I stood at the top of the tower, hugging half of the ruined wall and trembling and poking out half of my head. The tower was so high that I felt dizzy. The plump and beautiful back of the Black Sir was lying prone on the masonry at the bottom of the tower in an unprecedentedly miserable posture, his silver-white hair scattered and scattered, and the ends of his hair were dyed with a fiery and dead red with the blood gushing from beneath him.

She is really dead, this woman who betrayed the pride of her people because of the betrayal of her people, this woman who intends to practice the justice she adheres to with desperate slaughter. Perhaps, she would have been resurrected countless times in the other dungeons, telling the dark story countless times to the adventurers who were about to kill her or be killed by her, but now, here, her life has literally disappeared, and we have succeeded in our great mission to save the world.

"Carlson, Carlson? Are you still alive? "I suddenly remembered the co-conspirators with whom I had concocted this murder. The death of the Black Sir is not entirely a sign of the success of our scheme, and the success of deceiving the eyes of the gods is a greater and more complete victory than the death of this desperate woman.

“…… If you really care so much about my life or death, then you should have followed my advice and abandoned this task just now......" The old troll's angry voice came to his ears, "...... Now it's useful to pretend to care about it again? ”

"I suddenly feel that it is worth looking forward to letting the gods discover your tricks and straighten your pot......" Hearing his answer, my heart suddenly calmed down.

"Shut your foul mouth, they don't have a chance to do it. The time just now was too rushed, and I still made a little mistake. Carlson's words made my heart tighten.

"What's going on?" I hurriedly asked.

"One of the associated fields was not handled properly, and it was not only your Black Sir who made a mistake in the attack just now, there were a total of thirty-seven Black Sizz who missed the attack at the same moment. If any of the gods had taken a closer look, it would have been possible to find traces of the modifications. Carlson's words were filled with a tone of chagrin.

"Is the problem serious? Will you be in danger? I asked worriedly.

"Would you pull your head and count how many hairs there were?" Carlson asked me suddenly, inexplicably.

"No, I don't have that time to spare." I subconsciously replied, having no idea what he meant by asking such a question at this time.

"Yes, you don't have the time, the gods don't have it, they have a lot of more important things to do. So don't worry, they can't count our hairs. I'm not satisfied just because I think I could do a better job. Although he said that he was dissatisfied with his work, it could not hide the smug boasting tone that he had succeeded in deceiving the gods.

"Calm down, perfectionist, you can see the fanged gums in your mouth." Even if I can't see his appearance, I can fully imagine his villainous face now. I'm not at all glad he got out safely. Really, not at all!

"No more, the elven woman behind you is coming. Her ears were just right, but her teeth were all in her mouth. Can such a thing be called a woman? The wild boars are all better looking than her. I don't know how an elven man could have been subjected to such a monster......" Carlsen used his unique aesthetic of belonging only to the troll clan to criticize the appearance of the elven druid fairy behind me with her face to the ground, until the disgruntled chatter faded into my ears.

I turned my head and saw the elven druid girl walking towards me with her mouth slightly open, her face full of astonishment.

"I can't believe it! How so? She actually died. What's going on? ”

Worst! I was only concerned about making sure Carlsen was safe, but only now did I realize that I had forgotten one very important thing, and that was what kind of lie I used to cover up the incredible fact that I had killed Black Sir alone. You know, as a warrior who has always been honest and upright, I've never been good at covering up the truth with deception, and even more so now making up a lie without any preparation. So, I decided to be honest and honest:

"I ...... I don't know what's going on, it's ...... It was a complete accident, she probably just wanted to play peek-a-boo with us, and accidentally ......"

The fairy looked at me with disdain: "Do you think the people of the whole country will believe this reason?" ”

I looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle purely, and the sunset stained my cheeks red......

Soon, the lives of Niu Million, Dingding Xiaoge and Nocturne were resurrected at the bottom of the tower. The first thing they saw after their resurrection was the corpse of the dead Black Sizz. Niu Million's eyes were about to fall out, he carefully circled the corpse three times, and after making sure that Black Sir would not suddenly jump up and resurrect to give him a hammer blow, this great paladin, who specializes in escape skills and has grandmaster-level lost skills, finally with his unique mindset and incomparably rich life experience, naturally came up with a reasonable explanation that could only make him accept reality:

"Brothers, we seem to have entered someone else's copy by mistake......"

"Okay, when we take all the mission items, you can find four people to accompany you again. I don't want to die in this hellish place again......" I said as I slowly walked out of the tower and said to the paladin.

"This ...... How is this possible? With just the two of you, you can hack Black Sir to death? "Nocturne in B-flat minor obviously can't accept this too impactful fact.

"To be exact, I did it alone!" I hugged my shoulders and nodded triumphantly. Now I kind of understand why so many people are keen to take risks and risk their lives to accomplish difficult tasks - the pride of being in the spotlight of all the amazing looks is so refreshing.

"You did it alone? Shameless! Carlson's faint rebuke rang in my ears, but it was immediately ignored by my auditory nerves.

The fairy rushed out from behind me, incoherently recounting what she had just witnessed. Listening to her story, the faces of the unlucky ghosts who died and came back to life showed expressions of amazement, envy, and then jealousy.

"Hell, this kind of thing is happening!" Niu Million shook his big head and said in annoyance.

"If you're going to admire my record, 'hell' isn't the right word. If you don't mind, I know there's a fitting adjective called 'wise and brave'. "I kindly reminded the minotaur, who apparently didn't have much language talent.

"All I know is a fitting term called 'shit luck......,'" the orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge muttered quietly.

This is a common problem of many intelligent beings in this world, who always like to attribute other people's success to accidental factors such as luck, and completely fail to see how much courage and wisdom have been poured into me behind this seemingly accidental luck...... Well, well, it's me and Carlson's...... Okay, well, I'll admit, if you were to sort by the size and weight of the output, it would be Carlson and mine - but can't I sort by the first letter of the lingua franca?

However, while I didn't get the credit and respect I deserved from my mates, with the elusive word "luck" as a cover, I didn't have to go to great lengths to make up lies to cover up Carlson's existence. It couldn't be easier to convince these lazy agnostics that all this is a miracle of luck - believe me, for a minotaur who squats in a broken house and slaughters rats and can burst out of a stone of faith, he can accept everything in this world with "luck" without any psychological barrier.

Everyone took the items from Black Sizz's corpse that symbolized the completion of the mission - a lock of her silver hair, and also seized some fairly good pieces of loot, unfortunately not enough equipment for a warrior. However, I didn't find nothing, and in Black Jazz's body, I found "Part 3 of the Fusion". This is a double helix pipe, with a horizontal pipe at intervals connecting the two spiral pipes evenly. Along with this part, there is also an alchemist's class quest: collect all four "Parts of the Fusion" to complete the installation of the Fusion.

A series of battles has allowed each of us to grow noticeably, and when we first entered the fortress, even the miscellaneous soldiers guarding the gates caused us a lot of trouble, and by the time we withdrew, those guys were no longer a threat to us.

Soon, we reached the edge of the inner city, climbing up the broken gap in the wall, and in front of us was the square where we had fought the three monsters, Merril. I remember where the young owner of the little manor, the brother of the strong priest Mademoiselle Le Mole, the gallant Baron Binck, and his men rested there. The Black Jazz have been wiped out, and they must have gone home. The younger sister will be able to meet the long-awaited brother, the soldiers will be able to re-protect their loved ones in the territory, and everything will be back on the right and beautiful track. Only in this way can we prove that it is worth it to go on this dangerous adventure from birth to death.

I thought so.

Passing through the gap, turning the fountain that had been shattered into rubble, we saw Baron Bink and his attendants once more.

Young bodies were scattered everywhere, each one pierced by a sharp blade. Whether it's a short sword or a spear, these sharp weapons are obviously pushed by a tremendous force, nailing these bodies firmly to the dirt, between walls, and on tree trunks, and extinguishing all life in the most momentary moment.

And the most shocking thing is that it is the palms of these young deceased people who are holding these sharp weapons tightly.

What's going on here? What was it that made them end their young lives in a way that was even more resolute and decisive than they were with their enemies?

"Ahem...... cough was heard under a charred dead tree. Following the prestige, we saw the dying face of Baron Bink. His face was terribly white, but there was an unsettling red tide under his eyes, and after all this time, the wound on his left leg showed no signs of healing, but was still bleeding profusely—who knows, the sticky, smelly yellow liquid may no longer be a human bloodstain.

"Ahem...... Brave people, I have ...... You can't feel the power of the Black Jazz, you ...... Have you accomplished your great mission? The baron gasped incessantly and asked us with difficulty.

"Yes." The nearest Niu million answered his question with only one word - these eloquent space-waders always seemed to like to use this simple and almost rude way to talk to the natives, no matter how complex the communication, they could direct the conversation to the information they needed in just one or two words.

"The mercy of the Most High God feeds all things...... Law...... The continent of Falvi was saved...... Our sacrifice...... Pregnant...... With the reward......"

"What the hell is going on here?" Ding Ding Xiaoge asked.

"In ...... After you left, we realized that our injuries were not simple. Our pastor says it's a toxin that quietly swallows our souls and turns us into ...... Become a completely irrational corrupt person and ...... Attacks all living creatures with souls. Our bodies have become vehicles for the transmission of toxins, and returning home will only harm our loved ones and many more people. There is no medicine to treat us, and we have lost all hope......"

“…… But even so...... My men did not give up the fight either. Our lives may be worthless, but we can still use death as a last resort. Everyone ends their lives before the toxin finally strikes. In order not to become wandering zombies, they ...... They crucified themselves to the ground......"

“…… It's mine...... My time is almost up...... Honorable people. The Most High God had mercy on me so that I could hear the news of victory before I died. I...... I...... Ahem......" Suddenly, the young baron coughed violently, and the liquid he coughed up was the same viscous yellow as the one on his wound. The muscles on his face became more and more wooden, and the serenity in his eyes was gradually being drowned out by an empty woodness.

"Kill me......" he yelled at us, "...... This is my last request...... For the last dignity of a human being...... Kill me! ”

What's going on? We brought his sister's blessing to him just a moment ago, and now we are going to witness his death? Could it be that in this world, the thoughts and blessings of relatives are so powerless, the heroic justice is so cheap, and the kind life is so fragile, and all these things are added together, and they can't resist the life of a little toxin?

Is it true that the meaning of life exists only to wait for death? And are all the noble and great qualities that are revealed in the course of life meaningless appendages?

How can people be willing? How can people be convinced?

"Save him! Carlson, let him get home alive! I chanted silently from the bottom of my heart, pleading with my alien friend who could see through the power.

"It can't be, my friend, I can't do it......," Carlson's voice was gloomy, "...... He is the one who is bound to die here in the law of the gods, and no one can change this reality. ”

"You can! Tell me you can! It's just this little toxin, we've all been hurt, but we're all alive! It's not a deadly poison at all, we all know it. He doesn't have to die here at all! "I'm going crazy. I couldn't watch this handsome young man die like this.

Yes, if this closed copy of the world is unique, if everything in this world moves forward according to a single logic, if everything we do is unique, then we have succeeded in saving the world. In all conscience, after saving billions of lives, the life of this young baron alone is really slight, and I probably don't really care about the life and death of these two people.

However, this is not the case. It is a parallel world, a repetitive world, a world where everything is repeating and everything is circulating and everything is running in vain, and everything we do can only be mechanically measured by the gains of the soul and money, without any substantial impact on the world.

If we can't stop this only death that is happening before our eyes, we will be saved from anyone!

We work in vain, we do nothing, we are a superfluous and powerless bunch, mediocre and blind in this world, not knowing why this is happening, not knowing what will become of us.

I have never looked forward to change so much as this moment, even if it means rebelling against God's majesty. I have never been more eager to save a life than I am at this moment, because it largely determines whether or not our existence in this world is meaningful.

"You're crazy...... Magnus yelled in my ear, "...... He's not like you, and we all know that! We all know that it wasn't the bullshit confiscation that really killed him, the bullshit wound, or the toxins raised by the bitch. It was those fields that really killed him, you know? Fields that can't be deleted, can't be changed, can't be touched! Modifying him means a total collapse! You're committing suicide, you're killing yourself, you know? ”

“…… Can't we 'really' do something? "From the bottom of my heart, there is great sorrow.

Carlson's roar fell silent for a moment, and it was a long time before he whispered to me:

"Live, friend, live well......"

Stay alive! Indeed, this seems to have become the only way for rebellious beings like us to prove the meaning of their existence......

The baron is still dead after all, and Nocturne in B flat minor nails him with his saber. No one can change the laws of fate, not even those who have escaped fate like us.

"Tell...... My sister, I ...... Love...... She, love them all, and my soul will bless them in heaven and ...... forever"

At the end of his life, he entrusted this task to us.