Paradise Lost, video store, mourning hall.

This was once the place where the fighting was fiercest, and both sides used all means to fight for the shop.

Even the Sabbath was killed here.

After the ceasefire between the two sides, it was simply converted into a mourning hall for the Sabbath funeral.

After six years of war, there are not many people left in Paradise Lost.

The rest of the people are eager to use one for two, and they are extremely busy.

Therefore, there were not many living people in the Shabbat mourning hall.

In the most conspicuous place of the mourning hall, a thin wooden coffin was placed, and the Sabbath was still lying inside.

Several figures appeared at the door of the video store, and the leader was still holding an oil lamp in his hand.

"I said you guys hurry up and keep up."

On Sunday with an oil lamp, he said angrily,

"It's night, according to the contract, it's off-duty time, and I'm going to get overtime pay!"

Behind him on Sunday, there were several people with different appearances.

Although everyone is Luden, they have different code names, and after six years of fighting, everyone has changed a lot.

Half of the magician's body is mechanized, and on the battlefield, a 155 grenade passes by, and it is a miracle that he can pick up a life.

The explorer with trekking poles in hand and a huge backpack on his back has his legs replaced with machinery.

Of course, he didn't do it because of an injury.

All Lutdon understands one thing.

There are limits to human beings.

Explorers who want to experience more adventures and survive on treacherous battlefields must push the limits.

During these six years, many Ludons have embarked on this path.

The explorer looked around in amazement and exclaimed, "It's a wonderful expedition for the first time in a place like this."

"Trust me, man, it's definitely not your first time here."

Sunday said angrily,

"You've mortgaged all your memories here, and you don't have any money to redeem them!"

The two were followed by another Ludon, who didn't look the same as he did six years ago, who didn't have a code name and was also known as a newcomer.

When a newcomer enters Paradise Lost, a magician is in charge of guiding them.

Who would have thought that this guy witnessed the birth of an angel and didn't know what kind of code name he should take.

This hesitation is six years, and Paradise Lost is about to end.

However, because he doesn't have a code name, this guy is actually not part of Paradise Lost, and he has survived unharmed by the war.

Sundays, magicians, explorers, newcomers.

This is all the members of the four-person team in the mourning hall.

The newcomer asked curiously, "Is this place still functioning?"

Sunday snorted coldly and said in a heavy nasal voice,

"That's right, I still have to clock in and out every day, from 9 to 5 in the morning, and two days off a week..."

The explorer asked, "I thought the Master was dead."

The master died, and naturally no one paid for Sundays.

"He's in debt."

The magician answered the question for Sunday.

I work part-time on Sundays to pay off my debts.

Of course, there are also benefits for him to work here.

At least, he survived the catastrophe, for the time being.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Sunday, you seem to have come here unusually early, why did you get to this point?"

….

The newcomer was puzzled.

When he first entered the park, he was ranked 11th on the Paradise Lost Fortune List on Sundays.

You know, Sunday is the third member of Paradise Lost, only later than the Master, the One.

The earlier you enter the park, the more information you have, and the greater the probability of winning in the same kind of competition.

What's more, Sunday's failure is not like a defeat after a big gamble, but more like a deliberate show.

All eyes were on Sunday, curious about the answer to the question.

"Look, don't you have something to do here?"

Sunday looked back at the three of them and said impatiently,

"Originally, this matter was a secret, but Paradise Lost has become such a virtue, and I don't think anyone cares about it anymore."

On Sunday, the three were announced free of charge.

"Master, there's something wrong with that guy!

Of course, this feeling can be said to be intuitive, and the first time I saw him, I felt that something was wrong. You say serious Luden, who would be in a wheelchair and wear a helmet and fish every day, right?"

Walking in front on Sunday, he babbled,

"If you just like fishing, it's simple, Luden, it's a little quirky, it's normal, but what happened later is weird.

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One and I are very curious, what is under the helmet, the master is also a human, he always has to sleep, we want to take this opportunity to take off the master's helmet for him.

That day, the night was dark and the wind was high, just like today's night, it was dark, the master was asleep, No. 1 was pushing a wheelchair, I took the tools, and I touched it while it was dark.

We have been preparing for a long time and the plan is going well.

In order not to alarm the master, we took the helmet very slowly.

The guy No. 1 was timid and helmeted, and as soon as he saw a scar, he turned around and ran away in fright.

I left him alone, and continued to open my helmet, and guess what, brush—"

A cold wind blew, and the oil lamp in Sunday's hand was extinguished!

Everyone shuddered and looked at Sunday.

The magician scolded,

"It's okay, why are you blowing the lamp?"

"The ghost blows the lamp!"

The light was blown out on Sunday.

On Sunday, he raised his hand and pressed the switch, and directly turned on the lights of the video store, and the entire mourning hall was lit up with colorful and brilliant lights, accompanied by the BGM of 'Today is a good day, .

"Isn't that creating an atmosphere?"

Sunday yawned and said to himself,

"That's all for the free content, as for what's under the helmet, you have to be interested, and find the master for yourself."

On Sunday, he didn't tell anyone what he saw that night.

It was the events of that night that completely changed Sunday's worldview, he no longer pursued wealth, status, and everything in the material world was like a floating cloud to him.

He has more important pursuits.

It is impossible for a master to become like this for no reason.

Even the masters are in pursuit of the truth.

Many people think that the master created Paradise Lost in order to lead Ludon and embark on the path of alienation, like raising Gu, to cultivate his own successor.

….

Sunday doesn't look like that.

In his eyes, the master's behavior was not like raising Gu, but more like... Find a substitute for the dead.

Therefore, Sunday begins to move away from the masters, and the farther away the better.

As long as you become waste, no one can use yourself.

Of course, Sunday did not give up on the search for the truth, he kept thinking about why the master became like this.

When the Resistance's Ables appeared on the battlefield, Sunday speculated that the Master might also be Able, wounded, or for some other reason.

On Sunday, I began to wonder how I could awaken my ability and whether it was a blessing or a curse.

To this day, he has not answered.

Sunday brought three people to the coffin.

The director ordered that all corpses should have a scar cut out of their necks.

On Sunday, it was estimated that the boy on the first number one had already been abandoned.

Sunday only

He will tell previous stories and reveal some of the master's secrets.

The Sabbath is also a corpse.

The explorer and the magician, on the orders of the master, came to cut a scar for him.

Sunday felt the key and prepared to open the coffin.

The first time, it didn't work out.

The key is reversed.

Sunday pulled out the key, and while trying again, he muttered,

"How could it be reversed?!"

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