I Am God!

The Kingdom of Hell.

A large number of ghosts are wandering in the desolate wilderness that makes even spirit bodies shiver with cold.

It was pitch black here, with only the occasional faint light coming from the distant city of the Kingdom of God, making the ghosts stop and watch longingly.

One of the ghosts who looked like a boy walked through the wilderness. He seemed to have just arrived here, but many of the ghosts here seemed to know him and would stop when they saw him.

Some ghosts just stared at him blankly, shivering in the cold wind and dark night, with pain and despair in their eyes.

Some would watch him passing by and suddenly call out his name in a confused voice.

"Nite."

"Ah, it's Xiao Nite."

Their tattered clothes were fluttering in the wind of hell, and they danced unconsciously, and then they skillfully raised their hands in the air and danced the sacrificial dance.

In the wind, the eerie prayer floated.

"Thank you, Lady Migina, for bringing us light and warmth. You are the messenger of heaven."

Some of them suddenly fell to their knees when they saw him.

A ghost fell devoutly at Nite's feet.

"Lord Nite."

"Please send us to the kingdom of God, to the peaceful kingdom where there will never be pain."

Their eyes were full of longing and they shouted loudly.

"I saw...I saw...that is the kingdom of the King of Hell."

"I'm in hell."

He has indeed come to the kingdom of the King of Hell and entered this hell.

However.

There is no peace in the darkness.

Only eternal pain, coldness and eternal night accompanied him.

Nite stood in front of the other party blankly, listening to the other party's call. Everything seemed to correspond to the broken pictures in the ghost's memory.

"Eh?"

Ghosts have no form and no consciousness.

But at this moment, tears actually flowed down from the translucent eyes, turning into glimmers and dissipating in the cold howling wind.

He didn't understand why he was crying.

In other words, he didn't understand it consciously at the moment, but he still showed a sad expression unstoppably.

He stood there for a long time, and more and more people surrounded him, worshiping him and calling his name.

It was as if Nite had truly turned into an afterimage and could no longer move.

But at this time, the shadow under Nite suddenly moved.

Although he has clearly turned into a spirit body early tomorrow, there should be no so-called shadow at all.

but.

It seems that this shadow has been on him since he escaped from the curse of purgatory long ago.

When he held the sickle and shone his strange shadow in the water for the first time, the other person seemed to have been with him at that time.

But everyone else has shadows, so what's so strange about him?

The shadow overlapped with Nite, and a powerful force was injected into it, and Nite's consciousness returned to his body bit by bit.

Nite finally remembered who he really was.

He finally understood why he was crying.

Because these people were sent to hell by him and his mother.

From the beginning, their town was a sacrificial town built by the mother to gain power, and everyone obtained the gods' gifts by sending others to the eternal night of hell.

In the end, they also fell into hell together.

He was the same. He thought he had sent the other party to the peaceful kingdom of God, but instead he sent those people into this desolate eternal night.

Nite lowered his head and looked at the people surrounding him at his feet.

They were dressed in rags and endured an eternity of coldness in the winds of hell.

Nite raised his head and looked towards the city in the distance.

With his sharp eyes, he saw those powerful ghosts enjoying God's gifts in the city, receiving the protection of God's light, and turning into God's close servants. Many of the shadows were the villains he had banished to hell.

"It was a scam from the beginning."

Here, there is no distinction between good and evil, only strength and weakness, only usefulness to the gods.

Even in the world of death.

The weak were banished to the wilderness, while the strong were accompanied by gods.

This is reality.

Facing this cruel reality, Nite turned to look at the shadow behind him.

He asked: "Who are you?"

His shadow actually moved and turned into another Nite appearing behind him.

Shadow yawned with Nite's face: "I am you!"

Nite didn't believe it: "How could there be two me?"

Shadow Nite sat down, sitting on the stone with his chin clenched.

He still yawned, covered his mouth with his hand, and then said helplessly.

"Because you can't do anything, the you who always escapes from reality, the lazy you, imagines another self to help you!"

"It would be great to let another self help you achieve the impossible, isn't it?"

Nite said: "You are lying to me!"

Shadow said nonchalantly: "I'm here to help you anyway, right?"

After a while, Nite asked him: "How can you help me?"

Shadow Nite: "I can help you escape from this hell, and I can also help me become a god."

Nite shook his head: "You just want to use me."

Shadow held his chin with one hand and waved his other hand feebly: "That means you still have value to be used. This is a good thing, right?"

Nite stopped asking. He left the ghosts surrounding him and walked towards the distance. He didn't know where to go, but he just didn't want to stay here.

But wherever he went, the ghost figures behind him slowly followed him, following him from a distance.

No matter how hard he walked, he couldn't get rid of it.

He could see them as long as he turned around.

He couldn't stop and could only keep walking, because only in this way would those figures not be able to catch up with him.

He was wandering in the wilderness, but as he walked, several more figures appeared in front of him.

A winged young man stood in the darkness, holding two children.

Back then, the Winged Sky Angel killed everyone in the Gate of Hell organization and the Night Hotel, and sealed their gradually ghostly bodies in crystal stones, preparing to bring them back to the Holy Mountain of Light for purification and release into the sea of ​​stars.

But before they had time to go back, the Yiren Sky Angels were all killed by Nite.

After Nite took back the sealing crystal from the hands of the eight-winged angel, he sent them to hell.

At that time, he thought that this was sending the other person into the kingdom of God and eternal peace.

Head on.

He saw the stunned face of the Yiren young man.

His body was constantly alternating between charred and intact, as if he had been staying in that last moment, looking at the holy light that swept towards him incomprehensibly.

Neate saw the child reaching out to him.

The other person seemed to recognize him and smiled brightly.

The apostle and the people he saved met in the cold eternal night of hell.

Nothing in the world seems more ironic than this.

They looked at each other without saying anything.

But the words of the past echoed in Nite's ears, and the sound was like a sharp knife inserted into his head, stirring mercilessly.

"Because we met you!"

“The apostle of God saved us.”

Everyone is taking advantage of nits.

His mother, his God.

There were also people he had never met or even knew.

Everyone is pushing him forward, for different purposes. They sit high in the temple, looking down at all living beings, and dominate everything with the will and power of the strong.

And those who really care about him, those who believe in him, those who he cares about.

All were destroyed.

Nothing is left.

Nite lowered his head deeply and walked past the three ghost brothers and sisters, as silent as a shadow in a corner who was afraid of the sun.

The child still stretched out his hand and refused to put it down no matter what.

He walked forward until the three figures were completely submerged in darkness.

And this moment.

Nite instantly fell to his knees, his hands hanging down weakly, looking up at the sky and gasping for air.

A sound that sounded like crying came out of his mouth, and he let out a cry that was as breathless as a gossamer, but he suppressed it with all his strength.

He didn't even dare to cry because he felt that he had no face to cry, and he was even more afraid that the figures in the distance would hear his cry.

He was so desperate that he did not dare to despair because he felt that he was not qualified to despair.

He was using his breathy voice to make a broken cry.

"This is... hell!"

This is the hell of God’s kingdom and everyone else’s hell.

Also, hell of nits.

It had only been a while, and he hadn't had time to enjoy this short period of "peace".

The shadows in the darkness chased after him, and those familiar figures surrounded Nite, like a bonfire in the dark night.

"Nite..."

"Lord Nite..."

"Nite... Nite... Nite..."

Numerous voices made Nite breathless.

He walked all the way carrying everyone's expectations and eyes, his mother's hatred and desire, and God's will.

All of this was like a big mountain, pressing down on Nite.

Finally, he knelt in the middle of the crowd and howled at the top of his lungs.

"I've tried my best."

"I have worked really hard to do it, but why is this happening?"

"What else do you want me to do? What exactly do I have to do to satisfy you?"

"What else can I do?"

"How else can I do it? I've already given everything I have."

"I've tried my best," he said.

Amidst Nite's roar, all the ghosts became silent.

In silence.

Nite raised his head and looked at everyone's faces.

Or expectant, or sad, or desperate.

He no longer had any strength to say any cruel words to them.

He could only hide his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"sorry."

"Really sorry."

"It's me...I'm sorry to everyone. It's all my fault."

Shadow Nite appeared behind him again, still asking him in that tired voice: "Did you really try your best?"

Nite still pressed his face: "I really tried hard."

Shadow Nite: "Then do you still want to become a god?"

Nite put down his hand and turned his head.

He said: "Yes, I still want to become a god, and I want to redeem my mistakes!"

Shadow Nite looked at this divine kingdom: "What's the point of such a divine kingdom even if it is built?"

Nite clenched his fists: "I'm different. If I build the Kingdom of God, I will..."

Shadow Nite interrupted him: "Can you really do it well? No matter what, you can't go back to the past!"

Nite looked at Shadow Nite: "Then what else can I choose?"

"I just have to try my best to do what I can."

"At least this time, I will no longer run away and no longer need others to push me forward, because I know what I want."

Shadow Nite didn't seem to believe it: "Are you really not going to run away anymore?"

Nite: "Really."

In the eternal silence of the night, a voice came.

The voice changed. It was no longer Nite's voice, but someone else's.

"Then, I'll give you a chance!"

Nite looked at Shadow: "Really?"

The other person said: "Really."

Nite: "You won't just use me in the end, right?"

The other party said: "It can't get any worse anyway, right?"

Nite knelt on the ground, looking up at each other longingly and pleadingly.

"If you want to take advantage of me."

"Can you tell me? Please tell me in advance."

"What's the price?"

In the desolate wilderness of hell, Nite knelt down and begged for mercy with a voice as humble as dust.

"This time, please don't lie to me again."

"If, if it's really possible."

"No matter how painful the price is, I am willing to bear it no matter what."

The voice: "No, because I will tell you."

"Ahead lies the abyss of despair."

"In other words, you will fall into a future more terrifying than the abyss and purgatory."

"But one thing you have no doubt about is that you will get what you want."

Nite actually laughed: "Is that it?"

The other person said: "That's it."

The passage to reality opens, and light shines from this world into the darkness.

Nite stood up and walked towards the light.

When he stood at the door, he asked the other party: "Why didn't you lie to me? After all, I didn't know you had lied to me?"

The other person said: "Because I know that even if the place ahead is scarier than purgatory, you will still jump."

"Since the goal can be achieved so easily, there is no need to deceive."

This is an unlucky guy who is so pitiful that he doesn't even need to cheat, because at this moment, even cheating has become superfluous.

Nite took a step forward, tears filling his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you...for your mercy."

The other party said that he would be pushed into a purgatory that would burn for eternity, and a future that would be more terrifying than the abyss.

He said it was a mercy.

This is really a bad joke.

Cold to the bone.

——

The war in the kingdom of heaven is in full swing. Two god-gods invaded the country of another god-god and fought a decisive battle on each other's home court. The fighting between monsters, ghosts, and angels in the sky intensified.

However, this battle does not seem to be over in a short time. The invaders are coming fiercely, and the opponents are well prepared. It seems that the outcome is still uncertain.

And in the human world.

The battle between the gods continues, and the war on another level also continues.

The Kingdom of Winged People.

An apostle-level puppet attached to the demon and belonging to the King of Lust followed the huge ritual to trace the source and finally arrived in a city.

He walked along the main road of the city and looked at a large library on the side of the road.

There are piles of books in this library, and in a hidden room in the deepest part, a quill is still transcribing something.

It is clear.

The King of Angels dispersed all his power into the ritual formation and divided it into three cores, and this is one of the cores.

Suddenly the quill stopped, as if it sensed something.

However, it was too late, the demon standing at the door of the library had already taken action.

The other party raised his hand, and the evil pattern in his palm instantly expanded to more than a hundred meters, and then strong demonic fire surged out.

The entire library was swept away, with fire and explosions spreading across the sky.

"Boom!"

The library burst into flames, lighting up the city's night sky.

The two rays of light in the library tried to escape, but a huge altar in the sky pressed down, blocking everything.

The speed of the two rays of light slowed down, and it was possible to see that they were a scroll and a quill.

The scroll and quill immediately started to move, as if they were transcribing something on them, drawing the form of the demon and chipping away at the demon's strength and spirituality.

Originally, the demon was still at the fourth level of power, but in the blink of an eye he fell to the third level.

However, soon a force surged out from the depths of the abyss, and terrifying tumors grew out of the demon's body one after another.

"With only one memory, what can you do?"

The demon puppet transformed into a troll form that was more than a hundred meters tall, and reached out to get the scroll.

He took action again and wanted to get the quill pen.

"I got the memory."

"Now, there is only one left - personality."

But a wisp of white velvet on the quill turned into light and broke away from the altar, heading into the distance.

The demon who spoke in Meld's tone immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed for the ray of light.

But the light was very fast, and the incomplete part of the memory escaped from Meld's fingers and merged into the snowflakes in the sky.

But Meld retracted his hand and said calmly.

"just."

“Follow it and you’ll find the main personality.”