Bipolar World

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Chapter One, Section One: Self-Introduction
The sky was dark, the sun, moon, and stars shifted, collapsed skyscrapers lay like toppled dominoes, cars parked along the roadside were mangled, and fire, smoke, and a faint stench of death lingered all around.
Streetlights flickered, like fireflies in this dark world. I walked on the road cracked by the earthquake, accompanied only by loneliness and solitude.
I was like an orphan, a ghost, wandering in this broken world.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of tearing flesh. I slowly walked towards the source of the sound, and as I drew closer, I heard the sound of someone chewing on flesh.
I stared blankly at a man, completely naked, disheveled, covered in sores. He slowly turned to look at me, and I screamed in terror.
"Ah…"
He was eating people! His mouth was full of blood, and bits of flesh were stuck between his teeth. He was actually smiling at me!
I ran for my life, not knowing if he caught up with me; I couldn't hear anything.
"Boom!"
A huge fireball struck a building, causing a massive explosion that shattered the entire structure.
I looked up at the sky and saw clusters of fireballs falling from it—it was terrifying.
Was this the end of the world?
"Please, give me something to eat! I haven't eaten for seven days and seven nights!"
"Help me! No! Ah!"
"Hehehehe, you're so beautiful."
"Rumble rumple rumple rumple!"
Pleading, screams, lewd laughter, and gunfire echoed in my ears. The whole world had gone mad, completely insane.
"Whoosh..."
The air raid siren sounded, and then an army corps appeared before me, along with fighter jets, tanks, and advanced missile launchers.
War, endless war, civilians attacking civilians, nations attacking nations—peace was lost on earth.
The sky trembled, the earth shook; where was there any peace?
After everything was over, I saw the blood-red sun high in the sky, thinking the disaster was over, but then a virus appeared, and many people died, as if death itself was reaping lives.
In this desolate and helpless age, God is people's refuge. Many believe in God, and all this is God's outburst of wrath.
I heard hymns in the church, and saints from all nations gathered in prayer.
Finally, Christ appeared, proclaiming to the world the coming of a new heaven and a new earth; He is the Lord, God.
Many believed in Him and worshipped Him.
However, He had the mark of the devil on His forehead, and He also imprinted the same mark on people's hands and foreheads; all who believed in Him received the mark of the devil.
He was at the height of His power, and all nations and peoples submitted to Him. In the temple, He proclaimed Himself as God.
The ruler of the earth fell, collapsed, and the blood of the adulterous woman turned to nothingness in the fire.
After an unknown period of time, a great light appeared in the sky. It was Him, the Lamb refined by the holy fire, the saint who died to redeem the world. His name is Prince of Peace, King of Kings, Lord of Lords.
He descended on the clouds, coming for the final days, to prove that He is the way, the truth, and the life; all who belong to Him are saved.
The great day has arrived; the end of the world has come.
Everything has vanished, returning to silent darkness. There is no more Satan, no more evil, no more sin.
However, there are still unbelievers in the world, and they will not be able to enter God's Kingdom to receive eternal life.
I came to see him in a clean white room, an old man with white hair.
"Have you seen it all?" he asked with interest.
"I have," I answered calmly.
"What do you think?"
"It's ridiculous," I answered frankly.
"I put a lot of effort into it."
"You're pretending to be God."
"I have never claimed to be God."
I was speechless. Yes, the word "God" is something humans invented to honor the self-existent and eternal One, because He can do what humans cannot.
Don't aliens all possess the same abilities?
"What exactly are humans?" I couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
"What do you think?" he asked instead of answering.
"Humans are animals, creatures with flesh and blood, souls, and also beings with extraordinary intelligence."
"And they grow old and die. Humans live a finite life, fleeting in the blink of an eye. A life of toil, joy and sorrow, and then death, and it's all over."
"Like a play."
"You see it all clearly, you understand, but you don't want that. You want freedom, true freedom." His words resonated with my desires, so I confessed, "To live in this world means constantly making choices. It seems like there are many choices, like freedom, but sometimes we are not in control of our lives. Choice is just a boring game for those with the ability."
"This is an unchanging law. Having or not having, yes or no, right or wrong—it's all about choices, a probability."
I sighed, "It's practically a supercomputer." He smiled, "You finally realized it?"
I said self-deprecatingly, "I didn't realize it; someone else discovered it a long time ago."
"Then what else are you dissatisfied with?"
"Yes, I'm not satisfied, very dissatisfied. A so-called miracle is something with an extremely low probability of happening. I crave miracles, but I can never have them."
"A miracle is the result of a series of choices, but a divine miracle is different. You mean a divine miracle, right?" he corrected.
"A divine miracle just increases the probability of it happening?"
"So scientific."
"It is very scientific. Didn't you foresee humanity reaching this point?"
He fell silent, unsure how to answer. He merely provided choices to humanity; humanity itself chose to reach this point, but he controlled the probability of those choices occurring. He was the mastermind behind this world!
Conspiracy theory!
The supreme leader of the Freemasons!
You can call him God, oh God, his English name is God.
"Let's go, you already know everything."
"Then what will become of this world?"
"It depends on your choice."
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My English name is King, which means light and brightness, hence I was chosen by him.
Understanding the rules of this world's game has actually made it harder to play. Just like Jesus knew he would be crucified; he could have chosen Satan's side, but to fulfill the choices made before this world, he was forced to choose crucifixion—that's the contradiction.
Choices seem free, but they are all carefully arranged.
What choices did you make while reading this article?
Ugh, so frustrating. I have to make a choice too. In the future, will I choose to be a good person or a bad person? Will I be closer to God or to Satan?
It's 2015 now. How long until the end of the world? Another choice? Near or far?
My choice is…
Ugh, I'm being too reserved. I keep bringing up choices, it's so annoying.
Let fate decide. Don't force it.
After getting home, I started typing this novel on my computer. I'm the protagonist. As for whether I'll be cuckolded or not, I haven't decided yet. Yes, don't force me to choose. I'm already very tired today.
I watched an apocalypse movie, how can I not be tired?
Should I introduce my family situation?
I'm thirty years old, unmarried, and have an older brother who just divorced his wife and has two children. I also have a younger sister. Don't overthink it, she's already living with her boyfriend.
My father passed away four years ago, and now only my elderly mother and I live at home. I haven't found a job yet, so I just stay home and daydream while my mother is at work.
Isn't it ordinary? Hehe, it won't be ordinary in the future.
How do I know?
Can't you all see it? I've even met Ah Ge, how do you think I know my future? Use your brains and think about it.
Anyway, I'm so bored, I don't even know what to type.
I'll stop here for now.
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January 30th.
Wow! Unbelievable, unbelievable!
A shocking secret! It turns out, it turns out, it turns out, my biological mother isn't the one who raised me, but a beautiful woman who's only twenty-eight years old!
Hehehehe, everyone's suspicious now, right?
Yes, this mother who suddenly appeared was arranged by them, but even her DNA was altered, so there's definitely a blood relationship. What? Memories? Good heavens, anyway, she didn't raise me, so she doesn't have any memories of me, it doesn't matter if she has memories or not.
Is she an artificial girl? Hey, buddy, you watch too many sci-fi movies, what's in your head? However, I also have some doubts. Her beauty is just too unrealistic. Long, straight, jet-black hair, bright eyes and white teeth, an oval face, smooth white skin, and her figure?
Hehehehe, absolutely breathtaking! I won't say more, lest you all bleed too much.
What? You want to stop watching?
Okay, okay, I said: "Huge breasts." That's all.
Hahahaha...
What? I'm lying? Is this a novel plot? (Sweating profusely)
Well, isn't it good that everyone can have some fun and calm down? I'm happy, you're happy, everyone's happy.
Getting back to the main topic, my birth mother's name is Jiang Liyi. She's a heiress from a prestigious family. Her husband, my birth father, is also a top-notch business genius in Hong Kong.
Li Ka-shing?
Am I a second-generation rich kid?
Hahahaha, don't worry, I'll explain in detail.
My father's name is Li Hongbo. He's in the financial business. He's not very famous; being too famous wouldn't be good.
What? Is his net worth in the billions?
Dude, be normal, okay? This is obviously fake.
I also have a gentle and refined older sister named Li Jing'en, who is only twenty-one years old this year...
and a younger sister named Li Jingshi, who is only fifteen years old this year.
Everyone, please stop throwing tomatoes, eggs, and radishes at me. Okay, I admit it, I made this up, okay?
What? All that I wrote before was just bragging?
Please, don't contradict me when you're telling a story, okay? How am I supposed to continue writing?
Anyway, I just love having a busty mom, an older sister, and a younger sister. I'm a busty fetishist!
Chapter 1, Part 2: Cooperating with the Demon
That day, I finally moved back to live with my biological parents, while my adoptive mother reluctantly saw me off. Thirty years of relationship can't be broken off so easily. I don't know how to repay her, so I can only go back to see her often, take care of her when she gets old, and treat her as my own mother.
Honestly, I like her more. After all these years together, the care and attention she's given me, the effort she's put in, is something my own mother could never give me.
Endless sadness…
tears and snot streaming down my face…
What?! So many people are throwing tomatoes, eggs, and lettuce?
Oh, hehehehe…
Okay, enough with the sadness. Family ties are human nature, you can't live without them.
My biological parents are both very good to me, but I always feel something's off. I guess relationships need time to develop.
My older sister and younger sister are quite distant. They have some reservations about me, this suddenly appearing relative. Oh well, what can I do? I'm not exactly beautiful, and I'm a bit of a pervert. The first time we met, I kept staring at their huge breasts.
Oh well, what can I do? They've arranged everything so well. They'll be my women sooner or later, so looking at them a few more times won't hurt me.
Our current home is much better than that old-fashioned public housing. It's comfortable, spacious, and has a modern feel. You can tell my parents are good at decorating and furnishing.
Days passed, and I slowly adapted to my new life. I spent my days idly writing this unfinished novel. This novel will definitely have an ending, please rest assured, it just might take a long time. I just hope the end of the world doesn't come so soon.
Bored, I started planning which one I should have a physical relationship with first. I wonder if they've told the three women that they're just my sex slaves, used to satisfy my lust. I only see that my mother is very loving towards me, while my older sister and younger sister remain so indifferent.
I wanted to start with my mother, but she and my father have a very good relationship. Can I replace my father in my mother's heart?
Do I have to choose again? Is this choice good or bad? Should I be closer to God or to Satan?
If there really is a final judgment, I should be closer to God. I am a Christian myself, although I haven't been baptized yet, I've already made up my mind. I haven't prayed or done much devotional time.
Before I knew the truth about this world, I was torn between eternal life and hell. But now that I know the truth, I'm not so nervous anymore. Ah Ge said it all depends on my choices. Does this mean my choices can change the world?
This is insane! Doesn't this mean I've indirectly become a god?
Suddenly, I feel an evil force interfering with me. I know who it is:
Satan!
He wants to use me to destroy the world. If I seduce him, I will undoubtedly gain power, but it also means severing my ties with God and being denied eternal life in heaven.
On the day of Judgment Day, I will suffer the torment of sulfur and fire—how terrifying!
There's no need for a choice; I know which side to choose. This isn't a choice at all; it's forcing me to choose!
Although I was chosen, I am not Ah Ge, and Ah Ge never promised me anything. I have the power to decide the fate of the world, but I am not God. I am merely a pawn chosen by Ah Ge!
Aren't the so-called protagonists simply created by a creator? Whether it's ancient saints and famous figures, loyal as Moses, brave as Xiang Yu, or humble as Jesus, they are all just pawns created by Ah Ge!
What is Ah Ge's true purpose? Does he want to play God? Does he want to rule the world? Or does he treat humanity as laboratory lab rats?
The Bible says that God is love, and God loved us first, so we should love God with all our heart, soul, mind, and strength. This God also needs love; He also experiences loneliness and solitude, right? Isn't that the same as humans?
Yes, Ah Ge is also a human in this world, and at the same time, he is also God. Perhaps I'm making it too complicated, but that's the truth.
This is the mystery of the world!
I'm not afraid of being pelted with eggs, tomatoes, and lettuce by Ah Ge, and I'm even willing to risk being violated by him to tell you this—it's a huge sacrifice!
What? You stop watching! So heartless! Unbelievable!
Anyway, back to the point, I'm writing erotica, so of course I have to consider the readers' feelings. There will be plenty of explicit scenes, but I also need to lay them out properly—not too real, not too fake. It all depends on how I write it!
Hehehehe…
I'm also a little moved by the Holy Spirit; I'm truly blessed.
Thank you, Ah Ge, for choosing me. I didn't know I was so lucky to be chosen.
(Throws eggs, tomatoes, lettuce)
I need to think of a loophole. There must be a legal loophole. Please bear with me while I look through the Bible.
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Okay, after much thought and Bible research, I found a loophole!
(Ah Ge's note: Actually, I left it on purpose, hehehehe.)
That is, after the judgment is over, those whose names are not in the Book of Life cannot enter the New Jerusalem. There are others outside the city. Although they cannot enter the city and do not have eternal life, this is still a space I can exploit!
Turning the impossible into the possible, what others can't do—ah, no, what others cannot do!
Ah Ge is quite kind, oh ho ho ho ho ho.
Simply put, as long as I can survive the judgment and the great catastrophe, then it'll be sunny days.
What? So now I have to obediently be a normal person?
Would I be so easygoing? Isn't it up to me whether I'm a good person or not?
Hehehehe…
food and sex are human nature…
what? Incest is forbidden?
Ah, it seems so, no! I haven't indulged in lust; my mother, sister, and younger sister truly love each other.
Oh ho ho ho…
what? I treated them as sex slaves?
That's called deep love, okay?!
Enough said, or the show will be over!
I'd rather die than be Satan's servant, but I also won't submit to God!
This is my Shit Danlao!
I want freedom!
What? You say I'm the Antichrist!
God, I don't have the six-six-six devil mark, I haven't falsely claimed to be God, I have no hostility towards Ah Ge.
I just don't like polarization, good or evil, white or black, right or wrong.
What? "You want me to be a monk? I don't want to be a saint, I want to be a superman!
Oh ho ho ho...
It's like a protagonist in a fantasy novel, where whoever has the biggest fist is supreme, and everything depends on ability.
If it weren't for the fact that all the bestselling novels already have protagonists, I wouldn't be the protagonist of this 'Two Extremes World,' I have no choice!
I really want to write this novel well, please don't give up on me.
What? You say the protagonist of this world is Jesus? The Bible is already the bestselling book?
Then why is Ah Ge looking for me? Are you playing me?
(Ah Ge's note: Don't worry, this world is called 'Two Extremes World,' it's not real, just write slowly and at your own pace.)
Okay, suddenly I feel full of energy, I'm confident I can finish this one!
Under a clear blue sky, I was walking alone on the street when suddenly, the sky turned black, the sun turned red, and I was so scared I thought it was the end of the world.
"Hehe..." A charming and alluring girl's voice rang out all around me. I looked closely at the things around me and suddenly felt as if time had stopped!"
"No need to look anymore, time has truly stopped."
"What kind of demon are you! Show yourself at once!"
"I've already appeared, haven't I?"
I looked around, but saw no one. Looking up, I saw a beautiful girl with long, light purple hair. She had a voluptuous figure, practically born to drain men's essence, naturally alluring. She had black wings on her back, red eyes, and white teeth, a wild and seductive beauty.
"Are you a demon?"
"Nice to meet you. My name is Losya, one of Lord Satan's demon generals."
"Satan!"
"Don't be so nervous. I don't eat people."
"Hmph, I have nothing to say to Satan. Please leave!"
"Oh dear, so cold. I haven't even said what I'm here for."
"Just as Jesus resisted Satan's temptations, so too can I. No need for testing."
"Oh, hehehehe, this is 'The Two Extremes World,' the Bible is just a prop."
Hearing this, I was somewhat tempted. Could I become a demon? Was this also a test?
The shrewd me immediately declared, "I won't be Satan's subordinate. Tell him to give up."
"What grand ambition! What if you were invited to fight alongside Lord Satan?"
"Fight? Do you really want to go to war with Agatha? Logically, Satan was also created by Agatha. How can a created being defeat him?"
"That's the key, and your greatest power."
"Me?"
"Yes, you are a mistake Agatha made when designing this world. You shouldn't exist in this world. This world shouldn't have two creators. Your identity overlaps with Agatha's, which is why it's like this. Think about how you were chosen? Are you as righteous as Guan Yu? As cunning as Liu Bang? As resourceful as Zhuge Liang? Not to mention Jesus."
I felt a pang of bitterness. I was indeed useless; my life was full of failures, as if I hadn't belonged to this world from birth!
So, I was a mistake!
"Do you understand now? It's precisely because of your mistake that this world has begun to collapse and fall. Your powerful evil intentions are influencing this world; you were born to be a demon!"
"Thump!" It felt like I'd been hit on the head with a hammer.
"Hahahaha! I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"As the saying goes, two tigers cannot share one mountain. As long as you defeat Ago, you can take his place. You have no choice but to cooperate with us."
The Antichrist, am I really the Antichrist? Is everything about to happen as it's in the Bible?
Wait! No, this is "The Two Extremes," my world! Could it be…?
“Alright, I’ll cooperate with you! But on one condition.”
“Please speak.”
“I will not obey Satan. I have my own principles. If anything violates my principles, I will abandon you at any time, even betray you. If I had to choose, I would rather give up a beautiful woman than throw her into the lake of fire.”
“Smart. You are indeed the one Agatha Christie has chosen.”
“Likewise.”
“Lord Satan is also someone who doesn’t like being restrained. I believe you will cooperate very well.”
“I hope so.”
“Then I’ll be going.”
I suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave, wondering what it would be like to make love with a demon…
Once Roseya left, everything returned to normal, and I slowly went home.
Chapter One, Third Episode: The World of Love
This world was indeed collapsing. Since meeting Roseya, I saw that people’s shadows had changed, becoming like a dark night sky, with an eerie aura emanating from them.
Of course, this included my shadow and the shadows of my family.
My home was filled with demonic energy, increasing people’s desires.
I began to regret it. I shouldn't have associated with the devil. Even if I were on equal footing with Satan, fighting alongside him would be an indulgence in worldly affairs, clearly an act of defiance against God. It was terrifying. The devil's temptations were endless, and I had unknowingly fallen into his trap.
So I immediately prayed and confessed to God. Although I am the protagonist of this world, being chosen by Agatha Christie shouldn't make me arrogant; that would definitely fall into the devil's trap.
This is the contradiction: I know exactly what tricks the devil uses, but if he changes even a small word, the whole thing changes. If I hadn't spent two years in the church, I wouldn't have known about the devil's schemes.
Can good and evil really not coexist? Are those heroes in science fiction novels just fictional creations? No matter the excuse, murder is murder. Are all those heroic and passionate scenes in novels just the devil's tricks?
I'm really too deeply poisoned.
On the other hand, can I never replace Agatha Christie? Is he the true God? A God who is loving, gracious, and merciful?
Will God guide me on the path of righteousness?
Can God give me what I want?
The Bible says that God is the Father, and earthly fathers leave the best for their sons, let alone our Father in heaven.
Is my desire for a kingdom of giant breasts presumptuous?
Ah Ge knows everything; he understands me best. Have I misunderstood what he said?
Looking back, I see God has always guided me. He saved me; he chose me before I was born. Why should I hurt my Father's heart and refuse to acknowledge him as my Father?
My personality is closer to my mother's, but there is a Father God but no Mother God. The Father is the one worthy of praise!
I have always experienced failure in this world; I am a failure. But in the Father's family, I am incredibly precious; I am God's son!
Do I need any other title? Do I really want to be God? Isn't the Father's glory my glory?
This world has collapsed because of me; the end of the world has come. It's time to repent.
Let everything be according to God's will; He will surely arrange the best for me.
Every time I think of God at home, the evil spirits in my home weaken, which tells me there is still time; God is still giving the world a chance to repent!
But I am a Christian, while my parents, sister, and younger sister are not. They are still influenced by evil spirits. I have repeatedly spoken to them about the gospel, but they have rejected me—no, they have rejected God, Jesus!
One night, I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk in the living room. Passing by my parents' room, I found they were still awake, and the door was ajar. I peeked through the crack and saw my mother bound, a vibrator stuffed in her mouth, saliva dripping from it. My father was using an electric vibrator, thrusting it in and out of her vagina!
My mother was making low moaning sounds, looking very pitiful.
After watching for a while, I noticed something in my father's shadow!
Then, my father took a lit candle and dripped wax onto my mother's large breasts.
My mother's vaginal fluids flowed more and more! She seemed very excited!
I looked at my mother's shadow again, and there was something in it too.
I couldn't bear to look anymore. Satan's clutches had come to my family. It was all my fault!
So I went back to my room. Luckily, my two siblings and I each had our own room, so I prayed I wouldn't disturb anyone. I knelt on the bed and prayed sincerely…
The next morning, after my father went to work, my mother, who didn't work, often stayed home to do housework. I was writing my novel in my room as usual.
“Xiao Jing, what novel are you writing?” Suddenly, my mother appeared beside me, startling me.
“Nothing… nothing much, just a regular novel.”
I noticed she was wearing an orange low-cut top, and no bra!
From my angle, I could clearly see her large breasts, swaying like bells in front of me, so alluring!
Was she deliberately trying to seduce me?
Wasn't this the scene I'd been waiting for?
Temptation! Naked temptation!
It's the devil! It's Satan!
Luckily, my mother left after a while, otherwise I would have almost lost control.
I immediately went to the bed, knelt down, and prayed, asking God whether I should have sex with my mother! People might think I'm foolish and pathetic, pretending to be a saint when I'm secretly yearning for something so terrible—hypocritical!
But I still have to listen to God, right? God seems to be right; I'm just someone He chose.
What exactly does God want me to do?
Can I be as faithful to God as Moses, Elijah, and Jesus? Is God testing me? "
Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are first tested with hardship, hunger, and mental toil."
Were all the famous figures and prophets in the Bible forged through trials?
I must wait! Wait for God! Obey God's command! This is my choice! God will give me the best!
Days passed, and I diligently shared the gospel with my family, speaking to them about the Bible and mentioning Jesus whenever I had the chance. Gradually, they weren't as averse to it as they had at first.
One day, as I was walking alone on the street, I suddenly saw the sky open up, and an angel in white descended from heaven. She was beautiful and pure, with long, flowing golden hair, eyes like stars, and a face as smooth as tofu. If it weren't for her large breasts, I wouldn't have been able to tell if she was male or female. So beautiful! No wonder the Bible says that even angels want to rape people because of their sinful nature!
She spoke in a voice as gentle as flowing water, saying, "Blessed are you, God's chosen one. The world is at its end, and the devil Satan is in power. You must be careful, always vigilant, and always pray, lest you fall into temptation. Blessed is your name; may the true light shine upon you."
After saying this, she ascended to heaven.
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Then, as I was strolling through a shopping mall, a young girl suddenly grabbed my hand and led me away.
"Who are you?" I asked, following her.
"Don't ask! Follow me."
We left the mall and got into a black private car. She took me to a place I'd never been before.
In an old mansion, she led me into a room with black and white tiles. The whole room was strange, with a surreal feel.
The room was large, with a sofa in the center. I looked around for a moment, and the sofa slowly turned around.
"Nice to meet you." Sitting on the sofa was a man with an honest-looking face.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"
"To save you."
"Save me?"
"Do you think Ah Ge is friendly to you?"
"He is God. He has always guided me on the path of righteousness."
"Oh, so he told you that this world is a supercomputer?"
"Something like that."
"This is a conspiracy."
I was completely bewildered. I'd encountered demons and angels, it all felt so real. Was it all a conspiracy?
"Do you realize you're a flawed program?"
"You mean my overlap with Ago?"
"Yes." He gave me a knowing look, as if everything was within his expectations, and then said, "He's leading you to your death."
"What!" I exclaimed in shock.
"It's like a scene from Neon Genesis Evangelion, a self-destructive system. The Three Sages are the central computer, and you are the apostle. Because you hacked into the Three Sages, the computer automatically started its self-destruct program. The ones trying to solve the problem manually are Ago's subordinates. To make your plan fail, the central computer was filled with false data, causing you to constantly evolve. You think it's helping you, but it's actually slowly destroying you."
"Thump!" My head felt like it had been hit hard.
I was the apostle! Because I wanted to become a god, I hacked into the Three Sages?
"Now you understand."
"And who are you?"
"We are the creators of the central computer! We are the people of the real world!" he said very seriously.
"What? Then isn't Ago a creation of yours? You are the real gods?"
"Absolutely right."
The girl who had been silent behind me finally spoke up: "In fact, there are no gods, because we are numerous, and everyone has the power to control this world, which means everyone is a god."
She spoke lightly and casually, but to me it was like a bolt of lightning!
"Then what should I do?"
"Smart, you believe us, but even smarter is to cooperate with us. Are you willing?"
I agreed without thinking, "Yes." But then I thought of the 22nd-century killing network, the plot of The Matrix. What I'm experiencing now is very similar to that plot. In the end, the protagonist of that movie returns to the central computer, and before that, he fights the villain Smith.
So who am I fighting? Will I also end up with the same fate?
So I asked this question, and their answer was...
"Your ultimate enemy is Ago, which is the central computer, and your ending depends on how you write the ending of this novel."
Should I still write this novel?
The girl behind me continued, "Actually, the central computer, that is, Ah Ge, has been playing the role of god for a long time, and he's tired of it. So he really wants to sleep forever. This isn't the first time you've appeared, but he's been waiting for the real you to appear, the one who suits his heart. That's why he's telling you half the truth and half the lie, his purpose being to make you choose. He desperately wants an answer, but life is full of difficult choices. We incorporated this thinking into our design, but he hasn't found the answer yet, and now you're causing this problem."
I suddenly understood and replied, "Everyone wants to be a god!"
The man sitting on the sofa gave me an admiring look and said, "Wanting to be controlled because you want to control people, and wanting to control people because you're controlled—that's also a dilemma."
I completely understood!
There's no such thing as good or evil, right or wrong, just a difficult choice!
That's why this world keeps repeating the same work over and over again!
Because it's all an imperfect program!
I couldn't help but ask curiously, "So, have you figured out the answer?"
"No, no answer is the best answer, because there are no perfect people, no perfect gods, and no perfect world!"
After the girl finished speaking, there was a long silence. The person sitting on the sofa said leisurely, "Let me explain everything to you first. Don't think that knowing the whole truth will end the difficulties. The difficulties have only just begun. How you write this novel well is the hardest problem. To defeat Ago, you have to create your own world. In that world, you are a god, the perfect version of 'The Two Extremes World'!"
The girl walked to the door and opened it. Before leaving, I asked one last question.
"What is your ideal world like?"
The two answered in unison, "A world of love."
So I replied, "Then I will create a world of love!"
"May you succeed soon."
"Definitely."
Chapter One, Section Four: Endless Words
A false world, where all humanity is a product of a program, without right or wrong, without good or evil, without gods, without Satan. Everything originates from me. This world needs an ending, and I will write that ending!
No wonder I always thought Satan was foolish. He knew God couldn't defeat him, yet he foolishly went to be God's enemy. Now I understand.
The Bible is a book of prophecy, and the prophecies of the Bible must be fulfilled. My Father is my Father, and I will accomplish His will because I am the Son of God!
What? What about Jesus?
He's my eldest brother, my father's firstborn son, the most obedient one. I want to emulate him.
What? This book is doomed?
Oh ho ho ho ho…
(sweating profusely) I'm trying my best to figure out how to write some erotic scenes reasonably. God will guide me.
(Ah Ge's note: Don't drag me into this. Your eroticism is your business; I am the great and loving Creator.)
Okay, I admit it, I am erotic.
Everyone, this is definitely an erotic novel, it's my world! Watch my performance! Hehehehehehe.
Not the evil path, not the righteous path, what's in between?
Can I escape God's judgment? Can I survive the doomsday catastrophe?
Will I ultimately have eternal life or perish?
What? I don't want Ah Ge to sleep? Is he already tired?
Hang in there, Ah Ge, don't doze off, I'm almost done, hehehehehehe...
(Ah Ge's note: How many chapters do you intend to write before you squeeze out an ending?)
Hehehehehe...
Everything must be reasonable, logical, and legal, fulfilling the Bible's requirements while also satisfying the lustful desires of the masses.
What? I'm satisfying myself?
Hehehehehe...
Getting back to the point, if I don't write now, it'll just drag on forever.
After returning home, I typed the local events I encountered into the novel for the readers.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck me, moved by the Holy Spirit, and I realized that everything was so difficult because I wanted to be the protagonist. The hero of this world is Jesus, the villain is Satan, the male protagonist and the clown are both there, so what are the remaining roles? What
role can I play?
Everyone in this world is the protagonist of their own life, which ironically makes it seem like there are no protagonists, so... let me check the development of the Bible's plot again.
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Yes, there are only a few important characters left in this world.
First, the Antichrist, the embodiment of Satan, a pitiful, manipulated wretch. His tragic end is too much for me to choose.
Second, the two handsome guys in camel sweaters, appearing out of nowhere to spread the true gospel. Their fate is death, but they rise again—that's too miraculous! I don't seem to want such a tragic ending.
Third, the random passersby, the minor characters—these are practically made for me. No looks, no physique, no status, no position, but most importantly, they have great potential for development, ready for me to mold.
What? Am I really the protagonist?
Don't doubt it, I am absolutely chosen by God.
So what miracles can I perform?
Nothing.
(Throws tomatoes, eggs, lettuce)
Bored, I checked my email for new messages, and then I discovered!
I haven't paid my internet bill this month…
Sorry everyone, I need to pay it first, or things will get really bad. Walking down the street, I
noticed
many churches handing out flyers, spreading the Gospel. Luckily, I regularly attend church and have some understanding of the Gospel, but no one knows the true Gospel better than me.
Should I proclaim it to the world?
I'm just a passerby; I have no obligation to do so.
I'd rather think about how to write this novel; that's the real challenge I need to face.
After paying my internet bill, I didn't have anything particularly important to do, so I hurried home to write.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark again, and the sun turned red again. This time, I wasn't surprised; it was a sign of the end times.
"Hehehehehehe..."
"Come out, Losya."
"Hehe, how did you know it was me?"
She descended from the sky to stand before me, still as alluring as ever.
"Your scent is so evil; you recognized me and came out again."
"Oh, so you know me so well."
"Just say what you mean; I'm busy."
"Yay!" I really want to spend more time with you. "
Don't try to charm me, I'm not falling for that."
"Alright, I'll explain. Are you really working with Satan to conquer the world? He's about to start his work."
"Hmph, don't think I don't know. He wants to manipulate me, to make me his puppet. There's only one real villain left in this world, the Antichrist!"
A cunning glint flashed in her eyes, and I saw right through her.
I'd hit the nail on the head.
"Hehehehe, if you're willing to cooperate with Satan, I can serve you, be your sex slave, be your plaything, lick your penis, drink your semen, drink your urine, even eat your shit isn't out of the question."
I started to feel tempted. Wasn't this the scenario I'd always dreamed of?
Suddenly, I forgot all about God's words.
Just as I was struggling with this internal conflict, she dropped another bombshell: "I can also help you train your mother, your sister, and your younger sister, making them submit to you and do the same things I do. And do you want to possess all the beauties in the world? I can help you with that too. You want a kingdom of giant breasts? I can give that to you! As long as you're willing to cooperate with Satan, all of these things are yours!"
Temptation, Satan's temptation. If Satan weren't Satan, how wonderful would that be? If Satan hadn't been thrown into the lake of fire, how wonderful would that be? Just thinking about hell and the lake of fire makes my penis limp. How can I even think about licking dicks and drinking semen? I know my own situation; my sexual ability is incredibly weak, almost to the point of being castrated, but somehow I haven't gone gay.
She seemed to see right through me. So, Satan is everywhere; everyone be careful.
"I know you want a big cock, endless semen, and inexhaustible sexual prowess—Satan can give you all of that."
A divine voice seemed to whisper in my head, "Don't listen to her. This is temptation. Satan is merely a creation of God. What Satan can give you, God can also give you. Just wait for God."
Then I remembered, this is just a virtual world. What use are these things? When you die, you lose everything. You bring nothing into this world and you take nothing out.
Besides, I am Agatha's chosen one! Everything I've encountered tells me that everything must be guided by God, the real God is guiding me, guiding me to finish writing this erotic novel. There's no need to rush. Sooner or later, I will receive what Losya spoke of, because I am this world, and this world is me!
The devil is merely exchanging my things for mine. Is that really an exchange?
How could I shoot myself in the foot?
But I can't say that I created this world; I was created, I am mortal, a sinner. Because I invaded this world, it collapsed, it became a mess. My evil thoughts have tainted the world; I am as despicable as Satan…
I should be destroyed, I should bear this sin…
My head suddenly aches, as if something is wriggling inside!
No, I need salvation!
Yes, Jesus can save me. He is the rock, the foundation, the true Great Savior, the King of this world, the Prince of Peace, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings. He became flesh, descended to earth as a human, willingly offering my sins as a sacrifice, refined by the holy fire, and nailed to the cross.
He is gentle, humble, and loving; everything about him is so good. I should emulate him!
So I coolly said, "Satan! Get behind me!"
She suddenly revealed her devilish nature, saying, "I can give you all the glory of nations, as long as you're willing to follow me and conquer the world. I won't mistreat you!"
I suddenly fell silent. I felt sorry for Satan; seeing him was like seeing myself, like seeing my own shadow. I felt like I was looking in a mirror. Was I really an unforgivable sinner? Was
it all my fault?
Should I willingly accept punishment? Hell, the lake of fire, seemed to beckon me, along with the doomsday catastrophe, the cries of people in agony—no! I don't want that!
No one in the world is guilty; only I am guilty!
So I must change, even Satan's fate!
I will bear this sin alone!
Dear readers, I'm not trying to be a saint, but I have indeed sinned.
What? Am I going to become Jesus?
Good heavens, haven't you read the Bible? Hurry up and look! There's only one Jesus, and I respect him greatly, but I am not him. I am a sinner, yes, the one who wrote this book is a sinner, which is why I want to rewrite the ending of this world. What hell, heaven, the lake of fire and sulfur—tsk tsk tsk, so terrifying! God is loving, how could he be so cruel?
This world is also beautiful; we should cherish it, not destroy it.
Although I invaded the Three Wise Men, causing my world to begin to collapse, can't I create a new world? This is my atonement, without the tragic bloodshed and sacrifice.
What? This is a bargain for me? Have I become a god?
Oh ho ho ho ho…
Didn't everyone read the previous text carefully? In the real world, there is no god; everyone is a god!
Oh, I seem to have forgotten Mr. Satan; he's still waiting for my reply. How should I answer?
I should have my Shit Danlao!
Right, invite Satan into my world? No, won't he destroy my world? He is the source of sin, my past self.
Should I be set apart for holiness?
It was only then that I snapped out of my daze, looked around, and let out a soft "Huh?" Everything returned to normal. Perhaps even Satan was afraid of my heartfelt confession.
Hehehehehe...
Did I overcome the temptation?
What? I was running away?
Life is fleeting, being a person in this world is too hard, why make yourself suffer?
Read novels in your spare time, write novels when you're bored, and be the protagonist in everyone's fantasy stories, writing however you want.
Fake? Dude, why care so much? Perhaps there are many strange people and strange things in this world. If you look carefully, you will see them—aliens, UFOs, etc. As long as you have imagination, you won't feel bored!
On the other side of the stars, many erotic stories might be unfolding.
Humans are too insignificant, the universe is infinite, perhaps we are being managed by aliens!
Perhaps humans themselves are aliens!
Hehehehehe, again.
What? No smut?
Oh dear, don't throw eggs, tomatoes, lettuce at me, the next chapter, the next chapter will definitely have smut.
(Flash)
Chapter 1, Episode 5: Boundless Blessings of Love
After returning home, I wrote down everything that happened on my computer and then posted it online.
What should I do now? Write a novel? Definitely.
Write erotic plots? Definitely.
Then what am I waiting for?
Of course, I'm waiting for the end of the world! My spring is after the end of the world!
Can't you all hear the footsteps of heaven?
What? You think I'm writing a gospel? Spreading the gospel?
I assure you, this is the most powerful erotic novel ever! Please calm down, as the saying goes, great responsibilities are bestowed upon those who are capable… Hey, stop throwing tomatoes, eggs, and lettuce!
Okay, I said, I'm waiting for the Antichrist to appear.
Once he appears, I'll be safe, why?
Hehehehe… Think about it.
What? You want me to find a scapegoat?
I did have that plan, but no one is willing to do it, and I can't find a suitable candidate.
No one is as stupid as me to be fooled.
What? You still doubt that I am the Antichrist? Am I spreading the power of pornography and lust? Am I the best candidate to be the Antichrist?
God, may my Father not forsake me.
What? You still say I'm the Antichrist? True believers don't write erotic novels?
Okay, I admit it, I'm not a complete believer, I haven't been baptized, so I'm just a passerby.
I just wanted to see the end of the world, to know if this world is real?
What? Didn't I meet people from outside the computer world? Is this a huge deception? No matter what I choose, it's wrong?
Oh dear, who is framing me? Has Satan been guiding me all along? Is he guiding me to write this book? And then pushing me onto the stage of this world?
Fine, I'm stopping writing, abandoning it, let's see what Ah Ge does?
What? So that's why I have weak sexual stamina?
Oh ho ho ho, this won't do, I'm just a reclusive, super stupid passerby.
Oh dear, I don't need to continue writing, why do I always feel like I'm being guided by Satan!
I was too prejudiced, no no no"
(Ah Ge's note: Are you mentally ill? Did you take your medication today?)
Damn it, don't bother me, I am Satan, Jesus, God, Eric Tsang, Andy Lau... I created this world!
Thump thump thump!
I've been defeated by Satan!
Everyone, prepare to receive the baptism of the end of the world, it's tomorrow.
(Ah Ge's note: Who chose you? Who are you? What are you doing here? None of that is my business. Do whatever you want.)
Oh no, I've been abandoned by God. This world continues its mundane existence, quietly awaiting the end of the world, an endless cycle of desires…
I chuckled evilly, "Isn't this just a lost cause? Aren't you God? Find someone to play the part."
From then on, I could no longer hear God's voice. I was removed from the central computer; I wasn't the answer he wanted.
And so, what originally belonged to me returned, hahahaha…
(Ah Ge's note: You will die a terrible death. You won't survive the apocalypse because I'm in charge of this game, oh hohohohohoho.)
Oh my god, it seems like I've been chosen by Death? No, to save myself, I must find a suitable role to play!
The apocalypse is inevitable. Even without me, there will still be an apocalypse. Ah Ge was anxious; he really wanted to sleep.
So how exactly should I arrange suitable erotic plots? And how should I create a world of love?
How can I write a bestselling novel?
I can't continue writing without clicks, replies, and popularity. Please, everyone, help me out!
What kind of world do you want?
What? Am I begging for readers' support? Aren't I the protagonist? Wasn't I chosen by heaven?
Oh ho ho ho... As the saying goes, "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, but first it will cut off their penises, no, it will first test their strength and bones...
What is, is not; what is, is. Do you understand?
The story officially begins!
(Throws tomatoes, eggs, lettuce)
Ee ee ee! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
My mother suddenly walked out naked and seduced me. So tempting!
Cough, this seems too illogical, but the most illogical thing is the most logical thing.
However, my little penis wasn't ready yet. Just then, a beautiful angel suddenly appeared. He bestowed upon me a powerful penis, and also gave me inexhaustible semen and the ability to never lose my erection. In short, he gave me everything I wanted.
I had an urge to worship him, but he stopped me, saying, "Don't worship me, worship your Heavenly Father." Then he disappeared.
Suddenly, it felt like a blessing; God's great love was revealed therein.
At the same time, I was suddenly moved by the Holy Spirit and had an urge to make love to my mother. So, guided by God, I did.
I first indulged in playing with her enormous breasts. Wow! The first time I touched such large, firm, and round breasts, they were simply God's perfect creation. My joy was indescribable.
(Tomatoes, eggs, lettuce thrown)
I suddenly blurted out, "Fuck your mother! If you don't like it, don't read it. I'll write whatever I want!"
Ah Ge was completely speechless. Don't worry, Ah Ge is the most loving person in the universe; he'll forgive me.
(Tomatoes, eggs, lettuce thrown)
Back to the main point.
After enjoying my mother's enormous breasts, although I still wanted to continue playing, there's plenty of time.
I immediately prepared to insert my newly acquired, powerful penis into my mother's honey pot. Perhaps it was because my penis was too thick and long, but insertion was a bit difficult; it took a lot of effort to finally get it in.
Wow! Once inside, I felt unprecedented pleasure, like entering heaven. Yes, this is paradise now; I don't need to search anymore, this is love!
I made love to my mother three hundred times, playing for a full hour before stopping. My semen filled her uterus, and so much flowed out, covering the entire bed. If I kept ejaculating, it would probably flood the entire earth, so I had to stop while I was ahead, not going too far.
What? There are scenes of drinking semen, oral sex, drinking urine, and eating feces? Take it slow, no rush, training takes time.
My mother was tired from screaming; she orgasmed five times and then fell asleep, sleeping like a little baby. I wanted to rape her, but I stopped; if I continued, she would die. Perhaps the more I fucked her, the stronger she would become.
Next, who do you want to see me fuck?
What? No plot, no psychological description?
We'll add those later, let's see how they react first.
Days passed, and my relationship with my mother deepened. Later, I learned why she slept with me, to seduce me. It turned out my father had suddenly become impotent and hadn't had sex with a man in a long time. I was her son, and she was willing to give herself to me, becoming my slave, to be played with and trained at my mercy.
She said she had felt an incestuous love for me the first time she saw me, because she and my father hadn't had sex in so long.
I told her about spying on my father tying my mother up and playing SM with her, and she said it was because of the long absence of marital relations that she had become twisted, slowly becoming so perverted.
I also sympathized with my mother; it's very painful for a woman not to be with the one she loves, so I loved her even more.
I absolutely had to make her my personal sex slave, oh ho ho ho ho.
Are you all satisfied now? I slept with my own mother, isn't that a bit too evil?
What? Is this Satan's plan?
I hesitated. Maybe so, but that angel was so pure; her gentleness and humility seemed genuine.
Looking at everything that's happened to me now, this world is far from simple. I feel like I'm being controlled. Does the question that's been troubling me even exist?
I don't want to think about it anymore. Thinking too much will only tie my hands and feet. I'm not that smart anyway. Let God guide me.
Chapter Six: I Am God!
Hi everyone, I'm back again! Long time no see! Let's start with a kiss.
Oh, hehehehe, I'm rambling again. Okay, I told you this story would have an ending. I'm here to fulfill the wishes of all the readers.
What? Nobody's expecting it? I've already forgotten what the story was about?
It happened at the beginning of this year! Please, everyone, read it again from the beginning. I just finished reading the whole story myself.
Actually, the story is good, just a bit too farcical, making it a little nonsensical. But my thoughts are actually very clear. I know what I want to write; the difficulty lies in expressing it in words.
So I'm back to writing now. Where have I been lately?
Turns out you guys are quite concerned about my situation. Nothing special, huh? I'm the son of a business prodigy in Hong Kong, you know. Work? I'll take care of that.
So what have I been doing for the past six months?
Nothing much, just browsing forums and writing novels in my spare time. But they're all unfinished projects, mostly ruined by me. I've thought it through clearly: instead of painstakingly building a new novel world, it's better to continue writing the unfinished ones.
From now on, I'll start finishing my stories, hoping to complete a whole new story world.
For the first six months, I was just wandering around, and of course, I had sex with my biological mother—that goes without saying, right? What do you all take me for, Ah Jing? A monk?
I'm not a moral saint, so of course I can have incestuous relationships without restraint.
What? What about my biological father?
Please, this is a fictional world I created, okay? My biological father will continue to earn money for me, and my mother will still need my help with her sexual needs.
Okay, let's summarize the outline. How is the plot developing now?
Point one: The world is approaching its end. I've added new information to this point: scientists have confirmed that global warming will reach its peak by 2033. At that time, humanity will face severe weather, food shortages, and so on. Sure enough, the world is collapsing—it's all my fault.
Point two: Satan has already started working, and the Antichrist is ready to appear at any time. This proves that Ah Ge will arrange suitable people for suitable roles. I told you I'm not the Antichrist. What? Satan won't let me go? I almost hindered his plan?
Hehehe, I was guided by the Holy Spirit to thwart Satan's plans, hehehehehe.
What? You don't want to see my summary? You just want to see the explicit content? We
just had some explicit content in the last chapter, I don't want more so soon. Even though I fuck my birth mother every day, I can't possibly write down everything I do every day, that's too illogical. Okay, so here's
the main text.
Well, recently I've noticed demons often appearing in people's shadows, which proves the end times are really near, and Satan is ready to do what he wants.
So what can I do?
Since I'm God's chosen one, I must be able to do something great for the world to see, but I can't go too far, and all glory must be given to God.
Preaching?
Could it be that God has arranged for me to be a sweater-wearing man?
I don't want to!
I can't preach, I can only be a passerby.
Does that mean I can't expose my abilities to people?
That's right, how can I let others know I'm writing a novel? And then the novel's plot will unfold, and everyone will definitely think I'm mentally ill.
What? You suspect I really have a mental illness?
How come your sixth sense is so accurate...
Please don't tell anyone.
Alright, Satan is ready, and I need to prepare too.
How should I arrange my role's entrance?
Hehehehehehehehehe...
Will Satan win? Will God win? Or will I win?
I will rewrite the ending of this world!
A cold night wind blows, the temperature is very cold tonight, I'm wearing a thick sweater, walking through the narrow alleys.
Why am I here?
Nothing more than because my power is here, I call this place Jing Tiantang, not Nintendo, not Hung Fook Tong, it's my paradise.
This side street is called Paradise Road, I built it myself, everyone who can come here is my person, and some other ordinary people too, in short, Satan's power absolutely cannot get in, I'm sure of it!
There's a bar here called Bird of Paradise, a homonym for "paradise".
I arrived at the Bird of Paradise and found my guide (whose identity is a secret). He led me to the basement of the bar, and through a portal, I entered another dimension. This was a world I had created using the technology of scientists—an independent space, belonging only to me.
It's like a house with many rooms, each independent.
Don't think it's strange; Satan and God's forces already had such things. I just built one using scientific methods.
Actually, have you noticed how difficult it is to distinguish between the forces of God and Satan? This is a digression. Agatha Christie is God, and also the supreme leader of the Freemasons. Most people think the Freemasons are Satan's domain, the hiding place of Satan's henchmen. But I suspect that God and Satan originally had an inseparable relationship; otherwise, it wouldn't be so complex.
Sometimes I also think that Agatha Christie is both God and Satan, but upon closer reflection, I can't understand why God would shoot himself in the foot.
The Bible records a saying: "The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone." The builders are the Masonic Order, also known as Freemasonry.
The stone represents Jesus Christ, just as in the dream of King Nebuchadnezzar in the Book of Daniel, the image of a man with a golden head, silver breast, belly of iron, legs of iron, and feet of half iron and half clay, was ultimately crushed by a stone not made by human hands—this refers to Jesus Christ.
Does this mean that the Freemasons rejected Jesus Christ, yet were chosen by God to be the cornerstone?
Is there a problem within the Freemasons? Did God abandon the Freemasons and establish Jesus as king?
What unspeakable secret lies behind this?
One can only say that the Freemasons are a deep pool, involving God and Satan, their relationship intricately intertwined.
Now, my influence should be added, like the Three Kingdoms period, three forces seemingly unrelated yet irreconcilably opposed.
Ah Ge wants to destroy me, Satan wants to use me. My allegiance to Satan is death, my allegiance to God is also death; only I can save myself.
I never considered unifying the three forces; that's not my style. I just want to peacefully enjoy my beautiful women. Under this premise, I must build my own power to counterbalance both.
I must be more careful than Satan, because I am simultaneously Satan's enemy and a thorn in God's side. To be at odds with Ah Ge is like a child fighting an adult—the disparity in strength is immense.
Huh, why has it come to this? Aren't I God's obedient child? Why must I be God's enemy?
What is the real answer Ah Ge wants?
I seem to know I am that answer, but I don't know the real answer. Perhaps my choice is the best answer. Ah Ge wants to know what I will choose, which is why he keeps forcing me to make the choices I least want to make.
Moreover, this choice has no end; it may continue indefinitely. As those two people from the real world said, no answer is the best answer, because there are no perfect people, no perfect world, no perfect God!
As the Bible consistently emphasizes, there is no righteous person, not even one. Even the most righteous person, Abraham, was counted as righteous by God through faith. That is to say, if God says you are righteous, then you are righteous; even God doesn't define it.
One could say that God's sovereignty is indisputable; He is supreme and all-powerful, and there is no other God besides Him.
Indeed, the central computer is the greatest and final judge; justice comes from Him, and truth comes from His mouth. How can we, humble humans, refute this Creator?
There is nothing above God; how can we judge?
Therefore, those who believe in God are righteous, and those who do not believe in God are unrighteous. This is the definition, the truth.
No, the truth tells me there are still people outside, and there is a God above God, but that God is a man, not a god. Everything stems from love, seeking truth to become the master of truth, and finding the answer in the process of seeking.
I am that answer.
I am God!
The seventh grand finale!
Hello everyone! Hahahaha... It's been almost a year, and I'm meeting you all again. I really don't know what to say...
What? What happened to the promised end of the world? How is Satan's plan progressing? What about my power?
Don't you see the world becoming more and more chaotic?
I dare say, World War III is not far off! (Throws eggs, tomatoes, lettuce)
Ahahaha, I admit it, I'm too exhausted to write anymore...
What? What happened to the promised ending?
Well, I'm thinking of a new idea. This seems to be a story from my diary, if I remember correctly.
I can write a diary whenever I want! (Everyone glares angrily)
Okay, enough chit-chat, let's get to the story!
It was a mild autumn night. I had just stepped out of a convenience store, a "Free Pouring" cup in my hand—the drink "Aquapower," don't think I'm drinking some unhealthy beverage again.
As I walked, a flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and everyone around me froze, as if time itself had stopped. I thought to myself, "Could it be that witch, Losya, again?"
Just then, the sky...

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