The blazing sun scorched the earth, but it did not affect the people in the circular square.

They wiped the sweat from their faces and stared at the fierce battle in front of them.

There are no spectators other than warriors in the sacred arena, they are either chosen to come here or set off on their own to get a certain identity, train themselves, defeat their opponents, or be defeated by their opponents.

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you looking?"

A strong man in animal skin and soft armor was half-short, guarding all around. Suddenly I heard a joking voice, and I raised my head and looked up.

On the old stone pillar, a young man raised his arm and pointed his index finger upright to the sky.

"Eat me, accumulate corpse gas—"

"Ahem!"

The old man who was watching the battle suddenly coughed, and the young man's excited expression immediately froze, and he reluctantly lowered his arm and jumped off the stone pillar.

"Hehe," said the strong man on the ground, although he didn't understand why his opponent gave up the attack, but such a good opportunity could not be easily missed.

Before the opponent could land, he rushed towards the opponent.

The light flashed, and the boy fell behind the strong man.

"Tsk, even if you don't use that trick, you're no match for me, scum."

The boy shook his shoulders, soothing his sore muscles,

"I'm sorry, I won this battle."

In the next second, the strong man fell down like a puppet that had lost the control of the silk thread.

Unexpectedly, no one in the square made a sound of celebration or gave praise and encouragement, but instead watched indifferently as the young man walked towards the old man in the stands, turning his head from time to time and letting out a disdainful snort.

They don't recognize his victory, even though he has superior strength.

"Teacher, according to the agreement, I will receive the winner's prize."

Of course, the young man noticed the reaction of the people around him, but he didn't care, and pouted and said to the old man.

"I'd love to say you're doing a good job, but why can't you pay attention to the way you fight?"

The old man sighed, then lowered his voice and said,

"You should know very well what the consequences of the power of corpse qi will act on human beings, right?!"

"But he wants to fight for what belongs to me, so isn't it normal to be prepared to die?"

The boy snorted and said.

The old man shook his head, knowing that he couldn't persuade the other party, so he said.

"Forget it, the battle is over, it's time for you to take it."

The old man turned sideways and let go of the things behind him.

It was a golden cube of solid metal, delicately carved on all six sides, emitting a soft, warm light like the sun.

The young man couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to touch it, but was stopped by the old man.

Looking at the arm that was being grabbed by the teacher, he raised his head and handed over a questioning look.

"Dies, you have to remember.

When you are qualified to use it, you are no longer an ordinary warrior, and you cannot wear it for selfish desires.

You are the chosen man, and you will ...... later To protect ...... And fighting!. ”

Severe pain hit, and Dees couldn't hear a few important characters in the old man's mouth, so he sat up and pressed his head.

Cold sweat left along the corners of his forehead, and Dis, who came back to his senses, looked left and right, only to find that he was sitting on a soft bed,

The large and luxurious room was now in a mess.

Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, empty bottles were piled up on the table, and greasy food was cold, rotten, and smelled in the corners of the floor and walls.

By the way, this is my room. Dees covered his forehead lightly, I just had a dream...... What the hell is going on?

Have I ever been to that place?

Dess was full of doubts, he was able to recall his life very clearly, and made sure that he had never set foot in the field of his dreams.

But those battles, those words, were so familiar, so familiar that it seemed as if they had actually happened.

Especially the box, he always felt like he had opened it, and then ...... He got something very important.

Dice stretched out his hand, only to see that the thick knuckles were a little blurred, he shook his head fiercely, and when he looked again, he realized that nothing had changed.

Perhaps I was too tired, Diese got out of bed, grabbed a bottle of unfinished red wine from the table, and poured himself a few sips.

The cold liquor finally made him feel better.

He walked to the window and opened the curtain slightly, it was still gloomy outside, dull and lifeless.

"Phew, after such a long time, it's time to go and see him."

- On the canvas, a man leans against a wall, pulls back the curtain and looks out the window.

The white-haired old man looked at his work with satisfaction and put away his brush.

"Did you finally notice something?"

He muttered,

Unfortunately, it's still a little late.

He turned and lit the candle, and the dark room suddenly lit up.

It is a spacious studio with a space of nearly 100 square meters, and dozens of paintings of various sizes are placed inside.

After the old man packed up his new work, he walked to the painting area on the other side.

There, there's something else.

Along the way forward, the first painting depicts a rugged mountain road, a young girl resting tiredly against a tree trunk, and a young man standing by his side, handing her the kettle in his hand with a helpless expression.

In the second painting, under the pouring rain and the muddy mountain road, the man carries the girl on his back and marches upward, while the girl holds a small umbrella to block the falling raindrops.

In the third painting, in the night, the two sit opposite each other, with some game roasting on a bonfire in the center. The man seemed to be describing something, but it was clear that the girl was not very interested, just staring at the food in a daze.

In the fourth painting, the girl who arrives on the high ground waves a handkerchief and instructs the man to carry something. In the distance, a small wooden house gradually took shape.

In the fifth painting, the gushing spring water brings out white steam, and the man stares at the tool in his hand in disbelief. Beside him, the girl looked surprised.

"It's a very fulfilling life."

The old man said with a smile, and following his line of sight, pictures were placed in front of him, recording the bits and pieces of the two.

"Three years on, there's not much time left. Let me see if you want to continue to indulge in your present life, or if you ......."

There was a knock on the door, and the old man frowned in displeasure and looked at the woman who had entered the room.

She has a delicate face, impeccable facial features, noble and elegant, wearing a long black dress, like a princess in the night, interpreting the beauty of silence.

"Do you have anything to do with me, Pandora?"