Who are you?

A voice asked.

Who are you?

Drifting again, confusion, a cold nothingness spreading up and down Zhou's body.

Death. This is death?

"Nope." The voice that asked him said. "Karil Lohals, nameless ghost, this is not death."

Boom ——!

Thunder roared.

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"It's not death." A man said to him.

He had a swarthy face, a laurel wreath on his head, and gold armor. He was tired, and even if he looked almost divine and wore sumptuous gold armor, he could not hide the tiredness that rose from his bones.

"Who are you?" After a brief pause, the ghost asked.

"Who are you?" The man asked rhetorically.

Then, he shook his head to himself.

"Are you Karil Lohals? No, you're not. Karil Lohals is long dead, and at the last moment of his life he knocked on the gates of hell, and you, you ghost, came from behind the gates. ”

The blue sky behind the man was so hot, and a round of the sun hanging high slowly radiated its light in the sky.

Brilliance......

The ghost couldn't help but raise his hand and cover his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen such intense natural light, and seeing the sun again almost made him cry.

But...... He couldn't ignore that question.

"Who the hell are you?" The ghost asked in a low voice.

The man didn't answer, just stood in the sun and stared at him. His gaze was peaceful, but it made the ghost feel a strange irritation.

"Are you one of them?" The ghost suppressed his emotions and asked in a cold voice.

"Nope." The man shook his head. "I'm not."

His words did not provide any evidence, but, for some reason, the ghost believed him.

Just one sentence - he believes.

"So, who the hell are you?"

"I can't answer that question for you." The man said. "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't know how to answer."

"Is there anyone in the world who doesn't know who he really is?"

"Absolutely. Like you, and like me. ”

The man turned his head sideways and looked at the other side of the blue sky. From the moment his gaze fell, there were plains and rivers in what had been nothing, and although there were still no animals to be seen, at least it was much better than nothingness.

"I know who I am." The ghost whispered.

"Why, then, do you still refuse to call yourself by the name of Karil Lohars?" The man asked.

“...... That's none of your business. ”

Again, the man shook his head.

"Ben has nothing to do with me." He said. "But now it's related, ghosts."

"It's ridiculous that you're telling me riddles and lies here, and you act like you know me well, but you won't even say your name. And, where the hell is this?! ”

"Here are my memories." The man said.

He walked toward the plain ahead, the ghost following him with a frown. He still couldn't figure out what was going on, but it was clearly a better option to keep up than stay where he was.

Walking, walking—the sun still glowed gently, and as they approached, the plain became clear.

Along the river, there are two scattered wheat fields. Mud-made houses are scattered around the wheat fields, some children play happily in the dust and dirt, and a few dogs snooze lazily in the shade.

“...... Where is this? The ghost whispered.

The man turned his head and calmly replied, "I already told you once, ghost, here are my memories." ”

Or, let's put it another way. This is Earth, the Eurasian border at some point in BC. The plot movement hasn't gone away yet, the men are preparing dinner, and they're finishing the day's work. ”

The ghost's hands began to tremble.

The man noticed this, but did not speak. He turned his head again and looked at one of the houses. His gaze swept over the hollow in the wall that had been left as a window, and his eyes changed slightly.

"You ......," the ghost said slowly. Again, where is this? ”

"Earth." The man replied. "If you don't believe me, I can show you more proof, ghost."

“...... Who are you? ”

"What do you think?"

The man stared at him, his eyes deep. "Who do you think I am? You've got the answer, don't you, ghosts? You know very well that I didn't lie to you. Lies are unnecessary in such conversations. ”

Trembling and taking a step back, the ghost began to take heavy deep breaths. The man didn't offer a chance to calm him down, and if he had time, he would.

Now, however, what he lacks most is time.

Raising his head, the man glanced at the sky. The sun is still there, but the light is not as strong as before.

“...... Are you from Earth? With a hint of hope that he was not aware of, the ghost asked.

"Yes."

“......”

Affirmation, at some point, is scarier than negation.

The ghost closed its eyes and did not speak. Indescribable complex emotions tumbled and boiled in his heart, but the man interrupted his thoughts with words.

"I'm grateful that you saved him." The man said.

"Who?"

"My son—you call him a ghost, and I call him Conrad Coetze......"

The man shook his head slowly: "I didn't have time to give him this name. ”

"He's your son?"

"Yes, ghosts. However, he is not what you think. He's not a twisted creature of the nobility on Nostramo, he's ......"

The man lowered his head and sighed. It was the first time he had shown such pronounced mood swings.

“...... He is one of my visions for the future of humanity. ”

The man said slowly. "I don't have time to say much, ghost, I would have told you about this sooner, but you refused many times......"

"You've been there—" The ghost's eyes widened.

"—it's me." The man interrupted.

He lowered his head, his expression becoming a little pained for a moment, but when he raised his head again, the pain disappeared.

He said with a blank face, "I don't have time to say anything more, ghost. ”

"I'll cut a long story short, it's not the time you know it to be now, it's a long, long time since the era you were familiar with, long enough for humanity to blossom and spread all over the galaxy...... But where there is a surplus, there must be a ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man's body trembled strangely, and he fell to the ground as if he had been struck by someone.

The ghost frowned and stepped forward to help him up.

The glow of the sun in the blue sky was a little weaker, and the ghost was unaware. His attention was now in another place—from where he had come into contact with the man's armor, a familiar coldness ensued.

“...... Are they? The ghost asked solemnly.

"It's them." The man replied slowly. "Have you seen that?"

"I've seen it."

"That's ......"

The man nodded, and behind those dark eyes, something went out. He stood up and continued the conversation.

"Humanity is now scattered all over the galaxy, and there are not a few bad planets like Nostramo. Oppression and suffering are almost everywhere in the galaxy, and you should know that what I say is true, ghosts. ”

The ghost nodded silently - how was he going to deny it? He has witnessed the dark side of human nature for many years.

If you want to test a person, give him the right.

There is nothing false in this famous saying, what the nobles of Nostramo did after gaining power...... It even made him reluctant to think about it.

"Therefore ......"

The man exhaled slowly, frowning slightly. The sun in the sky was obscured at this moment, and only the last bit of light shone out and shone on the ghosts and men.

In the darkness, something floated in.

“...... Here they are. The man whispered. Our brief conversation is coming to an end. ”

He looked at the ghost.

"I want to thank you, ghost, for protecting him and for saving him from a bumpy path......"

The man held out a right hand solemnly.

"But I didn't save you because he wanted to." The man said slowly. "So, are you going to accept it?"

"Accept what?" The ghost asked.

"Become Carlil Lohals."

In the man's eyes, a golden flame suddenly rose, a hissing scream came from the darkness, and the stench of burning flesh came in the next second.

"Do you accept it?" The man repeated, his right hand hovering in the air. "Ghosts?"

“......”

Karil Lohals stretched out his right hand and took the hand.

I accept. He replied silently. The face of the ghost appeared in front of him.

I still owe him a knife.

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The golden-armored giant opened his eyes suddenly, and the golden light like lightning flashed away. He clenched his fists and pursed his mouth, blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth.

+ Your Majesty. +

+ I know, Machado, I know. +

+ You're making a big gamble. +

+ I already know my opponent's hole cards, where do I start? +

+ But that ghost ...... He was suspicious. +

+ A person's character is shaped by the past, and a person's actions are shaped by his character. You know that, don't you? +

+ Since you insist on this, I have nothing to say. Who made me the palm print? However, you'd better pay attention. +

+ What to pay attention to? +

+ Knowingly asking is a kind of evil ****. rashly use psionic energy across most of the galaxy to bring a person back to life and be reborn...... I am bothered by your audacity. +

+ Though I am knowingly asking, don't you also answer, Machado? +

+ That's because I can't help it, Your Majesty! +

The golden-armored giant smiled and stood up. Coming to the porthole of his room, he turned his back to the splendor of this created identity. He had never liked the lavish decorations, but since he was now the 'Emperor,' he had to.

Staring out the window at the stars, the giant nodded thoughtfully.

+ In short, Machado, believe me once, how? +

+Your Majesty......+

+Huh? +

+ I always believe in you. However, you should probably take a look at your children. Loga and Roger Dorn disagreed on a number of points. They would like to hear your explanations.+

......

The giant was silent.

+ Send the Praetorian Army. +