The king of solo row [Comprehensive British and American]

The hurricane on the square subsided, the brilliance of the magic circle gradually extinguished, the desolate planet became quiet again, and the ruins of the city had been reduced to ashes.

The goddesses of fate sat down on the ground slumped, only their white skeletons were trembling, and the previous sure victory and the arrogant posture of the gods were gone.

"You guys are so loud, those screams—" Arya had nothing to say to them, "Even if I were in another world, I could hear them, seriously, how dare you call me?"

The goddesses whose real bodies have decayed into skeletons due to the years seem to want to speak, and the flames in their eyes flicker faintly, as if they are trembling in fear and will be extinguished and dimmed at any time.

"That's right, you must think that I'm still that fool," Arya could understand their thinking, "and it's not my real body... This idea is actually feasible, but I'm a little curious, the gods Did you guys make up the dusk?"

"The twilight of the gods is the destiny of God's Domain. This is the law of the universe here, just like we will all perish."

"Only with the power of your existence, because you do not belong to this universe, master, please, we never intended to deceive you, we have spent thousands of years trying to set you free!"

"Yeah, that's what it sounds like," Arya said, glancing at them thoughtfully, "you've killed the soul of Astrid, the real daughter of Freya, and you've killed me Summoned into her body, but you didn't realize that you succeeded. However, there is another problem. You deliberately told Odin that this body is very suitable as a container for an evil god, and induced him to make a series of decisions. In the end, it caused the deaths of Frey and Freya, and then lied to him that you have a way to kill me, so he asked me to come to you, is that right?"

The goddesses of fate looked at her without saying a word. Obviously, these were the facts. Even though some details were not mentioned, they didn't dare to take up this topic at all.

Those creatures from the high-dimensional space outside the universe are not at the same level as the gods born in this universe. They cannot be destroyed, and their lives are longer than any eternity. Most of them do not use power Known, so they were defeated in battles and sealed by the ancient gods——

And to be honest, even in a serious battle, there are many people who don't know what they are doing at all. For details, refer to the past of the Darkness of the Stars where they met and were brutally sealed. Therefore, it is difficult to expect them to be in that chaotic state. Take a fight seriously.

However, they themselves are existences that transcend all laws of the universe, and for those who understand the meaning of this, this is scary enough.

"The sea dragon on the earth is a clone made by Frey with magic? Because of the oath to protect me forever?"

"...Yes," the goddesses of fate looked at her dejectedly, "the God of Light and the God of Love must die, master, otherwise we..."

"Oh, I know, otherwise you couldn't have tricked me into here, and corrected you one more thing... Calamity isn't quite a part of me, it used to be, but separated, they are separate and can be enjoyed Power, can also devour other creatures—"

Arya thought for a while. In fact, she didn't know that this body could withstand disasters, or that it would not be corroded and hollowed out, until she encountered the monster created by the Tenjin Cult.

She sighed softly, raised her hand calmly and slowly, with her fingertips hanging in the air, "Come on, anyway, there are so many Celestials who get what they want, and it's not the first time I've fulfilled your wishes." wish."

The Goddesses of Fate trembled violently again. Black misfortunes flowed from their empty eye sockets. The pale skeletons of the skeletons were gradually stained black and white, and black mud flowed over the bones.

"No, no, master, no—"

"Death without sacrifice cannot—"

"Ritual?" The girl laughed sarcastically, "Do you think that a death with a ritual will definitely become my family, but it's not, it can only be done with my consent, so those god believers...they are at best the nourishment of disasters That’s all, as for you, I think it’s better to disappear forever.”

The goddesses of fate screamed hoarsely, the screams were full of pain and despair, the power of disaster was pulled out of their bodies bit by bit, and their bodies began to weather into dust, and finally gradually disappeared into the air Here, those howls seemed to still be echoing in the wind.

"You're right," said Arya thoughtfully, gazing at her fingertips, "their cry of despair was very sweet."

The God of Chaos beside him smiled, "So do you want more?"

She replied without thinking, "No, I only enjoy the pain of people I hate, but in fact, I rarely hate anyone."

The cold wind blew across the barren planet, those broken voices spoke of incomprehensible loneliness, dark shadows quietly permeated from their bodies, the brilliance of the stars had already dimmed, and the stars disappeared and fled in fear. The otherworldly creatures of the evil gods stand in the darkness.

"Of course," the voice of the Outer God is low and soft, with a strange force that lures people to fall, like an angel or a devil, and he may have deceived countless poor human beings in this way, "Just like people don't hate Ants."

"..."

The other person didn't answer the question, but the look on her face fully proved that she thought so.

"Speaking of which, I have a bunch of things I want to ask you."

Arya stared at him unhappily, their height difference was more than a head, and they had to struggle to lift their heads when standing very close.

For a moment, just for a moment, she thought about talking to him in her own form.

Although that is almost impossible, because the darkness of the stars is still sealed in that dark and silent crack, and she is forced to fall into eternal sleep. In the past, she could only shuttle back and forth unconsciously in various dreams, because of this Only then did some idiots covet this kind of power, unless she wants to destroy her current body and force herself into this universe, but this is meaningless, and 100% will attract a crazy siege from all the ancient gods.

In addition, her body does not actually have any fighting ability, and the ancient gods will not be easily swallowed by disasters. In comparison, it is more meaningful to fight them with the sword of victory.

For some reason, Arya felt a little strange, she kept her head up, "It feels weird to talk to you like this."

"Do you want me to be a woman, or—"

He raised his hand and tore off the clothes on the girl's chest.

"so?"

Arya: "..."

There were sharp claw marks on the torn fabric, as if he was still the eagle who was always difficult to serve, but spent many lonely days and nights with her.

"I'm used to it," Arya nodded calmly, "...do you know what's going on with me?"

Strictly speaking, this is not exactly a question, but more like a rhetorical question.

She travels to New York and dies in a terrorist attack, wakes up in a dumpster, catastrophe rebuilt her body*, and the black mud that flows down the sewers soon becomes a nighttime monster in Queens— —

However, these things did not bother her.

"Your consciousness does not only exist in this body, you travel in the dreams of thousands of physical universes, but the rest of you are still unable to think and stagnate in ignorance, you can only pass on your plane in a higher dimension A projection of experience*."

"Well," Arya could only vaguely comprehend these meanings. It's not that she didn't know what other "selves" were doing, because strictly speaking, these could be controlled, but she couldn't clearly understand them. Fortunately, the communication between them can go directly from the language to the level of consciousness, "—for example, those games, in another universe, they are just games, and the players who leave messages in the platform community are also real people? Is this what it means? Right? But how do you know?"

"You once called me strongly when you were in New York. I searched all the planes you sleepwalked through and found that game. I think maybe you need a partner." The messenger of the Outer Gods looked down at her, "Although you Probably won't admit it."

"...Because you deliberately misinterpreted the truth of the matter with words, I may just need help, and you just happened to hear it. I'm not calling you. I didn't even know your name before that."

Ariya didn't bother to correct this point as she spoke. She saw the helplessness and connivance on Naia's face, and felt very subtle for a moment.

The relationship between them seems simple but not so clear at a glance. Perhaps for many gods, spiritual ties are a very dangerous entrustment based on complete trust, but they are not like this. There is no way to really destroy each other, and it is impossible to completely manipulate each other to try to benefit themselves. The problems and contradictions that most intelligent creatures have when they get along are untenable in front of them.

"I see."

Arya has been thinking for a long time, she often feels that her IQ is not enough, but there is no way, she is definitely not the stupidest kind, but she is also different from the smartest ones, who prevents her from being born to know everything Woolen cloth.

"You can also talk to me when you become an eagle. You have been pretending to be deaf and dumb. Is it because you talked to me before I was sealed, but I ignored you. You are just taking revenge on me, right? "

"No."

"I do not believe."

"..."

"……You smiled!!"

Arya has been reluctant to use the power of disaster, because it is easy to attract the attention of the ancient gods, whether it is Nodens or any other meddlesome guy, all the ancient gods who are summoned and awakened in the physical universe Existence is an existential threat to them, or they will intervene on the grounds of saving an innocent person and planet.

However, she is almost exposed now.

Arya chose to return to the earth in spite of herself, and returned to that quiet American town.

There are also catastrophic powers buried in the ground here, they are sleeping like the main body of the darkness of the stars, so she can directly tear the space and teleport back, provided that she doesn't mind exposing herself.

About the Earth, about her experience here, Arya had a lot of answers in her mind, many of which were contradictory.

She will always have this peaceful and peaceful town as if far away from the world in her memory. The silent falling snow on the street renders a white world, scattered villas on both sides of the long and winding street, barking sled dogs behind the fence gate, and under the steps of the attic. The spreading moss, the endless sweeping leaves in the garden, the shop staff who had an early rest put down the roller blinds, the beautiful girls came back from the metropolis, they got off the bus with colorful shopping bags in their hands, and laughed and laughed with their friends bid farewell.

A girl in thin clothes walked in the cold wind of deep winter, and the cold wind messed up her long black hair dyed by the disaster. Occasionally, people passing by greeted her and asked her if she had finished her trip.

Arya answered them one by one. These faces are very familiar. Some people like her, some people hate her. In their eyes, she is just a lucky orphan with a strange personality. The blood of God's Domain, and no one knows what kind of indescribable darkness is hidden in the body of this god.

There are always gossip residents in the town, and they may not have any more entertainment items. Talk to others more, and there will be more topics after the next gossip, so they naturally shift their targets. Start chatting with the "boyfriend" of "Lucky Orphan".

Arya listened calmly. Naia was obviously more suitable for talking in front of people than she was, and she could make up one lie after another that sounded extremely funny but seemed to be like the truth without even thinking about it.

About how they met in a Manhattan alley in the rain, reunited at a charity auction, and made a deal under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve—

It sounds pretty romantic.

Arya thought so, but no one knew that these scenes corresponded one by one to her resurrection from the trash can, her mentality exploded by the dancing tentacles of the group of demons, her heart had just been dug out by the killer, and so on.

To be honest, her aesthetics are also shaped by humans, so she may be able to accept any abnormal existence intellectually, but she still feels weird when seeing certain pictures, and sometimes it is even directly uncontrollable Physiological stimulation——

Wait, this is kind of weird.

Arya thought about these messy things, they walked away from the noisy crowd, walked through the snowy streets and brick-red villas, and walked into the silent cemetery.

When she was a child, she looked up at the black crows on the branches countless times, and placed the pink carnation in front of the tombstones of her parents and sister. The metasequoia tree was silent in the wind, and the lonely coral clock bloomed year after year. Kids passing by made fun of her for being an outcast bastard, and they probably didn't quite know what they were talking about, but they still found it funny.

The little girl brushed the dust off the stele as if she had never heard of it, and then looked down at the petals withered and turned into mud. All the lives born in this universe will go to the same journey, but she is different.

Perhaps this flower-like body will wither and decay, and then she will just return to eternal darkness and loneliness, or continue to sleep, which is incomprehensible and does not need to be redeemed, just like the existence of the darkness of the stars itself.

However, she is still willing to accept people's love, Alia thought so, she remembered the warmth of the fumigated villa and the warmth of the embrace of her relatives, her grandmother held her on her lap and supported her reading glasses to recite ancient poems, her grandfather slowly Turning the rotary lever of the retro coffee machine, the cold night outside the window is cold and heavy snow is flying, and the passing car lights are shining with blurred halos in the snow.

"One day, I was woken up by the voices of those foolish believers," Arya whispered, looking at the familiar names on the tombstone, "I tried to ignore them, and then I heard Lucy and Martin—raising me The big ones, they were talking in the lobby, it was their son's birthday, and they were crying with pictures."

Then what happened.

The little girl slipped out of the bedroom window quietly, and she ran wildly in the cold night with howling cold wind, across the long silent street, past buildings with lights out one after another and gardens in the shadows.

A brilliant crescent moon in the sky casts mercury-like brilliance, pouring down on the cemetery where ferocious trees and black crows inhabit. She sat panting in front of a tombstone, calling out to the sleeping people in the mud, calling out over and over again , hoping that he would wake up and end the sadness in the eyes of the old people, but no one could respond to her voice, only the awakened crow flew from the branches.

The little girl cried out in bewilderment and anger, she screamed hoarsely, the disaster suppressed in her veins woke up, her tears became black and sticky, more disasters flowed out and stained the nightgown, they burrowed intermittently into the wet cemetery However, she never recast the body of the dead, as if all this was in vain, she continued to cry helplessly, dizzy and breathless from crying, and fell down in front of the tombstone tiredly, only in a daze in the early morning Woke up suddenly, and slipped back home covered in dirt and black mud.

"At that time, I finally realized that I was still powerless, unable to resist when I was sealed, and unable to help those who loved me—" Arya said, and then remembered the scene before her family died , "I asked my grandmother at the bedside, I said I'm going to try to save you, can you stay for me, she said it's the fate of human beings, they will always leave, but human beings can make this loneliness come and go The life of them became splendid and beautiful, proving that they had existed."

In a trance, Arya felt a certain power ebbing away, as if an approaching dream or an abyss suddenly collapsed.

She heard some chaotic voices, like laughter and sighs, which felt familiar and strange. Maybe they had met before, but they didn't leave a deep impression because it was too short.

"...I still need to study how to revive the gods," Arya said tiredly. "Aside from studying more games, is there any other way?"

"There is a—"

Naia said a name.

Arya looked at him suspiciously, "...I don't know what that is."

After a short silence, he dropped the expression, as it was clear that Darkness of the Stars couldn't remember any specific title, "Crazy and talkative Rainbow Soap Bubble*."

Arya racked her brains to recall, she really doesn't remember the past, it has been blurred until today, only broken pictures remain, occasionally there are some voices and impressions of some fragments, such as who else Has harassed her tirelessly, talking about strange philosophies that she doesn't understand at all——

"I seem to have an impression, but it may just be my illusion."

They were silent for a while, "Do you know that Nodens has been here?"

Arya froze for a moment, "I know someone is coming, but I don't know who it is, but he left again, maybe he thinks he might not be able to seal me."

"Because he doesn't think it's necessary. When you have feelings, you're not so much a threat to a certain extent. The ancient gods are also afraid of the existence they can't understand," he paused, and found the little dark eyes Full of accusations, "—maybe there are reasons you said."

Arya turned her head away, "I originally told him, but those stories are true... Will he come back again?"

"Theoretically no, unless—"

The Darkness of the Stars looked at him curiously.

"——The birth of a new Old One?"

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Theater:

Little Darkness: I have another question, can tentacles be pregnant?

Naiyako: Come and try :)

*About Pao Pao—Yug Sotos, if you don’t know Baidu, it’s fine, it’s very famous.

* Regarding the game platform of the protagonist, it can be understood that she came to our real world and projected what she saw and heard into the universe of the novel. As for why the games have become sky-high prices... because we just buy games, she is to buy a form of power, so it's not the same (.

*The concept of the old rulers here can be understood as the descendants of the Outer Gods, but not all the descendants of the Outer Gods are the old branch, such as the ones born to Bubble and the albino girl...(.

*In fact, the so-called maliciousness of the evil gods in the background of the restraint system is not a source of maliciousness, but their existence is very malicious, so... If there is an explanation here, it is almost that the ancient gods think that the little darkness already has Human nature, she will not go crazy easily and cause large-scale planet-level insanity and human casualties. On the other hand, it is true that she is not as easy to bully as before. Of course, you can use your interpretation ability at will. Anyway, there is no fixed answer.

So under the surface of countless fighting and playing games, this is really a story of finding the road to freedom (serious color

Ahem, the main text is over here, I have an exam on Monday, and I have to review it in the next few days... Let me think about it again, if anyone wants to read it?

By the way, please ask for a collection of the author's column qwq