The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

"Why are you still here?"

Arya woke up from her sleep.

The girl rubbed her eyes and yawned. She vaguely saw golden and red brocades piled up on the bed. She sank into the fluffy and soft feather pillow, and her mind was still a little dazed. Two figures flashed past, a male A woman scrambled and jumped off the bed, bowed her head and pulled her clothes while apologizing, and left as quickly as possible.

At this time, someone sat by the bed and held the girl's hand with some concern. When the man leaned closer, a head of brilliant golden long hair flowed down, and the curly hair fluttered across his chest, a little itchy.

"Honey, did you have a nightmare?"

The magnificent bedroom is quite quiet. One side of the wall is a huge mirror made of thousands of crystals, which is radiant and luxurious. On the other side are towering columns and downward stairs. The palace is built by the water. The lake is like a mirror, and the delicate snow-white jade bridge spans it. Water lilies bloom one after another in the wind, and the lush aquatic plants sway in the wind.

Arya blinked, and the God of Eternal Youth sat by the bed, looking at her tenderly, "...it seems so."

Cupid's expression was helpless and indulgent, she bowed her head lightly, and imprinted a kiss on the forehead of the eldest daughter, "You drank too much last night."

"That was my rite of passage and everybody wanted to drink with me."

Freya rubbed her daughter's messy curly hair, "What did you dream about?"

The girl sat up moaning, raised her head and looked up, and there was a vivid magic picture unfolded on the golden dome. It was a city above the ocean, noble, holy and full of divinity, as if it had condensed all the things in the world. bright.

She lowered her head again thoughtfully, twisting her slender fingers at the hair hanging down her waist, "something bad, you and Frey—you're gone, because of the war, I—some people want to kill me."

"So, did you win?"

Arya stared at her blankly, "What?"

"Even though the life of a god is long, it will come to an end." Eros held her hand again, "When we are gone, no one can protect you anymore. When that day comes, you will have to face yourself war, learn to move forward and never look back."

"I know, because... I'm always alone," the girl whispered, "That's how it was then, some...they wanted to talk to me, but I thought they were annoying, and I hoped they would all go away, only One - he, he seemed to be very patient, or just thought I was funny, I don't know who he was, because I never asked, but, he didn't seem to expect me to reply to him, and I can't remember, That seems to be—a long, long time ago."

Freya quietly listened to her messy and clueless words, probably because she didn't know what her daughter was talking about, but she didn't interrupt her until the latter stopped complaining, "It's okay, it's over."

Arya asked in surprise, "...do you know what I'm talking about?"

Venus smiled, and casually conjured up a light gold brocade dress for her.

The next second, there was the sound of saluting in the corridor, and the servants bowed their knees to greet each other. Thor's loud voice came from far to near, "Hey, niece, are you awake—"

Arya rolled her eyes inelegantly, "Even if I didn't wake up, I was woken up by you, okay."

Sol turned into the bedroom, the girl was sitting on the bed with her messy curly hair looking at him, Venus stood up lightly, and gave him a non-critical look, inexplicably sending chills down the spine, "Come back early."

"That depends on what she does," Sol said, shaking his hammer. "You don't know how popular your daughter is in the bar in the courtyard."

"Actually, I know, I have also played in alien bars many times," Freya said lightly, then turned around and pinched her daughter's face, her expression was much gentler, "Be careful, dear, Levatin is here Are you here?"

"Of course," Arya spread her hand, "Frey has already given it to me."

Sol: "..."

Sol recalled the scene of his niece's last trip to the atrium, "You're not going to knock down a building with the sword of victory again, are you?"

The little girl looked at him indifferently, "...Anyway, what I have is money."

The rainbow bridge in Asgard leads directly to the atrium. Most of the time, Thor will choose to land outside the Avengers base. Since he became a member of the Avengers, the number of times he has come to Earth has increased day by day, and his popularity has also skyrocketed. When you take off your clothes and walk on the street, passers-by will come to ask for a group photo.

Thor doesn't care about this kind of thing, but Arya doesn't like to see her face appear on various social platforms. Although she is not a superhero who often appears on TV, her appearance is highly recognizable, even if it is only occasionally It has appeared so many times in the news, and many people will never forget it.

The Avengers Base in the early morning is shrouded in twilight, a thin morning mist rises in the forest, the sun shines into the room from the outside of the glass curtain wall, and the staff coming and going in the corridor occasionally cast their gazes.

Thor went next door to a meeting with the superheroes. There are always strange villains popping up on the earth. They chatted for a long time. Arya just nestled on the sofa in the lobby and played with her mobile phone until they ended the meeting. A few Avengers basically Everyone knows her—

The red-haired female agent greeted first, "Good morning, little princess."

Iron Man seemed to still have dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night, "...doesn't your God's Domain have internet?"

"She's about to take over," Thor put the hammer on the coffee table casually, "My sister doesn't like being king at all, she's just waiting for her to come of age, and Freya thinks she has to, otherwise my brother Arya will be placed on the throne of the imperial city of Alfheim—"

"I don't know why, it sounds weird."

Captain America just said good morning to the little princess, who politely put down her phone to say hello, only to hear Iron Man say, "Hey, Tony..."

"Oh, it's definitely not my problem. Their family is—" Tony said easily, and immediately blamed him, "The little spider asked me last time if the little princess was going to marry her father."

Peter almost spat the juice in his mouth.

He choked miserably, someone handed him a tissue, the boy hurriedly took it to thank him, and when he looked up, he saw the blond girl tilting her head and looking at him.

Peter: "..."

Peter quickly tidied himself up: "Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Arya, no, I just mentioned the study of Norse mythology in our literature class. That means."

"Why do you have to apologize?" Arya waved her hand indifferently, "If you want to know anything, just ask me, or ask Saul, but he only cares about adventure and fighting, so ask me, what about your report? So? Who are you studying? If it was my parents, I can take you to meet them, they would actually like to meet my friends, well, friends other than family and friends, and it will not develop into future the kind of—”

Peter originally wanted to take another sip of fruit juice to calm his shock, but he coughed again at the end. Obviously, he was not ignorant of His Royal Highness's life style, but for minors who have never been in love, this topic is still a little bit explosive.

Although the little princess is more than 1000 years old, she is actually just an adult. She and the little spider seem to have a common language, at least the Avengers think so.

Aaliyah was about to take a tour of downtown New York, "I'll take you home."

Five minutes later, a convertible version of the indigo Veyron gleamed in the sun, Peter's shocked face reflected in the spotless bodywork.

"This is your car? You changed another car?" The little spider stared dumbfounded for a few seconds, "Wait...have you parked your car at the Avengers base all the time? Or can you teleport the car all at once? In front of you or something? Is this magic?"

"……Do not."

Arya took out an exquisite cruise ship in a magical style. From the skeleton of the sail to the hull and deck, all are made of gold materials without impurities. The bow is a golden dragon statue, with elegant and drifting lines , every carving pattern is extremely clear.

This huge ship, which was supposed to be extremely splendid, became very cute because it was reduced to a pocket size. She generously handed it over, and Peter carefully looked at it for a while and carefully returned it to her.

Arya thought for a while, "This is Skid Platney, the cloud ship. It seems to be a gift from some dwarf to Frey, and he gave it to me again. It can hold everything in it, and you can carry it with you. , even if there is no pocket, just like my sword, so, it is equivalent to carrying a... um... a super large carry-on space?"

Teenagers understand this concept in seconds, and Peter nodded immediately, "Your father is so kind to you."

"Well...yeah, he was going to give me his pig* too, but I don't need a mount—I mean, a boar."

The super sports car rushed all the way into the urban area, Peter insisted on getting off at the entrance of the subway station in Manhattan, "It's fine here, really, you don't want to go to Queens."

Arya didn't insist either, she leaned on the car door and bid farewell to the little spider, "Oh, I just remembered, did your classmates recognize me when I sent you home last time? Didn't bring you anything Trouble?"

"..."

More than recognize it.

Peter felt a headache when he thought of the chaos last time——

Countless classmates want to ask him for the contact information of the little princess. The school is almost going to explode. Those self-righteous adolescent boys may not be too old to be addicted to fairy tales. scene.

"No, thank you, I'm going home, by the way, be careful... Forget it, no one would dare to rob you."

Not long after, Aaliyah came out of the parking lot, put on her sunglasses and prepared to go shopping, and walked along Fifth Avenue.

This is the heart of Manhattan, where world-famous attractions are one after another, the towering Empire State Building, the public library with music in front of the square, and the Rockefeller Center where the buildings span the block. In summer, there are so many people everywhere. tourists and citizens coming and going.

She passed by countless pedestrians. When she turned the corner, an old woman was hit and almost fell. Arya reached out to support her. The young man who hit her seemed to be in a hurry and apologized in a hurry After leaving, the old lady's husband finally realized, "Lucy? Are you okay?"

"I'm all right, Martin," said the old woman, shaking her head and thanking her kindly. "Thank you, child."

The blond girl smiled and let go of her hand, turned and left, with tears streaming down her face under the cover of her sunglasses.

After walking a few steps, she turned her head and saw the old couple talking arm in arm, their son and daughter-in-law walking behind, and the young granddaughter listening to music with headphones, talking to her parents from time to time.

Arya stopped in her tracks and stood there.

She was stared at strangely countless times, and someone once wanted to talk to her. The crowds came and went, and the time passed quietly. At noon, the heat became hotter, and the warm sun became venomous, scorching the ground and making the air become piping hot.

I don't know how long it took, but the tears on her face had already dried up. She walked forward in a daze, and suddenly bumped into someone.

"Sorry." The girl whispered, and when she was about to go around, she was suddenly pulled back.

"Does all this make a difference to you?"

That person was much taller than her, standing against the light, his face was somewhat blurred, only his dark skin and sharp outlines could be vaguely discerned, and his voice was low and round, like the icy water of the River Styx melting snow in spring.

"—Whether you're here or outside, it's all a dream. These worlds are nothing but illusions created by interlaced dimensions. An eternity has countless possibilities, and this is just one of them."

Arya wanted to shake him off without saying a word, "I don't want to see you, what do you want to do?"

"...Really?" There was a little smile in that voice, and he still firmly grasped her wrist, "I'm here because you need me, you should ask yourself."

"You always say that*," Arya looked up at him, "but will you really help me?"

The man slightly relaxed the fingers clamping the wrist bones, bent down and knelt half-kneeled in front of her, and slowly raised his hand, as if waiting for an answer.

On this bustling and noisy street, thousands of tourists shuttle back and forth, they turn a blind eye to this scene, pass by and leave in a hurry, wandering in their own world, like countless illusion-like phantoms.

He seemed to lower his posture, but his tone was never humble. Instead, he looked like a seductive and depraved devil. His smile contained unspeakable expectations and joy, "Come and have a try?"

"What if I say I want to leave." The girl whispered softly, "...It's not that I can't do it, it's just that I don't have enough determination."

"But are you sure? Maybe you just chose another nightmare, or maybe there's no truth in it—maybe you've been sleeping and never woke up."

Arya looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long time, finally raised her hand slowly but firmly.

Outside the dreamland, on a barren planet.

The magic circle on the square glowed like a blazing sun, as if igniting the abyss-like dark sky, and the gust of wind that swept from the depths of the ruins made howls like howling ghosts.

The light from the magic circle completely swallowed the body, and the girl stopped motionless, her right hand still hanging in the air.

The radiance covered every inch of her limbs and bones. When the radiance faded, her body suddenly transformed into a cold stone statue, like a warrior who failed to challenge Medusa, and even her expression remained vivid at the end of her life. moment.

The gray stone statue stood quietly in the middle of the magic circle. Wang Kong's outstretched palm seemed to want to grab something, but he could only touch the cold air and flying dust in vain.

The goddesses of fate breathed a sigh of relief.

"After we complete the summoning, she won't be like this?"

"...It's not the first time you've done this."

"But our summons failed every time."

"It's impossible this time. No one has ever been able to absorb so many disasters before, and even fully use the power of disasters. You must know that we can only use it to delay death."

"Actually, there's one more thing - although we call it the master, it doesn't actually respond to us at all."

"Don't worry, it's intelligent, have you forgotten, it's just that it's not willing to communicate, and it's not willing to learn how to use its wisdom, so as long as we can bear it and witness its coming, it will be a good trick guy."

They have waited for this day for too long. Ever since they met the existence outside the universe in their dreams, they have glimpsed a higher world, and they understand that the plane they are in is just one of thousands of spaces.

Who is willing to become an ant from a god?

The gods began to chant ancient incantations. They knelt on the hot magic lines, and the sudden black flame incinerated their cloaks, revealing their bodies with only white bones. They chanted, called, tried Touching the rift outside the universe, where countless planes rotate and stagger, time and space lose their meaning.

The land where the outer gods sleep forever in darkness like a nightmare, thousands of stars are annihilated in the boundless darkness, they are born in the darkness and die in the darkness, in the process of these countless cycles, clusters of mysterious and great The presence.

"Darkness of the stars—"

"My master, master of my body and soul—"

"With the flesh and blood and faith of thousands of believers, and with the body of a god of supreme blood, we implore you to come here—"

A violent storm was born out of thin air in an instant, and countless hurricanes that tore everything fell from the sky, smashing thousands of hectares of ruins on this desolate planet.

The bony goddesses sang without paying attention, their voices were no longer as gentle as before, but more hoarse and sharp.

Through these hundreds of frenzied storms, one can vaguely see the stars above the sky still twinkling, their light gradually dimming, but it seems to be singing some kind of disorder, those voices are sometimes high-pitched into the clouds, sometimes The low back is tactful, the ensemble is chaotic and crazy, and it contains a mysterious power that can destroy reason——

The rising flames in the eyes of the goddesses of fate became brighter and brighter.

If they still had expressions, their faces would be full of fanaticism at this moment. If it wasn't for the darkness of the stars, how could they hear the terrified voices of the stars!

At this critical moment, they saw a black shadow piercing the sky at the same time, like an eagle, and also like a group of dark shadows, an existence of terrifying and evil forces gathered.

He walked easily through the frantic storm, the hurricane of all destruction was now so ineffective that it could not tear off a feather.

When that thing hit the ground, it turned into a cloud of twisted and dark wind.

At the same time, the goddesses of fate heard more voices.

Those voices were like thunder that shook the sky, like a storm on the waves, like a strange force from a distant universe that collided with people's consciousness, cruelly tearing their souls apart, so they screamed in fear , that is the feeling of the soul being roasted, burning in pain, and turned into coke in the thunder and lightning!

The goddesses of fate backed away tremblingly, they couldn't even stand up, they couldn't see the figures in the frenzied wind clearly, something was burning in the dark, the vague shape was like the wings of eagles, or like the wings of an eagle revealed in the mist. Burning pupils.

The strong wind blew away the voices of the gods in fear, "The crouching chaos—"

"I see him! It's—he's coming—!"

"Nyarlathotep*—Lord of Chaos, we didn't mean to—ah—Master—please save us—"

Their screams became more broken.

Unexpectedly, the Faceless God in the dark wind ignored their wailing, and he stepped forward calmly, walking towards the stone statue standing in the eye of the hurricane.

The storm seemed to be routing and dissipating in invisible fear.

The goddesses of fate looked at this scene in surprise and suspicion. They wanted to break their heads and didn't know what the other party wanted to do. Maybe they wanted to interrupt this ceremony, maybe they wanted to destroy that body. No matter what it was, it was theirs. Unbearable but also powerless to stop.

But, hell, the beings they want to summon were not even born outside the system of the Lord of All!Although the Darkness of the Stars is also an existence like an outer god, it is not the son of Azathoth——

Amidst the chaotic shouts of thousands of stars, and amidst the frightening whistling of the gust of wind, his fingertips touched the palm stretched out by the stone statue.

At the same time, the two people in the dream interlocked their fingers.

At this moment, nothingness and reality intertwine, light and darkness burst into sparks, and all illusions collapsed, peeling off the real world on the desolate planet.

The stone statue was resurrected to adulthood.

Arya raised her head with complicated emotions, "You did it."

Someone answered her with a low laugh, "I promised you, lamb*."

Arya could finally see him clearly.

He is much younger than imagined, tall and thin, with a dark complexion and a silhouette of a Mediterranean race. His handsome face reveals a kind of lazy arrogance. There was a smile on his sharp lips.

Arya looked at him hesitantly, "I heard them calling your name when they were praying to me, Naia... I've always wanted to ask you, what on earth are you—"

"I was originally the messenger of all the Outer Gods on earth," he replied meaningfully, "so I serve you when you need it, Darkness of the Stars, Eater of Stars, Lord of Void Cracks."

The goddesses of fate looked at them in disbelief, and the flames in their eyes were gradually extinguished by despair.

"This is impossible--"

"How could you be—"

Arya realized she should get these things out of the way first.

She thought for a while, then turned around and looked at them quietly, "Let me tell you a story. A long time ago, a creature was born in the black mud left after the destruction of a star in a certain universe. The whole world is very noisy, it just wants to be alone quietly, but it is stupid, it is conscious, but it doesn't know how to use its wisdom, it is in a daze, and it doesn't quite know what it is doing , and then, one day, it passed a battlefield... the two existences you call outer gods and ancient gods were fighting, and it thought it had nothing to do with itself, but suddenly, it was sealed, and it didn't know who attacked I don't even know what I did wrong—"

Arya paused for a moment, this story is actually stupid, "Actually, I just found out not long ago that the reason why the ancient gods sealed me was because ordinary beings would go crazy and die if they saw my real body. But That incident taught me a truth - fists speak in this world, when he sealed me, I couldn't do anything, because of the weakness of others and my own incompetence, I paid the price."

"Then you idiots summoned me into the body of an unborn baby before you knew what you were doing, and from then on, I may have been free, but I've been restricted as well, like I don't remember I grew up like an ordinary person when I was on Earth, the only difference is that I know who I am."

Arya didn't know how to explain this state, or she didn't think the goddesses of fate could understand it, but if it was another person, such as the bastard next to her, she would definitely understand what was going on without explaining this person.

She thought with some displeasure, "I want to know how to think and how to use wisdom, so I tacitly allow the people who raised me to shape everything about me, my personality, my personality, and my three views, because I know, The more human I am, the less likely it is that the ancient gods will notice my existence... That abyss lord named Nodens, I have always been afraid that he will seal me again, although he can only seal me, so I will keep a low profile, Trying to behave and think like a normal human being, well, maybe not so normal now, people always say I'm weird."

"Those god believers, they are always annoying me and want to die under my hands. Although I let some of them get what they want, it's just because I can't help it. The closer they are to me, the voice The louder it gets..." Arya felt uncomfortable thinking about it, "Oh, in case you didn't understand what I said--"

The girl raised her hand slowly, and disaster poured out from her fingertips, forming a line of jet-black cursive letters in the air, but black mud was dripping between the flying lines.

"I didn't come up with my name, my family on Earth picked me up and uncontrollably gave me that name, they just got it upside down, I'm not a star - look, Astoria Black Nice."

The letters in the air slowly overlapped and reversed, putting the surname in front, "The Darkness of the Stars."

The girl showed a quiet smile, and a mysterious and ferocious shadow rose in her pupils, "I am the god of heaven*."

The author has something to say: *See Chapter 42 for the stalk of the little lamb.

*The protagonist knows that all of Naiyako's avatars are independent but they all come from the same existence, just to this extent.

*About Skydplatney, the ship of clouds, and Grimbos, the wild boar, both come from mythology.

*So... no one guessed who the main character is 233333

Because the outer god Little Darkness is actually very cold... The character prototype comes from "The King of Chicago", including the organization that successfully summoned the Darkness of the Stars in the original book, which is Celestial Providence, the god of heaven. There must be many secondary designs and Rewriting, including that I successfully collapsed Naiyazi, he is actually the hero, and the eagle is also transformed from his power, so... I didn't lie to you!There are also sugar and hints in front, although it is either a human or a lily...but it is the same.

Regarding Naiyazi, in fact, everyone’s understanding is different. Dream-seeking Kadath and Spire Ghost gave me the first impression of him, and then I started to want to fuck him (no

Many people mentioned earlier that this article is uncomfortable to look at, and those who complain about the character of the protagonist make people uncomfortable. Although it is estimated that they have given up now, but this is the reason. The character problem is because she is a foreign god. At most, it can only show a part that people can understand, and more of it is strange. Many of her thoughts and decisions are unpredictable and unpredictable...

Because I don't like to write the kind of protagonist whose personality changes drastically when he realizes his true identity, it will give me a strong sense of tearing, so... the previous chapters can actually feel that her performance is not very good The right place, it can be regarded as a foreshadowing, on the other hand, Little Darkness does have a human side, because before that she was basically chaotic, barely conscious and has no personality, the earth people raised her, so she It will be affected, but some details, such as why the first time I didn’t feel the killing, this kind of problem is easy to understand orz

* There is no Little Darkness in the family tree of God A, so she is not an outer god in this series, and she is not related to Naiyazi x

She never felt that everyone was of the same kind, nor did she agree with people's so-called evil spirits, because her past was basically——

Little Darkness: What are they doing?No, what do you want to do to me!I'm just an innocent passerby!No, don't touch me! (makes a sealed sound

*Everything I didn’t write in this article can be understood by myself, just like the Greek novels often don’t have a fixed answer, the reader’s own interpretation is also very important (throw the pot without fear

The remaining doubts and game problems will be explained in the next chapter_(:з」∠)_