Rhodes didn't die, he just couldn't find his way home.

It doesn't matter which home it is.

Alone outside time and space, Rhodes could not even confirm and perceive his own existence, and at this moment, for the first time, he felt the most direct practical significance of the three major questions of philosophy.

There's no time, there's no space, there's just endless weirdness.

If it is said that the crossing is from one world to another, then Rhodes is now "thrown" between worlds by the force that disconnects the two worlds.

Floating in the gap between the worlds, for the first time in his life, Rhodes felt utterly powerless - there was chaos, there were no laws of law, arcane was invalid, there were no laws of physics, or to put it simply, there was no such thing as "existence" here.

For a moment, Rhodes felt like he was dead.

But...... And it was only for a moment.

Although he is willing to die calmly for some reasons, Rhodes has never been a person who is willing to give up his life, he knows the preciousness of life better than anyone else, and he dies calmly not because he doesn't care about living, but because he cares about letting more people live better.

And now, when Rod's life depends only on himself, he will not sit still, let himself float in the gap between the worlds, and finally stop thinking.

If you can, then live!

Although he couldn't make a sound, although he wasn't hungry, Rhodes was still thinking hard, singing loudly, he couldn't stop himself, he couldn't give up - he still existed at this time, and once he gave up, "Rode" disappeared completely.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe only for a moment, maybe countless years.

Rhodes finally touched the borders of a world.

Although he didn't know what kind of world this was or what it was, Rhodes chose to sacrifice his life and entered this world.

It's a new world, and it's always here that you can find the way you want to go back.

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Huaguo, the magic capital.

Several "middle-aged people" who are nearly 30 years old did not go to any discordant activities after the class reunion, but found an Internet café with a good environment and wanted to relive the past years.

Being able to temporarily let go of Party A's bad feelings, let go of the annoyance of the boss, and let go of the nagging of the wife, several middle-aged people finally returned to the Summoner Canyon again after many days.

"Ya Weiguang, you TM still choose Yasuo in seconds?!" The second brother in the dormitory, who chose Soraka and planned to skate, and then spoke well in front of customers on weekdays, spat out without hesitation, "It's been more than ten years since this game, and you still know Yasuo?" ”

"All surnamed Ya, natal and natal!" The person who chose Yasuo in seconds fully brought out the acting skills he learned on the job, as if he really chose in seconds just because of his surname Ya, not because of happiness, "I'll see who is on the line with me...... Exotic Arcanist? What's this? ”

"Don't ask me, don't ask me, I don't know." The ADC also shook his head, "I haven't been paying attention for a long time...... Why don't you search while it's loaded? ”

"It's too late, it's too late!" As soon as Ya Weiguang took out his mobile phone, the game officially began, "Forget it, look at it, my Yasuo is just one word, invincible!" ”

Then, thirty seconds after the line arrived, Nakalu Yasuo sent the first drop of blood.

"What's this, such a big fireball, directly hitting a quarter of my blood?"

Five minutes later, Rhodes was killed.

"Why can't you cut it when it becomes an ice lump, isn't it a bug?"

The jungler couldn't stand it anymore and came to help, but he was stuck at level 6 and both died.

"Is he playing with unlimited firepower, how come the skills don't seem to have a CD?!"

Twenty minutes later, the base exploded, and the five old men smiled at each other and chose to report the opposite mid-lan—of course, four of them also reported their own mid-laners.

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Azeroth, the kingdom of Stormwind.

Miss Sylvanas, High Elf Envoy, makes a state visit to Stormwind on trade issues - When the white chocobo stops in front of a newly erected statue outside Stormwind, Sylvanas jumps off his mount and stands at the foot of the statue, raising his face.

Unlike the marble statues of several others, this one has a faint layer of gold: it is said that this was ordered by His Majesty Varian himself, and even emptied all his personal savings.

People wondered why His Majesty Varian, who was diligent and loved the people, would use his precious gold in such a "useless" place, but Sylvanas knew why.

Because that fool is as greedy for money as a goblin.

In the morning light, the fool had his usual smile in his hand, and in front of him, a huge, unquenchable burst of flame was tumbling.

(This flame blast technique was rubbed out by Khadgar, and Antonidas himself perpetuated.) ）

And in front of the statue of this fool, in the Elwyn Forest, there will always stand a great broken sword—his last trophy and one of the most precious gifts he has left in this world.

Walking silently around the statue, Sylvanasra lowered the brim of her hood, mounted a chocobo, and hurried into Stormwind.

Only Qingfeng knew that there had been an elegy of the High Elves just now.

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The continent of Faerun.

Neverwinter doesn't know when an organization called the Proletarians appeared.

It's a strange group that consists mainly of low-level miners, accompanied by a few small craftsmen - in Neverwinter, these people have always been small transparent, oppressed by their bosses and blackmailed by ruffians.

Although Neverwinter has always been known for its "well-developed handicrafts", these low-level craftsmen never attract anyone's attention, they use their own hands to provide the city with cheap labor, and the glass lamps and chiming clocks that flow out of Neverwinter and throughout Pheren are assembled by their calloused hands, but their salaries are not worth mentioning compared to the huge profits made by the merchants.

And because a gang of thieves has wandered to the neighborhood and the trade routes are threatened, the craftsmen and miners have been cut in their salaries - the bosses will not share with them if they make more money, but if they make less money, they will have their wages reduced, which is also a repertoire.

Under these circumstances, the leader of the Proletarian organization began a secret speech and organized the first strike on the continent of Feron.

And that's just the beginning.

In the following hundred years, Neverwinter completed voter self-government and legalized the untrustworthy...... A completely different force from what people usually know has finally stepped onto the stage of Faeron with a new attitude!

According to the records of the scribe who followed the leader, before the leader went on an expedition to the Wall of the Unbelieved, he once said in high spirits: "This red flag will be planted in every corner of the crystal wall system in the future!" ”

"I want to tell the whole world that it is not the pure souls on the walls who should tremble and suffer, but the gods who have stolen the power of this world!"

———— the end of the book————

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