In the room on the second floor of the tavern, a closed spiritual wall isolates all sounds inside and outside the house.

Grandin, who was sitting at the table, let out a long breath and put down the carving knife in his hand. His hands drooped down and he sat back in his chair, his eyes staring blankly at the gas lamp on the wall.

He began to observe the metal grid pattern on the gas lamp, and in this way, he slowly relieved his depressed mood.

Since going upstairs, he has tried to make the 'Destiny Charm' three times. But once the incantation was written incorrectly, and twice the symbols were inscribed, and the spiritual materials left on his body were no longer enough to support the fourth production.

By the time the first production failed, Grandin had already re-examined himself. At that time, he found that his spirituality would fluctuate from time to time, and after digging deeper, he realized that his spirituality fluctuated because of the changes in his emotions.

The emotions that had been suppressed and sealed all day by the cemetery were released again in a delayed way after they were out of its sphere of influence.

What Grandin needed to make a spell was composure, but the resurgence of emotions such as joy, doubt, and worry seriously interfered with his fine movements.

He tried two more times against the interference, but failed in all of them.

"Is this called a long reflection arc? At that time, I was already scared, but my body didn't react until now. He smiled bitterly, simply burned his spirit and landed on the Black Lake, and decided to move some more materials from the Black Lake in the form of giving and sacrificing.

There were already a lot of things piled up on the Black Lake, boxes of munitions, and all his miscellaneous items.

The glittering flake containing the image of Bourkeso's 'Ten by a Dozen' yesterday lay at the top of the debris, and next to it was a circle of shrunken gold coins.

The flake was put into the catalogue by him, but the gold coin was still there and left untouched, the shrunken gold coin could no longer fully carry the power of the charm.

He decided to save up as much as he could, and when he had enough of them, he would re-smelt the shrunken gold coins all at once.

Arthur's daily prayers were still unclear, and he was now in the awkward position of being able to hear, not answer, unless Arthur again explicitly prayed for his help.

"I can only take my time, maybe when I get promoted next time, things will turn around...... I don't know where to get such things as the tail feathers of the cold trumpeter...... Maybe you can spend merit and get help from the church after submitting an application? ”

Grandin felt that his 'lucky one' potion was digesting so quickly, even if he didn't deliberately play it, he had digested a considerable part of it so far.

"But it's normal to think about it, no matter who you are, as long as you keep dying like me, and if you haven't died, you can be regarded as successfully playing the 'lucky one', right?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hide his face and sigh, feeling the richness of his daily life after crossing over.

After moving the spiritual materials down the Black Lake in a 'given' way, the spiritual flame in his eyes was extinguished and he returned to reality again.

Next, he first strengthened the spiritual wall, and then tried to make a few 'doom bullets', in a vain attempt to use this way to make 'cushion knives' to ensure that the 'Destiny Charm' could be successfully crafted.

But this reliance on metaphysics didn't work. When he made the 'Destiny Charm', he still failed, but the Doom Bullet used to make the 'Cushion Knife' succeeded.

This kind of tossing back and forth made his spiritual consumption extremely fast. He had no choice but to give up making spells, intending to wait until tomorrow morning to try again.

On this ordinary Friday, Grandin finally lay down on his soft bed at ten o'clock in the evening.

"Hopefully a good night's sleep will soothe all the tiredness and make it easier for me to make the 'Destiny Charm' tomorrow."

It was his last thought before falling into a dream.

The dark bedroom was silent.

Late at night, everything - >>

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Already asleep. In the space of the Black Lake, a ripe fruit of doom fell sharply on the 'Numerology Tree', and it smashed down the Black Lake.

So the whole space was flipped in an instant. The color of the black lake faded, and the 'tree of numerology' became green and tall, with flourishing foliage.

The black ash flying in the sky was blown away by the cold wind. The desperate wails of the wind, who could not tell who was uttering, replaced the ethereal gospel murmurs. c0m

In the decaying environment, only the big tree grows taller and taller, and it overlooks the lake and the thousands of living beings in the world, just like a god.

The 'Akaxia Catalogue' opened forward like a rewind.

"Transaction...... This is...... The first ......"

......

Grandin didn't sleep soundly tonight, as if he was locked in an endless nightmare.

His consciousness was awake, but his body refused to wake up.

He returned to the battlefield where he had crossed over, and was once again attacked by the Indis Special Forces. What followed was a bizarre display of death: he was stabbed in the head, blown to pieces by a bomb, turned into a monster by the sudden appearance of pollution, and blown off his head by shrapnel flying out of nowhere.

By the time he waited for the 'right' bullet that had pierced through his chest, he had died a thousand times. And he's going to die many more times.

When he falls to the ground, his good friend, Alfred, tries to save him. In the chaos of the battlefield, there was no effective means of healing, and he died countless times from excessive bleeding, from the wrong battlefield first aid, and from the loss of control after swallowing it alive......

Death is thousands, it goes back and forth, not always.

Grandin could only lie on the ground and watch himself die again and again, and finally ushered in the right ending-

Alfred got his hands on the red blood-stained trait, which allowed him to survive.

"Hey, every fate that can be continued is made up of countless tiny miracles."

The cheerful, humane narration comes from nowhere.

Grandin fell from this dream, and when he woke up again, he was in the Misty Town. He saw the night, he saw the silence, and he saw the black gauze classical dress.

"Goddess, I'm here to negotiate conditions."

As soon as he finished his witticism, his eyes went black and disappeared into the darkness without pain.

'I'm going to keep my hole cards.' ’

The invisible hand wiped him out of the town entirely.

'What is it for Him to show my life?' ’

The pain of an electric drill into his brain made him roll on the ground, his memory was completely drained, and he became an idiot.

"Sometimes, it's harder to recognize yourself than to recognize others. Only with power can you master the chess game. ”

With a sigh of detachment, Grandin fell again into the next dream.

Gunshots and screams, chaos in the gray warehouse.

He is under siege by the 'Instigators' and 'Gladiators', and the fierce spirit named Roger is nailed to the ground by a spear of light, and he is left alone and can only rely on his skills to survive.

He made his way to the Black Lake during the battle, the 'Akashya Catalog' was opened, and the 'Numerology Tree' began to dance wildly.

Just as he was about to follow the right actions and throw the fruit of doom into the book, the screen began to shake.

"We are great, but we also need help."

A mechanical, cold narration sounded.

"Achieved...... Trade...... For the first time. ”

Upside-down, crazy words interjected.