greek gods in new york

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As soon as I looked up, the energy of "that thing" enveloped me like a curtain.

The first time was raw, the second time was acquainted, and now I am no longer surprised that He can pull me into the "body".The dim, dilapidated ruins around him changed in the blink of an eye.

The storage tank with a big hole was restored as before, the rusty and bare () instruments were brand new, and even the chair that Fernando sat on just now, which was deformed by the explosion, became the normal appearance it should have been.

The boulder I was sitting on became a staircase with a handrail, and a sturdy figure walked down the other side.

Almost guessed me.

I turned around, and before I could see the other person's face clearly, the BB in the petri dish in my arms started to rattle.

"Aren't you going to rest?"

The familiar voice startled me.

The tall and strong figure has passed me to the bottom of the storage.

That's my dad.

Even if I don't see the front face, I can recognize at a glance that this back belongs to my father-how could I not recognize my father?

And he raised his hand while speaking, and his broad palm fell on the shoulder of the researcher beside him: "Sarah, you have persisted for a long time, and asked other people to take turns to replace you."

Sarah...

I blinked, and then realized: The one standing next to my dad is my mother.

She doesn't look the same as in the photo, without such delicate makeup and deliberately arranged hair.In the storage room, she was wearing a white coat that a researcher should have. Her beautiful long hair was also tied into a bun at the back of her head for convenience.Dad was right, the mother in the phantom looked very haggard, and it looked like she had stayed up for a long time.

But Mom shook her head.

"It has reached a critical point," she said. "An out-of-control reading may trigger an explosion. I must be optimistic."

"What if you fall ill?"

"Then I'll stick around until the project is finished and I fall ill—don't worry, no one will worry."

"I can."

Oh.

Oh! !

I widened my eyes until the image in front of me gradually dissipated, and I was still in shock.

Turns out my dad was so... er, corny when it came to flirting.

But he looks good, has a nice voice, and has a great figure. When he is still sane, he still has an outrageous temperament and a sense of mystery with countless stories.Even if it is so old-fashioned, it is reasonable to be able to successfully attack my mother.

This is the memory left by "that thing" in this building.

In a moment, the shadow of the parents has disappeared.But the closed room did not turn back into ruins, but after shaking, another person appeared out of thin air.

This time it was Fernando.

He stood alone in front of the storage with his hands behind his back.In the video, Fernando is wearing the formal suit he hates the most. The navy blue suit is unbuttoned, and the gun holster at the waist is faintly visible.

Fernando stood in front of the storage for a long time, he didn't speak or move.

I don't know what he was thinking, but Fernando, who was just standing quietly by himself, was in stark contrast to my parents, who just stood side by side and were enveloped in sweetness just now.

The sourness and sadness that had been suppressed in the last second came to mind again in this second.

Then the phantom in front of him changed for the third and fourth times.

The complete storage room has become ruins, but it is not the time and space I am in now.I saw Zeus and Odin, the kings of the gods of two different pantheons came here at dusk and night respectively. They came here not to observe or stay, but to find what they wanted.

It's a pity that there is nothing left here.

The last time, it was Loki who came.

Like Zeus and Odin, he came alone, and he chose an early morning.

Rocky used his own face, which makes it impossible for me to determine when he ran to El Paso.Different from the previous two old gods, Loki walks quite leisurely, with earphones hanging around his neck. In the empty environment, the sound of the earphones diffuses slightly, which is quite nostalgic rock and roll.

I don't know, I thought he was here for sightseeing.

In fact, Loki's pose looks like that too.

He looked around, as if looking for it, but also as if he was looking casually.Loki touched everywhere, circled the closed room, and finally stopped in front of the storage.

Just when I thought he was going to look up at the storage, Loki suddenly turned his head.

I was startled, and turned around.

But there was nothing in the phantom, except for Loki, there was no one in the room, and there was no sound.

I looked blankly at Loki in the phantom, and after a moment of confusion, I realized that Loki in the image was not looking at the entrance.

He was looking at where I was sitting.

The deceitful god who used his true appearance quickly raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a cunning flash in his dark blue eyes.

"Don't forget," he said.

what?

Who is he talking to?

I was shocked.

There is no one else in the illusion but him, and he looks at my position, then——

Through time and space, Loki is talking to me?

As soon as this idea was formed in my heart, the image of the past has disappeared.All the old gods who have been here have disappeared, leaving only the ruins of the current reality.

And "that thing" gradually taking shape in the air.

He changes, but not much.The white "shadow" is still transparent, but it looks more like a personal shape than before.

"That thing" slowly fell in front of me.

No aggression, no anger, and no other emotions.I can feel that he is stronger than all the times I have encountered him before.

This is no longer a problem that I or BB can solve by simply "absorbing" Him.

I stood up.

He also made a standing gesture.

As I move forward, so does He.I stopped and He was only a foot away from me.

"That thing" imitated my movements, hugged his chest empty, as if there was a petri dish in his arms.

I can feel……

He resonates with me.

Fernando was wrong when he said that I was His vessel in the world.I thought sadly.

At this moment, the real "He" stood in front of me, and I finally understood what He had just shown me those memories for.

"All the old gods appeared in my life," I whispered, "with a conspiracy, and it was you who conspired. Are you trying to tell me that?"

The words of self-questioning and self-answering are exported, but I understand that this is not a problem.

This is the answer.

What He is thinking and what He wants to express, even without vocal cords and mouth, can be conveyed to me without hindrance.

The first time I entered His "body", He felt furious and frantically forced me to leave—that was not His emotion and thought, and "that thing" itself had no human emotion or thought.

All His actions, thoughts, and words come from me.

It was I who wanted to leave, and He drove me away.

It was I who wanted to communicate with Him, so He had the urge to communicate.

It was I who did not understand His language, so with further contact He "learned" my language.

Right at this very moment, I just realized this.

Ever since Zeus mentioned "His" existence, I have been thinking about his connection to me.

Is it that He will descend on me, just like the gods appearing in front of human beings in ancient mythology?Or would he ruthlessly deprive me of my personality and thinking, and occupy my body?

Neither is.

I am He.

If it weren't for my parents' sacrifice of soul and body, I would never have been born smoothly.

It's just that the body came to this world first, but the energy is separated from the body because it does not belong to the real world.

Now, He finally found me.

【—The moment of choice has come, Nicole. 】

His voice rang in my ears.

I knew that this voice did not come from the white shadow in front of me, but that I said so to myself from the bottom of my heart.

What to choose?

For the first time, I understood "His"—or, "I"'s goal.

This thing exists without purpose, without humanity, without any way of thinking and emotional value that belongs to life on earth.

Therefore, the purpose of his coming here has no conspiracy or ambition.

He has only one life instinct, which is reproduction and expansion.

In the memory of "I", when Fernando...or Tezcatlipoca heard the voice of "His", it was not a formed sentence, but felt His instinct.

Come to think of it, my godfather was always on my side.

He betrayed the old gods, he betrayed mankind, but he always stood by my side.

Thinking of this, I laughed a few times.

If I accept him, he will expand endlessly in reality.I don't know exactly how to expand and reproduce. He didn't come in a real sense, so I don't understand how he will continue life.

But correspondingly, I can also destroy him.

Completely transform him into pure energy, give it to the old gods, or give it to the new gods, or use it for other purposes.

In this way, I can continue to live a simple life, no different from ordinary people.

In other words, whether to destroy the world or save the world is in my mind.

This……

I took a deep breath.

"If it were you, how would you choose?"

I looked down at BB in my arms.

In this world, only this will not grow up, maybe the fetus in the petri dish forever is my real "relative".

"Destroy the world or save the world," I whispered, "Which one would you choose?"

Is there no other plan?

The burden is too heavy, and I don't think no matter which one I choose, I won't be able to meet Fernando's so-called "happiness" in a true sense.

Kill a part of yourself.

Or let him come to the real world and wait for the unknown consequences.

"I hate choosing one or the other," I said to myself.

"It's not an RPG game from Biosoft. Why do you want me to do this kind of dilemma?"

"—You actually have a third choice, Nicole."

The sudden voice startled me.

Even the white shadow standing in front of me trembled following my reaction.

I followed the sound and lowered my head, and saw the plastic doll that Loki gave me before, jumped out of my pocket, grabbed my clothes and jumped all the way to the back of my hand, dancing in front of me.

Rocky doll looked at me seriously with a pair of beady eyes: "Leave it to me."

I:"……"

Don't you think your style of painting is a bit wrong now?