When Apollo looked up at the red fireball above his head for the last time, he could not help but shed tears. Then, he strummed the lyre in his hand.
Melodious and sad music flowed from his fingertips, and the gods who heard the music stopped what they were doing. Among them, the youngest was born less than a year ago, while the oldest had lived on this land for thousands of years, witnessing the prosperity and decline of countless civilizations. They had long become one with this land, but now, they were forced to migrate in order to survive, becoming rootless leaves.
Thinking of this, many of them had tears in their eyes.
The group of gods who first proposed the Garden of Eden Project, led by Iciz, were busy with the final stage of work, selecting babies as tinder, and arranging construction tasks after arriving in the new world.
Building a human civilization from scratch was not an easy task. Moreover, there were many gods arriving in the new world, not only the old gods, but also the new gods. How to balance the interests of all parties and achieve a relatively satisfactory result was even more difficult.
For now, after countless intense negotiations, and even to the point of restarting the war, both sides finally made some concessions, and barely reached an initial consensus in less than three months.
This was already quite an incredible speed, because just three months ago, both sides were still in a state of war. In fact, if not for the external threat of Cthulhu, the old and new gods who were already fighting each other would never reach any agreement at the negotiating table.
In the end, Zeus and the God of Science shook hands, indicating that a fragile balance had finally been reached among the gods.
And the next step was the mass migration.
This was a huge project that had begun as early as a month ago. The first batch of relatively weak gods entered because they were most worried about being contaminated by Cthulhu, and then the slightly stronger gods. Until today, only the last batch of passengers were left.
However, just as Apollo and the other gods were reminiscing about their last days on this land, an uninvited guest who had not shown up before suddenly appeared in front of the gods.
The God of Time, Kronos.
Compared to more than three months ago, he looked a lot older. His eyes were filled with anger, and he was no longer as calm as before. He strode toward the man in a suit and tie with an exaggerated moustache.
Apollo was still standing a little further away from the other gods, leisurely feeding his bird with bread crumbs as if he didn't hear Apollo's mournful music.
Until Kronos stood in front of him.
"Long time no see, Kronos," the mustached man greeted. "I hope you'll get rid of that bad habit of eating sweets soon."
Kronos sneered. "You can be as smug as you want. Where is Gaim? I want to see him."
The mustached man sighed. "Why is it that all of you who are looking for Gaim come to me for him? He's a grown man, I can't control where he goes. "
"Your tricks can fool others, but you can't fool me," Kronos said coldly. "I know what Zhang Heng was doing in the mountains for two weeks."
"Well, I heard that you were there at that time. In order to carry out the final step of your long-prepared plan smoothly, you kept an eye on him to ensure that no accidents happened. You waited until he was cornered and had no choice but to accept your blood exchange request," the mustached man said. The man with the mustache said, "You're still as scheming as ever, full of patience and caution. Unfortunately, you've forgotten one thing. Humans are different from us. They've always been unpredictable."
Kronos, however, completely ignored what the mustached man said. He just repeated, "I know what he did in the two weeks in the mountains. He was playing games, using the game console he got from the proxy war. There was a game called 'Endless Journey' on it, and Gaim was in it. He used that game console to contact the missing Gaim, right?"
Kronos stared into the mustached man's eyes as if trying to read the answer from them.
However, the mustached man just stroked his beard and said, "I can understand how you feel, Kronos. No matter who it is, spending eighteen years preparing a dish, but in the end, not being able to eat it, everyone will feel angry …"
"Many people think that I'm a madman for daring to lay my hands on the master of the city under the ice. But in my opinion, you and Gaim are the real madmen. I admit that I covet his power, but at least I'm not crazy enough to release him. It's entirely your and Gaim's fault that things have developed to this point. Guess what the other gods will think if I tell them about this?"
In fact, when Kronos suddenly appeared and rushed angrily to the mustached man, the attention of many gods was attracted by the two. It was just that it was not appropriate for them to come over and eavesdrop.
The mustached man shrugged as if he did not hear the threat in the words of the God of Time. He said softly, "Kronos, you need to take a good rest. Don't let your imagination run wild."
The God of Time remained unmoved. "I admit that I've lost this round. From the moment the Lord of R 'yleh descended upon Zhang Heng's body, I've completely lost. There's no way for me to turn the tables around. Now, all I need is an answer."
"What answer?"
"What tricks are you playing?"
"Why are you always so sure that Gaim and I are playing tricks?" the mustached man asked with interest.
"Gaim has always hoped that the new and old gods can live in peace, but this time, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the war between the two factions is inevitable. Even he can't reconcile. In the end, because of the arrival of the Lord of R 'yleh, the new and old gods suddenly have a common enemy, and they have no choice but to work together again. The war has just begun, and it ended in a way that no one could have imagined.
"The current result may be very sad for others, but for you, it's a good thing. But isn't the price a little too high? And do you really think the other gods are fools?"
"We don't think the other gods are fools." The mustached man shook his head, but finally did not evade the God of Time's question. He sighed and said, "Kronos, your intelligence is top-notch among the new and old gods. The only regret is that you're a little narrow-minded. This is probably why you can't understand Gaim."
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