As soon as his eyes opened and closed, Arles found that he had become a subject of the subjugation of the country, and even lost a lot of memory, leaving only a thing calling himself Mena following him.
After struggling to get up from the coffin, he found that time had been flowing silently for more than a thousand years. The elemental energy in the air was no longer what it was before. The empire of elves had become a page in the history books. The alien sects had split and split. Humans had become the masters of this world. All that was left in his memory was the eternal mage of the Black Tower. The continent was full of crises.
Demons filled with depravity and death are watching in the dark, and the pollution of darkness has invaded large areas of land. However, humans are fighting among themselves, mages have no regard for worldly affairs, and the aliens are attacking each other and almost beating each other to pieces, not to mention the sad and serious discrimination problem between different camps.
Looking up at the starry sky, the god of the scorching sun is suspected to be dead, and the moon god has found no such person. Looking down at the earth, the god of the sea is dead, and the whereabouts of the original goddess are unknown.
How to live.
Seeing that the human kingdom built on the land of the dead was about to kill himself, Arles couldn't bear it anymore. Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, he decided to become a god so that he could clean up the mess in this place.
Fortunately, using the memory of the past, the projection of the stars and history, and a little help from Mena, Arles was able to recreate the bodies of all the creatures he had ever seen.
Well, it's up to you, my dear former colleagues, to help me!
As a result, the tyrant of the old country wandered in the former territory, his long bloody hair burning like his anger forever; the black-haired palace priests walked through the alleys, accompanied by flowers and vines wherever they went, driving away evil spirits and darkness.
As his influence on the world became greater and greater, Arles's memory gradually recovered. Looking at the riddled land in front of him, and then at the vests behind him, thinking about the promise in his memory, he couldn't help but sigh sadly:
Becoming a god is really [beep] [beep] troublesome.
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An atypical western fantasy vest story, fate updates, the true owner of the vests will be resurrected.
Because it is an OC novel, the setting of each important character may be more like Long Aotian, the God-defying God, especially the protagonist.
Many seemingly abrupt settings will be explained later, trying to tell the story clearly.
The protagonist has a plot, but my emotional line is poorly written, so the main plot is as serious as possible.
The names of some special characters are taken from ancient Greek mythology, but in fact they have nothing to do with their character, abilities, appearance, etc., But are related to the world view and background.
>>>The author of the lip pencil always loves to read Western fantasy. If the sentences in the text are the same as those of other IP works without annotations, it is most likely that the writing was too high and the impressive sentences were unconsciously written. If you find something wrong, please remind me so that I can correct it. (Kneel down)
The writing level is poor, the wording is weird, it's a running account, and it's a secondary disease. Please watch it with caution.
Intention: Therefore, I love this world, I love you, I love you.
