It's fucking noisy.

He was in the dark, feeling like a long time had passed, but his ears were still haunted by the dull bells of the cathedral and the boring eulogy, and the cry of his body that had been cold for days.

The little old man who read the eulogy is eighty-nine years old this year, and he is considered his nephew, and he sneaked into his library to take a look at the rumored "divine sword" that pierced the heart of the demon king-dissociation.

Excalibur didn't see it, he slapped his ass twice, and was thrown out of the garden by the collar, and the vengeful little bunny destroyed his favorite ginkgo tree every now and then.

Picking leaves, breaking branches, and even carving words on the trunk of a tree, he inevitably beat him again in the end.

I guess I'm crying and sad on the surface now, I'm afraid I'm not stealing joy in my heart, right?

Excalibur? Oh, fart, where did the Excalibur come from? How could he, a brave man who was a party to the case, not know that there was such a thing?

When the elderly Mr. Brave realized that he had broken away from the immobile body and his consciousness was wandering, he knew that he was dead, without any accident, not assassination or poisoning, a very ordinary old death, and walked peacefully.

This is decent enough for an old brave man who is already old, at least he did not end up with the sand sculpture knight king of the next country who tried to usurp the throne and failed, and died with infamy.

In front of his eyes, there was a marquee of this life.

Born in the holy light, with the mission of protecting the world, according to the guidance of God, he exercised, learned, and improved every day, and when he grew up a little, he went on adventures, had his own companions, and overcame difficulties large and small.

As in the script, everything went smoothly until he was eighteen years old.

Unexpectedly, the object who was destined to die either you or me died didn't wait for him to farm monsters and upgrade to the full level, so he took the initiative to find the door.

The Demon King descended without warning, the scarlet sky, the sky was full of black feathers, everything lost signs of life activity, and death spread, as if the end of the world was in a state of affairs.

The man with goat horns on his head and a cyan flame like six wings burning behind his back, dressed as if he had just come out of a coal kiln, walked up to him step by step, his scarlet eyes reflecting his slightly trembling figure.

At that time, what did you say...... By the way, the Adversary said......

Kill me, right now.

At that time, he was full of the concept of fairness and justice, but of course he did not agree to this strange request that was not clear, and refused with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Now that I think about it, his intestines are full of remorse.

Fuck the theory of justice, if he had been killed on the spot at the request of the Adversary, that guy wouldn't have come to harass him every winter frost and snow festival in the future. When his request to die was refused, he didn't leave, sat next to him and pointed out his swordsmanship and spells, and occasionally started it himself, beating him to the point of being dizzy, and then his face was full of disgust.

The Demon King comes every year, but the young brave man is overwhelmed and gradually irritable and has a twisted personality.

If you want to die, wouldn't it be good to find a place to cut yourself, what's the matter, what if my conscience finds out to give me performance? Or do you want to have fun with me, bastard?

Finally, almost twenty years later, when he felt that he was capable of fighting the Demon King, he was ready to start a duel to put an end to this harassment.

He was excited, but that year, the Demon King didn't come.

Therefore, he went to the demon king's lair alone, because of the demon king's guidance, he has made rapid progress in recent years, and his strength has completely thrown his former companions a few streets away, and it is just a burden to bring them again.

Afterward...... What happened next?

I don't know if it's the effect of death, his memory suddenly became fragmented, the marquee was pitch black, and a memory was completely erased from his mind.

The only thing I remember is that he was picked up covered in blood, woke up in bed, looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, and a swear word popped out of his head.

Damn it.

Naturally, he became the brave man who destroyed the demon king, the guardian of the world, and a hero.

But in my heart, it was empty.

The rest of his life was the peaceful life he had hoped for, without wars and strife, without monster infestation, and the only thing that bothered him was his heart that was always irritable and abnormal.

He'd been fighting against himself for the rest of his life, for a reason he couldn't remember at all now.

His consciousness gradually blurred, he walked through a long journey of death, and near the end of the journey, sleepiness hit, and he knew that this sleep was eternal sleep.

As his consciousness sank, his memories became more and more blurred, his wife and children, domestic servants, and former companions, but the face of the demon king became clearer and clearer.

Ignoring the pair of terrifying horns on his head, the peerless face revealed an unprecedented sadness.

You're a demon king, why do you have such an expression...... Oh, I forgot that you have always been a wonder, forget it, after death, the accounts will be written off, and I don't want to see your bad face again.

"Open the well and drop the test subject."

"Don't break, you stop me!"

"Fuck off, don't get in my way! Otherwise, I'll throw you in! ”

"If you do this, my eldest brother won't agree!"

"Big brother? Which big brother? The waste that sealed the center as a trapped-beast fight! ”

"How can you say that! Big brother is all for us! ”

"Shut up!"

There was a loud bang.

Just like being woken up by someone just after falling asleep, he felt a tingling pain that he had always had the air to get up, and unlike usual, this stinging pain was not concentrated in the head, but came from the "whole body". This momentary vague pain pulls consciousness out of nothingness and converges into a "point".

In the darkness, with the appearance of his blue "dot", countless criss-crossing lines spread out around him.

"Yes, there is a response......"

What are you arguing about, and whose voice is this?

"What? Is there a reinvention this time? ”

"Yes, reinvent ninety percent, and...... A link has been established with a previously placed test subject. ”

There was a hint of excitement in the previously irritable voice: "Quick, use the Well of Xenomorph to throw it into the world where the test subject is." ”

"Do you have to be like this? Doing so will only disrupt the original order, and the situation will become more difficult to control. ”

"So what's the solution now, do you have it? Tell me, who can stop the disintegration of the Land of Origin? Can't you still count on your big brother who locks himself in the cracks? We have been abandoned since he blocked the center because of the sin who broke the law of cause and effect, wake up, you nirvana! ”

It's noisy, it's noisy, what kind of are you talking that people can't understand?

"No, it's not in a stable condition, and it could collapse at any time!"

"Drop! Hurry up! ”

The last thing he could hear was a faint sigh that followed him, and that helpless lament accompanied him into a dream that he had not seen for a long time, where there was a wasteland, and in the center of the wasteland was a long-dead ginkgo tree.

He saw a man standing under a tree, gray-haired and clumsy, as if the wind would blow and disappear into dust.

In the end, it was darkness again.