After the death of Baron Bink, there was nothing more to be remembered in this gravel fortress. #本章节随风手打. #我们快步向着要塞的出口走去, it wasn't long before the ruined gate was in sight, and the magical vortex flowing inside the door formed a powerful and magical barrier, separating the inside and outside the door into two completely different worlds.

Seeing that I was about to leave, I felt an unspeakable apology for the old Carlson, who had to be confined to the fortress. I was about to "go out", and for me, this simple "going out" was a luxury that could never be imagined for him. In fact, I have nothing to apologize for, the scales of the gods that carry the chips of fate are still fair after all, I have been given far wider freedom than he has, and he has been given power beyond my comprehension.

But I still feel a little sorry. After all, it was I who had voluntarily left this newfound friend, leaving this free soul alone in this imprisoned space.

"I'm ...... old man. Going......" I whispered to him.

"Will we meet again?" The old troll's voice sounded as calm as ever, but I could still hear the subtle hint of anticipation hidden in his tone.

"I'm afraid it won't be for a while......" I thought for a moment before replying, "...... The road to here is not very smooth, and if I want to come alone, it will take at least fifty-six or seven levels. ^^^^ it will take at least two or three months. ”

"Fortunately, it didn't take long...... "Carlson was far more cheerful than I thought." …… I've been here alone for almost a year now. I don't care if I wait a few more months. ”

"I'll do it as soon as possible!" I promise.

"Don't forget about me, the old blue-skinned man......," Magnus laughed, "...... But seriously, you're a strange person, and I feel more like an air wader. If I didn't have the power to see through the origin of the world, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see through your origins at all. In fact, I was once immersed in research, trying to find a field from the source world that really describes a soul, and the soul seems to be something that cannot be described with simple 0s and 1s. I just feel like you have a truly complete soul and mine is mutilated--- which is probably the main reason why I can't get out of the fortress......"

“…… I have a hunch. Boy, I'm afraid you're going to be a terrible guy in the future...... So, don't die before that......"

"You're just!" Looking back at the ruins of the gravel fortress for the last time, I didn't feel much sympathy for his mysterious exclamation, but just spat the ground, and then walked out of the castle gate with his head held high...... Way back. ^^^^ along the way, the rotten and beasts whose souls had been corrupted by toxins were still entrenched. Rage after storm on us, but we don't have to deal with them as hard as they did when they came. Soon. Once again, we came to the manor that belonged to the young Baron Debink.

The inhabitants of the manor are still armed with rudimentary weapons, fighting bravely against the Corrupt who have gathered from the wilderness. As when we came, the battle here is always in a constant equilibrium: every time one of the soulless rotting zombies falls, another will come out of nowhere to join the fight; And Miss Lemore always unleashes the magic of restoring life at the right time, so that no one of the inhabitants will die in this battle.

This local conflict of destruction and defence seems to have been going on since we left, and I doubt that it will continue as such after we leave. Until the next wave of people like us comes along.

Everything was as the gods had meant it, and once again we had destroyed the rotting invaders, once again welcomed into the manor with the enthusiasm of the inhabitants like lambs to the slaughter, and once again repaired our broken equipment at the price of being looted. ==

My friends have not forgotten the request of the deceased Baron, and they have told his sister of the Baron's death, for which each of them has been paid more than twelve hundred points of soul power and three gold coins. I watched from afar as it all happened. Didn't do the same thing as they did. I'm not like my friends who are space-waders. I don't use such concise words to convey this cruel news, and I don't know how to deal with this poor girl who has just lost her last loved one.

According to the laws of this world. Every time a person returns from the Gravel Fortress, it brings the news of the Baron's death once again, and the young girl suffers this great pain once more. I don't know how this fragile girl can survive these countless traumatic wounds, but in the slightest kindness in my heart, I think that such sadness, even if it can only happen once, is good.

Since the fate of the gods cannot be reversed, at least let me reduce the grief of the loss of a loved one---- I hope.

And, in my mind, I have always had the unrealistic illusion that in this world, a job is only done when you are paid, and for you, it is unchangeable and unrepeatable and ends forever. ^^^^

Until then, it's not the end, and you can even think that it didn't begin, or ......

…… And doesn't exist?

If I had told Mademoiselle Le Mole of the Baron's death, everything would have been decided forever, and there would be no place for it. And if I don't say it, and she doesn't listen, this message, which has been judged by the gods, will be interrupted between me and her forever, perhaps...... I know it sounds silly, but I really feel that way...... Perhaps, this matter has been submerged and covered up. It has become a fault line in the torrent of countless information. Disappeared and ceased to exist. The life and death of Baron Bink is still undecided, and there is hope for Mademoiselle Lemore---- at least between me and her, at least for me and her.

Everything, will it be like this?

In this world made up of two simple numbers, does this thought of mine really touch the hidden laws of this world?

Or is it just a cowardly escape by a coward?

Eventually. I didn't complete the task, but left it in my mission log. ^^^^ until a long, long time later, it remains the only page of failure left in my unfinished life's journey.

We had only been away for less than half a minute, and when we looked back, the small manor was once again surrounded by a swarm of rows. The glow of Mademoiselle Lemore's divine magic flickered in the quiet evening air from time to time, like a magnolia blooming in a corner that was gradually eroded by darkness, sowing a seed called "hope" in this corroded and desperate place.

There, a younger sister waits for his brother from an expedition. She will wait a long time, but never in despair. In this story, there is no death and no sorrow. Having land is just endless hope and expectation. It's a happy story.

At least, for me, that's ......

Back at the Gravel Outpost, my Skywade friends were exhausted--- and I remember that this was indeed the longest adventure I've ever had with them. In fact, before they even stepped out of the swamp, they were already groggy and crumbling, and they must have looked listless. Even the corpse-decaying ones on the way can be called "vibrant---- in fact, I did wonder for a moment if they were really poisoned by the violent corpses, and were quietly evolving in the direction of the walking dead, and were ready to split the four of them at any time and escape.

Thankfully, this tragic scene didn't happen to us after all---- they were really just overtired. In the end, under the solidarity and friendship of helping each other, under the support of the honor of saving the world. Guided by the brave and fearless faith of the adventurer---- of course. Perhaps more importantly, driven by greed for risk-taking rewards**---- they finally returned to the Gravel Outpost. Tired and tired, he received the reward from Major Gutierrez for this entrusted adventure, and then he "went offline" and left contentedly.

At night, the mountains were quiet and deep, and the campfires in the camp spewed violently, shaking the shadows around them in horror. There was silence in the outpost, and human and orc soldiers patrolled around the wooden walls that were more than two people high, and there was not a single alien traveler here except me.

Sitting by the campfire, I looked boredly through my magical diary. In addition to the quest to deliver a letter to Miss Lemol, there are six or seven other quests recorded here, some of which are difficult to complete because of my lack of level, and some of which require an adventure with a group of companions to continue, the only one that has no restrictions is the alchemist's exclusive quest that I accidentally received in the Gravel Fortress: "The Installation of the Fusion".

However, unlike the introduction of other quests, this open-ended quest is too brief to be completely unfocused: find the four "Parts of the Fusion", assemble them together, and explore its mysteries, and you will go one step further in your quest for knowledge. Where to go? Who to look for? How do I do it? What does it do? There is no mention of it in the mission description...... There are no clues.

Confused, I took out the rucksack of the three parts I had already gathered, hoping to find something in it. It was a closed container with an inside and outside body, a double spiral tube, and a strangely shaped metal stand, and the shelves were oddly shaped and sturdy, supposed to hold something heavy and likely to vibrate violently. With what little alchemical knowledge I have, it is unlikely that a device of this bracket size will have a strong shock, and the only possibility is that it is a spiral-shaped instrument that rotates at high speeds......

Somehow, an image of an object popped up in my mind. It was a hand-mill-sized thing with a lid, and a hatch on one side that could fit in solid about two fingers wide. When activated, it glows slightly blue. And it makes some noise, and it sounds like there's a box spinning at high speed inside.

I can even remember where I saw it: right here, in this outpost. When we find the heart of a mutant zombie, we find Mr. Wagner, the outpost's pharmacist. When he helped us analyze the composition of the heart, he used such a strangely shaped instrument. In retrospect, it seems that there were still some fixed screws and connections to the pipes on that instrument, and it didn't seem to be a finished product, but I didn't pay attention to it at the time.

It occurred to me that I should visit Mr. Wagner as soon as possible. My gut told me that doing so would bring me unexpected gains.

It was getting late, but the lights in Mr. Wagner's tent had not been extinguished. The intoxicated field pharmacist was hunched around the test bench at this time, carefully pouring various potions into the crystal beaker in front of him, and from time to time a bubble or a puff of green smoke rose in front of him. The bright light reflected his figure on the tent, stretching his already dry and thin figure even more rugged, and his slender fingers were stretched into the shape of dead branches by the light, dancing chaotically on the tent, making people feel a terrifying feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

I gently lifted the curtain. Just about to say hello, suddenly, with a soft sound of "bang". == A miserable green mist spread out in front of Mr. Wagner. "Hahaha......" A low, dark chuckle floated out of the pharmacist's mouth, like a sharp awl piercing my eardrums, making me feel an uncomfortable itch all over my body. He stretched out his right hand and gently picked up a small bottle of blue-gray viscous potion, his back still bent sideways, his head slightly turned back half a circle, and he glanced at me with those gray eyes that were already bloodshot.

“…… You're just in time, young man......" he said with a smile narrowing his eyes. The frenzy hidden in that smile made me feel a little uneasy," ...... You have witnessed a great moment when my experiments have just been successful, when perfect life has been created in my hands, and from this moment on, history will be rewritten, and humble humanity will officially enter the realm of the gods. Start today. All life on the continent of Falvi will have eternal power. The empire of the last days will eventually be vulnerable. Birth of a Savior! The Savior is born tonight......"

Wagner raised the potion in his hand high, his eyes staring at it proudly. There seemed to be a layer of burning under his eyes, a morbid frenzy that seemed to burn himself to ashes first.

I was shocked by what he had in his hands, and the evil color and brilliance that had become nightmarish memories for a time--- at the top of the Command Tower of the Gravel Fortress, at the Fallen Witch Black Sir Arthur? In Dengot's hand---- it was the original solution of the finished product of the undead toxin, and my friends and I went through several lives and deaths to destroy it, and even the residual liquid was dumped to the point that there was not a drop left, but what I didn't expect was that in the only four hours after I returned to my own outpost, this dangerous product that was enough to destroy the entire continent actually appeared in the hands of a "own person". ==

"This ...... It's ......"

"That's right...... Wagner looked at me and nodded, "...... This is the toxin extracted from the infected heart you gave me. Ah, wonderful beings, these little things that cannot be seen by the naked eye have a majestic vitality that you can't imagine, how wonderful it is that they dominate the giant, how wonderful it is that they control the wisdom instinctively, they are the most powerful creatures in the world, and the magnificent beauty of them cannot be described in words......"

“…… However, I don't want to kill myself with it. I succeeded in modifying them so that they would enhance the host's abilities without destroying his brain. If our thinking does not change and our wisdom does not lose, we can keep our souls and our knowledge and power can grow forever. It's going to be the most perfect life ever, you know? In the place of the gods, I have completed the evolution of life! ”

"I declare that I will never monopolize this great achievement, and that I will benefit every life in this world, and that every soul will share in the opportunity to touch eternity. The future, the endless future, it's waiting for us, here we are! It's coming!! ”

He shouted hysterically with joy, as if chanting a hymn with joy and solemnity; His eyes were rosy and tears welled up in his eyes, clearly moved by his crazy thoughts. Damn, I swear this is the most genius and generous madman I've ever met, who wholeheartedly and unreservedly blesses humanity in a way that ...... It's actually ...... Poison everyone?

"You're crazy, put it down for me! You're going to ruin it all! I drew my sword and aimed it at his chest, angry and terrified. This isn't a dungeon area controlled by Carlson Sr., and I can't guarantee what the consequences of the toxin spreading here will be. Even though I still doubt the consequences it will have, I don't dare to try the ending lightly.

"Pathetic life, jealous of the wise, afraid of change. Weapons can only arm your body, but they can never protect your weak soul. Thankfully......" Wagner glanced at me contemptuously out of the corner of his eye, and brought the bottle full of potions in his hand closer to his pale lips......

“…… Thanks...... The world ...... It's not in your hands......"

"No!" I screamed and rushed forward to stop his madness. However, it was too late, and he took the deadly poison before my sword could cut off his arm.

"Ah......h His skin grew paler, and all the smooth, delicate vitality faded from his skin, and dark purple veins faintly revealed that covered his cheeks. All the changes made him more and more similar to those who roamed the lowlands of Hitvideo, the only difference was that although his pupils had turned a murderous dark red, they still retained a shimmer of rationality, not completely eroded by the walking corpse's instinct to hate the living.

I was about to catch up and make up for another sword, when suddenly, the ground in front of the test bench sank deep, revealing a pitch-black tunnel. Wagner, who had already begun to decay, immediately rolled into the tunnel, along with his instruments, and the entire tunnel began to collapse until the hole was completely sealed.

"No one can stop the evolution of intelligence, no one ......" until it disappeared, Wagner did not forget to shout loudly. His proclamation was hoarse and poignant, like a ghost of resentful spirits that wandered in the world but could not be seen, and could not be dissipated for a long time......

(Weekly?) Monthly changes? Quarterly update?

No, it can only be counted as one more.

The only thing that is for sure.

I'm still writing.

And......

I'm not done yet. ）