The old mage died, and a legend fell like this. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The excessive time had carved so many marks on his body that even the old man, who had dedicated his life to the human race, could not count them all before he died. However, even if he was so worried about it too much, until he was no longer concerned, he also had a vulnerable side.

Until the end, people didn't know that the old mage was looking at him not far away...... It's what kind of expectation you want to express. It is not known what he wrapped in his thoughts. What legacy he left behind for Ker, his most proud disciple, is only a short obsession floating in the wind, telling this prosaic story to the future generations.

...... The old mage died, and the crowd was a little flustered and a little commotion. Then, calm returned.

...... It's just a dead person. Even though, he was once Proteus. Even though, he gave a lot for everyone. Eventually, however, he died. When the sporadic necromancers were completely removed, the souls that had lost the shelter of the ghost domain irreresistibly returned to the natural cycle. In the chaos that dispersed, the survivors reappeared inside the underground temple. And roared wildly, celebrating in such an alternative way that they had come back to life in the middle of another crisis.

In the center of the crowd, with an exclamation, people finally discovered the old mage's anomaly. When a person accidentally rubbed Proteus's old and wrinkled skin, it was like a statue made of sand, and it became the truest portrayal of the old mage who had been standing still in one position. The body, which lost its moisture rapidly, collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

The pale skin, which had been glowing with an unhealthy brilliance, completely turned into the dusk of the earth at this moment. A few strands of dehydrated dry cortex, like fine sand, slowly slide off under the action of gravity and tidal winds. There was even a wisp floating on the face of the young man lying on his side in the hall of the temple, like an old man in this world...... The last nostalgia.

I remembered the confession to the Kel boy in the wasteland. But perhaps fate refuses to give people a chance to breathe. Until his death, he did not wait for the opportunity to talk to Kerr in private. This may be the last regret when the old mage passes away......

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"Hello. ”

The boy who fainted did not get a moment of calm as everyone thought. In the deepest part of this body and soul, there is an even more dangerous confrontation taking place. And only the winner can hold the sole control of this body.

"Brother, this should be said to be the first real meeting in the past few days we have been together!"

A pair of purple eyes first lit up the ubiquitous haze around here. A young man who looked exactly like Kerr walked out of the corner of his spirit with a smile on his broken robe with only half of the sleeves left.

has a cold look, but he wants to use a seemingly enthusiastic and beautiful voice to state disgusting facts. Hypocrisy...... , which is the hypocrisy that those inconsistencies in the center of the shelter teach him.

The hands that were constantly trembling, looking sickly pale from being exposed to sunlight for too long. Greedy...... This is the right that the world gives to all beings in order to make all things compete.

Hesitant steps, trance-like gaze. Fear...... , this is a gift from the countless dead chaos when he first arrived in this world.

He is still young, even if he is a freak born from the template of the other side of Kerr's emotionlessness, but, for Kerle, who has been disguised ruthlessly and disguised for decades. -- This kind of imitation like a one-year-old child really makes people laugh.

"You're not as perfect as I thought you were. It should be a little more ruthless, a little more sensible, a little more ...... Be smart. Lying on his side on the earth of spiritual transformation, Kerr lazily looked at the creature he had created by his own hands.

"It wasn't as perfect as I expected. ”

As if insulted, the purple-eyed young man smiled deeper and deeper...... The dimples on his pale face even became a little hideous because of this. In a world constructed entirely by spirit and memory, emotions are often the hardest things to hide. The crimson flames slammed into Kerr lying on the ground for no apparent reason, but just as he was about to touch Kerr's hair, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"You said that the reason I didn't become you was because of the choice of 'mother'. ”

Kerr was still lying lazily on his side in his spiritual world, and a few scattered memories drifted by from time to time caught his eye. But as if he wasn't worried at all, he didn't look at his other self with purple eyes the whole time. "Give up your ridiculous pretentiousness. I've had more than 10 years of experience than you. From that day on...... , I tried to escape the crime, and the expression on my face was as disgusting as yours. ”

"So, now, are you thinking about running away again?"

"It's not me, it's us!"

"We, I'm not you. Those so-called restraints are nothing more than a ...... in my eyes."

"Don't talk big, you're me, because you're not some inexplicable "mother's" choice. Kerr mercilessly interrupted the rhythm of the conversation. Seemingly much more tired than a person of normal age, he touched the white crow amulet that had been reconjured in the spiritual world with his fingers, and chuckled.

"Actually, you are my choice of the past. ”

At some point, a huge mirror suddenly appeared between the two. It reflects the "excretion pool" of the man-eating grass group at that moment...... The reproduction of all memories.

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When the prayer was recited, Kerr's heart was struggling. Even with adequate preparation, when making this decision to give up on oneself, it is also confusing and painful for a teenager who has never had a childhood.

Is it really the right thing to do? Isn't it so sad to do so? Isn't it really an escape?.................. Isn't that just running away!?

In the middle of the prayer, Kerr regretted it. Yes, he, regretted it!

The boy who caressed the crow necklace only really knew at that time. This amulet is a "mother" giving her child a chance to repent.

In the midst of hesitation and struggle. The inner choice is as wavering as when facing an invincible beast. No one can joke about the meaning of their existence, if only there was one more possibility.

So, the confused teenager chose his own proposition, the choice, the choice of the past. Kerr, the man cursed by fate, directed himself ...... Chose another opposite path. However, the incompleteness of the juvenile strength also makes the other option somewhat crippled.

So, in this little body. He gave birth to two different but coexisting souls. This is already the best ending.

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It's not just the identical faces of the two teenagers that are reflected on it...... , and the two different paths that follow the endless journey of destiny.

"You're right and you're not right. ...... I am you, you are my choice. But you are me, and I am your choice. Who knows, who we choose......" Kerr, who was lying on his side on the ground, jumped up, and his left hand, which had been free, suddenly thrust a black horn into the purple-eyed boy's chest through the huge mirror.

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"You must have heard the teacher's words on his deathbed. ”

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"Since I'm the other option, don't put any other marks on it. Another Kerr replied.

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"yes......"

"I am you, you are me. We can't tell the difference, so why should we tell the difference......"

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In the bizarre spiritual world, the giant memory mirror gradually faded. The two teenagers looked into each other's eyes and were silent for a long time.