[Comprehensive] System, please don't die again

It seems, really, to sink there?

God had a long, long dream, and when he awoke from a deep sleep, the dream was still clearly visible.In the dream, he has not yet become a god, crawling on the ground like an ant, walking in the mud with difficulty, crawling out bit by bit, and sinking bit by bit.

Obviously so small and fragile, but never give up persistence, maybe covered in filth, maybe helpless, but the quiet heart is always the same, just like it was not moved by external objects.

It's just pity for that warmth, that inexplicable warmth that envelops his whole body in the later stage, which supports him to keep going all the way, even when he sinks into the darkness, it doesn't dissipate, and it lasts for a long time, until his true meaning Breaking through himself, he was voluntarily abandoned by him. The only regret is that he never explored the origin of that warmth.

Abandoning the warmth, even if you break through yourself, you will feel more lonely than being an ant. You can't feel the temperature, but you are even colder.

Time has no meaning to him anymore, and he often falls into thinking uncontrollably.

Is it better to never start?

Is it better to still crawl forward?

Is it better to choose who to stay for?

Isn't it better to hug and warm?

The choice has been abandoned by him, he has always been a road to the end, so many ifs, so many choices, never existed for him.

So, is it possible to choose to go back to the intersection of time and let him choose again. This time, he wants to choose another choice.

Everything is just fantasy, not to mention whether he will choose other options because of his persistence, but only to say that even as a god, there are forbidden areas that cannot be touched.

The torrent of time is one of them. It is the beginning of life and the end of death, and it is also the end of life and the beginning of death.

Any consciousness that enters it will be annihilated, not to mention that God itself is formed from a mass of consciousness, unless he chooses to completely annihilate his self-consciousness.

Can it be done?

Can't do it.

There is still a road ahead, even if it is foggy, he will only choose to move forward.

In the boring waking time, God casually enlightened a star stone beside him, and based on his long-standing memory, he fixed it in the shape of a teacup, with a white, smooth and round body like ceramics, and light ink-colored twig patterns covering the whole body. The cute two-dimensional big eyes and small arms as thin as toothpicks are also considered a good work of art, but now, it can only be regarded as a wonderful work.

Holding this teacup, God felt nostalgia from the bottom of his heart, even though what he missed was only the unscrupulous existence in his memory.

"Cup Cup, you're called Cup Cup." God nodded his cup, and said to the teacup who was blinking ignorantly.

A teacup, no, it will be a cup from now on.

Beibei grinned happily and smirked, her slender arms tightly hugged the finger of God, and her ignorant eyes were full of attachment, "Father, Lord..."

If it is so cute in the memory, will the self in the memory not be so disgusted?

Maybe it's empathy, maybe it's loneliness, maybe it's just a game, God will hold Cup Cup in his hand and pamper him, good or bad, as long as it's what Cup Cup wants, God will deliver it to Cup Cup, only, except a little.

The great world is so wonderful, it is hard to extricate yourself if you are addicted to it, whether it is a god, a human, or others.

Soon, Beibei, who has grown up and is no longer ignorant and ignorant, is no longer satisfied with being a utensil. It wants to be like a god, with a straight body and slender limbs.Even the appearance of this utensil was made by God for it.

It began to take advantage of God's dormant time, secretly, regardless of good or bad, to practice the exercises that God collected for it, and to consume heavenly spirits and earthly treasures beyond its tolerance, hoping to turn into a human like a demon spirit on the land.

So far, Beibei's cultivation has continued to expand, and at the same time as his cultivation has expanded, the dark side of his heart has also continued to expand, constantly tempting the bright side.

It is not satisfied with being just a plaything, it is not satisfied with God's occasional teasing, it is not satisfied with God looking elsewhere through it, it wants more and more.

The unsatisfied dark side is increasingly devouring the tempted bright side.

Collapse is just a moment, and waiting is just the pity of time.

God, woke up just when the cup was about to be extinguished. At this time, the cup is only half a step away from collapse, and after half a step, it will be destroyed.

How can it be?God woke up too late, and Cup Cup collapsed too quickly.

In order to prevent Beibei from completely collapsing, God has no choice but to seal Beibei's consciousness, and then throw it into the torrent of time, hoping that the torrent of time can clean up its darkness.

This is the only and last thing God can do for it.

A long, long time has passed since Cupi was sealed, and the still lonely god fell asleep and woke up again, standing by the torrent of time as usual, watching the rolling torrent, observing the tributaries belonging to Cupi.

Originally, God just poured cups into a small, negligible tributary, so that the darkness can be washed away without disturbing the cause and effect.

But for some reason, when God fell into a deep sleep, the tributary that was originally deviated inexplicably merged with the majestic main road, and the cups in the tributary also naturally floated into the middle of the torrent of time.

God focused on the cups floating in the torrent of time, trying to see through its original fragmented fate.

"No!" With just one look, God let out a cry of grief.

After becoming a god, the god who has no emotional turmoil, flustered for the first time, intermittent, looming fate appeared before his eyes, and a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously, but it was definitely not the ending he wanted to see.

God tried to disrupt fate, he stepped into the torrent of time, wanting to get back the cups, but he didn't think that the torrent of time was worthy of being a restricted area, and even gods were not allowed to enter without permission.

Therefore, when God touches the water-like, light-like torrent of time, the solidified body instantly flies away and returns to a dark and unclear circle of light.

The re-solidified entity looked at the torrent of time and the cups gradually drifting away in the torrent in a daze, feeling unexplainable bitterness and depression in his heart.

"It turns out that fate didn't let me choose from the very beginning, didn't it?" The solidified body laughed, but the smile couldn't penetrate the depths.

However, saying this, God doesn't want to accept his fate again. For him, accepting his fate once is enough.

God waved away the entity, extinguished his own consciousness, leaving only the deepest obsession, and threw it decisively into the torrent of time in the haze.

If, if that is the inevitable fate, he also wants to dig a gap with his own hands.

"Never, never, compromise..."

The bright or dark circle of light surges in the flood of time, even if it cannot swallow it, it must continue to wear it down.

I don't know if his choice this time will really be what he wants.