at it carefully. This was the arrow that He had scattered in the world in the past. This divinity was naturally very familiar to Him.

But what Amor was looking at was the divinity contained in it, which belonged to Lor.

This part of the divinity follows a divine principle that is completely different from His, although it is not powerful, or rather, is very immature.

But this is a breakthrough from 0 to 1, the difference from nothing to something, and its importance even overshadows all the rest of the divinity.

Amor commented.

"It's a little weak, but... barely enough."

Upon hearing this, Lor snorted coldly, but did not stop gathering his divinity. This cycle continued over and over again, and the six golden arrows returned to Amor's body again.

And the last arrow... belongs to Lor alone.

As the lost divinity returned to his body, Amor's aura was gradually becoming stronger, until it crossed a certain limit and he seemed to disappear.

It seems to be everywhere.

Lor watched quietly as the rotten body once again glowed with vitality, the necrotic flesh regenerated, the hideous face was restored in the light, and the broken wings behind it became complete again.

Just like the rising sun, the entire ocean of the soul is stirred up by huge waves, and countless emotions and desires are transformed into a magnificent hymn, praising the rebirth of God.

The God of Love and Desire has returned to where He should be, the anchor point of reincarnation has been established, and the fourth Lord of Heaven, Ouroboros, will also awaken from his slumber.

Reincarnation... never ends.

Lor's eyes changed slightly. At this moment, he also noticed that the calm river of time was rippling with waves. This was the end and beginning of reincarnation.

The end and beginning of the circle.

This, then, is the only moment in which the existence of Ouroboros can be captured.

This god entrenched in the timeline will descend at this moment and lead the world into the next reincarnation.

It is at this moment that Amor will launch his final challenge to the fourth lord Ouroboros.

This is... a battle to seize the sky.

Will this long cycle of reincarnation come to an end, or will it lead to another doomed defeat?

Even as a young boy, he couldn't help but feel a little excited... Unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to see it.

A twisted golden door bloomed in front of Lor. The time might be a long time, or it might be just a short moment. He had to find Miss Yasha and the others before it all ended.

Lor took a step forward and stopped before entering the door. He did not look back but just spoke.

"Amor, you are not as weak as you appear, right? At least... there are two powerful incarnations who have been secretly accumulating strength."

The beautiful god, whose former appearance had been restored, smiled and said nothing, just listened quietly. Lor continued.

"In that case, aren't you afraid that I won't react and will really shoot that arrow?"

If Lor is blinded by the desire to become a god, Amor's long plan will come to nothing, because no matter how powerful the incarnation is, he cannot break the oath made to divinity.

"It makes no difference. You have become me. You will eventually wake up and follow the same path as me."

"……makes sense."

Lor said, then walked into the twisted door. The moment his figure disappeared, his last words were heard.

"Well, goodbye, Amor. I sincerely hope that you and Ouroboros will die together."

The winged god chuckled, raised his head, and stared at the top of the abyss, the silver ring that was getting brighter and brighter, as if it would cover everything.

"It's a really difficult wish, but I can still achieve half of it."