Chapter 87 Diary of the Out of Chapter (8)

*Outline Diary 8/8

*The out-of-text diary is a background supplement, explaining the reasons and process of the formation of His ideas, and can answer many questions. It is recommended to read.

It seemed that He had been watching this planet for a long time.

A long time came to his face, and He saw that it took hundreds of millions of years to build his own form. And He seemed to have existed before this, witnessing the plates shifting, the earth cracked the oceans, and squeezed each other to form mountains. The towering mountains were hit by the wind and rain, and the bottomless ocean turned into a cold valley after the climate evaporated.

Since its birth, it took more than 100,000 years to breed the initial life under the right conditions. At first, they lived and died, feeding on plants and dew, and then gradually had blood and heartbeat. One of them stood out and had running limbs, eyes and ears used to find prey. At the same time, plants and trees also had their own wisdom. They consciously prey, they initially learned to breed and grazed, they walked aimlessly, they piled up stones and wood to build nests for themselves, and they symbiotically with birds and insects to obtain nutrients.

Tribes become cities, and cities are born with civilization.

The forest becomes the whole of life, and the cycle never stops.

This is the joy of prosperity and the prelude to decline.

He saw that one day, somewhere in the universe, the laws changed, and extraordinary powers came to this planet. These powers did not bring much change to the unformed world. Hundreds of years after the extraordinary power appeared, this small planet itself had problems. The star core began to extinguish, its rotation and revolution began to slow down, and it deviated from the sun. The climate gradually became colder, spring became shorter and shorter, and soon, the first "cold winter" appeared.

The life born here learns from then on coldness and hunger.

Then in the Great Cold Tide, 90% of life died.

With the expectation of all the survivors in the end, she ascended the throne, found the last possibility of "continuation", stopped the cold winter, became a great goddess, and opened up the only place of hope for survivors.

It has not let go for one thousand two hundred and thirty years.

The process of destruction was forcibly stopped, but it was still advancing slowly. The inevitable ending was not something that an incomplete god could resist. It was predicted that all intelligent life on the planet would become extinct in the 3617th year, leaving only the God of Order himself. Before this, an individual living was frantically out of control and embarked on the path of departing from God's proverbs, seeking destruction and the meaning of life, and thus entered the thousand-year-old ice field.

after……

The tide of time is surging. Since then, hundreds of years of loneliness and loneliness can be passed by. How insignificant the occasional loneliness is, it is not enough to stop thinking, or even a little decoration on the long journey. The individual seeks promotion, pursues past civilizations, digests potions, and is hostile to the God of Order, and defeats it in the final battle of gods, bringing the destruction of snow wind to the planet.

The individual stood on the lifeless ice field for a long time, silent for a long time, then looked up at the sky, and his eyes were facing Him.

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The declining king opens his eyes.

His roots penetrated deeply into the planet in his arms, tightly wrapped around the dead star core, and his unconsciously rubbed fangs and sharp teeth made a harsh sound. He seemed to have been staring at the floating stone ball for a long time.

He looked at the dead planet without any emotion, and there seemed to be ice frozen for a thousand years in every eye.

He stretched out a hand and gently brushed across the planet's atmosphere. The cold cyclone that had frozen thousands of miles exploded like fireworks, causing the white frost to condense on His claws and hair. Then they condensed into water droplets, fell from the fur, fell from thousands of meters high, and smashed a deep freshwater lake on the surface. God found a fleeting pleasure in this phenomenon, and then huge rain fell one after another, the ocean and lake formed one after another, and the dry cracks became natural winding riverbeds.

The ice layer dozens of meters thick was easily wiped off by His hands and piled up somewhere to turn into continuous glaciers. The broad and deserted plain spread out like white paper in God's hands. God found it interesting, so the vines and roots rushed to leave the core, whipping the surface of the planet, and using incomparable power to depict mountains and ravines and ravines, shaking the earth and the sky. The mountains formed in His palms, and when the clouds were stirred, heavy rain poured down, gathering into a stream and rushing into lakes and seas along His fingertips.

This allows the world where life is born to form.

The declining king raised his head, and a meteor passed by Him. He fell on the back of his hand because of His turn, and turned into stones and a pool of water.

He searched for other necessary conditions and soon discovered that there was light and heat in a distant nebula. He took the prototype planet there, placed it in a suitable position, determined the speed of rotation and revolution, and then reignited the cold star core.

The new mountains stand tall and the plains are vast and boundless. As they rotate, light and wind gradually appear. The land has temperature, and the possibility of new life emerges everywhere on the planet. The breeze blows along the mountains, soars freely on the sea, stirring up the clouds, and gathers into a stormless wind and rain without traces. The vast plains are filled with white clouds, and the smooth sea of ​​mirrors produces waves, and vitality reappears in the dead world.

So the cradle of life is completed.

The declining king stared at the planet and barely learned from his long memory that it was his birthplace.

Then he made himself forget this irrelevant thing. He looked at this brand new planet and thought with a little expectation when a new life will be born and whether a new civilization will be born.

At the same time, I recalled my homeland that seemed to have been destroyed, and the memory of the planet I have recorded and witnessed completely.

He realized that He represented the death of civilizations and also the traces of their existence. Life and death, prosperity and decline were just part of the cosmic cycle, and the necessary decorations to embellish the dreams of the original great existence. Nothing is unforgiven or nothing is undestroyed.

I am the "stele of civilization", both a tombstone and a monument. Therefore, there is no need to immerse myself in the cold pain. I will set off, you will be reborn and move towards the next story that has ended. After hundreds, thousands of years, a new life and a new civilization will be born here. At that time, I will come and we will meet again, with a completely different look.

Leading the living civilization to the end and sending the dead world to new life. The guide, witness of the cycle of life and death, and the gods who travel permanently in the starry sky are the "declined kings".

I have been lonely, hated, confused, afraid of death but expect destruction, and pursued the end with all my might. Now everything has returned to silence, and only the gods who travel in the sea of ​​stars will last forever.

Its real name is "Alkaturia Winter". But what stands here is no longer the life that looks up at the stars when you are desperate.

Winter has arrived and everything is about to die. However, spring is waiting.

——"I am the lord of withering and the decaying king."

——"Yes, the final journey of all life."

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THE END-

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The out of context diary ends.

Withering Pathway Sequence 0: The Monument of Civilization

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