"I'm sorry, I'm very moved, but I can't accept your love, Miss, because I'm not from this world."

Golan spoke softly, and in the face of the crying girl, he gently handed the other party a tissue.

He had brown hair and brown eyes, and stood tall in the cramped train box. Only when the steam train suddenly accelerates, his body shakes slightly, and the shadow he casts on the ground will also twist slightly.

The girl and Golan met on the train, and they occasionally met in the train's restaurant. The train had been running for two days, and seeing that it was about to reach the final stop of Beckland, the girl made up her mind to take the initiative.

It turned out to be rejected by Golan.

How to deal with girls who have a good impression of him, Golan was very skilled in his last life. But refusing in this way is a new experience that he has only recently experienced.

He didn't deliberately control the volume when he spoke, so the several bodyguards who were separated around the young lady were all looking at him with surprised expressions.

I probably thought he was crazy.

The girl stopped sobbing, and she looked at Golan with big tearful eyes full of sympathy.

Golan paid no attention to these glances, and even wore a polite smile on his face. The misunderstanding of the people around him made the potion called 'monster' in his body quietly digest part of it.

Feeling that he had taken another step on the path of fate made Golan's smile seem more sincere.

The train passed in front of a lake, and the sound of the whistle startled the birds on the lake's edge. No one spoke in the box, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin dropping.

The two stood opposite each other, and Golan looked directly at Miss Indis's beautiful face with admiration for beauty. Her blonde hair fell naturally, she wore a rather fashionable red one-shoulder dress, and her personality was even more fiery and enthusiastic, but unfortunately these Golan were not blessed.

Because he is in a difficult situation, the most important task at the moment is to save his own life.

This is not easy, because the world itself is not normal, and the order and civilization of human beings are like an isolated island in the dark ocean, and the chaos and madness surrounding the isolated island are the eternal theme of this world.

Everything in this world is so desperate that only a few weeks after Golan crossed over, he was already familiar with death.

As a reader who has read through the whole novel, even if you don't memorize the content of the novel when you read it, you will always have a general understanding of the plot of the story in your head.

It stands to reason that with these advantages, he only needs to follow the trend next, and he can always make a career.

But it won't work.

In this mysterious world, any knowledge is poisonous. Knowledge goes hand in hand with death, and sometimes even knowing a person's name can be devastating.

For example, the starry sky and the outer gods, and then Ya*.

Golan's heart sank, and he quickly restrained his rambling thoughts. But it was too late, and the high inspiration after becoming a 'monster' was frantically warning in his mind at this time, as if in the next second, a great calamity would befall him.

The suffocating horror and fear had choked his neck.

He had no luck, and decisively burned his spirit to drive the emblem on the back of his hand—

It was a book with a dead tree on its cover, surrounded by golden quicksand.

This book, which suddenly appeared on him, was the foundation of his life in this world, and under these few attempts, he had roughly figured out the role of this book.

As his spirit continued to burn, he jumped upward, and his soul broke away from his body and became a spectator of the world. He floated silently behind his body, watching the people and objects around him quickly fade, and the movements of the people seemed to freeze frame by frame, and finally stopped.

Golden flames began to burn in his eyes, and these spiritual flames soon overflowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped to the ground.

First a flower, then a cluster, and finally everything around it burns. Brilliant flames rose into the sky, as if they wanted to burn through the sky.

All these visions came to an abrupt end when the emblem on the back of Golan's hand was completely filled with spirituality.

The flames were extinguished, and Golan stood alone on the surface of a dark lake, the sky covered with burnt black ash. A dead tree occupies the most central position in the space.

The coiled trunk of the tree fused with the surface of the lake, and the withered branches of the great tree stretched outward, and the front of the branches turned into a pair of twisted human hands that were trying to reach out into the distance, like living creatures. Some of the branches are still entangled, scratching and fighting each other.

This kind of eerie scene is enough to drive people crazy just by looking at it.

Golan, who was still sane, tilted his head, allowing his gaze to skim over the branches and more on the trunk.

The tree is called "Numerology".

Feeling that his spirituality was being consumed wildly, he did not delay any longer, and said loudly:

"Let's begin, Destiny Watch."

The whole tree was still for a moment, and in the next moment, all the branches began to writh and grasp wildly in all directions, and they scattered the black ash in the space, so that the fluttering floc slowly wrapped around the branches like wisps of marshmallows. By the time the dead tree had quieted down again, its branches were full of gray, decayed fruit.

These fruits represent the various futures of the Golan himself.

For example, the fruit closest to the Golan has the inscription "Blasphemy, Divine Punishment to Death". A little further away is [knowledge is poisonous, pollution kills].

When he stared at these branches, he could even clearly see the various ways of his death in the future, some of his heads exploded, some were struck by lightning, and some of his bodies turned into a mess of flesh and blood.

When he plucks a certain fruit, he chooses a certain future.

But none of this was what he wanted.

So Golan endured his dazedness and continued to search up the trunk, but the branches attached to the trunk were full of 'death'. And those who can survive on their own are floating around the trees, too far away from themselves, and the dead branches can't hold them at all.

To catch them, it takes more 'price'. Golan had a realization in his heart, but he couldn't afford it. So he had to choose another solution -

Since there is no way to solve the problem, then you can only flip the table.

He squeezes his spirituality and makes it burn more violently. Filled with spirituality, the book in the emblem finally appeared in his hand, the pages of which were pure gold and needed to be written with rational silver as ink.

He turned the pages of the book and, quickly using his own humanity as a pen, wrote:

Golan is dead, and so is Grandin. ’

The original form of this body, Grandin Ode, had been killed by a stray bullet on the battlefield a few weeks earlier. Golan, on the other hand, is a soul that wears through, and is probably dead on Earth.

Now this newborn man has taken Grandin's body and used Golan's soul. After eating the battlefield, the extraordinary properties that were extricated from the pile of dead people continued to survive.

When Golan's souls were separated from their bodies, they were reduced back to two dead men, which is a reasonable conclusion. So he could go on to write:

Why should a dead man die again? ’