"Numu, your sheep have run away!"

The shouts of the villagers from the distant hillside woke Numu from the chaos.

He replied hurriedly, and then hurried toward the hillside a few miles away.

The whole mountain is his family's pasture, but sometimes the animals don't think so......

In their ignorant wild consciousness, all the young leaves they can see are their food.

Therefore, the appearance of fences is logical.

But sometimes, there are always some guys who don't go off the beaten path......

Num galloped to catch the sheep that had fled from the pasture, bleating in discontent.

But for Numu, whose beastly blood was running through his body, his resistance was meaningless.

Even later, Numu never understood his father.

After all, the love affair between humans and orcs has always been extraordinarily faltering.

However, after occasionally hearing his mother's drunken words, Numu had some understanding of his father's silence.

After throwing the sheep back to pasture, Numu continued to find a hill to sit down.

It is the early spring of 2119 A.D., and the frenzy of magic has brought about a subversive change in civilization.

But in these remote corners, time always seems to pass a little slowly.

Of course, Numu has also seen the heroic appearance of those legendary heroes on his personal terminal.

They have taken traces of civilization to more distant worlds and rendered them in fiery red.

But that's something that is incredibly far away for Num, and for beings like Num.

Just like a hundred years ago, people in the mountains watched the rich show their extravagant and lascivious lives in the information age.

It was like a mirage full of colorful temptations, and it seemed as far away from the life full of sweat and mud as if it were another world.

The changes of the times may be impermanent, but the dazzling and brilliant life always belongs to a small number of existences.

For Nu Mu, he is just an inconspicuous one among the many beings.

Of course, he had dreams that were different, but they gradually died out in the morning mist of the mountains.

He knew that he was like countless pieces of grit on the beach, even if it was washed away by the sea.

After all, it is not a brilliant diamond that cannot sparkle in the sun......

Num never imagined that he could be part of a legendary experience.

But sometimes, fate is impermanent......

Num knew that it would not be long before a group of adventurers from the city would pass by.

They were going to find out the coordinates of a space that had recently appeared here, and then he would meet them by chance.

Then, they were sucked in by the suddenly expanding spatial coordinates......

And then what happened......

"Stop! Stop thinking! ”

Just as Num was about to recall his dreamlike experience, a frightened cry rang out in his head.

Numu suddenly became a wit, and he knew whose voice it was:

It was in that spatial coordinate that they found an ancient altar.

They touched a mechanism, and the altar collapsed completely, and an evil god was unsealed!

And that voice began with that evil deity!

"Enough! If you think about it any longer, you'll only get the attention of 'it', and then we'll all have to die here! ”

The voice roared with suppressed rage, and Num could feel its fear.

And with the low roar of that voice, Numu could feel some kind of tingling in his head.

It was not suppressed by the other side, but seemed to be an instinctive feedback.

It was a warning of danger and death!

"You think you're really back in time?"

The voice finally stopped remembering, and it began to speak slowly.

Num could realize that there was something sarcastic about the voice's words

"No, it's just a backtracking from another tributary of time......"

"If you can't understand this, you're at a fork in the road all the time, and the 'memory' you get is the product of you suddenly seeing a part of the information on one of the forks in the road......"

"No one can defy time – unless it wants to abandon the fate of death......"

The voice continued, and it began to introduce itself.

It was a deity, as Numu knew.

Or rather, it used to be......

Now, it has lost its priesthood, and even believers are gradually forgetting about it.

And under the influence of the seal, it has even forgotten its god name.

In the tributaries of time, Num and a team of adventurers awaken it from the seal.

But because of the power attached to the seal, the group of adventurers was completely wiped out along with Numu.

All that left was it to force its way through the remnants of the memories of the Angry in that tributary of time, and to the main timeline.

Num felt like his mind was wooden, and he didn't know if he should trust the voice in his head.

But needless to say, he began to come into contact with some kind of unusual fate.

Danger and opportunity, everything made this mixed-race young man a little confused......

He hesitated for a moment, then just as he was about to ask for more information from the voice.

It dawned on him that he didn't know what to call it:

"So, what shall I call you now?"

Numu asked.

"I lost my honor, I lost my priesthood, I lost everything ......"

"Call me 'Zong'......"

Zong was silent for a moment before replying.

"I know what you want to ask, but I can't tell you ......"

Then, after a pause, he said.

"You have to know that there are things, some concepts, that are endowed with the power of the divine or the fearful."

"Even just thinking about it is like blasphemy, bringing pain and calamity."

"Curiosity is the source of progress, but I know you don't have the qualifications to be a mage."

Listening to what Zong meant, Nu Mu frowned.

He hadn't thought much about it, though, that he could become a powerful mage.

However, he was defined by a guy who was at least not so weak, and he did not have the qualifications of a mage.

Obviously, this is not such a wonderful delusion.

Numu thought it was a bit bad, but he realized it too.

After all, the orc bloodline does seem to have some disobedience to the spell......

"But you can think about why you know the concept of gods, but there are no gods in your world......"

Nu Mu could feel that when he said this, Zong's voice was filled with some subtle emotion.

"Perhaps...... Are they in another corner of the world? ”

Numu said thoughtfully.

"Another corner - maybe a good way to put it......"

"Yes, they are all in the astral realm of this world—because they are all dead!"

Nu Mu felt that Zong's voice trembled suddenly.

It seems to be in fear......