People always expect a certain moment to become eternal.

But this expectation will eventually come to nothing.

Whether people like it or not, time will always move forward.

Pan found that things seemed to be changing.

He first noticed that Peter was no longer hanging out with them as often as before.

Then, he learned that Peter Barry had performed well in the school and was rewarded by a big man for it, and he was able to talk face-to-face with the Tarot couple who were the school managers.

Although Pan was not there at the time, he and other partners listened to Peter describe the process vividly.

Peter Barry's wish is to be able to be admitted to the newly established Aeronautical Industry Institute. He shared this idea with the Tallo couple, and this kind-hearted couple is obviously happy to help children from poor families.

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

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

On the day when Peter Barry is 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 studies at the Aviation Industry Institute. In exchange, Peter will join his company after graduation and become a member of the aircraft design team...

After hearing the news, Peter's friends were as happy as crazy-becoming an aircraft design engineer meant that Peter was one step closer to their dream.

While the others were cheering and jumping for joy, Pan just stood there dumbly

He realized that things were about to change drastically.

And the change he can't accept the most is the departure of Peter Barry.

Not only that, inspired by Peter, the children stopped messing around and started to work hard for their own goals.

The "Noisy Legion" died down, and the music in the Lower Town Street was missing a voice.

For Pan, such an incident means that his life will return to the dark night that will not dawn.

That sense of loneliness with no end in sight will swallow him up again...

The smile faded from his face again.

Perhaps such drastic changes had too much impact on him, or maybe he was too afraid of returning to loneliness. In short, Pan's spiritual world underwent drastic changes.

One 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 its neck was over the street lamp, so its face could not be seen clearly.

The antlers stretched skyward like a sprawling tree, and Pan could see black petals falling from them.

The deer's shadow was projected into Pan's room, into his eyes.

"Pan,

"Don't you remember who you are?"

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

"Although you have lost the last batch of believers and become weak...

"But you should not forget that you are not a mortal."

I am not a mortal?

Pan's eyes widened.

I am not a mortal...

I'm a... demigod!

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

He was born from the oral stories of the simple herdsmen, holding a reed panpipe named Selinex, walking happily through the woods. In the legends, the Nymph Fairy and the pure child are both him. partner...

He also has power and authority of his own—greedy townspeople, unwilling to pay the rewards they promised to rid the town of rats after he drowned all the town's rats by playing his pan flute, blow Selin Kex took all the children in the town.

And those children became his exclusive "friends", which made him happy for a long time...

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

Especially after "Voyage of the Gods". Fewer people believed in him, and that sense of loneliness entangled him like a maggot attached to his bones, making him miserable for many nights.

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

"I'm a demigod..." Pan murmured, although those magical powers became weaker, they returned to his body like a flash of light.

"That's right, 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 mortals?"

This voice... what she said was so reasonable, and Pan Na's heart, which had been immersed in the mortal world for too long, and even forgot those darkness, was once again infected with the arrogance and madness that belonged to "God".

Yes, I'm a demigod, and I have powers that people don't—

Why should my feelings be at the mercy of mortals?

Why do I have to bear such a parting again?

Why should I return to solitude again! ?

The dark clouds in my heart surged up, covering the light called "humanity"...

A turbulent, violent, and poisonous thought emerged in his heart.

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

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

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On the eve before Peter Barry was about to leave New Testament and go to Rongguang City to start his own training career, Pan invited him alone to the rooftop where countless memories had taken place.

In Pan's perception, he and Peter were the only ones on the rooftop that night.

Peter looked radiant as a 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 wanted him to do.

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

It's still the slightly lazy smile with neat teeth showing, which makes people let go of their guards.

When Pan turned around, Peter noticed that the aura of the little fellow in front of him had changed...

He frowned suspiciously: why does he seem to be... getting older?

Pan's dark circles were extremely deep, so deep that it was scary.

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

"Peter, nothing special...

"I just thought you were leaving tomorrow, and I wanted to see you again."

Peter laughed, obviously he didn't have any suspicion or defense against the friend in front of him: "Don't worry, Pan!

"I'll write to you. Besides, the college also has winter and summer vacations - I can still find you when I come back from the 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 came 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 remember," Peter shrugged, "I designed 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 shadow stepping with me again?"

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

How could such a request be refused?

He had no choice but to agree to this somewhat strange request: "Come on, why not?"

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

"Wow..." Peter was taken aback by Pan's actions, "You're undeclared war again..."

Without giving Peter an extra chance to breathe, Pan stomped **** Peter's shadow with each foot, and the ground on the roof shook slightly with each foot.

"Wow wow..." Peter felt something was wrong and wanted to end the game, "Pan, why are you..."

While Peter was talking ~lightnovelpub.net~ Pan finally stepped on his shadow.

"Pan, what's wrong with you..." Peter felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to move his position, but found that his body seemed to be pinned, unable to move, "This, what's going on?!"

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

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

He had a vicious expression on his face that a twelve-year-old child would never have, and the madness in his eyes completely surpassed his age. He stared at Peter as if he was playing with his prey, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat :

"Honestly, Peter, you're so talented and charismatic...

"I like you very much.

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