He suddenly remembered that after the trial space was split in two by Lancelot, the other party was silently telling him something, but there seemed to be a barrier between the two, and he couldn't hear anything.

and the last dream before leaving the Wind Firmament, the warrior who wrote on the ground after breaking through captivity......

He wasn't sure if it was the words "forever", but there was always a subconscious that drove him to think in that direction.

"What, why didn't you tell me in the first place?"

"Why do you have to think you're great in this way?"

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you if you have a good intention?"

was "killed by his last words" again, and Anthony was like this last time, without giving himself the slightest chance to refute.

He was inexplicably panicked, as if he was accumulating a ball of anger and had nowhere to vent.

So the heavens seemed to hear his thoughts, and a terrible coolness poured in.

……

From the outside, the dim leaves suddenly lit up with tadpoles, just like the lights in the dark attract mosquitoes, and these delicious-looking lights attract the surrounding spirits like bait.

Finally, one of the strongest-looking creatures came closer, its pale blue body almost condensed into substance, and its miserable face was also somewhat real, and it was faintly visible its facial features and especially huge eyes, let's call it big eyes.

The big-eyed balls approached viciously, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to stretch out their transparent right paw and press it against the leaves.

The surrounding resentful spirits held their breath, as if expecting a miracle to happen.

However, nothing happened, and the big-eyed paws poked straight into the leaves, ignoring them.

"Scares?"

After it let out a question, as if it did not believe in evil, its whole body leaned in.

"Hiss!"

The surrounding spirits screamed, but there was no response.

The big eyeball was gone, and everyone thought that something had happened to it, and they couldn't help but float back a few steps together.

At this moment, the glowing leaves suddenly emitted a majestic suction, and for a while, the wind was fierce, and the dry branches of the ghost wood trembled, and all the resentful spirits around were sucked in, along with the surging elements in the air.

It's like after a storm, and the surroundings are in shambles.

……

Mu Yan felt a trace of coldness crawling up his back, and immediately turned around.

"Damn—"

He saw two big eyeballs glaring at him in the same horror, the other party's face was pale, and the translucent skin glowed blue, which was really terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that the next second later, it went straight into its own body, like a trace of light smoke, and it disappeared.

He felt his soul solidify slightly, and then a violent consciousness flooded into his mind. It seems to be the resentment of a drowning man, with a mood full of despair and sadness.

And that's not all, and then suddenly a steady stream of souls gathered, and he felt like a king-sized vacuum cleaner, and his body was a transparent glass jar, which gradually became colorful as the contents increased.

Then came the more violent, chaotic thoughts, in which some died of famine, some of whom died of poisoning, some of whom died of cold, and some of whom died of war.

He felt like a staff member of the Netherworld, with countless monitors in front of him showing a variety of ways to die, and then he scribbled on a piece of paper with a row of large letters—"A summary of the hottest ways to die this quarter."

Although their misfortunes are different, their reluctance and despair are the same.

The negativity mixed together and pounded into his brain, like a stick reaching into a pool of water and stirring, trying to lift the mud from the bottom of the water, making his emotions as muddy as they were.

However, Mu Yan was always unfazed, even if those voices were crying and screaming in his ears, and even forming countless illusions, they couldn't interfere with him in the slightest.

The so-called illusion is nothing more than being robbed of his status as a legendary scholar and completely reduced to a waste, or slumped in a hospital bed, coldly facing the long guns and cannons and dazzling magnesium lights that crowd the ward, the pointing and pointing of the people around him, the overwhelming alternative reports, or the many crises experienced after coming to Lokan......

It's too fake, it's all too fake, and after experiencing it once, you won't be afraid anymore. As Nietzsche said in "The Twilight of the Idols", what doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

He felt like a pine standing on the top of a mountain, letting the whistling mountain wind wash away, his body became more and more solid, and the mottled color slowly faded and gradually became pure.

At the same time, the words on the golden leaves poured in with the light, composing his body little by little.

However, five minutes later, just when Mu Yan thought he had regained his life, even greater trouble came.

The emotions of those resentful souls were digested by him, but the memories of their lives were like rushing rivers, moving forward.

Like the immobile Jinsong, a giant bear with its ass twisting and dancing suddenly appeared, the trunk of the tree let out an overwhelmed moan, and the thin body, no matter how strong it was, could not violate the laws of physics, and it was about to bend. It was as if he saw Newton sitting on the coffin board staring at him viciously, a brightly colored apple in his hand tossed up and down.

"I'm staring at you! Don't try to hold my coffin board. ”

The other party seems to be saying so.

Just when he was about to lose his nerve and be overwhelmed by the tide of mixed memories, a familiar voice came.

The lingua franca with a slight Salin accent is frivolous and annoying, and it doesn't sound good even now.

"Insufficient host memory detected, data about to overflow, secondary database start......

"Please enter the correct password to complete the authorization, prompt: Know the son Mo Ruo Father."

"Bastard!"

Mu Yan gritted his teeth with hatred, he found that even if he didn't answer, the huge memory was diverted partly, and the pressure dropped sharply, and he didn't understand who was joking with him.

"Ding! The instructions are correct, the authorization has been completed, do you want to rename the secondary database?"

"Current Name: Father's Infant Training Wheel System"

"Hint: There will be a surprise if the name is correct~"

He couldn't help laughing, this is simply a question to be given.

"Shamu."

"Ding! Naming complete, current repository name: Shamu."

After the chime, all the memories that had weighed him down faded, and his brain returned to calm.

"Data collection is complete, screening and classification is underway......

Hearing this, Mu Yan couldn't help but be a little curious.

"What is a 'secondary library'? Is there any difference with the system? ”

"The system has collapsed, leaving no trace. The difference between the two is too large to be comparable. The database only provides functions for storing data, analyzing data, and calling data."

"Why is there a database? What about the surprise that the guy said was for me? He asked again.

"Heru is completely different from Lokan, this is not even the world created by Mia, the two are related but not clear, so the host needs to reconstruct the perception of the new world."

"The keyword 'surprise' was detected, and the ...... was called."

Mu Yan couldn't help but be slightly stunned, what kind of thing is this, still need to be called?

"Ahem, the last time I debugged, this time the sound can't survive anymore, I'll ...... Great, it worked! ”

Huh? The cold voice suddenly became lively.

"Mu Yan, listen to me, you must have finished reading my sensational letter, don't be frightened by the cold temperament between the words, that's not me, I was born from your character, so this is me.

"To make a long story short, what Lancelot's predecessors told you about Heru and the 'War of the Century', except for the 'Dark Abyss' and the composition of the world, are all made up, we basically don't know anything about Heru, except for the information he got during his pseudonym Ward, there is nothing here, this is always a forbidden area for the living, when your soul enters Heru, its irrepressible light will cause a lot of trouble, and it will take a lot of ' The Native Spirits' come to neutralize, and the Elemental Storm that forms when they condense their flesh will also attract many strange creatures, because if nothing else, you will descend on the 'Valley of Spirits' in Hosdi, the famous gathering place of Hru's Spirits.

"Since you can hear this, it means that you have withstood the negative emotional attack, okay boy, you have improved a lot."

This son of a bitch...... Mu Yan couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"Then I would like to introduce this database, which I formed by stripping out my own memories, and I tried to give it some similar functions as the system, such as monitoring your body, digitizing attributes, etc., but those are too difficult, and I can't even do storage. Therefore, it can only do simple data storage, analysis and invocation, and at the same time, it contains a lot of knowledge that I gained from the background when I was controlling the system, such as the current permission allocation of Lokan, complete prophecy, etc., which belongs to the content carried by every system in the backup world. You can use it as a light brain computer with its own initial content.

"That's all, may you have a good time in Heru."

"Oh, by the way, I sent Amather over too, and you'll be responsible for him when you find him."

"Finally, if you still hate me, rename this system 'Bastard'."

Then the sound faded and the surrounding light dimmed.

After sitting quietly in the dark for a long time, as if digesting these contents, Mu Yan raised his hand and saw that his skin was as smooth and delicate as a newborn, pale and a little sickly.

He stood up, pushed away the depleted leaves and dried up, and found himself naked under the dim sky.

There was silence all around, as if swept away by a hurricane, and the surging elements in the air made him want to let out a moan.

"Bastard, thank you."

He whispered to the air.