When he swung his sword at the black-clad swordsman, Green knew he was done.

He had stabbed this opponent with a perfect sword countless times, but even at the beginning, it was at level fifty-eight—after an awakening. And now, he has just broken through the first-order power, and as long as the person in front of him raises his hand, he will die without a place to be buried.

But he did it anyway, and he did it without hesitation.

In fact, if he were faced with a hideous demon or a man-eating monster with a blue face and fangs, he might not have the courage to send him to his death—but he had died so many times at the hands of the black-clad swordsman that he was so numb that he could attack the black-clad swordsman without fear even if he traveled to a real world. He couldn't remember how much he had contributed to the Resurrection Temple in following the miracle, but much later, before he died, he was surprised to see the helpless, or annoyed, look in the Blackwing Swordsman's eyes.

So it's like an ordinary day in the monotonous game life of half a year, sprinting, slashing, and dying.

Isn't that simple?

It's much easier than saving the world and changing your fate.

Green felt a sense of relief.

Finally, there is no need to rack your brains to do something, let go of a qiē, and there is no way to talk about blindness.

He remembered his life in his previous life, and once saw some netizens discussing time-traveling novels on a certain forum. At the beginning, everyone was envious of the protagonists who killed the Quartet with their experience, and he was one of them for a time, but later, some "strange" people appeared. They analyze the reasons for the success of each protagonist and try to apply the template to other characters, but come to the conclusion that "not everyone who travels through memories can become heroes".

Even being a bear is a luxury.

It was only at this moment that Green fully accepted the words.

How wonderful it is to say, a chance to regain a new life, a choice to manipulate one's own destiny. But even with the experience of the previous life, after crossing into a completely different strange world, there are too many things to do, and there are too many things to do.

"I failed."

Green slashed it down, but his heart was calm.

He thought about many things, such as that after his death, the boy named Greenfield would really die, and history would once again return to its trajectory, and for example, the impact he was currently having on the world, whether it would affect the war between black and white, and so on.

But most of all, he felt very sorry, because he didn't wake up until the moment he wished he was dead.

It was a conversation he had never thought of, even if it was just a dream.

Green's great sword had just been raised, and the painful vision that appeared in front of him had not completely disappeared, but at that moment, he seemed to hear a loud voice speaking to him in the depths of his heart.

"You're very upset with yourself."

Cough...... Precisely.

"But I think you've come a long way compared to the years of inactivity."

Well, thanks to the compliment.

"But I'm still going to say, look back on this month and see what you've done?"

Well, I killed a few skeletons, found the little fox, then fell to Nigon, met a few dungeon creatures, killed two pretenders, crawled out of the underworld and found Sandru, in order to stop his plot from White Rock City to Deadwood City to Charcha Harbor, and finally to the Kingdom of Tania...... Fuck, I ran the entire Cabez continent for half a lap!?

"And what about your goals? Why are you here? ”

My goal? Well, I think the artifact Sandru brought to the Dark Lord is too threatening, so I want to stop this plan...... Okay, I failed, but that's not to blame, it's the inertia of history, no matter what I do, Sandru will eventually get the artifact components...... Well, I mean, probably.

"Why did you fail?"

I've said it's a historical correction, not to mention that the necromancer is so powerful, I can't handle it if I change the plan......

"Why did you fail?"

…… Okay, okay, because I'm too weak.

"Correct."

……

"You're running around like a headless fly, not knowing what you want, not knowing what you're going to do, just by chance you remember something and clinging to it, but forgetting what you need most at the moment, right?"

…… Yes, yes, you're right.

"You're not a savior."

Nonsense.

"At least not yet."

Waste...... Well?

"Whether it's wisdom or conspiracy, if you don't have such ability, don't try to start from here, honestly develop yourself, and naturally advance like a pig and ignore the rules. But you have to remember that no one has forced you to do anything, and no one knows what you are doing. Whether you succeed or fail, you just want peace of mind. Don't forget, your soul doesn't belong in this world. ”

"My soul is."

You? Who are you?

"Concentrate, now, make a decision."

…… Well?

"Are you going to continue this game of chess with the wrong move?"

No...... No, this qiē is meaningless, I am already disheartened, rather than lingering, it is better to tear it down and start over.

"But you're back to where you started, unless you want to die."

Then let's die, it's not the first time anyway, at least I'm dead, and this world won't exist for me.

“…… Sophism. ”

Well, I'm going to die anyway, so be as happy as I am.

"Hmph, what a guy with a weak mind, it's obviously just a failure, a waste."

But you know, I'm not one of those heroes, I'm just a little otaku, I can't withstand the blow, such a failure...... For me, it's a total rejection of a new life.

"Don't forget, even though you seem to have made a mistake, it was all your decision, do you want to deny yourself?"

"Fool, facing life is the truth!"

"It's not a game!"

I know I know, what to shout, of course I know...... But death is a good thing, and it's a hundred.

“…… Hmph, self-depraved guy. ”

I didn't throw myself into the devil Haikusu! I was just...... I know how to give up.

"Don't laugh off your big teeth, is it to give up to throw away your life so self-righteously? Have you ever wondered what a huge impact Greenfield could have on the world if he lived and grew up? ”

That's—that's just your assumption......

"Yes, but what if it's true? You keep saying that you know how to give up, so should you give up your temporary cowardice and live strong for the countless creatures that need you? ”

"You can be miserable, you can be depressed, but you can't regret it, no matter what path you choose, you have to go on."

"Because this is giving up, giving up your luck, giving up your back road."

"Only by moving forward can we see the end."

……

The conversation was only between flashes, but Green clearly remembered that it was a long time of hesitation.

You're right.

That's a heavy recognition, at least that's what Green thinks.

"It's not too stupid."

But I don't have a chance anymore.

"Not necessarily—"

Green remembered that the loud voice stopped here, and the next moment, his gaze happened to fall on his hands, and the sharp sword had been swung in front of the black-clothed swordsman at some point, but the other party was obviously motionless, but the blade of the sword was like stuck in an invisible barrier, and it was difficult to advance a bit.

Damn, it's murderous defense!

Green's face changed, the conversation just now occupied almost the entire brain, and his body just continued to act according to inertia, but it lacked Green's experience in a hundred battles!

An indifferent look swept over Green's face, then a slightly furrowed brow, and finally a slight hand-

"I don't know."

The next moment, the big sword in the young man's hand shattered, and he watched his body move away from the ground, the sharp shards cut through his body, and the pain instantly swept through his brain, making his nerves tremble.

"What a pity...... I'm just finding my way......"

Green looked at the blue sky, and a blazing sun was facing him.

Didn't that voice say something that wasn't necessary?

He closed his eyes.

I don't think I'll survive.

"What a shame......"

The Realm of the Distant Mountains -

It's an invisible valley nestled among unheard clouds, crisscrossed not by an idyllic fairyland, but by a static emerald windswept stacked on top of each other. In this world that subverts common sense, every storm seems to be perpetually constant, but the slightest closer, the sharp edge like a knife will burst out with traces of life, carving deep scars on the bodies of the daring.

This is the Wind Elemental Plane, the highest and unfathomable law realm of the four elemental planes.

However, even if it is dangerous, there is still a unique figure walking in this valley at this moment. In the midst of the roaring mountains, an old man in a white robe was slowly walking up the invisible steps, holding a white and transparent staff, as if he didn't care that the laurel wreath on his head was blown away by the strong wind, and occasionally provoked the attack of the gale, but he could only penetrate through the opponent's body, as if the other party was just an undead phantom.

And the world knows that this old man is the worst enemy of the undead.

"Mortals, leave."

Countless voices contain countless languages, some as small as mosquitoes, some as thunder, but in the end they are slowly gathered into the words of the two imperial Chinese dialects, echoing in the ears of the old man over and over again.

But he just sighed helplessly.

"The wind of the garrison is chaotic, and it is rumored that you are seriously injured, and no one can imagine that this is just a moment of laziness on your part."

He waved his hand, and even without the power of his staff, the irritating sound vanished.

As if in response to his words, there was a soft sound in the countless winds. It was a male voice, low, but full of majesty.

"See you again, Lightening."

The old man hurriedly stopped, although his beard was already white, and his status was so noble that even the emperor himself had to bow down to salute, but in front of this voice, he gave the most respectful courtesy like a young man seeing his ancestors, and there was not even the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Zeus."

The manic wind subsided, and hung like a green pendant in the valley.

"It's been a long time since you've been here, what's the bad news for me this time?"

The old man's expression was a little solemn.

"I've observed the migration of the Destiny node—"

"That's what Alice and the little girl are worried about."

The old man's words were interrupted by a magnificent voice, and the contents were all the more surprising, if the world knew that the goddess who was in charge of fate and prophecy was only a little girl in its mouth, it would not know how to feel.

But the old man didn't have any dissatisfaction, he just continued: "Exactly, but I also saw a line of mottling on the seal paint of the Third Realm. ”

"What do you want to express."

This time, the old man showed a little worry, "Lord Zeus, I think you should be able to understand what I mean, but ......"

Before he finished speaking, the old man was suddenly stunned, and then his face changed greatly. As if to set off his expression, the wind that had just stood still suddenly roared in unison.

"Lord Zeus!"

After a moment of silence, the voice spoke again.

"You guessed it right, it's indeed Jara's power, but don't worry, it's the fluctuation of order that just broke the invisible barrier, and ...... I felt the breath of an old friend. ”

Friend?

The old man looked at the chaotic sky in bewilderment, as if he wanted to see the expression of the person who spoke.

But he was doomed to disappointment.

"Needless to say, Lightnin," the voice said calmly, "you just have to focus on your duty, you remember. ”

"The future, back—"