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"Nicole, wait, listen to me—"

Loki tried to stop me, but it was too late.

I raised my hand, and "that thing" between me and me also extended its hand.His fingertips crossed Loki's shoulders, without divine power, without protection, and he made contact with me in a real sense for the first time.

The next moment, the non-existent strong wind pushed Loki out, and then enveloped me.

In the middle of the strong wind, the white shadow of "that thing" melted and dissipated, and then flowed into my body along my fingertips.

Before he dissipated completely, I heard my voice ringing in my ears.

【It's finally complete. 】

I know this voice comes from the bottom of my heart.

Then I can "see" in the cognitive world that forces from all directions are rapidly gathering around me.

This is "that thing" that possesses other normal humans.

Having found the main body, he gave up his possession and chose to join me.

In this case……

Meryl shouldn't have any influence, right?

I breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, countless memories, endless power, and more indescribable peeling sensations flooded all my senses.

Yes, peeling.

It seems that something has stripped me from the category of human beings. He gently peeled off my skin and removed all the human spirit and body that I have in this world.

It turns out that this is the price of combining two into one.

"That thing", the other me, the power that cannot enter the real world, no matter what it is, it only wants to be related to this world, but it doesn't want the humanity of this world.

If it was Loki, he might happily accept all this, and then use his own consciousness to pull him and "that thing" out of this world.

But I can't.

I still have friends and relatives in this world.

I haven't had time to say a single word to my sane father.

I choose to accept Him, not to be some god.But to fix it all.

This thought quickly flashed through my mind, and I suddenly woke up.

…………

……

Someone dies.

I came outside the ruins, on the east side of the rusty barbed wire fence, and Fernando was sitting in the SUV.

He turned his head and looked at me, with tenderness in his sleepless eyes: "You made a choice, good job, Nicole."

I looked at Fernando very sadly: "What will happen to you after that?"

Fernando tilted his head.

The godfather's face full of stories didn't seem to care. He didn't want to know what would happen to him when it was all over.

"I don't know," Fernando replied truthfully, "I'm sorry, I can't walk with you anymore, chica."

"I……"

"Don't cry."

Am I crying again?

I knew very well that it wasn't me who actually appeared in front of Fernando.After meeting "that thing", my body disintegrated inch by inch.I couldn't see my appearance from my line of sight, but I knew that the one standing in front of Fernando was definitely not Nicole Hawke.

But he still sees me crying and he still calls me Nicole.

"Maybe it's a good thing for me," Fernando said, "You know I'm not who I am now. Just do something for me, okay? You always want to do something for me, yes Bar?"

Two rhetorical questions made me gradually calm down.

I nodded.

"Go ahead, Nicole."

Fernando said calmly, "Go do what you want."

Someone wakes up.

I saw heavy trucks parked on the edge of the endless road.A familiar figure came out of the convenience store at the gas station. It was my father.Carrying coffee and food, he walked to his truck and turned his head as if feeling something.

The moment our eyes meet, I can clearly see the fierce color flashing in my dad's chaotic and closed eyes.His body tensed up, showing an absolute alert posture.

But soon he realized that it was me standing in front of him.

The father's vigilance disappeared immediately.

He passed the lunch box he was carrying forward, and I realized that it contained my favorite beef stew: "Do you want to eat it?"

I laughed.

"It'll get better soon, Dad," I said, "I've finally found a solution."

Dad said "hmm".

I know he didn't understand what I said. After losing his soul, Ares will no longer think about the relationship between "that thing" and the old gods.He just trusted me unconditionally and agreed with the choices I made.

"Do not be too tired."

He said: "Even if there are regrets, it is the result of your hard work."

For the dull and closed father, this is already a very long sentence.

"I see."

I said sincerely, "I understand."

Someone is waiting for hope.

I saw Eden, the goddess of youth, running out of the room with bare feet. She lifted her skirt and stepped directly into the soil of the garden with her clean and slender feet.She raised her head, shock was revealed on her delicate face, and then tears of hope quickly condensed and fell in her eye sockets.

"Apple trees, apple trees are recovering!"

She covered her mouth and screamed.

I followed Eden's line of sight and saw that the long-withered apple tree in the center of the garden was rapidly sprouting, blooming, and finally bearing fruit at a speed visible to the naked eye.Full-grown golden apples hung among the leaves, glistening in the bright sunlight.

Eden turned to look at me.

The lingering sadness in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and Eden smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Nicole."

The Goddess of Youth expressed her sincere gratitude: "Thank you for keeping your promise!"

I pursed my lips and said, "Can you lend me some golden apples?"

Eden spread his arms generously.

"Of course!"

Her voice was as sweet as a silver bell: "You resurrected it, you have the right to choose how to use it, as long as, as long as the tree is left!"

In the end, her tone was almost earnest.

I couldn't help laughing: "What do I want a tree to do?"

Then I raised my hand, and three golden apples fell from the tree.One of them shook and came to my palm.

Before I had time to be confused about how to swallow the pure gold apple, when the golden apple touched my skin, it shattered and turned into mottled golden light like fine sand, entering my skin.

Immediately afterwards, the peeling feeling that lingered around me faded away inch by inch.

My gradually erratic soul is slowly falling to the ground, my dissipated body is being reshaped, and the lost feeling of being a human being is returning little by little.

Under Eden's surprised gaze, I looked at my palm, and—

So suffocating!

I took a deep breath, only to realize that I was not panting just now.

"Nicole!"

Eden ran up to me with the hem of her skirt in surprise, and took my hands directly: "You succeeded? You succeeded!"

To be precise, the Golden Apple succeeded.

I looked down at the hand that Eden was holding, and looked sideways. There was nothing wrong with it being human hands.

At the same time, I can feel that the energy in my body is unprecedentedly full. If I said that I drank a glass of water when I absorbed a single "that thing" before, then now my body is filled with a vast ocean.

Sure enough, as Loki said, the golden apple eliminated the "negative state" I didn't want, and preserved the part of me as the old god-that is, the human part.

"That's great," Eden said happily, "but Nicole, what do you want the other two golden apples for?"

"Ah... oh!"

I looked at the golden apples on the ground, moved my fingers, and the two apples immediately disappeared in place, going where they should go.

Then I took out my phone.

As I expected, within a short period of time, the screen of my mobile phone displayed a lot of missed calls and unread messages, and it kept jingling and jumping out.

A couple of missed calls, from Rocky, which I ignored.

As for the news—

[I heard from other new gods that the reading of 'that thing' is completely gone. 】

【you made it? ! 】

[Hurry up, let me see you, can I get the news? 】

Needless to say, this is certainly the god of new media.

I skipped this strange number and continued to scroll down, news from Artemis, news from Meryl and Pandora, news from Hermes, etc., etc., I couldn't get back in a short time.

Nicole Hawke was an ordinary high school student in a community middle school half a year ago.The only person I can call my best friend is Meryl, whom I grew up with.

But now, seeing everyone's caring greetings, I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

"Are you busy," Eden asked. "If you are, I won't keep you for dinner."

"It's a bit—"

My smile froze on my face.

"Go and call Odin," I instructed, "this tree can no longer be planted in El Paso, it will be stolen, and you have to find a way to transplant it back to Denmark."

After finishing speaking, I let go of the hand held by Eden, and as soon as I thought about it, I left Odin's back garden.

Back at the base site of the Lazarus Project, I stood outside the barbed wire.

Fernando's car was still there, but he was gone.

I stopped five paces away and saw a complete stranger get out of the driver's seat.

He is tall, muscular, and nearly middle-aged, with dark skin and Native American features.He was a little dazed when he saw me clearly, but soon he realized the situation.

"I'm very sorry."

The man spoke with a remnant accent of an ancient language: "Nicole, I'm sorry."

I know who he is.

Part of Fernando is the Lord of the Night in Aztec mythology, and the other part is the product of his transaction with "that thing".

Now I take back all traces of "that thing" left in this world, the lost golden apples, and one of them restores it to what it should have been.

Standing in front of me is the real Tezcatlipoca.

With "that thing" becoming one with me, Fernando ceased to exist.

"It's ok."

I know what he's apologizing for.

Tezcatlipoca has Fernando's memory, but he is never Fernando.

"It's not your problem," I said, "welcome back."

The Native God of America sends me a restrained smile.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and after confirming that I had no intention of resisting, the palm of his hand fell on my shoulder.

"I can still help you, Nicole," Tezcatlipoca said. "From now on, if you have difficulties and troubles, you can also come to me like him."

"Thank you." I nodded.

Tezcatlipoca nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.

I watched his figure slowly disappear on the horizon.

No need to say goodbye, I know he will meet me someday.It's just that for a newly "resurrected" god, he has too many things to deal with.

only……

I bit my lip.

When the sadness of parting rose in my heart, the mobile phone in my pocket vibrated again.

After pressing the answer button, a familiar voice rang from my ears.

"Nicole?"

It's my dad.

In my 16 years of life, I have never heard him say my name in such a trembling way: "My dear daughter, you did it."

I held the phone and smiled.

"Dad," I said, "I miss you so much."