The state of the teenager in this life is obviously not as strong as the week's purpose, for some reason, he is often in a daze inexplicably, but when he detects the soul, the holy stone seed does not find any abnormality, and the memory shackles are also in a normal state. It's just that the boy is no longer as majestic among players as a week, and he doesn't go out of his way to attack the layers, but he just groped around for this world.

All kinds of tasks that were originally hidden in this world were unearthed by the boy one by one.

Soon, a large number of NPCs gathered behind the boy, and the boy who mastered this large number of NPCs soon developed a unique potential among players.

But there are always people who are not very friendly to NPCs, and under the friction of various aspects, in the end, the boy's power and the entire player group started a war.

In this fight, the boy picked up a weapon for the first time, picked up an ordinary sword, and this was the first time he gave up his fist, which he was most familiar with.

But he found that the sword was surprisingly useful.

Kill, kill, kill.

The war has been going on for a long, long time, and the player and the NPC have forgotten their original reason for fighting, and only driven by a series of hatreds, one battle after another takes place on different floors.

Countless distorted emotions spread and grew in this war, constantly delivering nutrients to the seeds of the Holy Stone.

The Seed of the Holy Stone pondered.

It shouldn't have behaved like this because it didn't have emotions, but it did think about it.

One day, while thinking about the Sacred Stone Seed, the young man's memory was revealed.

But at the same time, players and NPCs are almost worn out.

The helpless teenager was silent, and then let the female player with long maroon hair in front of him end his life, looking at the stunned look on the face of the female player who had also recovered the memory of the previous week, he just smiled faintly.

The world collapsed and restarted.

In the third week, the boy remained silent, and his memory was imprisoned again, but it was not because of it, but because of something else.

The Sacred Stone Seed pondered and observed.

But then I found that I don't know when my energy balance was consumed faster, and this sudden situation made it a little flustered, so it mobilized most of its energy to explore the cause of this situation.

Time gradually passed, and after a long search, it finally found the source of this anomaly.

The original master of this world, the cardinal system.

Since there was no change in this system between the two weeks, it never took this system to heart, just silently observed the boy, but it never thought that this system suddenly jumped out.

The system is like Kayaba Akihiko in the game, implanting an avatar, secretly running around in this world, stealing the energy that escapes from the seeds of the holy stone.

After a long time, a lot of energy was really stolen by the system.

But it is easy to find the source, although the seed of the holy stone has been robbed of a little energy, but it still has an absolute advantage to suppress this system and block its memory and consciousness.

In order to prevent this from happening further, it also implants an avatar into the game, which is not only closely related to the main body, but also in the third week, it will turn the seventy-six layers into an entire world.

Then, in its fourth week, it suddenly lost its interest in observing the boy.

The boy stood outside the city, stopped, and looked up at the top of the Sky Dome, where there should have been a pair of eyes watching him, but for a long time, he had not felt the presence of that sight.

Even nowadays when the memory has been restored.

The eyes were bright, the sword intent was churning, and then disappeared.

He walked, towards the place.

Something has changed.

Where he doesn't know the way.

The memories of the past didn't change much for him, and the memories were just memories, like browsing a movie. Even if the emotions mixed with that memory impacted Ye Ran's sword heart, then he was defeated by the transparent sword heart that had been polished.

Sword intent.

This was the amount of power that suddenly appeared on him this week, even if he had used the sword for more than fifty years in total, there had never been anything like sword intent in the past.

Also, the mutated system that he has now.

It was a product of being forcibly rewritten by the cardinal system and then restored by the Sacred Stone Seed.

This system produced an unknown change, pinned on the crystal, and the seed of this holy stone on his chest was exactly the same, but absolutely different.

The growth tool provided by the Holy Stone Seed to Ye Ran was the so-called Sword Yuan Exchange.

But he didn't control the tasks of the system on his body.

No, it's uncontrollable.

Ye Ran inexplicably became a black household, a unique product between NPCs and players.

The shouts approached, and a strong fishy smell began to echo in the air, which was a mixed murderous aura.

"Hurry up, lest she report the news!"

"What a shame!"

"Oops, being seen, killing this group of night watchmen."

"At three o'clock in front on the left, there are five soldiers."

"Leave it to me."

"My dead sister, today is the time to reap your lives."

The young man walked, no one paid attention to him, he was like a drop of water into the sea, gradually blending into the lowest world, walking at will, the bottom had turned into a dark battlefield, and countless low voices kept coming into his ears.

It's familiar.

It seems that he carried out such an attack a long, long time ago, and then succeeded in taking down one of the most famous guild leaders among the players.

Who's here?

It seems to be Klein.

At that time, Klein hated him to them to the core, and even before he died, he never changed that hatred. But at that time, he never expected that there would be a time to stand in the same place and chat normally.

So, do players want to lay something out of this fight as well?

It's stupid.

The familiar wind drifted by, and the boy stopped, looking at the whiteness that had disappeared into the darkness.

Silent.

Then he continued walking, looking for the man.

The silver-white hair was messy and sprinkled on the door frame, the thin lips that were originally bloodless were almost transparent at the moment, the white eyelids drooped down, covering the eyes peacefully, and the whole person leaned softly against the door.

It's like falling asleep.

The boy stopped, looked at the petite body leaning against the door, watched, watched.

Just looking at it, the heart that should have been calm and accepting is no longer calm at the moment.

"Ah, you're back?"

The subtle voice came out of the girl's lips that were almost gone, her eyes and face trembled slightly, but she still didn't open them, her head was slightly raised, as if it was just this action, these words used up the strength of her life.

The boy stood.

She sits.

No matter how you think about it, it's her more effortless, isn't she?

But she was still trembling, slightly.

So the boy crouched down and crouched in front of her.

"I, am I going to die?"

"Well, probably."

There were no injuries on the girl's body, but upwards, in the middle of the cylindrical part connecting the small head, the crimson data flew away.

"Ahh

The young man's voice was very vague as the boy's words reached her ears, and she struggled to catch the uncertainty with what was left of her thoughts, and then understood his words, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

At least, the most reluctant, the most reluctant, God still fulfilled his wish, didn't he?

The young man's mind began to be confused, he stretched out his hand, as if he was about to break a porcelain, gently grabbed the girl's body, and hugged it horizontally.

It's so light.

It's heavy.

The young man walked forward slowly, and with each step, his body was untied from the weight that bound him to tens of millions of loads, and a terrifying aura began to rise.

If the mind is not calm, then it will be chaotic.

The sword intent of the riot pierced into the night.

The trembling sound of countless sword weapons.

Frightened and panicked cries.

The most rear.

Woven into a finale.