The protagonist wants to steal my script again

This rain has been falling for a long time, and not only does it not stop, it even keeps getting bigger and bigger.

Gradually, the forest began to be flooded little by little.

Noah still remembered that he couldn't let all the prisoners die at once, so when the water level started to rise, he took the time to change the position of the remaining prisoners—hanging to the top of the giant tree.

In stark contrast to the violent storm outside, they still lead a peaceful and even warm life inside the tree house.

At first An Minghui didn't pay special attention, but later he realized what Noah was doing.After all, Noah left every five days, and he never felt the presence of other prisoners or the sound of fighting, what else could be the reason?

This is a very cruel method. It is actually not necessary to exchange tens of days in the same way as slaughtering livestock.

So An Ming said to Noah with a dark smile: "Give them a good time, even if all the prisoners die, there will still be five days left for us between the laws, enough to miss this place."

This is the only goodwill he has left for those prisoners, and it also means that the time between him and Noah is only five days.

The two of them left the forest that was gradually being flooded by the rainstorm, and came to the area of ​​ice and snow that was melting rapidly.

There is no particular reason, but An Minghui felt that it would be dull to watch such heavy rain every day. Although the situation in other places is also very bad, it is good to look at another place.

They sat on an iceberg that had mostly melted and floated in the sea. An Minghui propped his chin with one hand, looked at the sunset that was half-swallowed by the sea level with a very soft expression, and first elicited a question like chatting. Topic: "Actually, I quite like the number one thousand and one."

"In a certain human civilization, this number is easily reminiscent of a fairy tale. It is a very beautiful existence."

"Do you like fairy tales?" Noah asked.

"It's okay, but compared to tragic stories, I really like fairy tales." An Ming replied with a dark smile, and raised his finger to touch the corner of Noah's eyes, "I don't really read many stories. But I also know some. One Thousand and One Nights is a storybook, and there is a chapter in it called "The Story of the Man Who Never Laughs."

After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Noah, just in time to meet the eyes of the other party staring at him, but now that eyes no longer make people feel cold and scary, instead, even the corners of the eyes and brows Much gentler, as if with a faint smile.

Noah seemed to be waiting for him to continue, so An Minghui followed this topic and told this simple but meaningful story.

"...I seem to have said it a little too long, but in my opinion this is a very concise story." Eyelids drooped slightly, An Ming always had a faint smile on his dark face, "In short, for a person who has no real For those who have had happiness, there are two doors in the world that should never be opened."

"One is a door that allows people to encounter happiness, and the other is a door that allows people to return to the original point after having had happiness."

After finishing speaking, An Minghui looked at Noah again, and the corners of his mouth rose a little more, revealing a gentle smile that Noah couldn't move his eyes every time he looked at it: "So you can promise me that you will never open it." The second door? After leaving here, I hope you will be happier than now."

"with you."

An Minghui rolled his eyes with a smile: "Yes, come with me. Didn't you still say that you want to have a baby for me?"

It was his thousandth lie, with 10 minutes left before the five-day time limit expired.

So he smiled and murmured to himself in a low voice: "It's only the last step away from the fairy tale."

An Ming looked back at Noah, and saw that pair of pupils that were already bright in color seemed to be shining—it seemed that his god really liked him.

"There's still some time left, so I'll tell another fairy tale about the Little Mermaid."

The angel bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun unhurriedly told a rather poignant story, from the first sentence to the last sentence, with a slight smile on his face.

"...In the end, the little mermaid still couldn't bear to kill the prince with a knife, so after kissing the prince's forehead, she jumped into the sea and turned into foam."

After telling the ending of the story, An Minghui suddenly stood up, turned his back to the sunset behind him, and looked down at Noah.

"Next, please enjoy the last fairy tale presented to you by Mr. Liar." He saluted in a decent imitation of a bard, and every word he uttered seemed to have a gentle smile, "I I have no expectations for the scenery that may be seen in the future. If I can choose, I would rather my peaceful daily life has never been broken."

After finishing speaking, the lying angel bent down and gently placed a kiss on the forehead of the god, then stood up straight again, opened his arms, and stretched his wings. Those wings were dyed orange red by the setting sun, just like the angel on the face of the angel at this moment. As warm as a smile:

"Good night, my dear prince, I wish you sweet dreams."

An Minghui took a step back and stood on the edge of the iceberg, voluntarily letting himself fall backwards and fall into the sea.

Noah watched An Minghui fall, his pupils constricted, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it. He obviously grabbed the thin wrist, but he didn't catch anything. He could only watch helplessly as his angel dissipated into a Countless bright spots of light fell into the sea like foam.

In the next second, the rules collapsed, and when Noah came back to his senses, he had already sat on his own divine seat again, and his body was filled with divine power again.

Except for the Supreme God, no one knows that the Law Room is the place where new gods are screened, and the only prisoner who survives to the end will be given godhood.

Above the throne of God is still the silence and emptiness that he is all too familiar with, it seems that those lower gods still haven't been able to get the approval of this highest god domain.

But where did his angel go?

Almost in an instant, Noah's spiritual power has spread to cover every corner of the God Realm, the continent and even the abyss, but the information returned by the spiritual power can only make him more and more at a loss: no, nowhere , he couldn't find An Minghui.

Subconsciously touched the nape of the neck that should have glands, but when his fingers touched it, Noah realized that there was nothing there, no glands belonging to Omega, and no pheromones belonging to An Minghui remained.

At this point, the illusion carefully woven by the gods finally opened a huge hole, and began to collapse at an alarming speed.

It was he who never really cared about his angel before, it was he who never listened to the hymn sung by An Minghui, it was he who personally deprived An Minghui of his status as an angel, it was he who dyed those wings in a gray color He was the one who imprisoned An Minghui in the law...

"Child..." Noah raised his hand to touch his lower abdomen, but he couldn't feel a wave of life there. Obviously, even this child never existed.

The last ray of light in the god's eyes dimmed, and the golden pupils were frighteningly empty, like a pool of stagnant water that could no longer reflect anything.

"No...impossible...it's his child..." Muttering to himself, Noah forcefully tore his lower abdomen with his fingertips, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he tore the wound even more Big, and then stuck his fingers into it, groping for the child that never existed, mixed with the blood that kept gushing out, "Impossible, impossible..."

The golden-red blood of God kept slipping from the throne, fell into the lower God Realm, and then fell into the mainland. It contained too much power, which caused catastrophic space rifts to appear frequently.

It wasn't until the corners of his mouth began to overflow with blood, that Noah's self-torturing digging of his abdomen finally came to a halt, and the last piece of illusion that covered reality finally came off.

——You are not really an Omega, you are a god.You can't get pregnant.

——If you lie beyond the thousandth, you will be punished.

—— Next, please enjoy the last fairy tale that Mr. Liar presents to you.

He is a god, and it is impossible for a god to give birth to an angel.

He escaped from the law, and only the sole survivor can leave there.

After all, he opened the second door and brought everything back to the original point, but his angel was still missing from this original point.

In the end, he was still an incompetent god, failing to fulfill the promise he had made to the angel, and also failing to fulfill the wish made by his angel.

If the price of dereliction of duty is to lose his angel forever, then this punishment is too harsh.

Noah sat there quietly, thinking that many of the creations on the mainland regard God as their belief and an indispensable hope, but what if even God loses his belief?

The god ignored his bloody wound that was still bleeding, and just leaned on the seat of his own, softly singing a hymn that An Minghui often sang in a hoarse voice.

From time to time, a little blood gushes from his throat, making the song less coherent.

At the end of the last note, Noah tore his throat with his blood-stained fingers, allowing the blood to spurt out in large quantities, and allowing the divine power in his body to frantically rush in all directions without even making a cry of pain.

Next, he personally gouged out his own eyes, carefully wrapped them with all the remaining divine power in his body, and properly stored them in the safest place under the throne.

In this way, the origin of the law existing in his eyes will not be destroyed, and this continent will not collapse completely.

An Minghui said that he liked that continent, and he also liked these eyes, he remembered them all.

***

There was a period of disaster in the history of the mainland, which was called the twilight of the gods by later people.

On that day, the God Realm collapsed, the gods died, and the continent was also shrouded in boundless disasters.

Countless believers have lost their faith, and there is no god in the world who can send down protection.

Countless scholars devoted their efforts to excavating and speculating on the origin of Ragnarok, but so far no one has been able to truly know the reason for this sudden disaster.