"Phew-drink-whew...... Ahem. ”

Awakened from a suffocating nightmare, he gasped for breath to fill his lungs with fresh air...... But it felt bad, and it didn't get any better.

It was as if a boulder had pressed against his chest, and his eyes widened suddenly, and indeed he was now lying under a boulder. It was terrible, did he lie like this all night, or for how long? The whole lower body has no instincts.

Oh, that's lucky, I guess the internal organs and lower half of his body have turned into minced meat, and he hasn't even died! Miraculously survived, without even feeling much pain.

Well, at least something has to be done. Looking around, there was a black hole, but with a small amount of moonlight coming in through the gap overhead, I could see something clearly.

His hands could still move, but he lifted his upper body and struggled to pestle the boulder, trying to make it roll off his body. It's ridiculous, after all, this boulder is surprisingly big. If there was one person by his side now, he would definitely be told to give up, such a large rock could not be moved by a few people or a dozen people.

But he didn't want to lie there and die, he felt that he had to do something and couldn't lie here any longer, because he saw that his ugly, withered arms were moldy.

"Ah——!h I really don't know where he got the strength, could it be that this half of his body that hasn't rotted yet can burst out with such great power? Click-click, his palm even sank into the stone, followed by the dust around him, and fine stones rolling in.

Boom ——! Apparently he succeeded, and he succeeded in pushing the boulder off his body, but the more serious problem was that there was a violent landslide, and more rocks and dirt buried him tightly in the cave.

After a few more days, the earth at the mouth of the cavern, which was almost filled with rubble, began to loosen...... Bang! It was a hand that broke through the ground, followed by a second.

It took him a whole day to finally dig himself out of the dirt.

But what is even happier is that his lower body is still there, and it is not as ugly as imagined, and it is still connected.

Well, he's out, he's out! So what to do now? Come to think of it, he ...... Who is it?

He barely remembered anything, and he didn't even know what his name was. I don't know where I'm coming from, and I don't know where I'm going. Where was this, what the hell was he doing to be crushed under that damn stone?

The cold wind raged on the desolate land, and the snowflakes that began to fall from the sky slowly fell on top of his head, on his shoulders, and on the surface of his dry skin. He propped himself up with his hands and tried to look as far as he could, but everywhere there was gray, snow-covered places.

Doesn't he want to stay here, stay here and watch the snowflakes? But now he can only drag himself with his hands, so what are you waiting for, let's move first.

That's it, no goal, no direction, not even knowing why. He dragged himself slowly through the snow, and behind him was a long trail he had left behind......

He thinks a lot these days, such as why he hasn't died yet, why he doesn't even need to eat or drink, and he doesn't even feel any cold. Probably because his breath was cold.

In addition, he probably knew that he seemed to be a knight. Although there is no specific description of the word knight, he probably thinks that he is wearing armor and holding a sword.

So, he really needs a pair of armor and a sword now, no why, he just thinks that if he is a knight, then he should look like a knight. Give yourself a goal and keep yourself going, or he feels like he's going to rot after all. While he's still sober.

I didn't see any humanoid creatures, nor anything that could move, let alone meet a person or anything. He was so bored that he was going crazy, and it seemed like the whole world was left crawling alone.

Perhaps it was the gods who heard his prayers, then looked at him pitifully and finally gave him what he wanted. What did he see! He saw a long sword stuck there, motionless. It was such a surprise that he couldn't help but speed up his hands and feet. Yes, a few days ago he found that his legs were supplied and he could move.

Although he couldn't get him to stand up yet, he did feel his body recovering, which was amazing, wasn't it?

He stroked the sword with both hands in ecstasy, and then greedily admired the god-like treasure! There was only a small amount of rust on the blade, and the wood on the hilt hadn't even rotted, probably because it was too cold. But does that mean that anyone has been here recently?

A thought occurred to him, and he saw him leaning on the hilt of his sword and leaving the ground. Then the knees of both legs pressed against the ground, and it felt good. But he didn't want to go down on his knees, and then he staggered to his feet, swaying like a newborn baby, and the soles of his feet didn't seem to be able to straighten his legs.

……

Ice fields, wilderness, scarce trees, and damn the sky that never clears. I saw a naked "corpse", carrying a long sword in his hand, walking aimlessly on the ground, unhurried, like a clockwork puppet.

Until he finally saw the guy standing!

"Are you ......?" He was a little excited, this turned out to be a living guy, a knight? Dressed in armor and holding a sword in his hand! He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse like a broken blower.

"I'm Ted, I'm back, heheheha! I told you I was immortal, and I'd find you, silver-haired boy! I'm going to tear you to pieces and haha! ”

But the man was talking to himself like a madman, and he wasn't even sure if the man had answered him. But he at least knew that this "kind" was called Ted, didn't he?

Wait, this guy said "silver-haired boy", huh...... It seems to be a little impressive, but I can't remember it, so I should ask what it means.

"Huh? You are not him, who are you? Say it! Or I'll kill you!" "The neurotic knight in armor and with a sword approached step by step.

The word "neurotic knight" somehow popped into his head, is this a neurosis? Just when he was in a trance, the long sword in this man's hand actually slashed over.

Boast! As if a conditioned reflex, he subconsciously raised his sword to block the opponent's attack.

"Stop! Why are you attacking me? "He's a little angry, this knight is a madman!

"Tell me! Who are you? ”

"I ...... I am, I'm Oscar, my name is Oscar! He suddenly remembered a name engraved on the sword, and although he knew it didn't belong to him, he replied anyway.