I don't date non-humans

At night when my brother was not around, I was often pulled into that dream.

I stood alone in the empty darkness, no light, nothing.Only the icy wind and the deafening silence.

Time here is elongated into filaments, densely intertwined, moving forward suddenly and slowly.

There was no light at all, not even my own body to be found.

I counted the numbers alone, from one to ten, and then from ten to one.

When I count to one, a kind of anticipation will rise in my heart.

It's the first, that's great.

Because one will be followed by two, three, and four.

I counted slowly, and as the numbers were counted out, the expectations in my heart expanded.

Nine, ten, is there anything after ten?

When you count to ten, will the sky crack open, will someone shout, will light come in?

In that expectation, I counted that number, but nothing happened.

Only the bottomless darkness came from all directions, submerging me in it.

So the mood of anticipation fell into a stagnant water, and I had no choice but to count ten back to one.

Then continue to wait, continue to look forward to, continue to be disappointed.

In that deep, deep darkness, I caught a tiny bubble.

That bubble exploded into fireworks all around me, and a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind.

It seems that I shouldn't be alone, there should be someone who is always by my side.

It wasn't until much later that I realized what I was looking for.

The warm light spread behind him into a shining background, and he stood in the light, every strand of curled hair was clearly reflected.The corners of the mouth were hooked, the eyebrows and eyes were soft, and there was a gentle and indulgent smile on his face.

He was almost like a god in this world.

I thought so then.

For that laugh, I stepped over countless corpses and walked from the abyss, with thorns and blood all the way.

But that person never wanted to show up again.

I want to find out the most vicious venom in the world, pour it on those people's eyes, and land on those people's mouths.

Let their eyes be blinded, and their faces rotted.

I cursed with all my might those who made him leave me.

Those goddamn gods, of course, even if they know I'm one of them, I'm still going to say that.

All damn humans.

All the disgusting things in this world.

I once had a very good elder brother. When he was sick, his face was always pale and unreasonable, and there was a kind of reserved and superior in his eyes, but that was a long time ago.

It's been so long that I've almost forgotten it.

Later he would smile at me softly, stroke my hair, and be willing to make promises to me.

My brother looks really good-looking.

His slightly curly blond hair is not inferior to gold in the sun, and his blue eyes are more precious than the blue crystals privately kept by naga gnomes.Brother is a beautiful vase that is suitable to be placed in a glass window and admired through the glass. It is a fragile and fragile product.

But I will not let so many people come to see my brother.He's good, only I know it.

Such a brother deserves the best in the world.

I often wondered if we were really brothers, because we had almost no similarities in appearance, my hair and eyes were gray, unremarkable gray.

I hate this color.

The gray that mixes everything, the dirty gray, the gray that is only good for hiding in the gutter.

Whenever he smiled at me I would look into his blue eyes and think, how can there be such a nice guy?How lucky I am to have such a good man willing to be my brother.

In my previous life, I must have saved the entire continent, or killed the most frightening demon.

My brother is going to participate in the holy election, and I don't want him to go, even if there is only a ten thousandth possibility, I don't want to risk losing him.

I want to hide him in the house like a miser hides his gold coins in the deepest cellar.

Hidden in a place that no one else knows, only I can see.

In fact, I don’t need my brother to do anything. The money I earn alone can support the two of us. When I grow up, I can be a mercenary, or help Soramy’s pharmacy as a part-time job, and I can bring it home. More gold coins.

So my brother just needs to wait for me at home with peace of mind, just like before, lying quietly on the bed, when I come home, he will look at me with those blue crystal eyes.

Why do the rest.

Later, of course, the brother was detected to be a magister talent.

After all, he is such a good brother, he deserves the best in everything, and God generously wants to gather all the gifts on him.

Even then, I couldn't help but praise him.

Passing the election means leaving.

I was immersed in panic and panic all day long, and every night I had to make sure that he was really sleeping next to me.

Until my hand rubbed his soft blond hair beside the rough and old quilt, and his warm breath hit my hand, I could feel it, it was warm and warm.

He is still there.

I breathed a sigh of relief, slipped into his somewhat thin arms, and fell asleep in his breath.

Just the fear of losing.

If my brother leaves.You can't live alone.But there are still so many people who are smiling happily in this world, why do we have to endure such separation.

Later, this idea came to my mind more and more often.

Fortunately, the separation was only short, and we met again soon.It's just that he doesn't know me, and I don't know him either.

However, this is also a good start.

The scenes that followed for a long time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

He just thought I was an ordinary little spider.

It doesn't matter if you lazily eat a whole piece of jerky lying on his soft white palm, and get the crumbs everywhere.Hiding under the hood and messing up the hair that leaked through him, pretending to be innocent while being softly questioned.

What a wonderful thing it would be if it could go on like this forever without everything that happened later.

But often the most painful and helpless thing is that you can never think about what happened later.

No amount of expectation is in vain, no amount of planning is empty talk.

Then suddenly one day, I couldn't control my body at all. Not only did my body size fluctuate, but human spider parts also appeared on my body from time to time, distorting my body into strange shapes.

I must have been invaded by the darkness, I thought sadly at the time, as a tainted, ugly creature that wasn't even human, I didn't feel qualified to be by his side.

So I left him and returned to the place where we started, the small border town.

I let that greedy family get the punishment they deserved, and then hid in the corridor of mist.

That's it, we'll never see each other again.

But fate is so impermanent.

I picked him up again in the forest, wounded, and I brought him back to my lair.

He lay peacefully on my silk blanket and slept peacefully.

This is something that has never appeared in my best dreams.

The later things were covered with a layer of dreamlike color, for example, he recognized me, for example, he did not show disgust towards me, for example, he was still as good as before for such an ugly me.

I've made a lot of mistakes, but the biggest one was always letting him go.

The first time, I lost all memory of being with him.

The second time, he turned around completely and left, leaving only the memory to me.

----

The heavy rain fell through the leaves and fell to the ground mixed with blood.

The black-haired man hugged the man in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood.

The rain wetted his whole body, but there was a transparent film protecting the man's side, and no rain got on him at all.

The man slowly raised his head, his face was silently cold.

Why on earth would it become like this?

he thought with some confusion.

The people around him knelt on the ground one after another, calling him the master of the abyss, the god who controls the darkness.They made Him their Lord and swore to see Him as the only true God.

They said that their organization has existed for several years. Since the prophecy of the temple appeared, this plan has been implemented. They are constantly looking for qualified candidates and observing them.

Kill the person he cares about the most, and the true god will really wake up from the abyss.

He listened to their words without emotion.

So, is this the so-called reason?

Are all human beings like this?

Small, fragile, without faith you can't live.

But vicious and despicable, he can stab the chest of the same kind with a sharp dagger without hesitation and still smile.

More and more dark elements gathered towards him, he opened his hands, and the power that had been sleeping in the abyss for a long time poured into his body impatiently.

Countless consciousnesses that were split at the beginning broke away from their carriers and rushed towards the main body, bringing all kinds of chaotic memories.

Screaming, they were shattered and fused, and finally reunited into a strange but more powerful entity.

A huge vortex was generated in the sky, and the entire forest began to tremble.

"I don't like this welcoming ceremony very much."

The man opened his mouth slowly, his eyes were dark.

"You are too messy, you will make him sleep."

Pale and strong hands raised and lowered.

The man turned and left holding the cold boy in his arms, leaving behind a dead silence where blood flowed like a river.

----

Then, how long did it take?

As the only god in the entire world, he can do whatever he wants.

But the person he loves the most is gone, so what's the point of all this so-called?

What separates each world is not only the jumping space point, but also the long and vast river of time.Time flows along the veins of each world, never converging.

If you go back to the past, can you see that person again?

Driven by this crazy idea, he began to study the River of Time.

The temporary stagnation of space isolation is not difficult, but what he needs is a long jump.

So long that all the good things and misses have not yet begun.

Finally, he finally went upstream in that boundless river, stepping through countless broken times.

He passed by out of thin air and saw a little boy outside Wind Whisper City. He had a pair of blue crystal eyes and blond hair that was more dazzling than the sun.

But the man knew at a glance that that was not the person he was looking for.

Maybe it has the same face, but it's not the one he loves.

"Who are you?" the boy asked him.

He paused, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, the man smiled slowly.

A fragment of consciousness was torn off by him, turning into a three or four year old gray-haired boy.

"I'm Eleanor, brother."

The younger boy blinked, and he tightly grasped the hand that was slightly bigger than himself.

The man sent them to Wind Whispering City, gave them a bag of dragon crystals and entrusted them to an honest-looking farmer's family.

"I only warn you about one thing." He squatted down and stared at the boy in front of him.

"If you love someone, never let him leave you."

"What about you? Where are you going?"

The gray-haired boy tilted his head and asked him.

"I?"

The cold expression on the man's face softened, and he stood up.

"I'm going to find him."

Behind him, the space that isolated the world was torn apart.

In the cracks, countless world diaphragms rubbed past, colliding with colorful flashes.

The author has something to say:

The little spider didn't know that the pond fishing was worn later.

Good night mua!

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