foreigner's journey

280. Chapter [-] X
The brown-skinned girl's name is Bast, yes, she is the goddess of cats in Egyptian mythology.

It's a pity that although she has the name of a god, extremely powerful strength, and pretty ageless face, none of these can conceal her funny nature.

"Goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose Goose goose goose goose

The girl Bast couldn't restrain her barbell-like straight laughter, pointing at Heather and laughing, while the latter could only spread his hands speechlessly.

The border area of ​​the United States of Sahelta, which had been razed to the ground, was bathed in the sunshine after the rain at this time, and the air after the heavy rain was filled with the smell of earth.Heather and Bast just stood on the soft ground soaked by rain, no one around them dared to approach.

Facing Bast's ridicule, Heather was also speechless.Through the chat just now, Heather realized that many foreigners have a good relationship with the organizer, and sometimes they can even communicate briefly.

For example, as soon as Bast entered the world of Hunter x Hunter this time, the organizer released a series of tasks by leaving messages on the glass window, one of which was related to Heather.

['Compatriots in a foreign land' - to save compatriots who have lost their minds due to power.Difficulty Evaluation——B]

"Difficulty B? I can even destroy the entire world if I use all my strength to activate the 'Father Knife·Raining Flowers'. Why is it B-level?"

Regarding the evaluation given by the organizer, Heather expressed [-] points of dissatisfaction.

Bast shook his index finger: "This is the organizer's objective evaluation of the gap in the upper limit of strength between you and me. Yes, in the eyes of the organizer, if you and I play all the cards, you are not my opponent. But your storm giant The ability of the dragon is indeed very powerful, I have never seen a newcomer as powerful as you."

"...You haven't heard of "Monster Hunter"?" Heather raised her eyebrows.

Bast touched the index finger of his right hand that no longer wore a ring, and said as a matter of course: "Don't you think that every parallel earth will have exactly the same historical development? The general direction is different, let alone the details. Maybe every There will be plausible works similar to the whole world, but they will never remain the same.”

"You mean, even if you encounter the same work world, you won't have the same plot development?"

"Of course, it's like this world of hunter-gatherer. You and I both entered this world, because you came in first, so the world is dominated by the plot you know. I entered a similar but unfamiliar world of hunter-gatherer."

Bast covered his forehead with his small hand, and complained: "The sun after the rain is too glaring, why don't you change it?"

"Up to you." Heather said she had no objection.

As soon as the words fell, the shadow under Bast's feet immediately spread and wrapped Heather's shadow in it. Heather only felt his feet sink, and his entire field of vision quickly sank into darkness, and then was shrouded in light again.

Heather found herself and Bast in a large spacious and bright office, with translucent white screens fluttering in front of the open windows, neatly arranged green plants gently shaking their leaves, and a gentle breeze.

"The Hunter Association's new headquarters is located on the outskirts of the Kajin Empire. I asked Nitro for the address."

Bast directly opened the refrigerator in the office and began to search, without treating himself as an outsider at all:
"Only juice? Not even happy water, this guy Nitro is really picky! Do you want orange juice?"

"I'd better drink water."

Heather waved her hands, sat on the sofa, and calmed down: "Are you really an Egyptian? How do I think you are more homely than me?"

"Egypt... oh, is that the name of your world? Our official name is 'Holy Jackal Empire', and your country should be called 'Jade Dragon Dynasty'. How about it, do you want to feel that the world is similar but different?" The wonder of it?"

Bast took a can of iced juice and sat on the sofa opposite Heather, took a sip of the juice before continuing:
"Look at how handsome you are... Ah no, I see that you are a newcomer and have a good attitude. This senior can answer some of your questions related to the game of foreigners. What do you want to ask?"

It was the first time she saw a foreigner who was free-ranged or even released by the organizer, and she couldn't help being interested.With so much potential, is the organizer's brain broken?

Looking at the girl who looked like a curious cat on the opposite sofa, Heather was not polite. He really needed information urgently.After sorting out his thoughts, he asked, "When I joined the Outlander game, I heard from the organizer that this is a competition between Outlanders?"

"Hmm~"

"Then why did you save me? Wouldn't it be better to have one less competitor?" The first question was extremely sharp, and Heather saw that Bast had a kind attitude, so he didn't ask questions around the bush.

Buster snickered, and let out that barbell-like laughter again: "Goose goose goose goose!! Do you really believe it?"

"Is the final reward of this alien game fake?" Heather frowned. If this is the case, then there is no point in participating by herself.

Bast waved his hand, signaling Heather to be calm:

"No, no, the organizer really didn't lie to you, [you can get a universal wish by completing the Alien game], every foreigner who participated in the competition was told like this. However, not all foreigners' goals are that wish .”

"...Why?"

"Wish? What can we wish for? Every outsider is a wretch driven out of his own world, a wanderer who is hostile to the will of the world. Even if he tastes all the good or dark or happy or sad emotions in his travels , many outsiders who read everything end up just wanting to find a world where they can stay forever."

The smile on Buster's face faded a lot:

"Maybe there are a few outlanders with their own ambitions, but in the end there can only be one person standing on the podium, not even the runner-up and third place. If that is the case, why should we get involved in those shitty things? We are I want to use the help of foreigners to travel to find the world that suits me to stay, that’s all.”

"Will the organizer allow such a negative attitude? If every outsider is like you, wouldn't this competition exist in name only?"

"They have always maintained a tacit attitude towards this kind of thing. In fact, I have met compatriots who have their own safe haven. It's great...It's such a wonderful feeling to meet a world that is gentle and tolerant... "

Buster took a sip of the juice, and his face became serious:

"You asked me why I didn't kill you. That's because most of us wandering outsiders hope to form good relationships. Who knows if we will meet in other worlds in the future? Outsiders travel independently of the sea of ​​time and space, Maybe in the next world, I will meet you who have experienced countless worlds and are [-] times stronger, and it is more likely that you will need your help to pass the world, and even if you lose your hole card and kill you, it is no good to get it. Everyone knows what to do. How to choose."

"...Are all outlanders this kind of gentle attitude?"

"No, some outsiders are obsessed with their own ambitions, and they are determined to obtain the only wish after the game is cleared. Therefore, when they see outsiders who are compatriots, they will mercilessly kill them, even if the opponent is a wandering outsider who has no hostility. "

Bast seemed to remember something, and frowned:

"If you encounter that kind of foreigner who is extremely powerful and hostile, don't hesitate to ignite the flames of the world and escape from this world immediately."

She unwrapped the black cloak that wrapped her body and exposed her right shoulder. On the shoulder that should have been wrapped in smooth skin, there was a terrifying and deep scar that spread all the way to her back.

"Don't think that you are very powerful. At my level, I can only escape in the hands of that lunatic with all my strength. In fact, if I didn't store enough flames to force myself out of the world, I'm afraid I would have died in that lunatic. In a messed up world. That guy's [concept] is too strong..."

"[Concept]?" Heather felt that she heard a key word.

"Oh, I haven't told you about [Concept] yet, have I?"

Bast wrapped the black cloak around his body again, and his face looked much better:

"Every foreigner has his own 'talent' that he is good at. This talent must correspond to a certain concept, and it will never be repeated. For example, my talent is [Shadow], you should have seen it, I can control it My own shadow and by constantly traveling in various worlds to copy the shadows of those powerful creatures to fight for myself. Just to mention, I used up a lot of inventory to save you, let alone consume the Osiris sent me You have to reimburse me for the two dark gold rings!"

"Report, reimbursement?" Heather couldn't keep up with Buster's escaping thinking.

"Give me your shadow, Kangkang!"

Buster's topic changed as he said, jumping off like a cat:
"Goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose goose! The Dragon of the Shadow Storm is even more powerful than Valash, it makes sense to think about it! Don't be shy, it won't hurt you, at most it will make you feel a little tired, not to plunder the shadow but Is it a copy of a brand-new 'Shadow Guard' without self-awareness... You are still not human! I have sacrificed so much for you, and I won't even let you touch a shadow!?"

"I didn't say I disagree, the question is why did you take off my pants!! The shadow is under my feet, not in my pants!" Heather's roar resounded through the office.

click-

President Netero's secretary, Dou Mian, pushed open the door with a stack of documents in his hand, and asked as he entered, "President, is that you? I don't know when you'll be back..."

The Dou Mian man froze, and the documents in his hand spilled all over the floor.

Looking at Nitro's exclusive office, a brown-skinned girl was panting heavily on the revived Heather, the sofa was messed up, and the picture was simply unsightly.

"Sorry for the wrong way."

The DouMian man simply closed the door and ran away.

Heather had to admit that for a split second, he thought of the word [silence].

(End of this chapter)