God doesn't want me to be human

Lu Jia never knew that he was such a "chosen son" and so important.

He asked the most important question:

"How should I save the gods?"

The clouds in the sky were blurred by the wind, covering the azure blue with a white veil, turning it into a light gray blue.

There was silence above the sky.

After a long time, the indifferent voice sounded again.

"Kill the divine power."

There was no emotion in the voice.

Lu Jia's fingers trembled slightly as if he had predicted something.

Sitting on the clouds, he raised his head, looked at the misty sea of ​​clouds, and looked at the existence that had never appeared.

"You should know those divine powers."

"Randy, Hephas, Ka Tanatus, Aphrodite, Roy, Erce."

"Kill them and save the gods."

"Save the world."

Lu Jia, whose body was trembling, raised his head and looked at a point in the void in the sea of ​​clouds.

In the snow-white misty sea of ​​clouds, the only human boy sat on the clouds, raised his slender neck, tremblingly listening to the indifferent oracle.

"Kill these gods, save the gods, and you can get all rewards."

"Don't you want to go home?"

The indifferent voice became softer.

The most desired things are gently laid out.

go home...

Lu Jia's vision blurred.

he wants to go home...

He wants to go home!

He wants to go home! ! !

He wants to go home like crazy!His wanting to go home is his only motivation!He wants to go home and would rather crawl through hell!

but.

Returning home by killing others...he couldn't do it.

Those people were still the ones who helped him.

How ironic.

If he wants to go home, he will kill those who helped him.

"Feel sorry……"

I, no, want to, go, home.

Every word is so hard to squeeze out of the throat.

"Would you like to listen to a story about this world?"

An indifferent voice interrupted Lu Jia.

So the history of the world unfolded before Lu Jia's eyes.

In the chaos, the gods were born.

In the gray chaos of nothingness, a pair of eyes opened, and He has existed since then.

When he was born, he created the world.

The vast land spreads and expands to form planets, floating in nothingness, newborn creatures run on the land, and the stars, sun and moon fall on the sky.

After trillions of years, the gods fell asleep.

Staring at the world indifferently, the god finally felt lonely, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep in the center of the world.

Over the long years, divine power overflowed.

The divine power floating between the heaven and the earth gradually formed an individual, assumed part of the priesthood, and the divine power turned into a false god.

And now.

"It's been too long since these parts have been lost, and the sleeping gods can no longer maintain their divine form. Soon, the gods will turn into chaos again."

"When the gods disappear, so will the false gods. This world and all creatures will slowly dry up and die."

Lu Jia looked at the snow-white sea of ​​clouds: "What are you?"

The indifferent voice was silent for a moment.

"I am separated from the gods who began to die - I represent the will to live."

"Act only to survive."

"I planned the battle of the gods, but failed."

"At the last moment, the gods collectively chose to fall."

"I can only summon you."

"I don't understand why the divine power with the emotions of the gods didn't die as planned. I can only summon people who understand that emotions can save the gods."

"Lu Jia, the summoning formation has chosen you."

Therefore, divine power must die.

Therefore, Lu Jia, who was expected to be summoned, had to kill Shenli.

So... some existences should never exist.

Lu Jia remembered the famous moral dilemma.

A train full of people has two forks in front of it, a normal track has many people playing in violation of the rules, and an abandoned track has only one person walking.Where should the train go if it is too late to brake?

And the world is simpler and clearer.

There is only one track, and the train full of people can only drive forward. On the track ahead are gods who should never have existed.

The first time he crossed over to do a mission, Lu Jia looked at the fallen man with black hair and black eyes living in the border, and asked in his heart: Is it true that someone is born to be killed?

Now, tell Lu Jia the truth.

Yes, some beings are born to be killed.

The darkness dissipated, leaving only five gods.

No god cared about the residual darkness.

The God of Light took out a feather, and after lightly calling Lu Jia's name, the feather stood in the air without moving.

He folded his feathers and looked up at the sky.

The sky with a large sea of ​​clouds is white and misty, forming two extremes with the barren land, beautiful and ugly.

Looking up at the sky, the little dwarf standing on the shoulder of the huge steel giant sighed, patted the steel giant, and the huge steel giant turned and left.

The God of Love and Beauty glanced at the sky, narrowed his light purple eyes slightly, turned and left, and his long silver hair fell behind him like a river of stars.

The god in a gray robe silently looked up at the sky and left with a huge sickle on his shoulder.

The God of Truth and Lies rushed into the sky, then stopped in mid-air, seeing that the vast sea of ​​clouds could not find the hiding place of his relatives, the thread in his hand trembled, and finally turned and left.

All the gods knew that Lu Jia would definitely appear again.

Even if Lu Jia is a sharp sword stabbing them, so what?

God, dare to accept the kin with sharp claws.

Like, a human doesn't care if his kitten has sharp claws.

Lu Jia was thrown into this world again.

This time, he appeared outside the gray barrier, standing on the barren land, facing the tragedy of this world.

The barren land was blown by the wind, only the loess and gravel flew up, without any sign of life.

"boom!"

A figure covered in blood landed in front of Lu Jia.

Lu Jia, who was standing in the gravel ground, couldn't help taking a step back, looking at the big gift package for beginners from the system.

——Starting from the simplest killing.

An indifferent voice seemed to ring in Lu Jia's ears.

The god whose vision was blurred by blood raised his head, his blood red eyes were completely red.

"Lu Jia?"

The God of Darkness spoke hoarsely, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips a little. The blood on his body dripped down, staining red and solidifying the water-deficient gravel.

Lu Jia looked at him quietly without answering.

"Lu Jia?" The voice of the God of Darkness was a little puzzled.

Then, He reached out to the human being who was willing to slit his wrist and bleed to save him.

"Lu Jia, come to me."

Let him embrace the lost and found lover.

But the gods don't know that the people who were willing to save him are now the ones who are destined to kill him.

Lu Jia couldn't help lowering her head.

The God of Darkness looked at his lover: "Lu Jia?"

The black-haired boy was silent for a moment, then walked step by step in front of the blood-stained god.

He sat on the gravel, carefully hugging the god.

The embraced god sighed contentedly, reaching out to make the embrace even more intimate.

The smell of blood pervaded the air.

Lu Jia felt a little bit back to the time when he was hugged by the devil in the iron cage.

"Erth...is there someone who was born to be killed?"

he asked softly.

The God of Darkness hugging him was silent for a moment.

"Yes."

In the past, the gods dismissed this.

But now.

He patted Lu Jia's back with blood-stained hands, and laughed softly.

It was too close, and Lu Jia could feel the vibration in his chest, and he could smell the more intense smell of blood.

"Lu Jia." He called his young man.

Then when His boy raised his face, he gave a bloody kiss.

The young man grasped the Dark God's clothes tightly with his fingers, but he still didn't push it away in the end, accepting the kiss.

On the barren land, the dry gravel land, the only place wet with blood, the blood-soaked god kissed the black-haired human boy.

When the God of Darkness let go, Lu Jia couldn't tell whether the bloody smell in his mouth was his or the god's.

"Lu Jia." The God of Darkness stood up tremblingly.

Looking at Lu Jia who was sitting on the ground, he evoked a smile.

"Remember my promise to you?"

The blood-dripping god bent down and placed a light kiss on Lu Jia's forehead.

"I'll take you home."

Lu Jia looked up at him.

His blood-red eyes slightly curved.

"wait for me."

The blood-stained, slender, bony hands rubbed Lu Jia's head.

The black hair set off the bright red and pale.

The gods turned into darkness and dissipated.

Only Lu Jia was left sitting on the bloody gravel, with blood stains on his body.

clack.

Big tears fell down.

Lu Jia has never had such a strong hope, and hopes that he will never cross.

There is simply no way to know what to do.

I thought that if I was a little braver, I could face everything.

But the fact is that he can't face it at all!

He is the driver holding the lever on that train, behind him are the train full of passengers, and in front of him are the friends who helped him.

Whatever he chooses is wrong.

He couldn't help covering his face and weeping bitterly.

"what happened to you?"

A gentle voice sounded.

A white and holy hand gently removed his weeping hand covering his face, revealing a pair of pure black eyes that were so red from crying that they couldn't stop crying.

The blond-haired and golden-eyed god looked down at the bloodstains on his body and the bloodstains on his lips.

"Don't be afraid."

He comforts his family.

The light golden light swept away all the blood and dirt on Lu Jia's body.

The God of Light hugged him in his arms, his light golden and gentle eyes were half downcast, he lowered his head, and his blond hair fell on Lu Jia.

Warm lips gently brushed Lu Jia's lips.

"Well, you are holy."

So stop crying.

The gods comforted his dependents in this way.

Lu Jia raised her head and met her gentle golden eyes.

"You are holy."

The light golden eyes of the God of Light staring at Lu Jia are gentle and holy, as if they can illuminate the whole world and wash away all filth.

"My kin, my angel—"

"Lu Jia."

There was an itching on the back, "swish-tear", accompanied by the sound of the clothes being torn, a pair of huge white wings stretched out behind Lu Jia.

Human teenagers turned into pure angels in the arms of gods.

The pure white wings spread behind him, and the light surrounded him lovingly. Since then, light and warmth have walked with him.

He was favored by the gods.