How do you feel about this name?

What Kloto wanted to say was very appropriate, because in her eyes, the world gave birth to all things, so everything in the world does naturally carry a certain innate debt.

Only the gods can exercise the laws, and their existence is closer to the root of the world.

Therefore, in many cases, their "existence" itself is a repayment for what they owe.

In this case, even if the world has long been destroyed, the essence of the gods can still carry something.

Therefore, for the gods, they never care about this kind of "debt".

There is nothing to be afraid of if they bear the "original sin" from the Creator. After all, they will not be held accountable.

However, in contrast, non-god beings are different.

When the world is still intact, they are like gods. They only need to calmly obey the arrangements of fate and play their own role in the operation of the world.

But once the world itself begins to collapse uncontrollably... then this inherent 'original sin' will begin to reap their lives.

"...So that's how it is. No wonder I'm so familiar with it. It turns out they are the same thing!"

"When the world is intact, all living things in the world don't need to worry about this. Even if we go against the trajectory of fate, 'original sin' will not come to us at all - because the price has been borne by us!"

In an angry tone, Clotho waved his fist in accusation, and the lantern swayed left and right in the air:

"But the goddess of fate can't do anything about it. This kind of thing is not something that can be solved by one or two gods."

"Besides, if this continues, when we can no longer bear it, who will Chaos's mother blame for it?"

"It won't be like this foreign land where they settle the 'original sins' of all living beings and kill all living things with the poison of fate, right?"

"But if we don't solve the problem of you, the source, it will be useless even if we kill all the people in the world!"

No one answered her, because Ryan only had a few guesses about the answer to this question.

No one knows what will happen to a world when its predetermined destiny is completely shattered while the world itself remains intact.

The goddess of fate alone would not be able to bear it, and without a god to bear the cost, perhaps everything would end here.

The world would think that this is just part of the cycle and not worth His attention.

But on the other hand, perhaps all living beings will also witness the most terrifying scene.

He will decide that everything is going the wrong way, and then he will tear it all down and start all over again.

Without precedent, there is no way to prevent it. Fortunately, Ryan had never intended to let things develop to this point.

He had been preparing for this a long time ago.

Although when facing this kind of thing, no preparation can guarantee success...but as long as the worst result does not occur, then the rest can still be changed.

Tread...  

Squeak——

With the rotten sound, Ryan pushed open the door and walked into the earthen house.

Looking up, he saw black and red bloodstains winding and twisting in front of him. The fisherman was rolling and struggling on the bed as Andre was lying on the bed.

The other party's consciousness had obviously begun to blur, although even he himself did not notice it.

Brown pus flowed down from his body, dripping onto the ground bit by bit.

Under the influence of the real disease, the fisherman's body began to collapse prematurely.

“…cough cough cough cough…I really miss it…”

Not knowing what he saw, Andre murmured in a trance, as fragile as a newborn baby.

Behind Ryan, his footsteps paused slightly, and Cloto, holding the lantern, seemed hesitant.

It wasn't that she disliked the fisherman's dirty body at the moment. In the river of fate, she had seen more uncomfortable scenes than this.

She just didn't want to get close to the pus and blood entangled with the poison of fate. This is the instinct of any living being.

But the next moment, Kloto widened his eyes and stared at the figure in front of him.

"—Wait, what are you doing?"

There was no response, but unlike last time, this time, Ryan really didn't have the time to respond to her.

He took a half step forward and placed his hand on the forehead of the fisherman in front of him.

In an instant, a long-lost pain surged into his heart.

At the same time, black and red marks began to appear on Andre's body.

Following the touching palm, it climbed towards the shoulder on Ryan's arm.

……

wow...

I don’t know how much time passed in this hazy dream.

Lying on his back on the wooden bed, Andre felt as if he had just had a big dream.

In his dream, he went back to the past, back to when he was the youngest, back to the moment when he came into this world, or even to the moment when his self-awareness was just born.

From the perspective of an outsider, he re-examined everything he had.

Joy, anger, sadness, fear.

Pain, pride, faith, despair.

There are good times and bad times, but more often bad times.

After all, as an ordinary fisherman, Andre was not a very capable person.

But for some reason, when he looked back at his past, he always felt like he was looking at a puppet.

It was as if everything had already been decided, and his choice was just a rule of fate.

'This is probably because I've already experienced it once.'

An idea came to Andre's mind.

Looking back at the past from the present, it is normal to have this feeling.

But even so, a feeling of regret still rose from the bottom of his heart, making him feel sad for no reason.

Time continued to pass, and in his dream, Andre once again experienced that world-destroying natural disaster.

The stars rained down, the sun fell, and everything in the world was changed.

But for some reason, when Andre saw this scene again, he no longer felt the despair he had as before. Instead, an inexplicable emotion rose from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if a voice was telling him that this was indeed a destruction, but it was also the collapse of old shackles.

"However, not all liberation is good. For example, when slaves were freed, the first thing they gained was not freedom, but death."

"Because the worst order is better than no order, and the best chaos is worse than no chaos... For the people of the world, no matter how heavy the shackles of fate are, they are actually just this heavy."

"Untying the chains will only bring about the whistle of destruction - is that right, Andre?"

The voice was not loud, and it carried a hint of fatigue and joy, but it instantly awakened the fisherman's spirit.

Andre suddenly opened his eyes and saw only the slowly withdrawing hand on the wooden bed.

On it, familiar calluses, traces of long-term soaking in river water, and scars left by wild beasts emerged one by one, and finally disappeared completely, as if they could not remain on the owner of the palm.

At the same time, an unprecedented sense of relief rose in his heart.