When I was an ordinary guard at the gates of Campunavia, I often stared at the moat outside the city---- to be exact, for most of "that" life, I was in a daze with the moat---- for the vast majority of people who came and went to the river every day, it was just an ordinary, shallow stream, the breeze blowing the surface of the water incessantly, rippling and thin. Every day at noon, the sun always shines on the sparkling water, and is splashed back into the air by the rippling waves, and the river is full of golden colors. These small and warm rays of light, sometimes, I don't know which passerby's eyes shine, reflecting a layer of dazzling brilliance.

Light breeze, sunshine, waves, pedestrians...... It wasn't sooner, it wasn't a moment later, it all happened naturally. Pedestrians who are stunned will only pass by in the blink of an eye as if it was an accidental accident, and will never stop for a moment.

And in my eyes at that time, in the eyes of a guard whose life and soul were imprisoned in the corner of the city wall, all this was actually very different from what others saw:

Every day at noon, the sun leaps into the water from a position of 73 degrees to the southeast, and at the same time, the trade wind, which has been blowing from a 60-degree angle to the southwest for many years, pushes away the ripples of the water at the same angle every three seconds, and the first ripple I can see appears every three seconds from under the sixth willow tree, and after a second, seventy-two semicircular lines of water cover the width of the entire moat, and then ripple forward at a speed of half a step per second. Seven seconds later, two small, unrelated waves overlapped each other, creating a slightly larger spray on two-thirds of the way west of the moat. At the same time, a ray from the midday sun hit the top of the wave.

So, as the waves fell forward, the most wonderful thing happened: this brilliant reflection of light hit the pupil of my left eye in an instant, and instantly dyed half of my vision with a brilliant color, and then this strange light was fleeting and impossible to capture.

In two minutes, this strange thing will replay before my eyes, and in two minutes. The hazy halo in the socket of my left eye had not yet dissipated, and the mischievous light reappeared.

Then it vanished, and ended the day's three mischievous teases of me, until the frame of the sun god drove up the middle of the heavens again from the east, and another bright noon came, and the strange sun would reappear at the same time and in the same way, and then three times in a row would shine brilliant colors into my eyes.

What I am saying is that this seems to be a world where there is no such thing as "accidental", everything in the world---- whether it has life or not. There is no wisdom; How the four seasons change, how the day and night are reincarnated; As small as the landing point of a stone and the place where a speck of dust goes---- they all operate according to a predestined fate: the wild wolf on the banks of the Silver Star River will pace an ellipse every two hundred and seventy steps, and then accurately imprint his left forepaw into his original footprints; The old sycamore tree in the Moon Creek Forest sheds a yellow leaf every sixty-three seconds, and this yellow leaf must be bounced into the stream next to it by a branch......

Everything seems to have a thread of fate attached to it that we can't see. And the other end of these countless threads is connected to the same spinning wheel of the goddess of fate. These "destinies" are often so hidden that you don't even notice their existence, and if you do, you can't help but marvel at how cleverly arranged they are.

Perhaps only these "air waders" I know are truly free, unbound and bound by fate, and able to break away from the endgame of these fates and choose their own way forward; And maybe our --- me and the old troll Carlson---- the primitives who have awakened from the bondage of fate. It is also a group of people who have mastered their own destiny and "freedom".

But are these "freedoms" real? How do I know that instead of breaking free from a narrow bondage, I have fallen into a larger, more hidden, undetectable bondage of fate? How do I know that what I am facing now is not guided by the same spinning thread of fate, and with the spindle turning, constantly moving towards some predestined destiny? It's not just me, those who are involved in the air---- those who are "free" in the air---- are they really the real freedom?

Regardless of how all this happens, there is no doubt that we live in a world of countless laws and laws. The gods who created this world and made these laws hold everything in their hands, which is a great boon for many religious fanatics. "God created everything. God controls everything, God takes care of everything", how ideal is such a world?

So, is the world really as invulnerable as the legend says?

"It's not a perfect world!" I'm a fellow alien from a foreign land, an awakened native, a wise old man of trolls, so says Calson, the troll witch doctor.

"If everything in the world works perfectly according to strict fixed laws...... he told me. …… So. I won't exist, you won't exist. This room we are in......" he pointed with his staff to the inner wall of the room that had been "fraudulent" from the hands of the Most High God...... Nor will it exist. ”

"As long as you are willing to look, there are flaws everywhere in this world. In fact, it seems to me that the gods have made more mistakes in this world than they created. Carlsen's words are like a hammer cut through the rock, strong and powerful.

He was criticizing the gods and accusing them of making mistakes. Such blasphemous words frightened me, I bounced up from my seat as if I had been pierced in the ass by a steel needle, and subconsciously looked around left and right in a cold sweat--- of course, in this room where I couldn't even find a doorknob, I saw nothing but the walls---- and then I couldn't help but want to reach out and cover the mouth of this presumptuous old troll---- you know. I am one of the few people in the world who has actually seen a god descend with my own eyes---- even though it may have been a very low-level GM god--- his glorious and tall image, profound wisdom---- and sexy and resolute leg ----hair have impressed me so deeply, how can I not be in awe?

"Calm down, my friend, I have a reason for saying that......" Carlson Sr. put his cane on my shoulder, gently pushing me back into my seat. His expression at this time did not seem to mock the delight of the gods behind his back, nor did he deliberately contradict and slander the rebellion of the gods, but smiled as always, as if he was calmly recounting the fact ----that in fact, it was his calm attitude that gave me enough courage to continue listening to his rebellious words.

"You ask me if I can find another way to deal with Black Sizz. I'm telling you, in theory, it's possible. Carlson methodically continued, "And the basis for this possibility is that the gods made a small mistake. ”

With a flick of his arm, the magic scroll in mid-air transformed into a scene at the top of the command tower. In the picture, I see Lady Black Sir Dengot standing alone in front of the crumbling wall, looking down solemnly over the fortress.

"Lonely old virgin......" said Carlson Sr., with disdain on his face, "...... The ears are so short, and the teeth are wrapped around the lips. It's not sexy at all...... Creating such an ugly woman is, of course, one of the biggest mistakes the gods have made

It turns out that there is no direct correlation between "intelligence" and "aesthetics".

“…… But it has nothing to do with your life or death. What I want you to see is the gap in the wall in front of her. What do you think. Did you find any of their features? ”

"Hmm...... Let me think about it......" I widened my eyes, trying to find something mysterious in the middle of the broken walls...... Oh, it's funny, these notches are all on the walls. ^^Junzitang^^ It's a wonderful coincidence, but I don't see how much it has to do with me......"

"Ahem......" Old Carlson glared at me with a gloomy face.

"Okay, okay......" I raised my hands awkwardly, "...... I'm sorry, I'll admit I didn't see anything, you tell me quickly, I'm almost choking with curiosity. ”

Despite the insincerity of my words, it still made Carlson smile smugly: "I knew you couldn't see the difference...... "Then you still want me to see it?" “…… At such times, with your ordinary eyes, you can only be blinded by false illusions. So. You're going to look at it this way......"

"Carlson? Mr. Carlson? I'm tired of swimming in the ocean of true origins, if there's anything you'd like to tell me, please let me know? In the endless rows of green "0" and "1" symbols, I said helplessly. The eccentric old troll seems to enjoy playing tricks on his ability to restore everything to its digital origin, and likes to do so at every turn.

Notice the symbol...... "I don't know how he did it, I saw a long row of irregular numbers flashing in my eyes." Although I don't know what exactly they mean. But I just knew that Carlson was looking at them.

"Originally, these gaps in the top of the tower would not have blocked the entry and exit of intruders. For example, you just jumped out of this gap at the top of the tower; But Black Sir himself was impassable. Do you know what that means? ”

"If this old woman wanted to, she could drag our shinks and throw our corpses whole, while we could only chop her into eighteen pieces and throw them one by one." I thought about it, then replied.

"Uh...... Basically, at least I've seen no less than sixty unlucky ghosts being forced down by this woman to the wall with a hammer. But you need to note that compared to the other symbols that represent the notch in the wall, this one gap leaves a small flaw, perhaps because the gods have forgotten something, it is missing an important field---- a field that protects Black Sir from falling from the building. ”

"That is to say......"

"In other words, if you can take the chance, you can push her off the tower from here. At such heights, unless her health quadruples. Otherwise, there will be no chance of survival. ”

That's probably one of my favorite phrases from the old troll.

"That sounds like a good idea."

“…… The premise is that you're alive at the time, and she's standing right in front of the gap, and you're on her inside, and you're using a knockback skill, and she doesn't interrupt your ......ability at the time," Magnus gushed.

"Wait......" so many "just happens" gave me a very bad premonition in my heart, and I decided to skip all his assumptions and go straight to a simple result: "...... What are my chances of success? ”

"It's a little bit better than the chance of being struck by lightning twice in your life."

"Thank you for telling me this, which has raised my odds of survival from 1 in infinity to 1 in infinity minus 1 in 1. I feel much safer now. I gave him a hard look.

"Hey, I'm not done yet!" Carlson quickly added, "If I told you that I have a way to increase the odds to more than ninety percent." What do you think? ”

"What should I do?" I immediately carefully tucked away the disrespectful whites of my eyes in my pupils, and looked at the old fellow with admiration on my face.

"If I were you, I would stand in this gap before her and lure her to attack you......" The unfathomable smug smile on Carlson Sr. never faded, "...... Remember, at this time, you must not dodge, you cannot resist, and you must not be hit by her, you can only pray that her attack misses. She freezes for 0.5 seconds after an attack. You'll have to get around her back within that time, then use skills like dashes, raids, and other skills that can knock back your opponent, and then ...... You get the idea? ”

"I think I understand, but ......" from his explanation. I found a very important problem," ...... How can I dodge her attack? ”

"That's what only I can do." Magnus said to me, "You know, Black Jazz's attack turnover rate is about 0.3 percent, which means she makes every 300 or so attacks. There is bound to be a mistake. And all I can do for you is ...... when she attacks."

"Raise her error rate to 100 percent?" I asked, my eyes lit up.

"Fart!" Carlsen slammed my head with his staff---- I lost twelve lives for it---- "I told you that changing the laws of the gods is easy to discover, and the punishment will be devastating. It's impossible to ignore a change that is so obvious about improving the error rate, do you want me to die with you? ”

“…… So what do you want to do? I asked, grinning, covering my head.

"It's a difficult move, and I have to dive deeper into the rules of the world, making more subtle adjustments so that the 3 out of 1,000 chance of a miss happens to happen when the blow that hits you happens."

"By chance?" I feel like my brain is a little underwhelmed.

"Yes. By chance. For the gods who are watching the world, the mistake of this moment is a random and uncontrollable accident, but for us it is a premeditated necessity. ”

"Sounds esoteric...... "I was at a loss, and then I felt a lot more relieved," ...... But anyway. You're going to let her blow blow up. Right? ”

"A trick to deceive the eyes of the gods, I've never done it before. But it does work in theory. Admittedly, there is a great deal of danger in this kind of thing. But if you decide to go back to your space-wading friends now, I can do that for you. Carlson Sr. looked at me eagerly.

I know it's a tough choice, for him, for me. But just as he could not give up a human with the same fate as him in the long solitude after waking up, I could not give up everything in the world called "Falvi" out there, and I could not give up on those who had walked with me along the way.

Whatever choice we make, our whole life is a risk-taking, isn't it?

"I don't know how to thank you." In the short time we have known each other, no matter how many misunderstandings have arisen between us, at this time. It was the first time I had expressed my gratitude to this alien old man so solemnly.

"Who would scarce your cheap gratitude?" Carlson lamented, "I'd rather you give up this adventure......"

The bloodthirsty storm of the brutal murder weapon kept roaring in the back of my head, and I couldn't tell whether I was purposefully luring the enemy deeper or if I was really driven by fear. Thanks to the "Wind Elf Tracks" on my feet, as I level up, it can already give me an additional 7% increase in movement speed, which allows me to escape the Black Jazz by a fraction of a second in a matter of time. The gap that Carlson called "the mistake of the gods" was right in front of me, and I had to use my life to prove whether it was the gods who were always right or Carlson himself who went wrong.

"Yes. That's the direction, if I shout to stop, you have to stop immediately, otherwise you'll be the one who falls. Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen......" Carlson's voice whispered incessantly in my ear, and I could hear that his tone, though still relaxed, was as nervous as I was---- after all, if our little trick went wrong, no one could guarantee that the punishment of the gods would not fall on him.

"Watch out, Jeff, she's about to catch up with you!" The fairy descended to the ground with a sharp voice. Shouted at me at a very inopportune time.

"Keep going, ten, nine, eight......" I felt Magnus sweat all over his vocal cords.

"Turn, turn, and you'll be in a dead end any further......" the fairy's vocal cords seemed to be about to break.

"What is this idiot woman yelling about...... Damn, how many did I count? Can you do one more lap? ”

"Are you true or false? Stop *** kidding! Carlson's words scared the hell out of me. I couldn't help but yell at the sky.

"What did you say?" The fairy screamed at me in wonder.

"Shut up for me!" I'm saying this to the elven druid girl.

"Stop!" At the same time, I finally heard Magnusson's loud signal--- in fact I didn't even hear what he was talking about, the earth-shattering thunderclap had blown me off---- and he suddenly turned up the volume of the conversation with me in order to confront the screaming elf girl.

I subconsciously turned around, and the sledgehammer of Black Sir was like a meteorite falling from the sky. In an instant, a black shadow enveloped the sky above me. I watched a great darkness fall from the sky with the sound of the hunting wind, leaving me no room to hide.

In my current situation, you will know that the impermanence of human life is really sighing: when it is dark and bright, a battle will pass like this, and when it is dark and not bright, a lifetime will pass like this......

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

"Ah......h

Eyes lit up......

Enlightened!

The sky was shining brightly. Everything in the world is full of life, and every broken brick and stone under your feet seems to be singing, singing a tribute to life.

I'm alive!

With the word "mistake" on his head in bright red, he was lucky to be alive!

In the face of an irresistible enemy, he chose to fight to the end and lived bravely!

It's good to be alive.

The heavy hammer ghostly landed on the remnants of the wall beside me, splattering a trail of flying rubble.

Perhaps it was such a powerful blow that made Black Jazz lose his balance in an instant. so that she could not attack again immediately; Or maybe she couldn't figure out how this killer blow could have been so outrageous. It made her mind trance. In short, after this blow. I had 0.5 of a second.

0.5 seconds to turn defeat into victory.

I've never experienced such a long 0.5 second.

I've never seen such a dull black jazz.

Step, turn, raise shield, stretch out your hand...... A low-level skill called "Impact".

I even had enough time to smile goodbye to Sir Black's back.

Then, I saw a beautiful and bewitching figure with an unstable footing, helplessly moving forward.

Ahead, there is an endless sky.

Do you want to know what is the proudest thing I've done in my life as a man?

Black Sizz, a beautiful woman, at this moment, I pushed her down.

(It's all become a weekly shift......

Bubbling, proof I'm alive! ）