【BaizaoKe】Yesterday Reappearance

【白造克】昨日重现

MargaretDowadoso

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43877730

"I missed you too," the man said.Klein remained silent.

The end of the world was approaching. Strange phenomena were appearing frequently in the human world, and full moons were appearing more and more frequently. People, either actively or passively, became aware of an extraordinary existence, the existence of the end of the world. Perhaps they had not paid attention to it before, but the intensifying unrest forced them into panic. Young men and women, their mouths tightly shut, were unable to bear the pressure, revealing their passionate, desperate, and frantic hearts: this was the manifestation of human nature. If they still struggled with reserve now, they might not have the chance to speak again in the next moment.The same was true of the humanity of the gods.On a rainy afternoon, Klein received an unexpected visitor. "Will you please come in and sit down, dear?" The tall man slowly raised his umbrella, revealing his golden-black hair, his pale blue-gold eyes, his neat attire, and the rose on his chest. The young past stared at him intently, slowly taking a step back, like a cat being stared at by a vulture.No one spoke for a moment, only the rain fell silently and imperceptibly.

By this time, his humanity had become extremely thin. Russell couldn't help but sigh whenever he saw him. "Xiao Zhou," the emperor's voice was deep, but when Klein turned to look at him, he found himself unable to find words. He looked into the calm eyes of his recent friend and sighed deeply, deeply. He clearly wasn't one to sigh.Klein looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly gave a stiff smile, like an AI running its humanoid module for the first time—unfamiliar yet familiar, lacking only the radiance of humanity. "I'm fine, Huang Tao," he repeated, "I'm fine. Don't be sad, this is a sacrifice we must make." Why are you looking at me like that? ... Don't be sad, my friend.Don't be sad, because this is a necessary sacrifice.The person who came today was like an underwater volcano: His arrival caused winds and clouds to surge, flattened the ground, stirred the still sea, and shook the very universe. All living things trembled under his light and shadow, crawling and calling out—what?O Lord who created everything;You are the omniscient and omnipotent;You are the source of all greatness, You are the beginning and the end;You are the God of gods, You are the ruler of the vast starry sky!

The visitor said, "My dear, I've been waiting for you—since I woke up, I've been waiting for your visit."But I waited and waited, but I never saw you bow your head and recite my name devoutly, nor did I see your graceful, slender figure.The faint scent of incense, disturbed by the entrance, withdrew with a frown, looking at the gods at the door and whispering. After the man entered, he naturally closed his umbrella and dressed. Klein instinctively raised his hand to take it. The coat felt soft but cold, as if no one had ever worn it.Oh, right, since his death, he no longer had the habit of simulating body temperature.What was this? Klein stood there, holding the man's clothes, feeling absurd. The old memories were like a thorn in his flesh, dragging him down to the depths without a doubt, leaving only unspoken emotions lingering in his heart.He turned silently and gently poured the visitor a cup of tea."Sit down," he said. "How ironic! I still remember my lover's preferences back then.But this separation, accompanied by deception, has changed so much." Many things I once knew no longer seem clear to me, and things I once believed in are now filled with doubt. Was what I knew in the past true, or was it what you wanted to tell me? Or perhaps you never cared about what I thought?Like preferences, like love.So Klein chose silence. The chaotic fires of his dead heart rekindled, and he felt a long-lost sense of humanity rising. It wasn't the joy of a long-awaited reunion or the rekindling of a love that had been extinguished; instead, his heart was filled with resentment, exhaustion, and haggardness.He sat on the sofa, staring at his resurrected husband as he sat across from him. He couldn't help but stare at him in a daze. He was still the same as before, with a deep and perfect face, a melancholy and vast temperament, a tall and straight figure like a poplar tree, and the calm demeanor of a prince. He was the God of gods, the King of kings.He leaned forward—I know you miss me, and I miss you too. But why wasn't my wife holding my hand when I opened my eyes?Have you forgotten our love? Have you abandoned our beautiful memories? Are you leaving me?The man looked at him with his soulful, clear eyes, untainted by a trace of malice. But this loving gaze didn't bring Klein the slightest warmth. Bathing in the gaze of his resurrected lover, he felt as if he were running on a winter night, being stared at by a jungle beast, the biting cold running from his ankles to the roots of his hair.Now, he was confessing his love to me, right in front of me.A sudden surge of resentment welled up in Klein. "Then what did you do before? You made a plan, but why did you exclude me from it? Am I your variable, a parameter, or an irrelevant quantity? A chess player, a chess piece, or an outsider? Did you ever trust me? — Or perhaps, have you never trusted me?I hope you don't lie to me, but how can I trust what you say?He wondered, why did you come back?"He looked at me with blue eyes, like the clear autumn sky after the dust has settled, like the calm Arctic ocean. His light blond hair drooped softly, appearing docile, but I knew it was all a facade. What were you thinking, or plotting? I could only guess at the relationship of interest, but not your true feelings for me.What should I say, facing this confusing relationship? He wondered, how should I face you? How should I tell you? My dead lover, fleeting love, the endless loneliness, the dry heaves in the middle of the night, the lingering uneasiness, the absurd past, and the hopeless future.

"What's your name?" the man in front of him asked, his head bowed. The sun shone from behind him, obscuring his features. "My name is... Zhou Mingrui," he replied. "Chinese?" "Yes, you are." "I'm from the Soviet Union."

Back then, they were all still naive, stumbling through this unfamiliar land.Zhou Mingrui awoke from his trance, drifting forward unconsciously. His memories were a jumbled mess: gentle lights and his nagging parents, then eerie figures and swirling smoke. If anyone else had observed him, they would have found him barely recognizable as a human form: While he had a head and limbs, these limbs weren't covered in smooth skin, but rather translucent, swirling insects. After walking for an unknownamount of time, his intuition suddenly told him there was someone before him. He dazedly opened his eyes, as if they had never been opened before, waking from a dream. A dazzling holy light intruded his mind, and he seemed to see the true world.Perhaps this was also love at first sight.

Later, when Klein was recounting his story with the Creator to Adam and Amon, he said, "I used to think love at first sight was all about lust, until I met your father." He smiled casually. "Okay, I admit there was also a component of lust in falling in love with him, but you know, in that desolate and chaotic environment, it's impossible not to be attracted to him."Amon looked at his mother's smile and nodded, half understandingly. "So you slept with my father?"Adam also raised his head, gazing at his mother with clear eyes.Klein nearly choked on his saliva. He was silent for a moment, then said awkwardly, "No... Amon, your understanding of human nature may be a little one-sided."

In reality, Zhou Mingrui only barely awoke for a moment after meeting the Creator before falling back asleep. This was because, with God's backup nearby, the Celestial Venerable had found a rare moment of peace, allowing the weary young man a good night's sleep. When he slowly regained consciousness, he saw the ragged yet still handsome researcher. He was gazing at the setting sun at the horizon, his face tinged with melancholy and tranquility, as if he were not wandering in a deserted wilderness but sitting on an ancient street, a paintbrush in hand. As Zhou Mingrui observed him, he suddenly turned and smiled at Him.Calm and considerate, knowledgeable and gentle. He gently explained their current situation to Zhou Mingrui and extended an invitation to join him."...So, you want to go on with me? Of course, you're welcome to decline." He seemed a little embarrassed, not someone who excelled at such things.Zhou Mingrui stared at him, curled his lips after a while, and placed his hand on the researcher's outstretched hand, like a dragonfly landing on a flower petal, "Then please give me your guidance."From then on, the two lonely people embarked on a journey together.

"And then?""Then we'll go on expeditions to reclaim power."

Zhou Mingrui had thoroughly experienced the hardships of starting a business. By then, they had already learned Giant and Dragon. "Thanks to Feifan, I didn't have to go through the pain of learning English again," Zhou Mingrui thought, finding joy in the midst of hardship. To better preach, he changed his name to Klein Moretti and, at the Creator's suggestion, fabricated identities like Merlin Hermes to maximize the anchor's effectiveness. Medici and Ouroboros also followed them from that point on. Back then, they were still weak, so the travelers raised them with a touch of childlike affection—even as they grew stronger, this sentiment persisted.Medici had a natural talent for love and was keenly aware of the growing ambiguity between their two guardians. He secretly shared this secret with Ouroboros, and the beautiful white snake told him that the two masters' destinies were inextricably linked, though he couldn't see clearly at the moment.Inextricably linked?I've never seen such a deep connection between two people.They climbed mountains and waded rivers, saving countless people from danger. Their robes fluttered as men, women, young and old, knelt on the ground, crying out, "Merciful God, Savior of the World! Please tell us your name, and we will worship and honor you for generations, offering our loyalty! We will build a church for you, singing the praises of your great achievements and immortal glory!"The companion smiled and said, "I am." He paused, quickly turning to glance at Klein. Seeing Klein's puzzled look, he said to them, "I am the Creator of All Things. The one beside me controls fate and time and space. She is my lover. Her status is equal to mine. We share the power of the Kingdom of God and defend the dignity of mankind. Right now, we are on the road to reclaiming that power."Klein was stunned for a moment, then felt the blood rush to his cheeks. This was simply fabricated! He was about to refute the rumor when he saw the tips of his companion's ears were tinged red. Glancing down, he saw his hands clenched nervously, honestly revealing his inner uneasiness. Klein had always been clear-headed, but even a clown of Angel King caliber couldn't stop his face from flushing. He seemed to hear nothing, see nothing, except the Russian before him. After amoment, he smiled.Under the blazing gazes of his followers, he nodded slowly but firmly. Klein gently clasped his arm around his travel companion, satisfied to see the brazen Creator turn around in surprise. Joy washed over every inch of his face."Yes," he said, "I am his wife."Unwavering loyalty, forever together.

"So," young Amon raised his head, "you must know your father's name, right?""A name?" He paused. "What does a name have to do with it?"Amon argued confidently, "According to what you taught me, a husband and wife are two people who love and trust each other, share property, and are willing to devote everything they have to each other. So, if your father's true name is considered his property, then as his wife, you should also have the right to know this property." He raised his head and observed his mother's expression, which was more complex than he could understand. So he added, "Most humans know their father's name, but as a son, I don't know it. Isn't that abnormal?" Adam, who had been silent, also raised his head and looked at him expectantly."No, I don't know," Klein said softly.Even Amon was surprised. He adjusted his monocle. "I don't think it will taint me, mother." Adam paused his pen for a moment, nodded in agreement, and said, "A complete story cannot be without the hero's name.""No," Klein said, cradling the children in his lap. "I really don't know, dear."

Later, Klein couldn't help but sigh as he recalled the four "time travelers." Amanisis was reserved and decisive, while Russell was free-spirited and uninhibited. Yet, it was the Creator, steeped in messianic sentiment, and himself, compassionate and compassionate, who seized the initiative in history.Logically, one should accept what has happened and not dwell on the past. Even in the face of sudden upheaval, the correct approach is to promptly regroup and move forward.However, in this adaptability, the two of them were far inferior to Amanisis and Russell.Rather than being time travelers, they were orphans abandoned by the old civilization. Their sudden separation was not only unexpected but also unavoidable. Even as they journeyed far from home, the corpses of their homeland and hometown tugged at them, following them like shadows. No matter how they fled, the corpses' eyes wouldn't close, their gaze lingering,as if slowly suffocating them. Tender and delicate, they were bound together. The abandoned children grasped at their only hope and eventually married. But this love wasn't entirely aboveboard, though it had a sweet ending. Furthermore, this attachment lacked healthy development and progression, leading to conflicts and contradictions that, while hidden on the surface, sowed the seeds of disaster.All of fate's gifts have long been implicitly priced. Happy times were more or less veneered in the guise of peace.

In the early days of their acquaintance, Klein's mental state was often unstable. When one's mind is so clouded, they lack the ability to recognize traps. This gave the Creator an opportunity: he coaxed and deceived his way through. Later, when Klein regained consciousness, he exposed his concealment. When Klein questioned him, he smiled and remained silent. Finally, he told Klein, "Perhaps you could call me Anatoly."That was obviously not his real name, but Klein didn't press his questions. Intelligence and consideration were essential qualities in a traveling companion, so he simply sneered unhappily. "Then I wish you all the best."Anatoly means sunrise. It perfectly fits the name he chose for himself, "Sun God." He had indeed brought the sunrise to the world. Yes, who wouldn't praise his name back then?If things could continue like this, Klein would occasionally think, how wonderful it would be if this could last forever.The years of peace passed year after year, the fireworks of celebrations were set off year after year, the black hair at the end of the Creator's hair gradually grew longer, and a peaceful surface paved the way for the prelude to tragedy.

"The original place has awakened within me." The Creator suddenly spoke to Klein on a rainy afternoon.(A warm fireplace, a soft sofa, dim lights, crisp air, lush gardens, and the quiet sound of rain create a southern kingdom in the north. The infinitely glorious Creator was almost like an ordinary husband. He held his soft and slender wife, while his dark-haired, dark-eyed wife dozed off with her eyes half closed.)The poor wife didn't react. He casually replied, leaning lazily in her husband's arms, saying, "Haven't we been with madness for a long time?"The Creator didn't respond, but simply gently stroked Klein's hand, as if soothing a butterfly."Wait?" The young, cunning woman suddenly looked up, his sleepiness completely gone, or perhaps it shouldn't have existed in the first place. "What do you mean? Isn't the Celestial Lord and God already basically balanced?" He suddenly struggled. "Anatole, I was wondering why I felt like the Celestial Lord's influence on me was getting weaker. I thought it was because our anchors were increasing—" Klein successfully turned to face his husband. He raised his hands to cup the Creator's face, gazing directly into those clear, calm, pale blue-gold eyes. He lowered his voice, "Don't scare me, my dear. Your eyes and hair haven't changed in a long time."The Creator admired his wife's entire turn, quite seduced by her charm. He placed one hand behind Klein's head and the other around his waist. The faint sound of rain brought a melancholy and ambiguity, as if everything in this moment had vanished, leaving only these two sitting opposite each other, forever.The Slav gently exerted force, guiding his wife towards him, their lips entwined, his teeth entwined. He invaded his wife's personal territory, plundering every trace of anxiety. Feeling his wife's tense, stiff body soften, he leaned back slightly, rejecting her pleas for a kiss. He caressed her face affectionately, then released the psychological suggestion.Klein's pupils suddenly dilated, and he leaned back, only to be restrained by the Creator's arms. He watched as his husband's blond hair had long since receded to its roots, the gold foil in his eyes staining the blue ocean. Unfortunately, the Lord of Mysteries' three sequences didn't emphasize physical fitness, and he couldn't break free from the God-sequence's bedmate."Mystery," the figure before him whispered, "from now on, call me Mikhail, or Ilya, whatever you prefer."

The Creator gazed upon his pitiful, terrified wife with clear eyes, feeling a strange, long-lost pleasure. He slowly exerted his strength, the feeling of his grip on her tightly bringing him immense comfort and joy—such a human expression."Don't be afraid," he said, holding his wife in his arms again, savoring the gentle trembling of her body beneath his hands. "I am your husband, and you are my wife. We will love each other forever and never betray each other."

It was also from this day that the Lord's wife officially joined the Redemption Rose. The great plan began to unfold, and the long river of history once again entered a rapid current.

"Are you sure?" After the meeting to redeem the Rose, the Angel Kings dispersed, leaving only Klein and Sasriel in the room. He sat across from the silent shadow. "Leodro, Oquenses, and Herabergen appear loyal on the surface, but they're all variables. If anyone betrays, the plan will collapse."Compared to his original form, Sasriel was much more taciturn. He stared at Klein's fingertips, which peeked out from under his large cloak and placed them on the table. He said slowly, "This is what I meant, ma'am." He shifted his posture, his gaze greedily tracing Klein's face. "I think we should trust my original form's judgment." He cracked a cold joke. "After all, he's the omniscient and almighty Lord. Don't worry, he still has a wife and children.""Are you talking about Amani?" Klein frowned slightly. "I don't understand what Amani has to do with betrayal."Sasriel lowered his eyes. "I don't know."Klein sighed deeply, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his forehead. Honestly, he could have asked the Creator directly, but his spiritual intuition told him not to... Of course, more importantly, he didn't want to face Him, his husband, the Creator.Ever since the day the Creator confessed to him, her husband had ceased to maintain psychological susceptibility in his presence. Looking up and down, Klein saw only black hair and golden eyes, a deep sense of distress. He couldn't help but recall the story of the Ship of Theseus from the old era: as God's corruption of the Creator deepened, was the person standing before him still the "Anatole" he'd fallen in love with? Klein didn't want to dwell on the question.Perhaps it was the same for everyone; who hasn't had their mind stitched up? He scoffed at himself, wondering, who am I now? Am I the orphan of the past, the programmer Zhou Mingrui, the angel of miracles Merlin Hermes, the Lord of Mysteries Klein Moretti, the researcher Nadezhda, Anatoly's Aurora, Mikhail's Olga, Ilya's Maria, or, the Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, born from the very beginning of the universe—stop. Klein nodded slightly to Sasriel and walked out of the magnificent palace, suppressing Tianzun's counterattack. "All of this is me," he thought calmly. "My husband still loves me deeply. He's still the same researcher from the Soviet Union."His spiritual intuition quieted. Under Sasriel's gaze, Klein walked into the dusk, searching for his husband at his work.

The noisy rain fell without a moment's pause. Two figures flickered in the empty room, yet not a single breath echoed. Waves of memories surged over him, causing Klein to gasp, breaking the eerie silence. Suddenly, he realized that the visitor had unknowingly stood before him, staring down at him. His eyes were as clear as the streetlights in the alley.

Madness, everything was madness.It wasn't moving in the intended direction.It wasn't moving in a safe direction.The master of fate lost control of the direction. The omniscient and almighty God strayed into the unknown distance.Klein watched the plot of the Sun God's assassination unfold step by step, his unease growing stronger. He took a deep breath and retreated back into the secret caress. "It's not my turn yet," he said to himself. "I should trust his judgment. I should, trust his plans." Unfortunately, silent repetition proved ineffective. Just as a writer ignores the protagonist's grief, the director alone controls the flow of a play. The three angel kings simultaneously rushed forward, their swords in hand, stabbing their merciful father, the great Lord.Then, golden blood shone brilliantly, gushing from the ancient Sun God's chest, spilling across the vast sky and earth, falling onto the snow-capped peaks and seas of sand, coating everything with a sinful gilded edge.Klein, our pitiful wife of the Lord, was unable to witness the climax of this drama. Upon realizing the betrayal, he suddenly raised his hand, and the tip of his cane flashed with light. The spirit world located him beside the Creator. The Lord of Mysteries leaped up like a cheetah, unleashing his boundless might for the first time upon these three former subordinates. Then, while unleashing a widespread wave of blind folly, his body suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a mass of writhing maggots. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun finally broke free from God's suppression and launched a full-scale counterattack, attempting to seize the Lord of Mysteries' authority.Klein, unable to think, knew only that this tragedy would ultimately be unstoppable.No matter how many joys, sorrows, grudges, or grievances he had, they were wiped out by this death, leaving only the sun in his heart.

Endless entanglement, endless chaos. He almost forgot who he was.He vaguely sensed a hidden breath - Amanisis, his friend, was sending hopeless wishes for the god whose life and death were uncertain. His remaining humanity suddenly fluctuated: he felt great sorrow. Back then, the three of them drank and talked happily, full of vigor and vitality, but now one is dead, one is sleeping, and one is struggling. Promises, dreams, and feelings have all vanished with the changes of the world. He wanted to smile bitterly, but found that he had already lost his human form.What's the big deal? He thought, but we can't leave Amani alone.It would be too lonely.The Fool's Scripture records: "... Our ancient lord, Mr. Fool, placed his human clone in the Fifth Epoch. His divinity observed the longitude and latitude of the heavens and the earth, and his humanity experienced the sufferings of the world. From then on, the end of the world has been redeemed."And the Goddess of Night was also delighted to welcome the return of her old friend.And the Creator -

"Are you sure?" the Night Goddess turned and asked him. At that time, Night Goddess was still a subordinate deity of Fregola, without a divine kingdom. So the Creator simulated her hometown according to her memories: rolling hills and towering cliffs, a silvery moon and a vast ocean. Two cloud-walking gods, their hearts caressed by the gentle sea breeze. "Your subordinates aren't necessarily loyal to you. Not to mention Herabergen, a fence-sitter, Oxus and Leodros' pursuit of true godhood is no joke—what backup plan do you have?"The Creator smiled faintly. "Guess?" His smile had the air of a young researcher.Night Goddess glanced at him disdainfully. "I don't know how you arranged it, but I'm guessing it was Zhou."The Creator remained silent, and Night Goddess stopped asking. The two of them stared at the fake moonlight in silence."If, and I mean if," the Creator suddenly spoke, staring straight ahead without turning, "if I'm unable to take care of myself, please take care of him.""I rarely hear you speak like that. But if you're not sure, why not waita little longer?" The man smiled delicately. He didn't turn, but slowly said—"I don't have time, Amani."The Evernight Goddess was startled and fell silent.

"What do you want?" He didn't look up.The visitor leaned down, placing a hand on his stubborn wife's shoulder. "He" slowly approached him.Time stretched, a long, long time before a second ticked by. Heavens, even when Klein ascended to the Lord of the Mysteries, he hadn't felt time pass so slowly. It was so slow that he could feel the warmth of the Creator's re-simulated breath, so slow that he could count his husband's pale eyelashes, so slow that he could measure the length of his blond hair. Dizziness washed over him, and he couldn't help but recall the popular music of the 20th century and even older art films. Like a dream, a disparate blend of memories and scenes, illogical and utterly engrossed.His breath was all Slavic, a chill like heavy snow.He wanted to laugh. "Dear, what should I call you? Mikhail, Anatoly, or Anthony?" You are the primordial God, an orphan from the past, and a Soviet researcher.It seems that no matter what position you hold, you always perform your duties diligently, even to the point of perfection. I still admire and love you, but I don't think this is appropriate as a wife. You've given me so much joy and sorrow: pure, filthy, noble, and base. Why aren't we just ordinary lovers? Why do we have to go through all these twists and turns?Answer me, the Lord who created my world, the omniscient and almighty God.He knew the Creator was watching him. He even knew his eyes were no longer clear: even if the Creator's consciousness had been corrupted by God, the way He looked at him was different. Klein knew it clearly, and he was sure that even if he asked any dog to look, they would see it. It was different. Even if the ocean in His eyes was completely filled with gold, the way He looked at him was like sunlight breaking through the birch forest after the snow, a tenderness that could not be suppressed by the cold.Dazzled, he could not move. He was destined to endure the kiss of this Greek marble-like deity with its pale, cool lips. He trembled uncontrollably, but Klein did not shy away. Invisible bonds bound him. Klein's humanity drows, while his divinity, still pondering, tells him: No, my dear, even if the Prime Creator himself were here, he couldn't capture the Lord of Mysteries so unaware. It drifted, chuckling beside the young Mystery. "Admit it, you don't want to leave this culprit.But I still hate you, I hate you with all my might.Yes.To this day, I still can't let go of your deception, your cruelty, your deceit. I chew on this resentment day and night, reminding myself not to fall into your trap." But I still love you. Even after learning the truth, I still love you. Sadly, I can't help but love you.

Sometimes I really just want to be your ex-wife, a swift you can only gaze at but never recapture, letting you watch me effortlessly battle the heavens and earth, yet you remain detached.But you look at me this way, tenderly. You say you're my one and only, and you'll never betray me.The pillars of the universe still can't escape the trap of love. Perhaps you've secretly added a new drug, driving me wild with joy, unable to control my emotions, and forever doomed.

Klein's body trembled slightly, barely maintaining his human form. His skin was no longer smooth and delicate, but had become a sea of panicked, flowing insects; his face seemed damp, and as if it had been devoured by insects in an instant: only the lips that were kissing remained.The Creator slid one hand from his shoulder to his waist, and with the other hand, he held his hips, and lifted him up with force. Now the Lord of Mysteries was in the upper position. The poor god, clearly in a dominant position, could not control the decline of his body and spirit.His hand was on the Creator's shoulder. If he wanted, he could rise up and avoid the ghost's demands. But he didn't.He still coveted this unique tenderness and peace of mind.

Postscript/Appendix

He has a wife and children in Saslier

Brezhnev and US President Carter were meeting in Switzerland. During a break, bored, they began competing to see whose bodyguard was more loyal. Carter arrived first. He called his bodyguard in, opened the window (outside was a 20-story building), and said, "John, jump from here!" John cried, "How could you do this, Mr. President? I have a wife and children." Moved by this, Carter tearfully admitted his mistake and told John to leave.

Then Brezhnev was swung, and he shouted to his bodyguard, Ivan. "Ivan, jump from here!" Ivan was about to jump without saying a word. Kat hugged him and said, "Are you crazy? You'll die if you jump!" Ivan struggled to jump, saying, "Let me go, bastard! I have a wife and children."

Why Anatoly, Ilya and Mikhail and other conjectures about made-up names

Cyril is an ancient Greek name. Cyril means "Lord." Cyril was a great debater and was almost impossible to convince.

Анатолий Anatoly (Greek) Sunrise

Vladimir Vladimir owns the world

Илья Ilia (Ancient Jewish) My God Jehovah

Матвей Matvey (Ancient Jewish) Gift of God Jehovah

Михаил Mikhail (Ancient Jewish) like God

Олег Oleg (Scandinavian) sacred

Семён Semyon (Ancient Jewish) God who can hear

The corresponding name of Klein (purely my own nonsense)

Aurora means "Goddess of Dawn". There is also a more resounding translation - "Aurora

Анастасия Anastasia "Resurrection, return to life".

Sophia (wisdom, cleverness)

Nadezhda "Hope"

Женскиеимена: Аврора Aurora (La), the name of the goddess of dawn

Агата Agata (Greek) good, kind

Аделина Adelina (Old Germanic) noble

Anna (Ancient Jewish) Kindness

Анфия Anfia (Greek) Flowers

Galina (Greek) Quiet

Daria (Greek) has kindness

Евгения Yevgeniya (Greek) noble

Ekaterina (Greek, Russian) purity

Irina (Greek) Peace, tranquility

Клара Clara (Latin) pure

Любовь Lyubov (Greek) Love

Maria (Ancient Jewish) Favorite

Nadezhda (Greek) Hope

Настасья Nastasia (Greek) Resurrection

Ольга Olga (Scandinavian) Sacred

Background setting

The third era of joint creation, the broken mirror (reunited?) scumbag man and slut (?)

Bai Zao's betrayal was planned.

Xiao Zhou participated in the Redemption of Rose, but was unaware of the betrayal (only the main body knew about the betrayal, not Saslier)

Bai Zao starts with a Five-in-One + Chaos Sea. Xiao Zhou is the Gate + Fool + Sefirah Castle. He helps Bai Zao give birth to a Void child, absorbing the Thief's uniqueness. Bai Zao divides Adam to reduce God's pollution. Adam actually existed, and Xiao Zhou is unaware that Adam is a backup. The two exchange some of the Chaos Sea and Sefirah Castle's authority, thus maintaining a basic balance between God and Celestial Venerable pollution, thus maintaining a certain degree of humanity. Later, God's pollution continues to increase due to the high number of uniqueness and Bai Zao's Chaos Sea's high base pollution. Celestial Venerable is no match for God (the God is set to make a desperate move, while Celestial Venerable chooses more candidates and has a lower pollution level). So, Redeem Rose. (Control the degree of despair)

Feng Baizhi was afraid that after telling Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou could temporarily suppress Tianzun, the scene would not be realistic enough, and his attitude towards Adam would be discovered. Feng Baizhi did not dare to do it. In short, with the help of Adam, Feng Baizhi and the four of them washed away the pollution of God and imitated Tianzun, so that God would not wake up before he was resurrected.

The three of them, Day and Night, have a good relationship. Bai Zao instructs Night to help Xiao Zhou. Night owns a portion of the River of Eternal Darkness, so Night constantly interferes with Sefirah Castle to prevent Tianzun from awakening.

After this battle, Heiye was unsure of Xiao Zhou's survival (high pollution + Chaos Sea's balance of power was low). Fifth Epoch saw someone similar to Xiao Zhou and cultivated him. The two officially met and recognized each other. Xiao Zhou had no memory, but Amanisis had guessed that there had been no battle at Sefirah Castle. The two officially met and recognized each other, and after fusing with Adam and True Creation, he recognized Bai Zao. Bai Zao joined Heiye and Xiao Zhou to kill the three gods.

This is the state after five-in-one and three-in-one again.