Although all the fierce battles have been fought in the Valley of Sorrow, this world is not a world of heroes, but a world of living beings, so everything that is most cruel and beautiful is in the living beings.

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Some people say life is interesting, but I find it boring. Who I am, what I'm going to do, where I'm going, I've never thought about it. The only thing I wanted to do was kill what I saw and live.

My life is like this world, it has been dark since birth, I can't see anything, and even if I do, I have to destroy and kill them..... Of course, there is also one more option, so as not to be discovered by others.

This is the Dead Realm, where there is no spark at all, eternal darkness, in which countless races live, each avoiding each other, because they are each other's food....... Oh, of course, there are a few races that are different, after all, they are the largest race in the Dead Realm, but what does it matter, I haven't seen them in my life, although I've heard that they are very different.

The only color of the Dead is a touch of red when the living die, and I love it, so I love killing. There was no particular reason, but that bright red finally made me think that the world would still change, even if it was not good.

Of course, this 'bad' is just my heart's thoughts, after all, the dead realm, either we eat others, or others eat us.... Of course, it may still be eaten by dead beasts, or discovered by several legendary clans, maybe it will be different, right?

Actually, I think too much, and I shouldn't think so much, because if I think too much, I will ask for more, and there will be more dangers...... and death. No, during a hunt, I hunted a small elf with a few tribesmen, and they tasted really good, one of the most delicious foods I've ever tasted.

In that hunting, there were two accidents that shouldn't have happened, and the accident that changed me. The first thing is that I let go of a toddler elf, for no reason, but I was probably too full that day, maybe the elf thought she had escaped, and I don't know what she would be like now, whether she was eaten by another race...... Anthracene, I hope she doesn't get eaten, and lives well, by the way, that little elf seems to be called Ah, I remember it seems to be.

The second thing is that I found an interesting book. There aren't many books, there are probably two in each clan, after all, no one will cherish this thing. But I happen to be different from others, because I like books, and I collect a lot, so I want more.

This newly collected book tells the story of how every once in a certain time, light comes to the Dead and then dispels the darkness. What an interesting storybook, funny and ridiculous. Why is it ridiculous? Because my father, my grandfather, my grandfather, in their accounts, the dead realm is always the same, the same as what I see, only darkness.

What is that? I haven't seen it, it's not even written, maybe it's written in some storybook...... No, it seems to be recorded, in the book I have in my hand now.

So I kept reading and reading, and the book said that the light was warm, comfortable, and beautiful....... There are too many, countless beautiful words to describe it, and I don't know who wrote it, is there really such a beautiful thing in the world?

I never read that book again, because it contains so many good things, but that's what I can never get, so I don't read it, because I read too much, and I want it...... If I wanted to, I would be more dangerous, closer to death.

I was still hunting that day, still destroying the body of my prey for the only different crimson that was, and I was punished many times for wasting food, but I still had to do it, because the only different color was really beautiful.

As I tore the present, I heard a sound, like a bird's call, no! No, what the hell is calling! I stopped what I was doing and continued listening, because the sound was so unique that I couldn't describe it.

It seems like a mother's voice, too, but she died of starvation......

It's so good, it's so warm.......

Then I cried, and then the light came.

Really, the light recorded in that book really came, the darkness was dispelled, and the whole world changed...... It turned out to be true, and what was recorded in the book was true.

When the light came, not only did I cry, but all my companions wept, as if even the plants that had suddenly grown on the side wept, and the stream cried even louder..... If you want to ask me why I know their names, of course it is in that book.

In the eternal darkness, I suddenly saw the light of the legend, the warmth, and the beauty...... What will become of living beings? I don't know, I'm just thinking about a lot of things all of a sudden.

According to the book, the light will only come for a year, but I don't know how long a year is...... So should I write down the light again, and then give it to my sons, my descendants, who will think that what I said is false, as I did at the beginning.......

I'm starting to feel very uncomfortable, for a lot of the creatures I've hunted, and if they're alive, maybe they'll be able to see them. Thinking about it, I thought of the little elf I let go, she should still be alive, she should have seen the light, if she saw it, it must be excellent......

Right, Ah..... I pronounced her name again.

The light brought a lot of things, such as food that could not be eaten for thousands or tens of thousands of years.... Don't ask why it doesn't rot, because the dead realm is full of ghostly energy, and it is the breath of death, so how can it die again and rot again.

Countless good things have come, so many happy, Lieru no longer has to be afraid of other races, there is no need to hide, because there is no need to kill for food, for survival.

But at the same time, the light also brings a lot of bad things, and it seems that the killing will never go away...... used to survive, but now for profit, desire, many, many.

I don't know what's wrong with me, I thought I was the strongest hunter, but now I don't dare to kill anything...... I watched my companions, or other creatures, kill and fight for what they wanted, and I was saddened.

I was really sad, and I kept thinking in my heart that I wanted something like, "Shouldn't all the things you want be beautiful?"

Why is everything bad for the sake of good things, for the things that are wanted in the heart?

Slowly, I moved away from all my companions, and I enjoyed the sun alone every day, and then painted everything beautiful. I began to think about how different I was from my companions, we all killed, yes, it was killing, I didn't use the word hunting.

Why do I use this word, because in the first place, I kept killing other races for the bright red color, as if there was no difference between the killing of my companions now for the sake of their hearts, all in search of good things, and then everything was not good.