Suddenly, the earth shook, and the real Creator, who had no extraordinary ability, almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

Even so, He had to kneel half on the ground, hold the little lamb in his arms, and raise his head and look into the distance—

The sky was torn apart, and endless lightning and storms poured into the cracks in the sky. The dark shadows fell from the cracks and turned into dark waterfalls. The waterfall fell from the sky on the ground, causing turmoil and destruction.

The rain of fire and light fell, in just a short moment, the plump grassland cracked countless huge gaps, and the shepherds and white cloud-like flocks in the distance were covered with lava before they could even give out a hint of exclamation. Everything was like fire

Burned in the darkness.

Even though the real Creator who has completely turned into humanity had the desire and ability to escape, he could not stand firm in the violent shaking. His arms loosened, and the little lamb turned into a monster with countless eyes, opening to Him enough to swallow

The next adult's bloody mouth, after a brief shock, the torrent of fire and shadow engulfed them.

Ignorance, this is the first death.

The real Creator suddenly woke up. This dream was so real that it was like a human being who had really changed back to, and could feel happy, happy, and fear. Of course, the feeling of death was so realistic.

He woke up, but found that he had not returned to Lasha. He lay on the roof of a house in the town. The sky in his eyes returned to its previous clearness and brightness, and time returned to the "Feast of Betrayal".

The first reaction of the real Creator who had no time to curse the outer god in his heart and was sweating in his head was to jump up and let others run quickly - where can they run? He calmed down, this was an illusion of the past, the memory of the dead...

...There is nowhere to escape, you can only sit and watch everything happen!

Then let’s take a look—What does the outer god want to see?

The real creator sat up and turned to look at the town. The people in the town were dressed in a very simple cloth robe, often just a piece of simple cloth piece or two, with giants living in mixed places, and the giants and humans playing with humans,

Occasionally, one or two elves with slightly pointed ears. The priests holding wooden crosses worship in the church, praising the glory of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator...

"Love Lord, who loves our God, and even when walking in the darkness, your light will always be illuminated."

"Lord, you are the source of my life, full of joy and hope in your kingdom."

The chorus of praise drifted into the ears of the real Creator, scenes of peace and joy reflected into the eyes of the real Creator, the peaceful days continued, and then the sky cracked, the sun was torn apart, and the meteorites and fire meteors hit it.

On the earth.

The meteorite hit the stone chapel, and the chorus came to an abrupt end.

Lava erupted in the market far away, and the children playing and running fell into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

The shadowy eyes opened in the corner of the street, and the people seen turned into twisted monsters.

Losing the silence of divineness and losing the eyes of the high, the real Creator finally couldn't stand it. He jumped off the roof and ran to a child who was about to be caught by a monster.

However, without extraordinary power, He is just an ordinary person. The creature that could be killed with a look in the past has now pulled off His arm and opened His chest. Before He died, He heard the monster chewing His

The sound of flesh and blood and intestines.

It was extremely painful, this was the second death.

The real Creator woke up again, and his arms and chest were stained with large blood. He took a few breaths of air conditioning because of the pain, and his body became intact again as if he still had the pain he had just left.

He awakens in a cathedral, and on the colorful glass windows, he spells out the patterns of the omniscient and Almighty Lord and the Eight Angel Kings...

...A volcano erupted, a tsunami rushed into the city, and the huge rocks on the dome of the church smashed all the members of the worship.

die.

He joined the escaped people and fled wildly outside the city...

...I encountered monsters, not many, only two, but the fleeing team was entirely composed of civilians.

Painful death.

He boarded the escape ship...

He tried to send people away before the "feast of betrayal" began...

He tries to ask for help from clergy in this illusion world...

...

die.

Not even once was slightly gentler!

After countless deaths, the real creator was able to lie calmly under a tree, using a mentality of a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water to guess whether this time will be struck by lightning, hit by meteorites, burned by fire, or not

More creative ways to die.

There was no white spot on His body. Just the few times he was smashed was enough to dye his clothes all over his body.

The "Beast of Betrayal" continues.

The sky still cracks appeared again and again, taking everyone's lives again and again.

Whether the real Creator participates, escapes, or saves people, he will die with everyone.

“Too bad.”

The real Creator pushed his hair back with his hands, and the pain of death and powerless resentment lingered in His heart, but when he thought that it was Himself who did all this, He was even more annoyed when he was deflated.

It's too bad.

He pulled his hair hard, and after a while, he fell back to the ground in depressed state, watching the world collapse again and he died.

TBC

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It is better to be a person yourself than to stabilize human nature by using an anchor for ten thousand times.
Chapter completed!