It's a world where you can't see the light.

All of us live in darkness and carry heavy loads.

They had nothing on their shoulders, but they were extremely heavy.

Therefore, their steps were also very heavy, and the steps were very slow, but in spite of this, when they stepped on the ground, they sank into the mud with one foot, and although they were full of mud, they still had to go on.

When one of them fell, the others watched from the sidelines, and the mud splashed directly onto the fallen man, and no one would help him.

The mud is very heavy, very clingy, and it will pull the person who has fallen, and it will sink down, like the hand of the demon of hell, and it will grab the person, and pull his heart, his body, and sink.

Then, there was no longer the strength to climb up.

In this way, he died in the dirty dirt, listening to the heavy progress of others.

There is no light in the world of these people.

They longed for someone to reach out to them and give them a hand, but they were terrified of being rejected.

Because, even if you pull it up, you are likely to fall again on the next part of the journey.

Because, this journey is too long, and I can't see the future, the heaviness under my feet, the heaviness on my body, are invisibly, crushing them step by step.

The chances of falling again are too great.

And, desperately.

Perhaps, what really makes them not want to stand up is this deep sense of despair, a person, carrying the weight of the invisible and uncertain future, looking up and seeing that there is no partner, and there is no good situation around him.

How can I have the confidence to want to get up again.

I'm afraid, they've all been defeated.

Poof, another man fell into the mud.

But no one paid any attention to him, and everyone moved on.

What kind of world is this?

No one knows that they are taught from birth, and once they step out of the house, they will move forward forever.

No one can help you.

When he fell, he got up on his own.

If you choose not to stand up because you are waiting for someone else to help you, then you will eventually be clung to by these heavy, filthy sludges and eventually die.

Only I try to get up from the mud, carry the heaviness, grit my teeth, grit my teeth, try my best, no, not my best, I must finish until the beginning of another world.

until I see the light.

That's your own light, your own world, and you can really stand up.

Such a strong person, no matter what it is, cannot knock it down, even if he is knocked down again, he will rely on his strong and tenacious spiritual strength to support himself, dragging his steps, step by step, stepping on the mud, and using his own body to meet and face, his own ordeal.

The strong, as it is, survives one after another tribulations that can destroy themselves, and after that, they become even more powerful beings.

"Is the purpose of our existence to be stronger?"

There are partners around me, stagnant, looking at the road with an uncertain future, and I don't know why.

Those who passed by him heard.

He replied.

"You can only survive if you become stronger. ”

Then leave this companion standing in the mud and darkness behind, go on your own, step on your own path, and accept your own ordeal.

Everyone, leaving behind the things that bind them, family, responsibilities, feelings, etc., embarked on this path.

This is a path that belongs to them, no one can help, only they can step through these mud, wash their souls, use their bodies, become strong, no matter how much they resist, they will not be crushed again.

When they step out, they will truly become inhabitants of this world.

Therefore, in this world, it is called the Knight's Forge.

This is also a world of becoming a knight.

It is divided into two halves.

Or rather, it's not a spherical shape.

And it's divided into two layers.

All people will be born in the lower world, and then, after a lot of hard work, land on the upper world and become the new knight.

Then, in tacit understanding, they raised their children to be raised and thrown into the next layer of muddy world.

And those children who have grown up will wade through the mud underneath this, and then enter the new world, becoming new knights and pride.

Glory will be given to them, and strength will be theirs.

Then, become a knight who guards everything.

They will get stronger.

But today, something different happened in their proving grounds.

It was like a madman.

A madman to the fullest, he ignores all the pressure and heaviness, treats all obstacles as nothing, and treads on the mud and in a heavy deep water.

And then run like crazy.

Ran and ran, fell, then patted the mud and got up, kept running, and then fell again, and the sharp gravel cut his leg and bled a lot, but he didn't care, and got up again.

Even, he pulled the person next to him by the way, and said with a smile that he didn't need to thank him, so he continued to run.

Everyone's faces were confused.

What's the matter with this man? Does he have a lot of energy and time? How can he still meddle with other people's affairs like a madman?

After that, he pinched his nose again and said that it stinks here and that he has to run quickly.

Then he ran away with ease.

"Really, I don't know whose child it is. ”

A tired voice, and then continued to bury his head in his own path.

This is a man who has been gone for a long time.

This muddy world, known as the First World, is far more vast than the Second World, and no one has personally measured how big it is, because it will be heavy.

It's already hard to go out, how can anyone measure it.

Even those who have become knights are very powerful in their own right, but if they were to be told to go back to this muddy hell and do it again, then they would rather die than want to come.

Not to mention those who are entering a muddy hell for the first time.

There are a lot of deaths in here!

There were a lot of corpses in the dirt.

I could still smell the rancid smell of their partner's corpse, and it would not be long before they could have their ingredients in it.

Watching that madman-like guy come from afar, fall somewhere, get up again, fall again, and so on dozens of times in a row, even the madman has no strength to get up, and only buries his head in the dirt, and never gets up again.

This faintly added a point to the heaviness in their hearts.

Then, the sky of the first world was opened.

A light shone down and poured down on the earth, and that was when they saw the mud for the first time.