Mystery: The Stars Returner

Black clouds were rolling, waves were rising on the sea, and the sea breeze that was originally blowing gently became impatient and suppressed.

Mr. A was standing at the bow of the boat. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and even his straight and handsome facial features were a little sloppy by the wind.

Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, his mouth went dry, his body trembled slightly, and the courage he had built up was gradually blown away by the wind.

He originally wanted to show off a little in front of Lord Ouroleus how much he was favored by the Lord.

But when the words came to his lips, he changed to: "I have met Lord Ourolyus."

While talking, he uncontrollably bent his straight back.

In front of a true angel like Lord Ourolyus, courage and courage are too small.

The sea breeze was blowing by, and as he approached the ship, the tall and thin figure standing in the sky, even though his facial features were soft, his eyes did not show any hatred.

But Mr. A suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if his head was about to be chopped off with a knife in the next second.

He didn't dare to raise his head to observe Lord Ourolish's expression at this moment, so he could only bow his head respectfully and remain silent.

After two or three seconds of silence, the wings behind Ourolius flapped slightly, and strong winds of more than ten levels surged around him.

The waves began to surge, the ship began to rock, and the dark clouds gathering in the sky began to rain heavily. Mr. A was blown back two or three steps before he could barely stand firm.

Lord Ourolius came here with anger today.

Was he also trying to kill himself, a traitor to the Aurora Society who had been saddled with misunderstandings?

Mr. A's whole body was filled with coldness, and even his soul was about to be frozen.

In front of Lord Ourolyus, he had no chance to escape.

Fortunately, the expected death did not come, because the Lord he believed in came!

The violent wind and rain stopped at this moment, the sea surface returned to calm, and a hole was torn open in the black clouds in the sky, revealing the orange-red light of the sunset.

Looking at the figure who was as handsome as himself standing behind Mr. A, Ouroleus slowly uttered a word: "blasphemer."

This voice exploded in Mr. A's mind like thunder.

Blasphemer?

Who is the blasphemer in the mouth of Lord Ouroleus?

Is it yourself?

No, with a creature as fragile as his own, there is no way he would be able to arouse the interest of Lord Ourolyus to even take a second look.

So, the existence that this blasphemous sentence refers to is the Lord that I have always believed in devoutly?

Isn’t Lord Ouroleus an angel who serves the Lord?

Couldn’t He recognize that this was the incarnation of the Lord?

If Lord Ouroleus is right, who is the Lord that he has always believed in devoutly?

Despite the waves of turbulence in his mind, Mr. A still did not dare to raise his head. Instead, he lay prone on the ground with a look of confusion on his face.

After a while, as if grasping a life-saving straw, he began to close his eyes and chant the Lord's name continuously.

"I am God, so why should I blaspheme God?"

Hastur calmly looked at Ourolius, who was fanning his wings of white light.

Ever since he saw Ouroleus leaving the true creator, he knew that Ouroleus would find this place sooner or later.

Mr. A is a believer in the true Creator, and it is not difficult to locate him.

So Hastur had made several calculations in the Hall of Stars about how to face Ourolius. Although today's meeting was a bit quick, it was not surprising.

"Destruction is the Lord's greatest kindness to you." Wearing a simple linen robe, Ourolius chose to land on the bow of the ship and stood not far in front of Mr. A. He did not look at Hastur in a condescending manner. .

Even if he is the angel of destiny where the Lord sits, he cannot look at a god from an overlooking perspective.

"I will go straight to the Kingdom of God along this sea route. Do you want to come with me?" Hasta didn't care at all about Ourolius's threatening words.

"Come with us?" Ouroleus glanced at Mr. A, who was lying on the ground and chanting the Lord's name in a daze.

"He's a true believer."

Mr. A, who was originally lying on the deck, full of despair and confusion, heard this compliment, and his heart suddenly surged with great joy and warmth.

I want to cry for no reason.

"Ignorance, stupidity." Ourolius withdrew his gaze from Mr. A and gave an evaluation.

Hasta chuckled and said: "Faith in the heart and sincerity are far more important than anything else."

The Lord still understands me!

Mr. A's body was twitching slightly. He really wanted to lie down at the Lord's feet and use tears to describe how moved he was at this moment.

Ourolius said nothing more, and did not choose to take action. He just kept staring at Hasta, as if he wanted to see clearly what kind of soul was hidden in this container.

Taking action was not his purpose this time.

The oracle from the Lord did not ask Him to take action, but only asked Him to see which mysterious being this container fell into.

Seeing that Ouroleus had no intention of taking action, Hastur was too lazy to make big fuss with him here, so he had better let Mr. A deal with the aftermath slowly.

He walked back to the cabin, lay back in the coffin, and then returned to the palace of stars.

After a moment of meditation, his eyes focused on the star where the true Creator resides.

The true Creator within still has not shown up, and the sacred mountain suspended above the black ocean remains as stable as ever.

When Hastur no longer deliberately concealed his aura, behind the shadow curtain, the pair of eyes that contained the corrupted nature of all living things was finally revealed.

"Stars."

A pair of eyes made a dull and majestic voice.

"The ancient sun god."

Hastur unceremoniously exposes the true Creator.

After a long silence, the True Creator slowly spoke again: "Can the stars really see everything?"

Hastur chuckled lightly, and did not directly answer the question of the true creator. Instead, he issued an invitation, "Are you interested in attending a meeting of the stars?"

He has not allowed the real Creator and Adam to enter the Hall of Stars for a meeting. On the one hand, it is out of fear, and on the other hand, it is a choice.

Should we choose Adam or should we choose the true Creator.

Although he had no intention of participating in the struggle between divinity and humanity between the true Creator and Adam, as the situation developed, his relationship with the true Creator unknowingly became closer, and there was a slight hatred between him and Adam.

Now, it's time to make a choice.

"I don't want to get involved in too many things." The True Creator declined Hastur's invitation.

"My invitation stands."

Hastur withdrew his gaze and returned to the Hall of Stars. The starry sky spread silently, blocking all possible peeps.

"Stars..."

The pair of eyes also returned behind the shadow curtain, and everything returned to its previous calm.

……

The ships that were still sailing forward faced the afterglow of the setting sun and cut through the sparkling sea.

On the deck, Mr. A stood there tremblingly and fearfully, walking on thin ice.

Even though he knew that he and Lord Ouroleus were equal in believing in the Lord, his body still felt weak. He wanted to stay away from Lord Ouroleus, but he was afraid of making Him angry.

There were several times when Mr. Ourolius accidentally touched his eyes, Mr. A felt that the other person wanted to slap him to death.

It is unmistakable that Lord Ouroleus has murderous intentions towards him.

Is it because you have robbed the Lord of His favor?

Such an idea only flashed through Mr. A's mind, and he did not dare to think deeply about this issue in front of Ourolius.

What he didn't notice was that when this thought flashed through his mind, Ourolius looked at him with a bit more coldness.

"Lord Ourolius, do you want to go into the cabin to rest?" Mr. A, who was gradually getting used to this strange situation, finally plucked up the courage to talk to Ourolius.

Ouroleus just glanced at him lightly and sat on the bow of the boat, facing the direction of the setting sun and remaining silent.

"..."

Mr. A was silent for a while, and then spoke in a low voice: "Lord Ourolius, I will stay at the stern of the ship. If you need any instructions, you can call me at any time."

Ourolius still had no reaction. Mr. A breathed a sigh of relief, stepped lightly, and retreated to the stern of the ship without making a sound of footsteps.

Although he lost the best viewing position and may be further away from Lord Ourolyus, Mr. A finally felt that he was alive again and could breathe freely.

Sitting at the stern of the boat, looking at the ripples on the water dragged out by the boat, Mr. A recalled what had just happened, and it really felt like a dream.

He still doesn't understand why Lord Ourolyus came and why he chose to stay on the ship.

It was clear that Lord Ouroleus did say the words blasphemer, but he did not choose to take action.

Could it be that the blasphemer was really talking about himself?

Does it mean that a person like me is not worthy of staying at the Lord’s side and serving him?

Are you the one who blasphemed God?

Mr. A's heart skipped a beat. No wonder Lord Ourolyus has made no secret of his intention to kill him!

It was the Lord's love and favor that saved him from Lord Ouroleus.

Mr. A's eyes were red with dissatisfaction, but fortunately the Lord never gave up on him.

Being able to become a believer in the Lord is definitely the greatest luck in his life!

After being excited, Mr. A's mind started to come alive again, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart: "So what about Lord Ouroleus, I am the most favored believer of the Lord!"