I am God Chapter 99: ：An ordinary story

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The horrific disaster subsided.

This day.

People in the whole city stopped working and started celebrating.

But at this moment, they don’t understand the significance of this city, what it will bring and what changes it will bring to all the birdmen. They are just celebrating God’s protection and manifestation, and also celebrating their death. The rest of the life.

The temple was fully open to the outside, and many people came to pray. Wave after wave of people climbed up along the uneven tree root slope, and came to the temple that was integrated with the giant tree.

The canopy of trees overhead blocked the sun and the rain that always fell.

Looking back, the trees and roots wrapped around the entire city. The city no longer looked like a city but more like a huge bird's nest.

Some young people climbed higher and climbed to the tops of the surrounding trees. They clung to the branches with sharp claws and looked into the distance. At this moment, they felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they had been standing there countless years ago. Soaring so high into the distance.

Unfortunately, I don’t know when they will be able to find their lost wings.

"Let us thank God for his protection."

"Thank God..."

"Thank God..."

Thousands of people knelt on the **** and began to worship under the guidance of the monks.

The old woman and her family kowtowed step by step, and finally entered the temple together with her family. She raised her head and saw the statue of a **** that was completely different from what she had remembered, although she said that gods have different characteristics. Looks good, but still feels a little lost.

The crowd was so big that the old woman got separated from her family.

She did not yell, but looked to the other side, and then quietly passed through the side door that prevented people from entering the temple casually, with a smile that belonged to an old child on her face, just like the one she had when she was a teenager. The restless and noisy self returned to me again.

Unknowingly, she reached the end of the corridor alone. She wanted to take a look at the stone statue carved according to her story.

What she didn't expect was that someone came here before her.

She saw a figure in front of the statue, sizing it up, but there was no sense of respect or admiration in his movements and expressions, it was more like inspection.

Looking at it, how much does the statue carved by a mortal look like me?

She got closer step by step.

Looking at the other person's hair, he had black hair and a well-proportioned figure. He should be young, probably a teenager.

She had obviously never seen this person before, but she felt a strong sense of familiarity. He seemed to have a unique and transcendent temperament.

The old woman asked with her eyes widened, looking at the other person's back.

"Who are you?"

The man turned around, and the old woman realized that he was still holding a suitcase in his hand.

Other: "A little girl who loves to stare, do you like a city like this?"

This person who looked like a teenager called her a little girl.

But it is true that the life she has experienced seems short to the other person. After hearing those words, the old woman slowly approached the other person and looked at the person carefully again.

Then the old woman shook her head violently. She was a little excited, as if she sensed something, but she still instinctively denied it.

"No!"

"You can't be him. You are different from him and your age is not right."

"Oh my God, don't joke with me like that."

But the other party had no intention of joking at all. The man stood in front of the stone statue and glanced across the interior of the temple.

"I am the one who is getting old, and I am the one who is young."

"It's me who's in the temple, and it's me who's standing here."

"No matter which one is a shadow of me who once stayed in time, life will grow old and pass away, and I will also change in the years and reincarnations."

Although the old woman denied it, she heard the other party call her a glaring little girl, and then looked at the familiar suitcase in the other person's hand.

She choked up again and again, but she was still sure that the young man in front of her was the figure she had seen before.

"You really are God!"

In an instant, she wanted to kneel down.

But the other party stretched out her hand, and an invisible force stopped her.

"It makes no difference to me whether you kneel or not."

"Many years ago, I accepted the worship of thousands of people on their knees, and was enshrined and sacrificed in palaces and cities. Now the so-called glory of divine light does not benefit me at all. Those listed on the altar Nobility will not make me feel half happy."

"Just like the people outside, whether they call me a **** or something else, whether they worship me or hate me, it doesn't mean much to me."

"Everything I do is just follow my heart and conform to my knowledge and actions."

Not long ago, the people in this city kowtowed and shouted as the miracles appeared, and cursed and roared as the disasters came. In the eyes of people, the so-called gods were like a disposable rag. In fact, all these They all see it.

But when he talked about these funny and ridiculous scenes, he was not moved at all, with a calmness that had experienced thousands of mountains and rivers.

The man smiled, seeming to be recalling the past.

"If you could call me as loudly as you once stood in the wilderness, ask me where I came from, and confidently say that this is your hometown."

"I will be even more delighted."

"It's as if I am still a traveler passing through the forest, and you are still the cheerful girl with wide eyes, and everything makes people feel nostalgic."

She couldn't believe it: "Are you here to see me?"

The man nodded and looked towards the fantasy tree city that had undergone great changes outside the corridor.

"This city has been built, and I am leaving. I just remembered what I once said to you, so I came to see how you are doing."

"If you can be happy because of the city I built, thousands of families here and many people in the future should also be the same. At least it means that the road and method I chose now look pretty good. ”

She was moved.

She looked at the figure in front of her with turbid eyes. She looked three-quarters like a god, but also had seven-quarters of human flesh and blood. Perhaps it was because the other person was standing in front of her alive, so she had such reality. sense of flesh and blood.

But the temperament has not changed much, as if the body and appearance are constantly changing, but no matter whether he is young or old, the person inside is always the same.

The old woman gradually became less restrained, she was moved and said with a bit of gratitude.

"Oh God!"

"Why did you bless us, and why did you build this city?"

"Is it because you love us?"

She finally asked what she had always wanted to ask deep down in her heart, but the other party's answer was not what she had imagined.

"I'm just a person trying to open up different possibilities and a person who keeps moving forward."

"No matter it's a person with black hair."

"Called King."

"It's called a god."

"They are all just code names that are convenient for being called, and they all do the same thing."

After experiencing so many things, Helfas seemed to have gradually seen and understood many things, and also gained his own knowledge and understanding of the world.

"Perhaps, humans are gods."

"Everyone is the seed of the gods, but most of them wither before they have time to grow up."

"The so-called gods are just people who mature and grow up, live longer and become stronger."

“Those figures who explored the limits of civilization and life, created the future, and guided people forward in ancient times were gradually dubbed gods as they spread in stories.”

Helfas's lips used to look very thin, not because they were thin, but because he liked to purse them and smile after speaking, but it only made him look a bit stubborn and stubborn.

But unknowingly, this habitual movement of his seemed to gradually begin to disappear, at least it rarely appeared again.

She didn't understand Helfas's words, let alone his changes over the years. She just nodded in understanding.

Although she lived a life that was exceptionally long for many people, she still seemed like a child who was ignorant and asking questions in front of the other party.

"Is this what it means that God has appeared in this world countless times?"

But seeing that the **** in her eyes was not so arrogant, she still felt a little happy and warm.

At this time, the figure in front of her nodded to her.

"No matter what, I'm glad that you can finally see the birth of this city, the girl who welcomed me here outside the jungle."

She wanted to ask something else, but at this time there were footsteps behind her.

"Here."

"Found it, found it."

"Grandma, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Elder, you cannot come in casually. Even if you want to come in, you must perform rituals and prayers in advance."

It was the people from the old woman's family who came, as well as several monks from the temple. They shouted when they saw the old woman's figure.

The old woman turned her head with some dissatisfaction and said to her children: "I am talking to God, don't you see?"

The people who came over and the monks looked at each other in confusion for a moment, and at the same time they stopped and looked in front of the old woman. Finally, a junior said: "Is that the statue you are talking about?"

The old woman became excited: "The gods have come here. What stupid things are you talking about? Tell me..."

But when she turned around, there were only two lonely stone statues, one large and one small, behind her.

She stared, gradually becoming lost.

"He left this land and left behind this city."

The other party left.

No earth-shattering sight.

Just like when the other person came, he just gently parted the jungle and appeared in front of her, when he left, the other person quietly dissipated like a cloud.

When He came, he was aging, and she was just a child; when He left, she was still young, and she was like a withered leaf in the wind.

But those monks seemed to understand something, their faces turned red for a moment, and they asked in disbelief.

"What?"

"God?"

"You said God was here just now?"

"Is this true?"

What the old woman hates most is when someone raises such a question, she said loudly.

"God has just performed a miracle, and His power is still surrounding here. Who dares to blaspheme the great God here?"

Everyone knelt down one after another, and the old woman also knelt down and prayed devoutly.

Significant, respectful and pious.

She is.

She is no longer the little girl who dared to stare at the gods.

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Herfas flew into the sky.

His huge mental force field spread out, and that power even directly distorted and modified some of the surrounding laws. There seemed to be illusions flashing around his body, as if the images of time were being played around him. .

Yes, Helfas has entered the fourth level.

He condensed the Divine Grace Stone, he can create more cursed puppets, and has more magical abilities.

His body possesses mythical organs. This body is eroded by the power of mythology and has a lifespan of a thousand years. However, this is not important. What is important is that he can get rid of the shackles of life and death and enter the reincarnation state on his own. This It is also a core symbol of the reserve myth.

Helfas passed through the sea of ​​clouds, then stopped and stood on the sea of ​​clouds, looking at the royal city and country below. It was a miracle that he almost single-handedly created. It can be said that he did not even show his face. A civilization was designed.

He doesn't have much of a sense of leading a civilization to develop through hardships. The whole process is more like a simple and understated experiment.

He wanted to, he wanted to.

He can influence the world and change everything.

High and above.

So when it was all over, he didn't feel much pride, but felt a little empty.

"Is this what those gods feel like?"

So much so that he felt that there was no meaning for mortal existence in this process, so he directly decided everything and destined everything.

If the king’s will controls people’s life and death, then God’s thoughts determine the existence and demise of civilization.

That's why he went deep into the city to see everyone, and also had a conversation with the girl who loved to stare, because he was really not sure that this civilized path he had so lightly decided on was really good?

"It is impossible to have any ordinary developing civilization in such a world. If they are not satisfied with the path I choose for them in the future, then wait until they reach that height before making a choice!"

"I just lead a way, a possibility."

"And there are countless relays on this road, and I am just one of them."

When Helfas thought about it this way, the originally high sense of nothingness and emptiness seemed to be gradually suppressed.

He began to think about what he wanted to do next and his goals. There were still many things waiting for him to do.

For example, the next situation of Life Town, other Life Towns, and whether the success of Life Town’s experimental plan can also feed back to the Full Moon Land.

For example, how should he go after the fourth level? Can he integrate his plan to become a **** with the way forward for civilization, and how to integrate it.

He still couldn't stop completely.

Just facing these long years, he is no longer in a hurry and anxious,

One hundred years.

Hundreds of years.

Even a thousand or ten thousand years.

He can't afford to wait.

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One year later.

Bread tree kingdom.

She was lying on the wooden bed trying to remember, and said to a large group of children surrounding the bed.

"The hair is black and the eyes are black, as deep as the night sky, but if you look closely, it seems like stars are shining."

"He said..."

She has told this story so many times that the children can recite it, but at this moment they are listening very quietly.

Under the bed, there was even a faint sound of crying.

But her consciousness gradually drifted away, as if she had left here.

Headed outside the jungle.

We came to the depths of the corridor of the temple.

That was the first time she met that figure in her life, and the last time she saw him.

Although until her death, she still came to this corridor from time to time, looking forward to seeing the existence that people called God again.

Even if she changed her appearance and image, she still longed for the other person to quietly appear in a corner and call her name, but she never saw the other person again.

She thought.

That figure must have been lingering somewhere in the world since then. As this civilization is passed down from generation to generation and mortals live from generation to generation, he will exist forever.

Perhaps that **** will push back the leaves and walk out of the jungle, meet a different person, in another body.

However, that is already a story that has nothing to do with her.

She died peacefully and surrounded by her children.

She told her children everything she saw and heard, and told the monks in the temple. The monks recorded it in books, and the children turned what they saw and heard into stories and passed them down, which also became the bird The oldest stories and legends of gods and men in the City of Man.

Just.

There are many legends about Him. They have existed before and will never cease in the future.

And her story is just one of them, and probably the most unremarkable one.