Am I the Child of Calamity?" Aiolos, whose face was still stained with blood, had a look of doubt in his eyes, and just now another adventuring group was persuaded by him to take him out of the labyrinth, but on the way, he was attacked and killed by a group of monsters.

In fact, it was not particularly difficult for those adventure groups to take him out of here, because it had been a year since this labyrinth was discovered, and many of the adventure groups who had lived in the Holy Flame City for a long time in order to explore the labyrinth had some impressions of Aiolos, a schoolboy who was always surrounded by a group of pink-carved little girls.

Aiolos is also in the Holy Flame City, and he is also a celebrity who is not too big or small. As long as Aeolos can explain why he is in the labyrinth, there are still many adventuring parties willing to take him out of here.

However, this is also the cause of the disaster, so far, Aiolos has persuaded a total of three adventure groups to take him out of the area, but to Aiolos' despair, these three adventures are always chased by a group of powerful and irresistible beasts on the way.

"Did you lure these monsters here?" Aiolos, whose clothes were already stained with blood, looked down at the short sword in his hand, this short sword did not know how many times it used the magical transcendent power it contained, allowing him to escape death many times in this dungeon.

But the fact that there were three adventuring groups that wanted to take him out and suffered misfortune alerted the young boy, who had already sensed the strangeness, but instead of associating the strangeness with himself, he blamed it on the short sword in his hand.

"Is it a sword with a curse, and doom will happen to anyone who helps me?" Aiolos held the sword in his hand, his eyes showing deep suspicion, but it was only doubt, it was absolutely impossible for him to throw this sword away, it was proof that he could continue to live.

......

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, this kid can really relate to it, he actually thinks that all the misfortunes he suffered are because of this sword. In a cozy room, a father full of bad tastes hugged his wife and laughed.

"It wasn't the sword, of course, that caused him this misfortune, nor himself, but his father, who was full of evil tastes!" looked at Muria, who had buried his head in his chest, and said Micariella angrily.

"What happened to those who died by the Son?"

"Don't worry, their souls have been collected, although they all have a certain utilitarian purpose to help Aiolos, but judging from the results, they all died to help my son, so they deserve my reward!"

Muria smiled, "Those adventurers with noble character will have the opportunity to enter the Angel Reincarnation Pool and be reborn in the form of angels, while those who are not so kind, they will have a body with a stronger cultivation talent, a set of equipment that is in line with their own profession, and a big rank higher than their current strength, this is my compensation for them!"

Now Muria's definition of death is different from that of ordinary mortals, in Muria's eyes, the death of the body is nothing at all, as long as he wants, he can resurrect those who died because of fatal injuries to the body at any time.

Who made him very familiar with some powerful gods who were in charge of the priesthood of death, and he also divided his faith among them, and in return, Muria could resurrect those who died unnaturally at will.

......

"I must not seek refuge in those adventure groups anymore!" Although I don't know if it was a coincidence or because of a curse, Aeolos had already decided to find a way out of the labyrinth and no longer harm the adventure party.

"But ......" had already made a decision, and Aioros looked around slightly confused, "Which way should I go?"

He had already made his decision, but unfortunately, Aiolos had already lost his way through this labyrinth, he had suddenly appeared here, and he didn't know where the exit to this labyrinth was.

At this moment, Aiolos found that the cyan short sword in his hand suddenly became warm, and there was a faint pulling force in it.

"What do you want to take me with?" Aiolos looked at the short sword in his hand, but he thought about it, it seemed that there was no good way now, since this sword brought him in, then he wanted to go out, and it seemed to be a good choice to follow this sword.

......

Dressed in a crisp silk dress, Aiolos opened the curtains, and the morning sun shone in through the window, and he looked at the peaceful scenery outside the window, and felt in a trance, the experience of last night's night was as if it had been experienced in a dream.

But Aiolos knew it wasn't a dream, and he looked into the corner of the room, where there was a stall of worn-out clothes that smelled of blood, which he had just changed.

"What is this sigil that this sword has led me to?" Aiolos raised his palm, and on his wrist, there was a shallow sword-shaped sigil surrounded by several patterns.

And as his doubts just rose, a flash of light flashed on the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, and then a pulling sensation appeared in his spirit, and the image in front of him suddenly changed drastically.

White, everything before his eyes became the white of nothingness, but soon the earth began to emerge from the place where he had settled, and then a desolate world appeared before his eyes, empty.

But just as Aiolos was curiously looking, a man dressed in gray and carrying a long sword stood silently opposite him, and just when Aiolos wanted to speak out and communicate with him, he saw the gray man on the opposite side say nothing, pulled out the sword on his back, and then slashed down with a sword.

A bright sword light covered the world in front of Aiolos, and then ...... The desolate world in front of him, the disappearance of the gray-clothed swordsman, the warm and comfortable room, the bright sunshine, and the harmonious streets all reappeared in front of his eyes.

"Shhhh

"My spiritual power!" Ioros, who didn't understand what had just happened, quickly checked his body, and then found that the spiritual power he had meditated on had been reduced by more than half in silence. And there was a very painful stinging sensation in his head, as if he had really been slashed.

......

Seven days later

"Father, there's something I want to tell you!" said Aiolos, who looked a little haggard, to Muria, who was comfortably lying on the couch reading a book.

"Hmm, what's the matter?" the elegant Muriya looked up and looked at her son, who had graduated from elementary school, with a smile on her face.

"I stole the amulet you brought back from the labyrinth the other day. Already tossed by the amulet and the mark on his hand, Aiolos decided to seek help from his father.

"Hmm!" Muria's face was indifferent, perfectly interpreting his role, "It's just an illumination amulet, if you like it, take it!"

"Father, this is not a lighting amulet, the appraiser who identified this amulet is a mediocre man with no eyesight!" Seeing his father's indifferent face, Aiolos said, and then, in order to win his father's trust, this talisman with a faint white light began to change its form and turned into a short sword.

"It can also be turned into a short sword, it's not bad, take it, it's quite suitable!" Muria still didn't have much mood swings on his face, fully showing the demeanor of a well-informed father.

"No, father, this talisman doesn't just turn into a short sword, it also has the ability to teleport, seven days ago, he teleported me to the labyrinth I could enter!"

"What?" At this time, Muria's face finally showed a hint of surprise just right.

"I spent the night in the labyrinth," looked at his father, who finally showed a look of surprise on his face, and his mother, who seemed a little nervous when he heard the news, Aiolos's face also showed a sad look, he couldn't bear it.

“...... Under the guidance of this sword, I entered a very special underground palace, which was filled with many broken swords, and after I entered, a light appeared from these broken swords, and then converged on my wrist, condensing a mark!"

Aiolos described the experience of that night in the labyrinth to his parents, who were sitting in front of him, and then stretched out his palm, revealing the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, to show his father.

"It seems that the luck is very good, although I have gone through a lot of hardships, but I have gained a lot of benefits. After using his son's tragic experience, an unscrupulous father who arranged everything said with a sigh.

"Now, do you know what this mark on your hand does?"

"Figured it out!" Speaking of this, Aeolos's eyes were a little red, it was because of this mark that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had no choice but to confess everything to his father and ask for help.

"This seal, every night, will pull my consciousness into a mental space, and then a swordsman who cannot communicate will appear......"

Aiolos complained to his father about the terrible experience the sigil had had, and every night he would be forced into his mental space to fight a swordsman so powerful that he couldn't resist it, each time he was killed in an instant, a real experience like death.

To put it simply, in the past seven days, he has been mentally killed seven times, and he is still the kind that has no power to resist, and the experience is very bad.