Cross Crane, the eldest son of Earl of the Frontier, Soth Crane.

When he was 6 years old, his father sent him to the military academy of the Ksman Empire, and since then, Cross has never returned to his homeland.

One day, 12 years later, he received the news of his father's death. Just as he was on his way home, an accident happened.

He was impaled in the chest with his bare hands by an agile assassin, and before he could react, he was completely unconscious.

Cross Klein is dead.

............

Weightlessness.

Fall.

This was the first feeling after Cross's consciousness was slightly clearer, although he couldn't open his eyes and didn't know what was going on around him, he knew very well that he was falling.

Moreover, the speed of the fall is getting faster and faster, and there seems to be an invisible force pulling him towards the abyss.

The heightened weightlessness immediately made Cross feel terrified and uneasy, he felt his heart beat faster, he desperately wanted to know what was going on around him, and his instinctive stress response just opened his eyes.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Cross gasped, just like most people who wake up from a nightmare.

However, it was only when he saw everything around him that he understood.

The nightmare has just begun.

Cross was surrounded by endless darkness, where vision had completely lost its usefulness, and the fear of the unknown made him breathe shorter, and his heart was still beating at a high rate.

Fortunately, there was a feeling of steadiness on his feet. He must have stepped on the ground, or something resembling it.

It was the only thing that gave him a sense of security, and it calmed down his nervousness.

He began to think.

Am I not already dead?

Could this place be the legendary hell?

The boundless darkness is not the same as the hell recorded in the book.

......

Chloe accepted the afterlife, and by this time, he had regained his peace.

But at this moment, an ethereal voice came from all directions.

The voice was like a low horn, continuous and continuous, and it contained a tremendous force that pierced through Cross's body and reverberated through his every nerve.

The tremendous force collided within him, and all he could feel was pain, the pain of his whole body being torn apart.

He screamed and fell to the ground, but fortunately, his consciousness was still clear.

Is it death? Is death going to take me to real hell?

The mysterious and maddening sound continued to echo through the endless darkness, and Cross magically adapted to it.

The tearing pain had faded away, and he stood up cautiously in the darkness, trying to sense everything around him.

Even if he is dead, even if he has become a soul, he can't change this cautious habit.

Suddenly, his consciousness was violently impacted, and a flood of information poured into his mind like a tidal wave.

The sensation of his brain exploding caused him to collapse in the darkness again, and he didn't even have time to rub his hands to rub his swelling brain.

Cross passively accepted this sudden flood of information, because the amount of information that poured in in an instant was too large, and the way the information was expressed was a little strange, in the end, he only understood and memorized part of it.

Cross is dead, and the place where he is now is the depths of his soul, and in this place there is a soul named Kezul, this Kezul is known as the Old Gods.

Moreover, Cross is not a pure human, he has the blood of the old gods in his body, and his death activates these sleeping bloodlines, and the revival of these bloodlines reorganizes his damaged parts and allows him to be reborn.

However, the information also revealed that once Cross dies again, then the old god bloodline will not be able to save him.

Moreover, the bloodline of the old gods has a great backlash on mortals, and serious backlash can even lead to death.

Fortunately, there is also a way to deal with the backlash of the bloodline in those messages, that is, magic, and only by absorbing magic can the backlash be suppressed.

Moreover, Cross, who has the blood of the old gods, can sense magic.

The surging flow of information finally stopped, and Cross's consciousness returned.

However, more doubts and incomprehension followed.

The depths of the soul, the old gods, the resurrection, the magic, how could words that could only be heard in the legends told by the bards really appeared in reality.

He doesn't believe in these things, and he doesn't want to accept the fact that he's not human.

At this time, he noticed that the sound that continued to echo in the darkness also disappeared.

Cross suddenly realized that the message just now was probably transmitted to him by this voice.

He was amazed: the whispers of the Old Gods? This place is really the soul of the soul?

Cross struggled to his feet, and if that information was true, then he was going to talk to the old god named Kzur right now.

However, he had barely stood firm when he felt a movement under his feet.

He instinctively tried to escape, but found that there was nothing he could do, and he felt a thick snake winding up from his legs, and soon, he was completely enveloped.

In the face of such fear, Cross once again burst into instinctive resistance.

He struggled desperately, roared wildly, and in despair, a dazzling light tore through the darkness, and he felt himself ascending at a rapid pace.

......

Cross snapped his eyes open, and the sound of rapid breathing echoed through the empty space.

This time, instead of depriving the darkness of vision, it is barely possible to see the dimness around you.

Lived!

This was Cross's first reaction.

He subconsciously sat up and began to examine his body.

The first thing to examine was the left breast, which had been pierced, and because the space was so dim, he could only judge by touch.

The hole in the coat is still there, but the skin is indeed smooth under the hole, and this silky feeling is like the skin of a newborn.

And, not a single scar!

Feeling the beating of his heart and enjoying the air he had not seen for a long time, Cross finally confirmed his rebirth.

......

He sat dumbfounded, tears falling helplessly from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, only the most primitive way of human beings can express his joy at being reborn.

However, he soon calmed down. His resurrection and the restoration of his left chest intact confirmed Kzur's message.

Although that information broke Cross's cognition. But now, the facts are in front of him, and he has to believe it.

Now that the bloodline of the old god in his body has been activated, then, he is likely to be attacked by the bloodline next, and he must find the magic power as soon as possible, preferably pure magic power.

However, Cross didn't know what magic was, nor did he know how to perceive it.

Regarding the magic, he was going to gather information about it after leaving this place.

At this point, Cross suddenly realized a more pressing problem.

That is where you are, whether you are in danger or not.

Thinking of this, his heart began to beat faster.

He knew very well that as an assassinated person, he should never be present in this place. If he wakes up and finds himself in the middle of nowhere, he will feel at ease.

It was at this moment that he heard a human voice.

"Watson, you idiot, it took you all day to buy the Bloodstone, don't you know that the corpse will rot after a long time!"

"I'm sorry, Wizard. ”

"Stay at the entrance to the cellar and don't let anything through, including rats!"

"Yes, Wizard. ”

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