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After chatting with the real outer god for a while, the real creator felt that he had a lot of new ideas.

He was also more convinced that if an alien god who could communicate (without even needing to discuss whether he had enough rationality and a good temper) appeared on the earth, then the seven gods would definitely be able to open up a new way of life (to put it mildly).

It is often said that human nature cannot withstand temptation, and there seems to be some truth to it.

"It is natural for God to judge things with his own authority. Just like the Mother Goddess judges that all living things are and should be her children. He loves you humans deeply, and he also loves to control, kill, and regenerate you constantly.

The feeling of being a 'mother'; just as the mother tree believes that all life should serve desire loyally and release malice arbitrarily, the prisoner path will have a moment of explosion no matter how restrained it is, and will definitely get closer to the image of the 'mother of desire'

. The secret is toying with the fate of gods including yourself at will, persistently creating 'errors' that do not exist, and you - no, the original has been fulfilling the obligations of omniscience and omnipotence and taming humans into their own lambs... Every day

Each god has his own way of existence, and all hope that they can be the ultimate correct (initial) of the universe."

"This is the lifestyle of gods outside that you can't imagine."

The True Creator sat on the sofa next to him and nodded thoughtfully:

"This is indeed a method we would not choose or take the initiative to contact, but how do you deal with the madness when you survive like this?"

The Declined King pondered for a moment: "I have seen many gods and many races. I feel that 'crazy need to be resisted' should be a moral shackle attached to you humans."

"It seems that while you are becoming gods, you also demand that gods be 'yourself', instead of being willing to let go of yourself and merge with the great spirits of the past. This is the most stable way...and this way is called 'crazy' by you.

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"Don't the Outer Gods pay attention to themselves?" The True Creator wrote this on the notebook in his hand, and waved to the third person in this space, "Medici, turn up the lights a little brighter."

"But Lord, you don't need light to see, right?"

"It's a vibe."

Medici flicked the chandelier in the living room.

Under the bright light, the true Creator continued to chat with the mythical creature on the other side. Rather than saying that the tree was sitting on the sofa, it was better to say that He was entrenched there, and the entire sofa was made of layers of branches and vines.

A ball of genuine leather wrapped in a deformable spring.

But He also knew that the sofa was actually flat, with a talking doll with green eyes and white hair sitting on it chatting with the Lord, looking at things without turning his head, and even eating without moving his mouth. What He saw was actually at the spiritual level.

reality".

"If you say 'self', I'm going to throw out the observations I've been making."

I don’t know where the sound came from from this strange-shaped tree. The sound was low and hoarse. At first glance, it sounded like an old man. But if you listened carefully, you seemed to hear the voice of a middle-aged man. It seemed like many different voices were mixed together.

Together, it's weird and interesting.

"You tell me." the researcher said with interest.

The Declined King held his chin with his hand, his mouth did not move when he spoke, and his voice did not come from his throat:

"According to my observation, what you call 'human nature' can be simply distinguished into good and evil, good and bad, and moral standards in the early days. Human nature in this period can be expressed according to the choice of acting method."

"In short, although there is forward play, the focus is not on the forward and reverse, but on the extraordinary person himself. If you do not regard killing the same kind as wrong, then strictly follow the forward play, and you can use the method of killing

When solving problems, he does not kill people, but deliberately reminds himself to pay attention to human life and do good deeds to accumulate virtue. On the contrary, it goes against his own nature, that is, 'human nature'."

"Or, sometimes the positive role itself also has gaps for killing people."

The True Creator nodded: "I was aware of this when I was still in the Second Age and the Third Age."

"At that time, people were extremely prosperous, and those who possessed strength and characteristics were often not humans. They generally regarded humans as wild animals that were easy to hunt, and the few who were intelligent and did not lack this kind of meat were treated as slaves."

"Later, under pressure from me at that time, some extraordinary races slightly elevated the status of humans. But even if they intellectually regard humans as a type of intelligent creature rather than wild animals, they still don't think so instinctively.

If you want to eat people but can't, if you want to use human slaves but can't, if you want to hunt humans for fun but don't dare to offend, if things go on like this, there will be something wrong with your heart, and you may even lose control."

"Yes."

The Declined King asked again: "How do you classify 'me or me'? Is it based on memory or on one's own distinct personality? - Is it necessary to have both? Then it's no wonder that you always compare losing control with

Crazy is the same, but it’s actually not the same.”

The True Creator mused: “Often we want both.”

"Use your memory to clarify your identity, and use your character traits to confirm that you are still yourself."

"But I feel that the Seven Gods no longer have this style. Judging from their behavior all the time... I just feel that they seem to have some stereotypes about human nature and humans."

"How to say?"

"Judging from the folk customs of the countries under the rule of the gods, I suspect that they think that human beings can be 'biased', so they will deliberately remind themselves of their biases, such as being biased against the Northern and Southern Continents, and biased against high-ranking people who are both believers.

Ordinary partialities, partialities towards the church and the wild... some of them are no longer just a matter of interests. Later, they will rely on these partialities to believe that they still have humanity."

"This topic of yours is of great value for further exploration..."

"I once had a student who tried to use the method of 'belief in the same God' to eliminate the inequality of wealth and status between people. Everyone needs to hand over their property and then enjoy equal power and status...

This will inevitably lead to a decline in the lives of some people, and those who reject this decline will be regarded as not being pious enough..."

As a born mythical creature and a war angel who has followed the Creator for several epochs and thousands of years, the Medici are actually very willing to listen to the Lord talk about their glorious past.

This is different from the human concept of "people start to miss the past when they get old." The memory of an angel with an infinite lifespan is also a clear and long picture that will not fade. He simply likes to listen to the Creator showing off and praising His majesty back then.

However, at this moment, two true gods were chattering in front of him, discussing something that could not be said to have nothing to do with him, but only had nothing to do with him. After listening to it for two and a half minutes, Medici felt bored and wanted to leave quickly and go to the garden.

Smoking a cigarette. He couldn't find a chance to speak, so he raised his hand to report. He hit the real Creator who was addicted to the discussion three times before he turned to look at Him, and then waved his hand very quickly as an answer.

Medici left as if he had been granted amnesty. The door was too far away and he climbed through the window. There was a shoe print on the polished window frame.

"That's great." Sauron let out a long yawn, and Medici felt like his tears were about to burst out of his eyes. "I learned a lot."

"I understand, but I don't fully understand."

Einhorn also watched the discussion between the two true gods about humanity and divinity. He was confused and had only a half-understanding, but he felt that he would be contaminated if he continued to listen: "It doesn't feel as good as... torturing the Iron Cross."

Medici rarely retorted immediately, but waited until both of them had finished speaking before scolding them with a smile. This shows that he also agreed with the two conquerors in his heart.

"The boys from the Iron Cross seem to be going back. What a pity, I haven't practiced enough yet."

Red Angel lit up the cigarette and puffed out the smoke in a casual and wild way, as if the purpose was to taste the pungency of the smoke rather than the so-called mellowness - if you already smoke, don't use illusory things to hypnotize yourself - "They

I got a secret report yesterday afternoon and hurriedly went to find You An, and then You An asked the Lord for instructions, and the Lord approved it for them."

Medici said to himself jokingly:

"Hunters will take action upon hearing the news, and the land will raise their swords."

…

"In the universe, it is unimaginable to have multiple true gods occupying one planet. Embracing great ideas, stepping into the stars, roaming and fighting is the correct, or 'public' choice."

"I see. It seems that the initial awakening has given the earth too much blessing."

"Yes, even if there are, they are usually non-adjacent pathways. The adjacent pathways should have finished fighting long ago. There are too many pathways like Earth, but it has formed a certain circle and magical balance. It is indeed unique."

"So, I have always had a question - why is there no dual-path true god except you?"

"I was very curious about this, and further studied human myths (Mazo looked up)...the version after your death (Mazo was hit by an arrow in the knee). The only conclusion I could draw from it was: maybe it was because of the God of Death

After death, when living beings no longer have confidence in the world after death, each god begins to promise his followers an 'afterlife'... It can be seen that human beings are afraid of death, and gods are no exception. So since they are afraid of death

, since you are afraid of the end, why do you still want to kill the Lord of the Star Boundary? Why not take action in the adjacent way?"

The Declined King raised his own question: "If you really got rid of the original at that time, or even went further, I might have left with half of my source material, and waited for the future gathering to come back. But you actually died and were divided.

Eat it. Isn't the 'death' that humans fear a specific concept? Dying by robbing adjacent pathways is not as good as dying at the end of the world? Why is this?"

"I can't answer your question."

The true creator looked embarrassed: "I can only understand the failure at that time as underestimating the desire and ambition of those three bastards for power, and the backup plan I prepared was not used to deal with that battle, as well as the other gods present.

I chose to go to the theater again."

There was no expression change on the outer god's face, but the true creator felt a sense of ridicule inexplicably.

Just as He was about to count his sins in detail, the Outer God suddenly received a phone call. After a moment, He accepted the sacrifice and took a paper report in his hand.

The True Creator took a look and saw a series of capital handwritten words on the cover:

"Experimental Report on Hybridization of Apple Trees and Broiler Chickens"

...The True Creator turned his head hesitantly and stared at the white wall. After a few seconds of confusion, he looked at it again. He began to think about whether any of the current scientific researchers' brains or imaginations had gone crazy, or maybe there was something wrong with them.

Obsessed.

The Declined King was not surprised. He found a red pen from nowhere, flipped through the catalog and cover and made a tick.

"...This is your student too."

"No." The Outer God said, "At most, it's just a public class."

"I'll take a look at his report, and we'll talk about the rest later. You accepted my agreement, and my curse of power will always be lent to you. Maybe being crazy is more comfortable for you than being awake."

The true creator couldn't hide his curiosity: "I want to know some details of this experiment."

The Decline King is not stingy: "He wants to cross an apple tree with a broiler chicken so that chickens will grow from the tree like apples."

"Who taught him to do this experiment?!"

"After my teaching and prompting, he has now abandoned this unrealistic idea. He has chosen a new direction. He hopes that apples can have the texture, nutritional value and taste of chicken, but they are still essentially apples."
To be continued...