[Tianzun Ke] A Death

[天尊克]一场死亡

https://nahswantsmoreklein.lofter.com/post/319d5b95_2bdc0790c

I wrote an article with my friends and family on New Year's Eve and lost on db. The joke is↓

  summary: "I really want to see the expression on your face when you find out I'm dead."

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  Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is dead.

　　After carefully checking Sefirah Castle, Penglai, the Mist of History, Amon Antigonus, and his own brain—all the places where the former pillar had existed, might exist, or would be resurrected, the new Lord of Mysteries confirmed that Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was dead. To put it in a more appropriate way, His consciousness had dissipated.

　　Klein Moretti had never experienced such a violent burst of ecstasy. It was as if the humanity that had been worn out and lost over the past thousands of years had all returned in an instant. He laughed, grinning and laughing loudly, until he was hoarse. After a long while, the laughter gradually subsided. Klein raised his hand and stopped in confusion in mid-air, and finally grabbed the cloth on his chest.

　　He began to dry heave.

　　Even if the Lord of Mysteries simulated all the functions of the human body for the sake of consolidating humanity and past habits, this body pieced together by worms should not have such overly emotional symptoms.

　　Of course, a mythical creature that doesn't need to eat can't vomit anything. Only a dozen worms that make up his body fell down because of his unstable emotions, revealing their true appearance before mimicry, and then slowly crawled back to his feet to become part of his body. Klein's brain, which had been blank just now, now regained some of his rationality and thinking ability. He thought that he might not be retching, but venting all the negative emotions related to the Heavenly Venerable during that period of time.

　　The voice that had been whispering in his head like a thorn in his flesh was now completely silent. Klein raised his hand and pulled out a soft bed from the void and lay down on it, preparing to briefly enjoy this hard-earned tranquility.

　　The days he spent with Tian Zun were actually far more than the peaceful days he deserved as an ordinary person, a mortal. He laughed at himself. Although it had become his long-cherished wish to eliminate that guy, he was still a little uncomfortable without someone talking in his head.

　　Klein rewarded himself with a pure sleep without any extraordinary things, dreams, or intrusion from another consciousness.

　　After an unknown amount of time, he got up and sat on the high-backed chair that belonged to The Fool. After he stabilized, he sent a message to his three former comrades, inviting them to come to the Source Castle to celebrate the success of the plan and the death of Tianzun. After seeing off the three fellow villagers, the next group to come was the Tarot Club and his four angels. He listened to the joyful "congratulations", but the smile on his lips still seemed unable to fill in a trace of truth. So the three fellow villagers came to visit him again, and Klein began to reflect on whether his humanity had deteriorated over the years to the point where he could not be touched by things outside of himself. Fortunately, when he saw the Black Emperor instructing Bernadette to sink all the large boxes of gold pounds into the sea, he really felt a pang of heartache.

　　Finally, the best psychologist today seemed to have an answer. He pulled Amanesis and Roselle Gustav away from Sefirah Castle, leaving this question to Klein himself.

　　Klein tapped the edge of the long table, thinking about the "easy to understand" answer mentioned by the visionary. Then a terrible guess formed in his mind: he was melancholy about the death of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun. As soon as this thought came to him, he vomited again, and his internal organs and broken flesh and blood came out of his mouth. This scene was a bit like the Aurora Order Rose Bishop listening to the oracle in the early Fifth Epoch. What is this? Klein thought frantically. Stockholm syndrome? Traumatic bonding? How could I miss Him? How could I have positive feelings towards Him? How could that kind of unfamiliarity be--

　　He almost called out for help: "Hey, Arrodes."

　　Klein raised his hand and summoned the silver mirror from the pile of debris. He looked at Arrodes' mirror eagerly, and couldn't wait to read the congratulatory words that appeared on the mirror, and was about to ask -

　　He suddenly stopped.

　　Throwing the silver mirror aside, he leaned back in his chair weakly, and slowly, extremely slowly, he let out a inexplicable laugh.

　　The reflection in the mirror was the very familiar oriental face with a monocle and long hair.