Chapter 1 Thank you for the invitation, God is on earth

Reading instructions!

Third person narrative, mixed with first divine voice.

An original character appears, identified as the alien god "The Declined King".

He is a fake fellow countryman, a real alien god. Remember, he is an alien god. Do not regard Him as a remnant of the past, nor as a human being.

He and Russell had a dirty deal between mythical creatures.

Russell's image will be biased towards the emperor and consul, rather than Huang Tao.

There will be major changes to some plots of the original work, but in order to avoid spoilers, I will not give examples here. If you cannot accept it, you can quit. Please don't argue.

Plot flow, shady direction, non-shuangwen, HE. (probably?)

If all of them are acceptable, then——

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I admit that my skills in playing a human are not exquisite, but I successfully sneaked into the initial barrier, while they could only watch from the outside.

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Before falling to the ground, I was drifting in the sea of ​​stars that was supposed to be endless. Just like every old ruler, I competed for the source of essence, conforming to the characteristics of aggregation, and after meeting on a narrow road, I tried my best to tear each other to pieces and devour each other, or evenly matched.

After a fight on the ground, he retreated with scars on his face, and at the same time, he was wary of the salivating eyes of other similar people. This is just the normal way of existence for alien gods. Those who cannot adapt have long been reduced to the food of other gods, and the remains wandering between planets.

War and fighting are the never-ending drama of outer space, and they are also the only fun of the Old Ones.

The universe is chaotic and eternal. All alien gods with undue emotions will be eliminated in the shortest possible time. Even the creatures that most believe in the law of the jungle will feel fear in front of this dark world. Until one day, until

That day, I relied on my aggregated nature to arrive on a blue planet with all my kindred spirits. An earth-shattering destruction occurred somewhere in the universe, and the aftermath tore it apart, taking away my essence.

When I rushed to the scene of the incident after a long journey, I found two pillars of chaos fighting each other behind the barrier. One of the parties involved in the melee with us was called Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. At that time, bugs and fools were flying together, pollution was talking about the same color, and a supernova exploded.

The light illuminated the long extinguished sun in this galaxy for a moment.

Then, I lost, and half of my essence was torn away abruptly. After a moment of light, the abominable Xuanhuang Tianzun of Fusheng died. He died just as quickly as he came, but he died inside the barrier, taking with him the

The pathways and source matter torn from our bodies fell together on the western continent.

...The sea of ​​flowers (origin) that I carefully protected has cracked.

Thanks to my authority's sensitive response to "fall", I retreated at the right time, thereby protecting the remaining half of my source material, and also preserving my precarious old personality and life. Later, due to heavy losses,

And the crazy fellows gathered behind the barrier, cursing and cursing day and night, expressing their hatred to their heart's content, more interested than killing each other, as if they had found a new way of entertainment.

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Except for the shattered limbs and the uniqueness of being almost beaten and vomited, I did not gain anything. In His divine kingdom and source material, one of my countless severed hands successfully grabbed something.

Come back. It was some obscure language and knowledge from a civilization that no longer exists, and a radiant cocoon containing the soul of a carbon-based creature. I ate them and took them as small as dust.

Things are thrown into a corner of the mind that may not be seen once in ten thousand years.

Then I joined the ranks of watching the creatures in the barrier, watching them develop on their own, recuperate, and kill each other but never gave birth to a real civilization. After a long time, the sun rose, and ignorance and cruelty melted like ice and snow under the light. The original

Codes and etiquette have reappeared on this land from the past. Looking at this false and real sun that no one of the outside gods present can beat, I fell into a brief and profound thought.

To recapture the Seiran you need to enter the Earth.

The barrier cannot be broken.

And it will inevitably be discovered when it enters the earth.

If you are discovered, you will have to face this sun.

I will die. (Confirmed)

This is not possible, I thought. And time is meaningless to the universe and the creatures wandering in it, so a long, long time passed.

Look, look. The gods are laughing and cheering, celebrating the end of the God. I don't understand what this is to celebrate for them who are blocked outside the barrier. But, yes, the sun has fallen.

, fell into the dust, this is my favorite drama. I also saw the wind and waves become grander, the blazing pale light source rose to the sky, and the white tower towering into the clouds rose from the ground. The lost sun was replaced by the new god

Occupy, nothing changed.

The sun did fall, but the pillars did not die so easily.

Just like the change of dynasties, the sun sets and the moon rises. Returning to the sky after falling is an honor that belongs only to the sun. It is undeniable that at this moment, I did have the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of the opportunity, but the three parties that the banquet gave birth to

The new god was not a decoration. Caution prevailed and I did not take any action.

Finally, I came up with an idea. I rummaged through the ocean of thoughts and pieced together the information contained in the soul that I had completely digested. Then I built it into a prop that only belonged to me, imbued it with memory, and left it behind.

I gave it my will and brand, but did not give it a soul. After countless failures, I successfully stuffed it in while the barrier weakened. Then I watched with a hint of joking that this device followed my settings.

The good path forward, I was born and grew up as a human being, and survived hard by relying on instinct in that era, and then one day, just as I designed, I encountered my adjacent path - "Devil".

When the time came, I felt the key node keenly. I activated the imprint in the device as quickly as possible, letting my body enter a faint sleep, letting my will wake up in this too fragile and small body, and sealing me.

He brought down the single-channel sequence 0 power, and then manipulated the human body to eat the demon.

The device... no, I should call it "me" now.

I put on the skin of the human being whom I ate, used his name, and took over his identity and face. I filled my mind with the madness of the past, and my body with the power of the devil. I became the Path of the Abyss.

The "Whisperer" of Sequence 3. - And I am very lucky. Until now, none of the existing gods on this planet have discovered me.

This is a good era, this is the end of an era. Four emperors fell one after another, and the breath of death blew on the earth. But the gods were busy killing each other, and no one would notice that I had arrived quietly. Thinking of those who still dare to appear openly

Demons on earth, satiation and ironic joy filled my emotional senses, and I was starving.

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I established a sect while devouring demons. The name is very simple, it is called "Devil Sect". The believers are not important, and the anchor is even less important. I established it just because I want to be in the eyes of the gods in the shortest possible time. I established the awareness that "I am a person of the devil's path". Although no god noticed me, what if he suddenly discovered me one day? So I allowed my sect to create something in my name without any scruples. One tragedy after another. After all, even gods and angels are wreaking havoc on the earth at this time. Compared with them, I am nothing.

After decades of madness and bloodshed, the barrier became increasingly fragile visibly, so the gods went to the star realm and purged the wanton cults and evil gods before leaving.

Unexpectedly, I was treated like an evil god. The sect and believers were wiped out. I also suffered a huge blow. But it was not worth paying attention to. I had already beaten Farbuti before he escaped back to the abyss. Suddenly, his Sequence One and Sequence Two characteristics were taken away, but unfortunately, the uniqueness was not left. In the chaos of the last few years, I successfully completed the ritual, took the characteristics, and was steadily promoted to the devil path. Sequence 2 "Blood Archduke". Afterwards, civilization was rebuilt, laws were perfected, and the world took on a new look, as if madness and chaos had never existed. At this time, I followed the footsteps of mankind and came to a new era.

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Well, according to my understanding of human habits, you should take the initiative to leave your business card or introduce yourself when you meet for the first time.

I am the Old One, the spirit that travels across the sea of ​​stars.

I love all the dying and lingering lives. Life and death are illusions. Life is meaningless. It is just a journey from life to death. Only things created in the process of living have value. I I hate death as much as I hate rebirth. I only like to watch the process of living beings trying their best but inevitably falling towards death and despair.

I came to the earth precisely to practice all of this. This war-torn and broken land is in decline. I easily absorbed the necessary knowledge through authority. The path, the original, the old, the pillar, I followed the aggregation Instinctively, I love decline but hate complete destruction. Therefore, I want to eat them, eat them, devour my adjacent pathways, seize the source of matter, and then gain enough authority - to plunge this universe into eternity. , endless decline, until time becomes blurred, until space becomes fragmented, all things struggle to survive, survive in a world without hope and despair, and can never reach the singularity of complete destruction and restart.

I am the master of withering, the king of decline, the final journey of all life, where even death cannot touch me.

I am an angel of the abyss, "a remnant from an old age that no longer exists" - I am "Edward Vaughan".

TBC

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A long, long time later, when I looked at this prosperous earth, I still felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

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The important thing is to participate, let yourself go, and update as the situation arises. Why can't you change your avatar and ID?

The same name as the old Ford.
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