foreigner's journey

Chapter 282 Concept X World
Heather kept the matter of the 'blessed thing' in her heart, and then asked:

"I want to know, what the hell is [Outlander]?"

Bast pointed his finger at his chin, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then replied:

"Let's put it this way, the number of outsiders is not large, and each outsider is a 'heterogeneous' born from countless parallel earths. We are born strong, and we are the biggest 'unique thing', which can be said to have seized the entire world. In the future, the will of the world will naturally be directed against us. Alien games? This is just a fig leaf for a group of deportees."

"Take me as an example. I have survived in the mother world for 400 years. I will not grow old. I hide in human society and constantly change my identity. I just want to survive as an ordinary human being. But the will of the world is more and more against me. All my close friends will die suddenly, my luck is extremely bad, and finally I have no choice but to escape from the mother world under the arrangement of the organizer, and start my own journey as a foreigner."

"Outlanders, people who don't have their own homes and can only wander in foreign lands, even though we have power comparable to the gods, we can't find our own home."

"But corresponding to this terrible loneliness, each foreigner has a powerful talent that is unique to him. This is a unique talent that is close to the level of 'concept'. I have never seen any 'concept' that is exactly the same. For example, belonging to My 'concept' is [Shadow]. When I awakened at the age of 17, I had my own shadow space [Black Sea]. It is also possible to borrow the 'shadow' of one of their abilities from those powerhouses who are comparable to gods, of course, their consent is required."

"[Paper], [Fish], [Flame], [Smile], [Power]... I have seen many foreigners, their concepts are different, strong or weak, but without exception, they are all good at what they are good at." Concepts' are powerful. What are your concepts, Heather?"

Facing Bast's soul question, Heather frowned and murmured: "...I don't know, maybe I don't have the so-called 'concept'..."

Bast shook his head: "No, as long as you are an outsider, you must have your own concept. Or in other words, it is precisely because you have your own 'concept' that you will be recruited as an outsider."

"But I don't feel anything."

"That's because you haven't discovered it yourself. Try to face up to your heart during the next long journey, Heather."

Bast's tender fingers lightly touched Heather's chest, where the fire of a foreigner was burning:

"When you find your own 'concept', you will grow reborn."

Although Bast looks younger than Heather, the maturity of his words gave Heather a feeling of a "reliable big sister". Heather, who always likes to be talkative, stopped talking and just nodded silently. .

As soon as the topic changed, Buster's mature temperament disappeared, and a strange smile hung on his face again:

"Of course, it's very likely that it took a long time to finally awaken a weird concept, which is basically of no help to one's own combat power. For example, I have seen an outsider with the concept of 'fish', who can talk to all fish, and can live like a fish. Breathing and swimming in the water, and even transforming into a huge monster fish, but this little increase in combat power is nothing to a foreigner, who relies more on his own strength. Therefore, the improvement of his own strength is also important. Don't fall behind, as long as your own strength is strong enough, even if you awaken a useless concept, it won't affect your combat power... Oh, I'm dry talking."

Heather stood up and went to the refrigerator to take out two bottles of iced drinks, and poured a glass for Buster: "Sister, drink water."

"Good~~"

Bast took a sip of the juice in satisfaction, and then continued: "Some things are very unpleasant for me to hold in my heart, and it may hurt to say it, but I still want to say it."

Heather put on a posture of listening attentively.

"Your purpose of participating in the foreigner's trip is to return to the mother world? Listen to my advice and give up this wish."

Bast looked at Heather and said seriously.

"...Because of the hostility of the will of the world?" Heather said slowly and bitterly.He's not stupid enough to understand what Buster means.

Bast was like a big sister who taught her younger brother a lesson, persuading her earnestly: "The hostility of the will of the world will only become stronger as your strength grows, and there is never such an option as surrender. Even if you can really go back, the only thing you will face in the end is There are two possibilities—either you will be targeted by the will of the world every minute and every second, and all the people close to you will die; or, you will destroy your mother world with your own hands, and let the world you love disappear.”

Heather exhaled, and said slowly: "I know, I've known this since I started the Outlander game. That's why I need the last and only universal wish. I must go back!"

Bast leaned back on the sofa, looked at Heather, and finally smiled softly: "Silly boy... If possible, if you really meet a world that is willing to accept you gently, don't hesitate to stay there .”

"Are you also looking for such a world?" Heather changed the subject and looked at Bast curiously.

Bast blushed, and it took a while before he said: "I'm looking for a world... Have you heard of "The Sky Is the Bank of the Red River"?"

"..."

Heather immediately looked at Bast with admiration. I didn't expect you to be [-] years old and still have a flawless girl's heart?And how do you know that the world will accept you tenderly?

Seeing Heather's teasing eyes, Bast became furious and yelled like a kitten: "Yes! There must be this world! One of the three goddesses of fate, the goddess Clotho, showed me the future. Possibility, the picture drawn by the thread of life is "The Sky Is the Bank of the Red River"! There will definitely be one!"

Wasn't it really a white lie woven by the Goddess Clotho when she saw the desire in your heart?Heather swallowed this sentence back to her stomach, pretending she didn't know anything.

Bast stretched his waist, and then stood up: "It's almost time to say what should be said, and it's time for me to escape to the next world."

"Is one B-level mission enough?" Heather also stood up.

"The tasks are more precise than many. Most of the others are D-level and E-level. It's just a waste of time to do it."

Bast winked at Heather: "The greater the gap between your own strength level and the task world, the lower the task level. So, the flames are not so easy to earn. Oh, by the way, the flames can be used in a variety of ways. If you have spare flames, you can Try it yourself, but remember to pre-store a sufficient number of flames."

"Understood, for escape."

Heather nodded approvingly.

Bast's figure gradually disappeared into the black mist, leaving only the crisp laughter like a bell: "Let me give you a ride at last."

Heather only felt her feet sinking, and the black shadow disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he reappeared in the border area between Saheerta and Montgolima, and Jin and others were looking at him in surprise.

Behind him, a voice that only Heather could hear echoed in his ears and gradually dissipated:
"See you again, Heather."

"Bon voyage." Heather muttered softly, then turned to look at Pariston and Hastings who were lying on the ground and tied up.

Time to settle your own personal grievances.

(End of this chapter)