No matter how long a weed lives, it is useless.
He was created by the devil, but can strengthen himself by eating souls.
But the endless flight, it is different.
In the end, that's all that matters.
It's not everything, and it's not perfect either.
"But this world, this endless cycle of reincarnation, will end."
"If you haven't found hope now."
As a Thousand-Eyed Demon, Arya knew better than the half-Murloc of old.
It may be less depending on the appearance of the holy relic.
But Arya, at least, is not an outsider in the simple sense of having a relationship with an evil god.
"And finally you will be 'me', and if you throw yourself into the hole like I did, you will finally find the eternity of your dreams."
Aria stopped after saying that.
he looked up.
Look at the stars in the sky.
See the stars falling to earth.
Unbeknownst to him, the corner of his mouth twitched in mockery.
"Who is the hero today? Between hope and despair, which is the true hero?"
He laughed as if mocking Nyarlathotep's plan.
The emotions of evil gods are different from the emotions of ordinary people.
his thoughts.
his thoughts.
his heart.
his feelings.
All this is inprehensible to ordinary people.
No matter how human he is, God's evil nature is different from human nature.
Therefore, their actions are inprehensible.
I don't know what I really think or what I want.
Mind is only as good as sight.
It is useless.
At least God's evil intentions are not seen in results alone.
BUT
That system.
reason.
his way
Not clear.
"It's very disappointing."
Aria took a deep breath.
He laughed and joked, but in the end I didn't understand.
Of course, he is not "god" yet.
Only those who are not worthy of God's power are oppressed and made crazy.
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