Original God, looking for the heart

The admirers will never forget that day.

That day, he embarked on a journey to find his heart with a new promise. That day, the golden feather on his body made him the hope of people in disaster.

That day, people looked at him. It was a plea, a gratitude, a prayer that saw him as a savior. That day, the doll took his golden feather and boarded the ship to Inazuma Castle.

The puppet reaches the land he has always been unwilling to set foot on. He found the guard and asked to see the General, his mother.

The guard did not want to report it because he was just a "wonderer."

The guard did not want to report him because he was not dressed to impress.

However, the guard still reported it because of the golden feather hanging on his chest - a certificate given by the General.

The big shots were panicking. Alas, he is not here to speak out for those civilians;

Oops, am I no longer able to hide my crimes?

Alas, the general will not blame himself for this. No, we must stop him.

They kept the admirers.

You see, Sir General, she has a heavy workload, so why not come to my house and wait for her summons.

One day passed, and they said that the General was dealing with previous affairs; two days later, they said that the General was cleaning up monsters at the border; three days later, "General, she was in retreat... For several days, the General seemed to be busy with other things." .Does she not care about the safety of her people?

I didn’t know where I heard it from, but the Lord Palace Secretary of Kamizura Taisha Shrine can also handle such incidents. After a lot of hard work, the admirer finally reached the Kamizakura Taisha Shrine suspended in the air.

The palace minister narrowed his eyes after hearing this and promised to send troops to support this place. The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he could finally go back with peace of mind.

The small boat carrying the strange people bumped and bumped on the sea. Everyone's gratitude makes Qingqi feel warm. They say that Qingqi is their friend; they say that Qingqi is their benefactor; they say that Qingqi is their savior!

"Mo Bei, I'm very happy now," Qingqi Zhe put his hand on his chest, looked at the place where Tao Sha was treading, and said softly.

One day, two days, three days... the sky changed its face, it was angry. Where are the reinforcements? Where are the reinforcements? Where are they? Until the real natural disaster strikes, those reinforcements still only exist in everyone's imagination. Lightning, thunderstorms, tsunamis... and cries. The curious man knelt on the ground and looked at everything in disbelief.

Reinforcements, reinforcements, illusory bubbles.

He heard it, questioned, slandered, cursed.

"He's lying to us!"

"He didn't report it to the General!"

"He is with the officers and soldiers!"

"hypocrite!"

The Qingqi people are still praying to the gods despite these infamy. please! "Save them." However, the disaster never subsided, and the village was destroyed in front of the curious eyes.

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"God? Haha, he's just a condescending, cold and ruthless guy." Years later, the Qingqiu recalled it and sneered. However, the target of his ridicule may also include himself.

Actually placing hope in "God"? Ridiculous.

The Stranger...no, he should be called a "skirmisher" now...the skirmisher will never forget that day.

That day, he returned to Inazuma again.

Are the feathers of the bird that I haven’t seen for many years already full? Are birds that I haven’t seen for many years now able to soar high in the sky?

As if he was worried that the birds would not recognize him, he actually put on clothes that represented "weakness", a purple and white kimono, and a veil. Even the golden feather, which is regarded as a "sin", hangs down on his chest. The string of bracelets dotted with blue flowers also exudes joy.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the original period: a puppet with knots as white as paper shortly after being awakened.

Looking for memories, he found the wooden house.

He imagined that when he opened the door, he would be able to see the already grown bird; he imagined that he told the bird personally that he already had a heart and fulfilled the agreement; he imagined that the bird embraced him and listened to his words. Heartbeat...

He opened the door...

There was no warmth as expected. The room was filled with dust, weeds, and cobwebs, and was cold.

His bird is not here.

The wind is sighing for him.

He went in anyway. The smell of dampness and decay penetrated my nose, and it was obvious that no one had lived here for a long time.

Time seems to have stood still.

He recalled that his bird had sworn the oath to him in person. The birds would be waiting for him here, always, always.

"He will come back." The skirmisher could only comfort himself in this way. His bird would definitely come back, and it would come back soon.

He couldn't stay long, he still had a dinner party - a dinner party held to celebrate him ascending to the sixth seat. Skirmishers don't like dinner parties. The lively atmosphere only makes him feel uncomfortable.

Until he met with other executive writers. Under the exchange of cups and cups, everyone has their own agenda. This became his only pleasure at the dinner party.

The end of the dinner party heralded that the stragglers could return to Daozhu again.

Still as pure and white as ever.

This time, it’s time for the birds to go home.

However, fate was particularly unfavorable to him.

What greeted him this time was ashes. Even the flowers beside the pond were not spared. He stood there blankly.

Before that, he thought that he could take the birds to pick up shells again; they could see the stars again; he could also hear the story of the princess and the dragon from the birds again...

But what he responded to was ashes and mess everywhere.

Was he...rejected?

The people who encouraged him at the beginning...rejected him in the end. That person didn't even want to come out to see him.

betray? Betrayal...betrayal!

He stood in front of the ashes and sneered at himself again: "Haha... In the end, you, like Niyu and the others... betrayed me!" Amid the sneer, two lines of tears silently ran down his face.

"Dolls also feel pain and shed tears."

The skirmisher felt uncomfortable in his chest. It was this "heart" that was making him uncomfortable. Then——as long as you dig out this heart, you won’t be able to feel anything anymore. The skirmisher's hand covered his heart, and his fingers clawed inwardly.

But what can he rely on to fill his hole?

Ah, he thought of the "Heart of God" that belonged to him. He pulled off the veil from his head and threw it aside.

"I give up everything, deny and ridicule everything in the world

My chest will no longer be touched by the world

Get rid of base human emotions

The empty part of me will be filled with the heart of the Supreme God full of divinity, just like the pure white scroll at the moment of birth.

Hehehe...hahahaha! "

At the fingertips, lightning flashes, and thunder falls one after another, mercilessly destroying this land that once held so many "beautiful things."

The doll that was the container has died, and now standing here is the sixth seat of the Fools—the skirmishers.

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