Perhaps, this world is so helpless and even desperate. Salvation, or salvation, never belongs to the people here.

Thousands of attempts, over and over again. Grey, stale, and dilapidated, this is the world that sleeps in dead silence. This world is sad and melancholy, and the vast majority of life will eventually return to dust.

The pious pilgrims traveled thousands of miles toward the king's homeland, and the dragon's corpse fell to block their path. Dead trees burning with fire, decaying and gloomy villages roaming with mindless undead creatures, chasing corrupted sacred trees, corrupted beliefs can never be redeemed.

The path of original sin, the path of despair for all the living, the worship of the secluded clergy degenerates into filthy monsters that suck human flesh and blood. How many bones are buried on this road, and how many unjust souls are groaning on this road.

A fortress soaked in rancid stench, muddy, filthy, and full of toxins, but what could be a more glorious mission than becoming a Wolf Blood Oath, fighting the abyss to the end of the world? Even if they are destined not to be understood, they are destined to turn into a burning fire.

The ancient and sprawling catacombs are buried with the ambitions of the overlord. From there, you can lead to a dreamlike world of ice and snow, and then find the monster that is trying to devour the gods and escape the flames. Or head to the burning lakes to find the power of chaos and giant demons.

Discover the path to sinful karma, the underground capital burned by the flames of sinful karma. The surviving and strange cultists guarded the flames, leaving only a giant to guard the solitude.

Looking at the dragon mountain range in the distance, it was slowly carried away by the illusion that was getting closer and closer in front of him. It was the territory of the ancient dragons, but only the descendants of those strange shapes were left to stay and guard. The nameless king rode the storm dragon and held thunderbolts, is he a shameful betrayer, or a defender of justice? It doesn't matter anymore, in the end they will all disperse with the dust of the Ancient Dragon's Peak.

The royal city, where there is a way to the future, or to the past. The demon king, he is a loser, and after following the footsteps of the white dragon, he lost everything. In the dark world, there was no bell to recall, and the belated hero silently watched something with a gun and halberd.

The royal city, where there are princes who refuse to serve, and there are no angels in the empty cages. Armor of action, tainted dragons, and knights of living corpses, they garrison cities that will not fall for thousands of years.

But in the end, there will be no one left.

……

Coming here by accident from some unknown normal world, Oran even remembered the strange self of that strange world. The people there live in an orderly steel jungle, and it doesn't seem to take much determination or courage to survive.

The vast majority of humanity will die in an extremely old state, and it does not seem like a luxury to live here, and there are already too many of them to fill every corner of the blue planet.

Humans have no natural predators, and use fire, thunder, water, and the power of the sky and the earth unscrupulously. Maybe it's because there aren't any gods in control of their fate, or maybe they're gods.

There are no powerful ancient dragons here, and they don't need to live beneath the surface; There are no proud gods here, they can live wherever they want. But human beings can always start endless battles because of their own desires and ambitions, and then send their fellow citizens to hell with their own hands.

The difference is that for the humans of the two worlds, it is a perfect fit for their characteristics as the same race, no matter when and where.

Oran couldn't imagine that the man sitting at the chair at the table, staring at the texture of the "electricity", would be his predecessor. He didn't need to hunt animals in the dangerous jungle with a bow and sword, he didn't need to personally make those who deceived and hurt him pay the price of blood, and he didn't need to toil to think about what to eat next.

He lived too easily like many of his kind, agonizing and bothering over simple things, unaware of the fact that they were living in this wonderful, almost heavenly world.

Here he cries out about the mockery of fate, the injustice of the world, the blindness of the gods, and the fact that he has no worries about being tied up and burned by fanatical believers.

Even if there were, they were too far away from Oran's predecessor, as if he heard about the death of his kind every day, and he could still sleep until noon and wake up after eating and drinking. What does it matter? It's just that those people are unlucky, and at most they only mourn for them for three seconds.

Is this the punishment? From the invisible and untouchable god, he fell from such a comfortable life to the current world that is about to be destroyed, a world where even the slightest wind can kill people.

Oran was extremely reluctant to admit that the man was him, and in the words of that world, he lived as meaninglessly as a salted fish that had not yet been dried. Anyway, Oran now has a dream, which is to buy a house in the town of Odingenanam.

If the person who made Orlan into that world had to live with those strange debts from birth to death, he was not willing to do so.

At least he had that hope of buying a house in Ottingen-South Oran, and if it hadn't been for the accident, he might have achieved that dream by now. And that world, I am afraid that Orlan will not be able to buy a 100-square-meter residence until he dies of old age.

It seems a little scary to think about, because almost the whole world is like this, and the "truth" seems to be in the hands of only a few, and almost all of them live in a way.

Maybe it's not easy to live well in that world, and Orlan is starting to pity his predecessor a little. That guy can barely do what he loves, let alone live for what he loves.

At least when he's not happy here, Orlan can take his favorite bow and sword to trouble the big brown bears.

There is freedom there, and there are shackles that besiege them. It's free, too, but there's something they have to rebel against.

They both have the necessity of existence, the reason to keep working hard and enthusiastically, and all the things they have in common.

Maybe Oran at this moment can be considered complete.

Well, even though the world is about to end now, Orlan doesn't want to see it happen.

He is special and unique, whether it is one or two, there are always people who need him, and there are always people who are worthy of his struggle waiting for him.

He's been stuck in his memory for too long, and it's time to go back.