It had been three hours since Liszt woke up again, but Liszt couldn't figure out the situation. His mind was so confused that it was as difficult to think as if it were pinched, and it became extremely difficult to even recall his name, and finally, in a half-asleep, half-awake, Liszt fell into a coma again.

The fact is that Liszt's soul entered the body of a newborn baby, and the baby's brain and nervous system were not fully developed and could not support Liszt's adult thinking and recall, so Liszt could only stop thinking and recalling, and only quietly looked at the world with his own eyes.

It's a dangerous world, and Liszt knows it well. Although he couldn't think, he knew subconsciously that the burning skeletons, the sluggish and mutilated zombies, and the wandering ghosts could kill him. However, Liszt was not too anxious, because it was clear that his father in his life was also a powerful hunter, and the resurrections and monsters in the wilderness were unapproachable and killed, and the slightly trembling bowstring sound made the young Liszt feel reassured and expelled countless nightmares for him.

The young father was clearly not prepared to be a father, and although he was unstoppable in battle, he was at a loss to take care of his children. Although Liszt is very worry-free, never wets the bed and pees his pants, and will call himself when he is hungry, this young father really has no experience, and even makes a mess of holding the child, and if he is not careful, he will fall the young Liszt to the bottom. Liszt couldn't think, but as a young man, he felt that the world was really unfriendly and dangerous.

Fortunately, after Liszt was two years old, he could basically take care of himself in daily life, and he could also think normally, Liszt still felt that it was good to be taken care of like this, but with the recovery of his memory, he had more and more "hugging and falling" in his impression, and he had no choice but to endure this cruel "father's love", he broke free from his arms in his father's surprised gaze, and walked up, although he stumbled and stumbled, but still surprised his father- The other day, the young father was wondering whether to teach his youngest son to walk at the age of four or five!

Liszt, who had regained his ability to think, was a genius, and it took less than a year to learn everyday expressions and express himself simply. At this time, Liszt was also more and more frightened and shocked. At first, he thought that he had been reincarnated in medieval Europe, and that his father in this life was a hunter, and that the skeletal zombies he had seen before were nightmares from a coma as a child. But once his father took him to a bazaar to buy dry food, and he realized that he was wrong, and he was wrong. The market was not small, according to his father, it was part of a tribe of mages, the so-called mages, Liszt thought they were jugglers or religious people, until he saw a duel between mages, the thunder and fierce flames pierced his eyes, and the charred corpse of the loser made him understand the cruel nature of this world.

Since then, Liszt's father has rarely taken him to the mage tribe, and to buy some necessities is also to the towns where the commoners gather. Over time, Liszt also got used to this ordinary life, silently perceiving the difference in the world.

Coincidentally, Liszt's name in this life is also called Liszt, which was given to him by his father in this life, and even more coincidentally, Liszt's father in this life is called Li Yang, which is almost the same as his father's name in his previous life. However, the name of this world is slightly different, and most people in the town call his father "Yang" instead of Li Yang.

He and his father are different, and Liszt felt it early on, not only the oriental faces of their father and son, but also some living habits and details, and even their accents, which are also very different from the people in the town. Although most of the citizens are relatively friendly, the mayor of this town seems to be full of hostility and rejection towards their father and son. This made Liszt wonder what to say, and the right was that the mayor of the town was racist.

As Liszt grew older, he gradually came into contact with a lot of information about the world. The land beneath his feet belongs to the historic Kaigistan, located in the northwest of its old capital, Witz County, adjacent to the big city of Kurast, a small town on the edge of the jungle, and the pearl of the desert, Rugoin, across the shallow Twin Straits. Although the population is small, because of the excellent harbor and rich land, there is no shortage of traders and traders, and the people's life is quiet and harmonious.

Liszt settled in this land with his father Yang when he was four years old, and his father would usually go hunting or accept a bounty on thieves and robbers to support his family. Liszt and his father lived in a small wooden house at the very edge of the town, not far from the town center, surrounded by greenery, and the leisurely days soothed Liszt's long-tense nerves. Children of the same age were all playing around, and Liszt was unhurried to exercise his body, occasionally sneaking to the market to watch the teacher's performance.

"Hey! Little! Let me catch you again! A deep cry scared Liszt, who was stealing the master's divination, half to death, and Liszt immediately reacted and said helplessly: "It's you again, Uncle Hans, can you be quieter next time?" Also, I'm not a thief, and it's not your turn to catch me! ”

With a hearty laugh, Hans of the blacksmith shop came up in three or two steps, grabbed Liszt, who was only calf high and carried it on his shoulder. "Then you stinky boy tell me, who is going to arrest you? Also, your father seems to say that anyone can teach you a lesson if they see you wandering around the market, right? ”

Hearing Hans's ill-intentioned laughter, Liszt immediately confessed and did not hesitate: "Uncle Hans, I was wrong, you are really the strongest man in town, and Aunt Mary is the happiest only when she is with you!" As soon as he heard the name Marie, a string of love seemed to pop up in front of Hans's eyes, and his mouth couldn't help but grin. Hahaha, you're still the smartest little ghost, and it's not in vain that I've covered you for so many years! Good performance, I'm satisfied, hahahahaha! With that, Hans threw Liszt to the ground and strode back. Liszt rubbed his buttocks, his heart full of helplessness. Hans was the only blacksmith in the town and a good friend of his father, who helped make all his arrows and traps. Although this blacksmith is highly skilled, he is like a child, he does everything with a big grin, full of childishness, perhaps, only Aunt Mary, who is opposite the door of the blacksmith's shop, can make this heartless blacksmith a little more restrained.

After a commotion, the mage's divination was over, and Liszt had no choice but to go home, but just as he was about to turn back, an old voice stopped him: "Little friend, don't be in a hurry, come here." ”

As soon as Liszt turned around, he found that it was the mage who had just finished divination and spoke, he was secretly surprised, this mage was always mysterious, except for divination, he never spoke to anyone else, and his father also told him to stay away from the mage, but the voice of this mage made Liszt seem to be fascinated, and he was completely unable to resist his order, while the other people around him seemed to see nothing, and walked through the streets as usual.

Liszt's heart was full of despair, and he knew that he would listen to his father, who was the most valuable in this world full of dangers. Liszt Khan rained down and walked into the mage's tent step by step. To Liszt's surprise, the small tent was particularly spacious, with many crystal balls of various colors and thick magic books inside. To Liszt's despair, he also saw the skulls of many people and animals.

"You know, skulls are magical casting materials, and good skulls are hard to find and troublesome to handle, so I don't have too many skulls to collect." The old mage's gloomy voice almost broke Liszt's heart, and this fear made Liszt almost crazy, because he found himself powerless, like an ant, silently waiting for the end of his fate.

"Wow! Looks like I've scared our kids a lot. When the voice of aging reached his ears, Liszt was completely desperate, he didn't know how mages in this world killed people, but he knew that even if he was in the last world, facing this terrifying mage, he would not be any different from him now.

Liszt's legs continued to tremble, and countless terrible whispers sounded in his ears, as if the demons of hell were roaring at him, and the ghosts of the underworld were roaring at him, and countless terrifying visions were unfolding in front of his eyes, if Liszt was just a normal child, he would have collapsed and become a madman at this time, and although Liszt was still struggling to persevere, he couldn't fight for long.

"That's it." With the old mage's words, the huge pressure on Liszt's body suddenly disappeared, and the terrifying whispers and illusions disappeared, as if everything was just Liszt's dream. But Liszt knew that this painful ordeal was only the beginning, for the old mage was sitting in front of him, staring at him with burning eyes.

"It's a broken world, my little friend, and you've only seen the tip of the iceberg."