Demon Hunter and His Hut

The Witcher and His Cabin ()

There was no hut that Roger was familiar with, no warm fire, and nothingness around him. In the chaos, it felt like the whole world had become fragmented.

He looked up into the distance, and then saw a figure riddled with holes.

Isn't that the life you've always wanted?

Isn't that the fundamental reason why you resisted the call and chose to stay in a strange world?

A voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, Roger raised his head and looked at the fragmented figure.

This question is meaningless. His physical strength was empty, and he was like an ordinary person at this time, unable to feel any extraordinary power.

I have no value for you to use, so there is no need to build a virtual world alone just to paralyze or satisfy me.

Unless you have other plans. Speaking of this, Roger slowly raised his head.

You hope that I can willingly hand over that part of the power. Although you have taken them away now, you can't completely convert them, is that right?

Roger's eyes flickered.

That's right.

The illusory figure voluntarily admitted, Look at my current body, just like that world, destruction is predictable, and I can even accurately predict everything that happens every moment before the world's demise.

Accurate to every person, every animal, every leaf.

Want to feel that despair?

So what am I, are those memories in my mind about to happen or are they completely fictional?

Roger raised a question in his heart.

You are part of me.

The broken world needs to be repaired. Over the countless years, I have sent many saviors. Some of them successfully brought back some fragments of the world's origin and rules, but most of them never returned.

Ophelia and Nacelo. Roger said two names.

I remember them. They were the last batch I sent out when the world's rules were relatively complete. They were a powerful warlock and a top-notch dragon.

Since then, I have used all my strength to freeze the entire world. Although this will greatly weaken my ability, I must do so.

I must try to keep this world alive as long as possible before they rush back.

There was no ups and downs in the voice of the other party, and at this moment Roger also unfolded a picture scroll in front of his eyes. He saw the bright sunshine, snow-covered valleys, clear streams and small animals in the forest.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful, full of vitality.

But the world in front of him, full of vitality, was dead.

Like a frozen picture.

Live, linger? Roger smiled.

He thought he would see a world where magma surged and there was no sun.

This is the last glory, and it may be thousands of years or a moment before its destruction.

And now, the power you can bring back can save it to the maximum extent, and then I can resuscitate, let the world go into normal circulation, and at the same time activate all my power.

Then launch a planar invasion.

Using that door as a channel, and based on the rules you brought back, I will gradually absorb everything in that plane!

In the past, when the rules of the world were still relatively perfect, I could send more extraordinary people, but they could only bring back fragmented power. Although there are a large number of people, the speed of repairing still cannot catch up with the speed of damage.

So after I had to freeze the world, I had the option of cutting off a part of myself and starting over.

It takes time for you to grow, and there are countless variables in the middle, but as long as you can return here, what I can get is no longer sporadic origins and rules.

It's a gap, a plane that allows me to do whatever I want!

We're running out of time, this is the last chance.

The more we recover the stronger we are,

Then we can go further afield, everything is going in the right direction, and together we can save our world.

It's yours, not mine.

Roger shook his head.

It's like killing people and continuing their lives, but I care about the dead. Roger snorted coldly.

After a long silence, the fragmented figure tried to gather together, and then a familiar face appeared.

That was Roger's face.

As I said, you are a part of me, we are one.

This world is destroyed, and you will cease to exist.

What you care about is not that world, but some people in that world, and I can satisfy you for this!

The man raised his hand, and before Roger's eyes, another picture appeared, the familiar castle, the familiar building, and those kind smiling faces.

I thought you preferred an ordinary life, tell me now, as long as you want, I can satisfy you!

Where you can live forever with your friends.

A secondary scene was staged, but Roger felt cold all over his body!

That's enough, it's enough for me to experience that kind of life once.

That's it, I accept the fate of death.

Also, am I the only one?

In the figure in front of him, Roger felt exactly the same aura as that of Ophelia.

Pure reason, and ultimate purpose.

He didn't think that with such an important opportunity, the opponent would put all the chips of victory on him alone.

There is no one else. This is the limit of what I can do in the current situation. After all, you are different from others.

And in order to solidify this world, almost all the resources of the entire plane have been consumed. In your memory, the so-called celestial body convergence is an illusion.

There are no other worlds. There is only one last world left in the entire plane, and that world is also on the verge of destruction.

So you're really the only one.

The other party replied.

With a complicated heart, Roger didn't know what to say at this time, but at this moment he heard another message.

You are the only one, but this is not the first attempt, but the only success after 283,567 failed attempts in the past.

Hearing this answer, Roger tensed up violently.

Should I be honored?

What will happen if I fail?

Initialize, then start from scratch.

It's really straightforward. Roger sneered.

Lose all your memories and become an ordinary gamer?

No, you'll throw it away with this part.

Roger inexplicably felt a chill, The memory is different every time you start?

certainly.

As I said, there is only one world left in our plane, but in other destroyed worlds, I have countless samples to choose from.

From the words of the other party, Roger quickly realized the deeper meaning.

That is to say... except for the part that is gamified, part of my memory is real?

Yes.

But those are not important. Your essence and origin are the starting point of everything. Memory is just filling. We are one.

Filling? Roger shook his head.

Maybe memory can't completely determine a person, but it is by no means the filler in your mouth.

Roger's eyes sparkled.

In addition, thank you for the illusory life you simulated for me before, because it made me understand that even if you deprive me of my power, I am not powerless!

I am a part of you, and so are you.