Sometimes, I'll find a place to stand or sit alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info looked up at the sky and wandered.

Of course, this is when she's not around, and I never show vulnerability when she's there, not because I don't want her to find out that I'm also vulnerable, but I just don't want her to worry.

Because I know that in fact, she is stronger on the surface and more afraid of the quiet than me, and more afraid of the past than I am.

I am her support and pillar, and in the same way, she is also my pillar of support. After escaping from that place, we saw each other as the motivation to stay alive.

If I'm not mistaken, I'm supposed to be a person, well, Terran.

If my almost buried memories hadn't fooled me, I would have been a fairly ordinary person at first.

In my memory, I should have come from a small country in the middle of nowhere, and I was the prince of which country, and I became a treasure in the palm of everyone's hands from birth.

Time flies, memories jump suddenly, filtering too much indifference, those are all bland memories, just like what no bear child did when he was a child, but the person who was tricked changed from Aunt Wang next door to Grandpa Liu to a guard at the door, a minister in charge of the treasury and the like.

The memory gradually blurred, like the world in front of me after being extremely sleepy, waiting for the vision to be clear again. Tons of memories rushed into my mind, and the fear and hatred engraved in my soul lit a fire in my chest, and when I reacted, I realized that I had not forgotten it.

In the summer of 35254 in the frost calendar, this is a calendar that has long been discontinued, and I have been looking for a long time to realize that it is already all the calendars of the frost god period 100,000 years ago.

From the time I closed my eyes to the time I opened them again, 100,000 years had passed.

100,000 years, heh, 100,000 years.

Time has not left a mark on me, so I can vividly recall what happened that year, that night, under that bright starry sky.

It was supposed to be a very ordinary summer night, and the cool breeze was blowing. But, on such a peaceful night, that group of demons, that group of demons from hell ruined my hometown.

The nine sons of the country, which had not left any strong colors in history, and were founded by a group of people who longed for peace, were eaten by those demons overnight.

Maybe they're really from hell.

There is no reason in the scarlet eyes, all bloodlust and madness. They have a lot of strength and are able to easily pick up a big fat man and knead it into a meat sauce.

The smallest of these guys is also five meters tall, and ordinary people are like chicks in front of a butcher in front of them.

These monsters have four strange legs, look like crabs but don't walk sideways, these monsters have human-like upper limbs, but one hand has seven fingers.

They don't eat people, but they use all kinds of cruel means to torture and kill, sometimes they use those strange huge hands to finely disassemble a person into parts, and sometimes they will spit on people's bodies, once people come into contact with those saliva, their skin will directly rot, and then turn into a skeleton in a painful scream.

Those monsters passed by like the wind, their huge bodies could pass directly through the city walls, and they came silently, making the passing cities silent.

But they forgot about me, and I don't think they intentionally let me go, maybe because they didn't find out, or maybe for some other reason.

I hid under the bed and watched their atrocities, I watched them tear Lila to shreds, I watched them crush my majestic father into meat sauce with ease, and I watched the brutes stone my newborn brother into pulp in front of my mother's eyes.

I felt like I should be angry, but I didn't at that time.

Because I was so angry that I hid under the bed, I didn't have the courage to climb out and stand in front of my mother, who was trampled by them, crying and dying, even though I knew I was capable of saving them.

I have the ability to save a country, but I don't have the courage to face it, to face the self that has become a stranger.

Eventually, when it was all over, I was still hiding under the bed, I didn't have sadness or anger, I just kept sliding down my tears, and finally I was tired of crying, and then I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up again, 100,000 years had passed.

I haven't changed the slightest bit from 100,000 years ago, my height or anything else, my hair hasn't changed, nothing has changed except for the clutter on my body.

As I struggled to push the clutter away, I found myself lying in a coffin, a hidden hole in the ground, from which I had managed to scare a few timid lucky ones and I guessed how long I had slept for so long.

I didn't feel anything when I saw it 100,000 years ago, why do I feel uncomfortable when I think about it now, and the infinite anger mixed with the bitter hatred makes me want to go through the whole world and cramp and skin all those monsters.

But I didn't find it.

When I woke up, I walked around alone, looking for clues hidden in horror stories and myths, and then I didn't find them, I couldn't find them at all.

It was as if the past was just a dream of mine, and any country and that era were just unusually false dreams.

In my mind, it seems that there are two villains, one is born, old, sick and died in this era, and the other is a prince living in a fairytale-like country in the past.

After a thousand years of trance, I wandered around the world, and I gradually realized that I was actually standing at the top of this world before I knew it.

Legend!

I don't know when it began, but in fact, I have become a legend, favored by the world, and in harmony with the laws of a certain order, and finally obtained the possibility of studying the laws.

When I was a child, I was already a legend, but at that time I couldn't believe my own strength, and in the end, I didn't have the courage to face myself and crawl out from under the bed to save my loved ones.

Thinking back to the things I had forgotten about the past, and looking at the moon in the sky that was gradually merging into one, I suddenly remembered the name of that monster again.

Dream Elves.

Despite their beautiful names, those guys are half-dead monsters who feed on fear and love desperate souls.

They live on the boundary between dreams and reality, using nightmares as a carrier, and as long as there are people dreaming, they will not be destroyed.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that in fact, those people were innocent.

Trying to rewrite the rules of the world for their own selfish desires has nothing to do with what they think, but for a false prophecy is like sacrificing one's own son.

Hehe, such parents, even for the sake of 100,000 people, are innocent.

Perhaps, this is the reason why I hid under the bed at that time and couldn't come out, because at that time, I was already dead.

The prophecy finally came true......