God forbids me to fall in love

Moen walked all the way down the grassland and came to a small town.

A firewood pile was set up at the entrance of the town, and a middle-aged man was tied to a wooden post above it.

It appears that this is a stake that has not yet been lit.

There was no one else around, and the victim had been looking down at Moen indifferently, and the expression on his face was as peaceful as death.

When Moen walked under the firewood pile, he suddenly spoke and told the story in a flat tone

"The gods felt lonely, so they created a species that resembles gods in appearance and mind—human beings."

……is that so?

"Human beings are stupid, ignorant, and arrogant, but they have endless desires. The gods are disappointed by this."

Moen stopped and looked up at the man who spoke.

"For this reason, the gods set up a heavy test. He spread the seeds of evil thoughts in the world. Only those with pure and kind hearts will not be infected, but the malice of all people is infinitely magnified, and people are moving towards self-destruction under the control of evil. God Saddened by this fratricidal farce."

No, it's not like that, not quite like that...

Moen shook his head, covered his ears and quickly ran further away.

A seahorse suddenly fell from the sky and hit Moen's feet. He paused for a moment, but still walked over.

The middle-aged man's voice came faintly from behind - "Leave, you are not at fault, and you don't belong here."

Moen didn't dare to look back, and ran all the way to the front of a church-like building.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the originally dreamy pink sky began to be mixed with jet black, which made him a little anxious.

He leaned his back against the iron railing outside the church, covered his heart and calmed his rapid breathing, but the corner of his clothes was pulled.

I only heard a childish child's voice exclaimed in surprise: "Master Moen!"

"McGinn..."

Moen turned his head and recognized the child's identity. He subconsciously touched his pocket, but there was no maltose in it that he could take out as a gift.

"Master Moen, have you found out the truth about Master Griffin's death? We have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally back." Delighted smile.

"Mackin, have you listened to the goddesses these days?" Moen was taken aback for a moment, but did not answer for some reason, and asked about other things instead.

He squatted down slightly to meet McGinn's gaze, and wanted to reach out to touch McKinn's golden, fluffy little head, but he was rejected by the narrow gap between the iron bars, and he couldn't help frowning: "I How can I get in?"

"Why were you stopped outside?" McGinn looked distressed. "Perhaps, if you wait a little longer, the door will open. I'll be here with you, and we'll wait together..."

"no--"

A woman with a serious expression suddenly appeared behind McGinn, she squatted down and snapped off McGinn's fingers holding Moen's clothes one by one, "MacGinn, don't trap him, you don't understand what it means .”

"Master Goddess..." McGinn was a little aggrieved, but obediently took two steps back.

"Goddess Daisu, please open the door for me." Moen saw that the other party didn't want him in, and felt even more anxious.

Daisu hugged McKim, stood still and refused: "No, Moen, this is not a place for you to come in, you belong to the future."

At the same time, there was a bit of worry and intolerance on her brows, and she spoke again: "Maybe I shouldn't say... You have the power to save the world that you haven't even realized. Remember who you are, you are kind, brave, and tenacious." , Son of God, Moen, who is blessed by the gods. You have never perished in the world, let alone a sinner."

In a trance, Moen felt that Daisu's gentle gaze was getting farther and farther away, and McGinn suddenly called out to him from a distance—"Master Moen, I will miss you! Will I become a powerful person like you in the future? "

When Moen heard this, he forced himself to mobilize all his strength, and responded loudly: "McGinn, you have become a truly great person who is stronger than me, and you, Daisu—"

He really wished they could hear, but the two of them disappeared, along with the church.

Moen was gradually overwhelmed by exhaustion.

He found that he seemed to have walked a long, long way, many times farther than anyone else.

On these countless sections of the road, he fell countless times and was injured all over his body.

Now he didn't want to leave, he really wanted to stop and have a rest, so he just lay down on the ground.

There was complete silence around him, he closed his eyes, and could only hear his own heartbeat.

But before he could rest for 2 minutes, his face was slapped by a cold iron object.

This slap was not heavy, even soft, but it was enough to wake Moen up.

"Hey, hey, what's going on, you can't stop, cheer up."

While speaking, the man had already boldly pulled Moen who was lying down.

Holding the saber in one hand, with one leg propped on the ground, his hair curled up uncontrollably. Seeing Moen's eyes opened in surprise, he played with the other hand on Moen's shoulder very naturally. .

"You look so shocked that you don't even recognize me?"

"Neil, why are you here?"

Moen turned over and looked up at the sky. Compared with when he closed his eyes, the sky was getting darker at this moment, and the apple sun that had been hanging in the sky was also more oxidized and became very shriveled.

"Of course I heard that someone has fallen behind. Isn't it our duty to help our comrades?" Neil raised his eyebrows, but soon his expression became serious, "Don't forget, you unplugged the sword that belonged to the brave. Your saber, you are a brave man who saves mankind, you shouldn’t be easily knocked down by any difficulty, right? This discouraged look really makes me feel strange!”

Moen was stunned for a while, then slowly said: "I'm sorry, Neil...I'm so useless."

"If I've never seen you slaying a demon with such a cool look, I might believe it, but now, what nonsense are you talking about!" Neil shook his head resentfully as he spoke, and also Stand up, "Don't think of everything so badly, Moen. It's like we all thought that the devils had evolved, but in fact the final result was that all the devils disappeared. How do you know that this is destruction, and Not the beginning?"

Neil looked at Moen sincerely, then suddenly controlled Moen's stiff limbs with his hands to help him turn around, and then pushed Moen hard from behind

"Moen, don't stop, don't miss us, and don't blame yourself! In fact, you have been moving forward."

Moen turned his head in astonishment, and saw Neil smiling and waving at him.

He still wanted to say something, but uncontrollably staggered and fell into the deep sea ahead.

This endless sea came suddenly, like a church appearing in the sky.

Moen thought he would drown in it, and he was no stranger to the feeling of drowning.

But there were countless birds flying around, and they flapped their wings to support his body.

The migratory birds who were unwilling to carry him across the sea now choose to fly and take him to the end of the sea.

Moen only felt that all this was so illusory, but the temperature of the freezing rain on his bare skin was so real.

Yes, it started raining and it was getting heavier.

Moen raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, and tilted his head slightly. He saw a lonely ship on the sea level below him, but that ship looked like it was about to sink.

There were two figures left on the top of the boat, their faces looked so familiar.

The body that seemed to have lost its vital signs and was somewhat rotting on the surface was held in the arms of another person, who kept his head down and hugged him motionless. Countless black matter struck him like knives and arrows. Passing through the body, the sea water churned and surged, rolling up huge waves one after another.

Moen still wanted to look again, but the birds had already put him on a strange platform, where he could only see a large expanse of whiteness, and there was only a touch of greenness in front of him, where a tree was planted. Tree.

A beautiful and noble woman appeared in front of Moen, just as suddenly as everyone Moen had met before.

She has fiery red hair and wears the robes of a god, looking melancholy and mournful.

"Moen, I'm Narovira the Dream God. Thank you for coming to see me." She said straight to the point, "I'm sorry, this time, I can only meet you in this way. My appearance was abrupt and unexpected. Offended, but I had to come to you for help."

Moen's hands hanging on both sides of his body were clenched suddenly, and he had an indescribable premonition about what Oneiroi would say next.

Narovella opened her lips solemnly and said: "I dreamed of 'Origin' in the ruins of the kingdom of heaven.

Perhaps you have also realized that your world in this time and space has been destroyed by the flood, but this does not mean that it has stopped.Vi... I mean, the gods who fell into the abyss can no longer bear to be one with the abyss, and when the creator's self-destructive tendencies surpass everything, the world will no longer exist in any sense in any form, Everything will return to nothingness before the creation of the world.

And as long as you are willing to wake up, there is still a chance for everything. "

"……What's the meaning?"

Narovira's speech was not in a hurry, but the content was too jumpy. Moen became more and more frightened under her words, even though he didn't hear them very clearly.

Narovira didn't respond anymore, she looked up at the sky, and there was only one core left in the apple sun in the sky, and it was crumbling.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said gently and preciously: "It's great if you are willing to wake up. When you wake up from the dream, go and complete your mission, and everything will help and bless you."

Then she came over and pointed Moen's eyebrows.

In an instant, the sky shattered like broken glass, and the few remaining seahorses fell into the endless deep sea.

Moen had never seen this absurd and beautiful "beauty".This heralds the collapse of the dream, and he will wake up soon.

But what he hadn't seen was the "person" sitting under the giant tree in the distance, watching him quietly.

The Oneiroi disappeared, and the spectacle was shattered, but the dream didn't end for a long time, as if it was just waiting for his appearance.

That "person" has the same appearance as Vernes, but has pitch-black hair. He doesn't look as pure as the god when he first met him. It seems more like a god polluted by the abyss, but there are more than that. Kind of holy.

He was wearing a complicated and noble robe, more gorgeous and dazzling than any clothes Moen had seen so far.

"Did I become bad and make you sad?" He asked Moen softly.

"..."

There was a complex grievance in Moen's heart, and he felt that this emotion seemed to come from a very distant time and space, and did not exist in any world he had ever perceived.

"What is your wish?"

"I hope that all the destruction caused by me can be reborn, and that the chaos caused by me will return to tranquility..." Moen thought he couldn't say anything, but his expression was so fluent.

For some reason, he felt that his words would be very important.

The rain on his face probably hasn't dried yet, his nose is sore, his vision is becoming more and more blurred, and he quickly added: "Also, I don't want to accept unequal conversations anymore, if I can really start over, I want to know the real you .”

"I'm sorry..." the man continued.

Moen wanted to shake his head and say "it's okay", but his consciousness was interrupted again.

At the last second, he thought

He may also...

Dreamed of "Origin".