People always hope that a certain moment can become eternity.

But this hope will eventually be in vain.

Time goes on, whether people like it or not.

Pan found that things seemed to be changing.

The first thing he noticed was that Peter wasn't hanging out with them as often as he used to.

Then, he learned that Peter Barry excelled in the school, and was rewarded by a big man for it, and was able to talk face-to-face with the Tarots as school directors.

Although Pan was not there at the time, he and the rest of the group listened to Peter vividly describe the process.

Peter Barry's ambition is to be admitted to the newly established Aviation Industry College, and he shared this idea with the Tullo couple, who are obviously very happy to help children from poor families.

They contacted the then-famous entrepreneur and aviator, Howard Hughes, and allowed the child with rare ideals to send the celebrity a letter.

Although the age and class span is huge, the two became pen pals because of their shared aviation dream.

On the day Peter Barry was about to graduate, he brought good news to all his partners-

Howard Hughes admired Peter very much and was willing to pay for his tuition and living expenses during his further studies at the Aeronautical Institute. In exchange, Peter would join his company after graduation and be part of the aircraft design team...

After hearing the news, Peter's mates were all happy like crazy - becoming an aircraft design engineer means Peter is one step closer to their dream.

While the others cheered, Pan just stood dumbfounded

He realized that things were about to change dramatically.

And the change he couldn't accept the most was the departure of Peter Barry.

Not only that, but motivated by Peter, the children stopped messing around and started working hard for their own goals.

The "Noisy Legion" died down, and the music on Xiacheng Street lost a voice.

For Pan, the occurrence of such a thing means that his life will return to the dark night that will not dawn.

That sense of loneliness that doesn't know the end will eat him up again...

The smile faded from his face again.

Maybe it was because the drastic changes had hit him too hard, maybe it was because he was too scared to return to loneliness. In short, Pan's spiritual world had undergone drastic changes.

On a cold night, in an empty room, he saw some kind of vision...

Through the window, he saw a black deer standing in the street.

The deer was so tall that it stretched its neck above the streetlights, so it was impossible to see its face at all.

The antlers stretched into the sky like a giant tree with branches, and Pan could see black petals falling from it.

The shadow of the deer was projected into Pan's room and into his eyes.

"Pan,

"Don't you remember who you are?"

He didn't know whether the voice came from the black giant deer or from his own heart.

"Although you have lost the last of your followers and become weak...

"But you shouldn't forget that you're not a mortal."

I'm not a mortal?

Pan's eyes widened.

I'm not a mortal...

I'm a... demigod!

The amnesia symptoms caused by the power collapse eased a little, and some of Pan's previous memories were suddenly awakened.

He was born in the stories passed down by the simple herdsmen, holding a reed panpipe named Selinks, and walking happily through the woods. In the legend, the Nymph Fairy and the pure child are his partner...

He also has his own power and prestige - after he drowned all the rats in the town by playing the pan flute, the greedy townspeople were unwilling to pay the reward they promised to eliminate the rat infestation. Links took all the children in the town.

And those children became his "friends", which made him happy for a while...

However, due to the extremely short lifespan of humans and the indifference of the gods, Pan, a demigod, is always chased by a strong sense of loneliness...

Especially after "The Voyage of the Gods". Fewer people believed in him, and the sense of loneliness haunted him like a bone-encrusted maggot, making him miserable for many nights.

The heart twisted and deformed again and again in the dark.

"I'm a demigod..." Pan muttered. Although those magical powers became weak, they returned to his body like a light.

"Yes, you are a demigod..." The deer outside the window covered half of the window like a black curtain.

"As a demigod, how can your feelings be at the mercy of the arbitrary actions of mortals?"

This voice... what she said was so reasonable that Pan was immersed in the mundane world for too long, and even forgot those dark hearts, and was once again infected with the arrogance and madness that belonged to "God".

Yes, I'm a demigod, I have powers that no one has--

Why are my feelings at the mercy of mortals?

Why do I have to endure this kind of separation again?

Why should I go back to loneliness again! ?

Dark clouds rose up in my heart, obscuring the light called "human nature"...

A turbulent, violent, poisonous thought emerged in my heart.

It seems that there has never been a shadow of a black deer on the street, only the figure of a late returner stretched out by the street lights.

Standing in front of the window, those eyes once again revealed the distortion and arrogance that have lasted for thousands of years...

...

On the eve of Peter Barry's departure from the New Testament and going to Rongguang City to start his further education, Pan invited him to the rooftop where countless memories had occurred.

In Pan's cognition, that night, there were only him and Peter on the rooftop.

Peter looked bright as a whole new chapter in his life was about to begin.

He was packing his luggage at home, and he didn't know what the youngest brother in the group had to do with him.

"What's the matter? Pan?" Peter said with a smile.

It's still that slightly lazy smile that shows straight teeth and makes people relieved.

Pan turned around, and Peter noticed that the little friend in front of him changed his aura...

He frowned suspiciously: Why does he seem to be... getting old?

Pan's dark circles were so deep that they were scary.

There was a smile on his face, but that smile had an indescribably weird feeling.

"Peter, nothing special...

"Just thinking that you are leaving tomorrow and want to see you again."

Peter laughed, apparently without any suspicion or defense against the friend in front of him: "Don't worry, Pan!

"I'll write to you. Besides, the academy also has winter and summer vacations -- I can still find you when I come back from vacation..."

"Yes, you will come back..." Pan suddenly whispered to himself, "I have heard you humans say such self-righteous words too many times, and then never come back..."

Peter frowned: "Pan, what are you talking about?"

With a smile on his face again, Pan shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm talking to myself...

"Oh, by the way, Peter, do you remember the time you brought me into your conversation?"

"Of course I do," Peter shrugged. "I made a stupid game, haha..."

"No," Pan said lightly, "that game is not stupid at all.

"Not only is it not stupid, I even want to play with you again.

"Peter, you're leaving tomorrow, can you play the game of stepping on the shadows with me again?"

Peter realized that the most introverted member of the group seemed to be haunted by parting at the moment.

How could it be possible to refuse such a request?

He had to agree to this somewhat strange request: "Come on, why not?"

At a strange speed, Pan stepped on Peter's shadow with one foot - that kind of momentum, like a hungry wolf pounced on its prey...

"Wow..." Peter was frightened by Pan's actions, "You're undeclaring war again..."

Without giving Peter an extra chance to breathe, Pan stomped on Peter's shadow fiercely with each foot, causing the roof to sway slightly with each foot.

"Wow wow..." Peter, who noticed something was wrong, wanted to stop the game, "Pan, why are you..."

While Peter was talking, Pan finally stepped on his shadow~lightnovelpub.net~ Pan, what's wrong with you..." Peter felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to move, but found that his body seemed to be pinned and moved. No, "What, what's going on here? ! "

He looked at Pan with some horror. Only then did he realize that the reason why he couldn't move was precisely because Pan stepped on his shadow.

Like a poisonous snake entangling its prey, Pan walked to Peter in a few steps.

He had a vicious expression on his face that a twelve-year-old would never have, and his eyes were full of madness beyond his age. He stared at Peter like he was playing with his prey, and a low voice came out of his throat. :

"To be honest, Peter, you are so talented and charming...

"I like you very much.

"However, I'm more 'jealous' than 'like'."

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