Endless Debt

Irwin is already an old man, but he still confesses affectionately like a young man. But compared to a confession, for Irwin, this is more like a warning from the depths of his soul. He has been practicing asceticism for many years and finally saw his own Holy Mother, he released all the emotions that had been accumulated in his heart for many years at this moment.

The emotions accumulated over the years burned like fireworks. Irwin's cold body became warm again, and the remaining blood seemed to boil and glow with vitality.

Youth once again fell upon Irwin, and he felt more relaxed than ever before, as if his soul was about to leave his body and ascend to the beautiful kingdom of heaven.

He laughed happily, his voice hoarse, as if there was grit and friction in his throat, and it sounded like an old gramophone singing.

"My muse..."

Monsters like a sea of ​​sand roared wildly outside the big library, hunters spread death with their swords, darkness eroded every space, and the distorted and broken reality almost annihilated everything.

On the eve of this doomsday, Irwin witnessed the true beauty, and he was so excited that he almost shed tears.

Muse put Irwin's hand in his arms, and the skin was close to it, bringing bursts of warmth to the old body, like a stove, this warmth penetrated deep into the bone marrow. If possible, Irwin hoped Time can stop here and turn it into eternity.

"Want to come with me?"

Muse suddenly approached Irwin, as if she wanted to kiss him, and her warm breath, scented with honey, brushed along Irwin's cheek.

Irwin did not respond and had no expression. His eyes were hidden in the deeply sunken eye sockets, like two dark caves leading to the abyss.

"Are you still hesitating?"

Muse is not forced. She is different from Asmode, who is composed of pure evil. She has more humanity. She is the warm sun.

"Noble people live very hard lives. Irwin, it's time for you to rest."

"Yeah," Irwin nodded in agreement, "being a noble man is really tiring."

"However, although this is tiring, it is also great," Irwin never doubted this. "My body is as heavy as a rock, but my heart is as light as a feather."

Irwin carefully touched the palm of the muse, just like a blind man understanding an object through touch. He could feel the warmth under the flesh, the invisible folds between the skin, the smoothness of the nails, the soft palm... …

Irwin pulled his hand away from Muse's arms, clinging to the warmth, but still left resolutely.

Muse showed a bit of surprise, but she didn't do anything extra and smiled as always. At this moment, she seemed to really become a warm sun, almost making Irwin forget her devilish nature.

"Are you leaving?" Muse said. "If you leave, you will never see me again."

"One meeting is enough," Irwin said.

"Will this satisfy you?"

"No...I'm never satisfied," Irwin's fiery mood cooled down, he put his hands on the typewriter and continued writing the story, "I'm just relieved."

"Relieved?"

Muse thought she heard it wrong, "You have worked hard for so long and paid so much, just for... relief?"

Even she could not understand Irwin's thoughts at this moment. He was like a traveler climbing a peak. After experiencing countless dangers and obstacles, just when he was about to reach the top, he just glanced at the snow-capped mountain. , the peaks touching the sky, then turned and left.

"I'm a stubborn person."

Irwin rapped, "This stubbornness bothers me like a disease, like a curse. I understand that only by seeing her again can I reconcile with myself and let peace come to me."

"Now I have done it, I let her read the story I wrote, and let her know what the unlucky guy she saved back then has achieved now and has a brilliant life.

I saw her again and felt her warmth...there was nothing to regret. "

Irwin moved his palms, and the aftertaste of warmth lingered on his fingertips, "Sometimes you don't have to catch everything in your hands...you can't catch flying birds."

Muse felt an emotion she had never felt before. She was so noble and the ultimate thing that Irwin cherished. She witnessed Irwin's pursuit with her own eyes, but just before she was about to achieve it, she was in Irwin's eyes. Suddenly worthless.

She blocked the typewriter and interrupted Irwin's work. There was touching sadness on her delicate face, and she asked incomprehensively.

"Why? Irwin."

Woman is the poet's muse, the omnipotent devil, and the absolute will that has influenced Irwin's life. She is so powerful and aloof, but at this moment she suddenly feels an indescribable sense of frustration, even though she has exhausted all her strength. No means could interfere with Irwin's decision, and no matter what she promised, she could not make Irwin stop for a moment.

She is like a god walking on the earth, but she has never been able to get the love of a mortal - it is clear that this mortal does have warm emotions for her.

At a certain moment, Muse seemed to figure it out, and she asked.

"Because it's not real enough?"

The roaring sound of shattering resounded, and the crumbling door of the big library completely collapsed at this moment. The broken bricks smashed rows of bookshelves, and small stones with long slender ash crackled all around. But it was the only one that didn't fall on Irwin.

The area where Irwin and Muse live together seems to have become an inviolable sanctuary. They are at the core of the story but independent of the narrative.

Thick blood energy mixed with violent murderous intent came from outside the dark door. A figure turned in mid-air and landed. The dark sword blade was nailed into the ground, pulling a distance of several meters before he stabilized the figure.

"Is everything going well? Irwin."

Bologg glanced at Irwin and then at Muse.

Boluogo has always been curious about what kind of woman would be so obsessed with Irwin. Would she have a face that is so fascinating? A sacrosanct temperament, or a cunning and manipulative approach?

After seeing the muse up close and personal, Boluogo found that his guesses were all in vain. In his opinion, she was an extremely ordinary woman. She did not have an impressive figure or breathtaking appearance. Her mediocre Like many people, the only thing that can be called special is those beautiful, jewel-like eyes.

Boluogo knew that she was an ordinary and mediocre woman, but in Irwin's eyes, she was special and sacred.

Irwin deified her, and she shone brightly.

Before Irwin could answer, a slender whip blade poked out from the darkness. Bologger nimbly dodged, and then the ground he was just on was shattered by the sharp blade, leaving shocking scars.

The sound of flesh and gravel squeezing was heard, like an earthquake. The large library shook violently. A ferocious, jackal-like head poked out from behind the door. It opened its mouth wide and its mouth was filled with growth. There were densely packed fangs, and the fangs spread all the way into the throat, like the overlapping knife discs of a meat grinder.

"You better hurry up, Irwin."

Boluogo ordered, and then rushed towards the wolf-headed monster. Due to building restrictions, the monster cannot rush into the large library now.

Palmer and Aimu struggled to entangle the monster, trying to attract its attention. When Boluogo returned to fight again, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Boluogo jumped high, and his fatal resentment bite was like a black thunder that came to the world. At the same time, the wolf-headed monster opened its mouth, and its scarlet eyes revealed excitement. In its view, Boluogo was Seeking death.

Out of desire for flesh and blood, it squeezed its head like crazy, and even the entire huge and ferocious wolf head was completely stuck in the incomplete door, and the body and the masonry were firmly stuck together, which happened to be Blocked those deadly whip blades. Now it only has a head and a bloody mouth to fight with.

The dark trajectory was like a rain of arrows thrown down. The moment before it was about to hit the wolf's head, the wolf's head suddenly moved forward a few minutes. The building was filled with fatal cracks, and the open bloody mouth swallowed Boluogo instantly, roaring. The dark thunder also stopped abruptly.

Palmer and Amu's actions were stagnant, their eyes filled with disbelief. The battlefield fell into a brief silence, and then a dark sword blade pierced out from the upper jaw of the wolf's head, bringing the hustle and bustle back to the world.

The scalp-numbing sound of metal cutting flesh and hitting bone sounded, as if a rough saw blade was stirring wildly in the wolf's mouth. In the blink of an eye, the dark sword blades pierced out one after another, twisting and expanding the wound. There was a lot of blood.

The wolf's head opened again, letting out a cry full of pain. At the same time, a strong figure also appeared in the huge mouth densely covered with sharp teeth. Boluogo was covered in blood, but this was all the blood of the enemy. He was like a superior. The spinning top with full power stirred up a dark and bloody storm with its resentful bite.

As the body rotated at high speed, the resentful bites were cut out thousands of times almost instantly. The deadly fangs fell apart under the black blade that cut everything, and the mucous membrane, flesh, and bones in the mouth were shattered into pieces. The glutinous rice flour exudes a fishy smell.

The wolf head struggled to retreat out of the door, and then a hateful figure crawled out of the bloody mouth. The dagger pierced into the skull, stabilizing Boluogo's body like a rivet. He held the hand tightly with his other hand. Biting tightly, roaring, he cut off the entire upper jaw of the wolf's head and the scarlet tongue.

The wolf-headed monster let out a shrill cry. It hit the building repeatedly, and every time its half-broken head shook, it shed a scarlet rain. In extreme pain, it retracted its entire head into the darkness, and the familiar sound of waves sounded again. , those ordinary monsters that had retreated swarmed in again.

Boluogo half-knelt in a pool of blood and gasped for breath. Now he could understand how difficult it was for the hunters in the book to hunt monsters. After all, the efficiency of the sword was not as good as the power of the secret power. If the hunters had the secret power, it would probably be a long time. The plot of this book can kill all the monsters.

At this time, Palmer crossed over to Borogo and waved his short sword to take over Borogo to bear the pressure of the monster wave. Aimu also helped Palmer after helping Borogo.

The two of them are not as efficient as Boluogo, but as field staff, they can barely withstand the attacks of the monsters one after another.

Bologg coughed twice, and after regaining some strength, he looked at Irvin behind him again. At this moment, Bologg was betting all his chips on Irvin.

Irwin stopped typing and turned to look at Muse, who was staring at him affectionately. For a moment, Irwin really felt that Muse was Muse, not Asmodeus or something.

"What beautiful eyes."

Irwin sighed, those magnificent eyes reflected all the splendor in the world like a kaleidoscope, but facing such beauty, Irwin looked extremely regretful.

"It's full of charm...but it's a pity that there's nothing there, it's empty."

He continued to tap the keys, and one fresh character after another was printed on the snow-white paper.

"You are right, whether it is you, Asmodeus, or Belphegor, the reason why I reject you is very simple.

Not real enough. "

Just now, Irwin still looked affectionate, as if he was willing to sacrifice everything for his muse, but in just a few minutes, his warm emotions disappeared, and what was left was just as cold as metal covered with frost and dew. Sober and terrifying.

"Is truth...really so important?"

Muse doesn't understand, and neither does Asmodeus. The reality is cruel and desperate, but Irwin still firmly believes in and is based on this reality.

"Why isn't it important?"

Irwin asked, "Human beings are very fragile, we get sick and injured, and our lifespan is so short, like meteors and fireworks.

You, nearly eternal beings, even if you have given yourselves humanity, how can you, who are immortal, understand our pain? "

Irwin gradually couldn't feel the existence of his fingers. The only blood he had was mixed into the ink, and the characters turned scarlet, like a curse, more like an oath written in blood.

“Think about the masterpieces of those artists, the colorful paintings, the heart-stirring melodies, the books that carved the heart…and the buildings that stand tall.

What kind of psychology do you think we have to create all this? "

Irwin asked himself.

“It’s death, it’s nothingness, it’s diminishment.

The root of artistic creation is the fear of death, being buried by the years, and being forgotten by the world. All our efforts are just to leave our traces in this cruel world...even if these traces will one day be Worn out. "

Irwin laughed happily. He could feel that his self-worth was being realized little by little. His hands danced wildly, as if he was playing a grand overture.

"Are you lamenting the sorrow of mankind?" Muse stretched out his hand, "I can make you eternal, as eternal as me."

From a certain moment on, this is no longer a bet between devils, but a duel between Asmodeus and Irwin. She wants to conquer this mortal soul to prove her nobility.

Irwin stopped and looked at Muse with pity, "No, you don't understand."

"What I want to say is that even if everything ends in nothingness, we and our creations have existed. This is unquestionable and real, regardless of whether we can leave anything behind.

What I want is real existence, not the continuation of illusion. "

Irwin laughed happily, with a harsh rebuke in his laughter, "It would be too sad if what you have is no longer real, or even said that it only existed in fantasy.

All of this will be destroyed, but you can't deny our existence, even if you are the devil. "

The smile on Muse's face disappeared. She had lost her patience with Irwin, and there was no need to be patient. Irwin's declaration of war just made the story very clear.

"Then you want to reject me? Irwin, you should understand that this is your last chance."

"Reject what?"

Irwin still had the same contemptuous attitude. In his eyes, there was nothing noble about devils and nothing despicable about humans.

"I know, I know, I know what you want to say. If you're tired of saying these words, just stop talking."

A feeling of exhaustion crept into Irwin's mind. This did not come from the body, but from the soul.

Irwin couldn't help but sigh, this was really a long journey, but fortunately, he was not alone on this journey.

Bologo's cry came, and as Irwin spoke, they chopped down piles of monsters. If there was a chance, Irwin really wanted to write Bologo and the others into his story... Oh, They are already in the story.

At this moment, Irwin really wanted to cheer loudly. After a lonely life, he finally made good friends. Even in the darkness, he also wanted to sigh loudly at the beauty of the world.

Irwin's tone was slow, like an afternoon chat.

"For you, this is just a damn, sinful game, but I can't, I can't regard all of this as a game, I'm trapped in some kind of...unextricable fantasy.

Yes, I love you, Muse, Cinderella, Asmodeus... whatever is good, but they do not exist, they are just false illusions, and you, as a devil, you are far away from this The closest medium to fantasy. "

Irwin murmured to himself, "Sometimes I think I'm quite pathetic."

"I can love you."

"No, you are just a damn devil. You don't understand what love is. You don't even know what I love."

Irwin became angry, "What I love is the fantasy built with you as the cornerstone. It is the illusory and eternal beauty that I see in you."

"It's really disappointing. Such beauty does not exist in this world."

Erwin wrote of his despair, "What I fell in love with was an idealized phantom, a corpse hidden in my mind."

The magnificent light in the Muse's eyes gradually dimmed, and the human part was gradually fading away. Asmodeus regained the dominance of consciousness - or maybe Irwin chose to let go.

"It sounds so ironic," Asmodeus scoffed, "that you care so much about authenticity that you end up falling in love with a ghost you've never known."

"It's nothing. To you, I'm just a pastime and a toy in your long life. You seem to be so persistent with me, just to maintain your ridiculous self-esteem."

Irwin said nonchalantly, "Your appearance is fake, your words are fake, your body is fake, everything and everything you have is fake, chaotic, void, and meaningless.

But one thing is true. I, Irving Fleischer's emotions, what I did, the book I wrote because of it, everything, everything, are absolutely real and truly authentic. What has existed is beyond doubt and cannot be denied. "

Irwin's sobriety was terrifying. It seemed that he had just revealed his warm and fragile side, which was just an illusion used to paralyze Asmodeus.

"No one will remember you, Irwin."

Asmodeus cannot conquer Irwin, so he can only destroy him.

"How is that possible?" Irwin laughed until he coughed as if he had heard a joke. "You have read my story, you know my name, and you are the proof of my existence."

"I will forget you. You are right about that. In my long life, I have met many people as interesting as you, but they all ended up in the dust."

“You won’t remember everyone, just like we can’t remember every book we read, but is this really forgotten?

No, they may not be mentioned by you anymore, but they will turn into dust and be buried in your heart and become the cornerstone of who you are. You can’t see their existence, but they do exist and have always affected you. . "

Irwin gave an example, "Like what biologists call genes? The combination between people passes on their own genes. You may not be able to see it, but it does exist.

The same is true for stories, you will forget it, but the feelings it brings will be hidden in your soul. If you have what is called a soul.

Just like you influence me, just like I influence you. "

Asmodeus didn't know what to say for a moment. Neither the north wind nor the sun could sway Irwin at all, and even made Asmodeus feel frustrated.

She was so angry that she threatened, "You will never see her again."

Irwin liked Asmodeus' angry look, which made him feel honored. "She will live in my memory and go to destruction with me."

Asmodeus felt powerless for a long time. Even if she was a devil, she could not decide everyone's fate. She could not even defeat Irwin.

"Then you will die here."

Asmodeus cursed, "Not only you, but your friends will also pay the price for your nobility."

Along with her words, a strong wind blew outside Daisy Castle, and densely packed monsters piled up a high mountain. They were squeezing each other like a colony of ants crawling over the sand. Even though Boluogo and the others regained their extraordinary power, they faced Against such a vast sea of ​​enemies, I am afraid that only Bologo can survive with his immortal body.

From this moment on, the darkness almost swallows up all the light, leading the story to the final despair, and this is what Boluogo has always been worried about. Even if Irwin resists the temptation, so what, he has the ability to rewrite the ending of the story. ?

Asmodeus clearly understands the limitations of narrative on Irwin when reality is broken. His story needs to develop logically, rather than being an abrupt deus ex machina.

There was a roaring sound, like a heavy stone pillar collapsing. Irwin looked in the direction of the sound. The twisted wolf head was almost completely split open, and the white brain, yellow fat layer and scarlet The blood was stained together, steam was rising from the open wound, and the fishy smell filled the nasal cavity.

The embarrassed figure of Boluogo turned his back to the body of the wolf-headed monster. His whole body was covered with foul-smelling mucus, and blood slowly flowed along the sharp edges of the bite.

Taking a deep breath, Boluogo looked at Irwin with a cold voice.

"Have you finished writing?"

"It's finished," Irwin typed the last period, and the sound of the mechanical keys was as clear and crisp as the low sound of a sword being sheathed.

"Just right."

Asmodeus was stunned on the spot. She had no idea what the two were talking about, but she could realize that something was about to happen. When she looked at Irwin, her cloudy eyes were full of cunning and cunning. mocking.

Irwin was full of confidence, "How was my performance? It was superb."

"you cheated me?"

Asmodeus had no idea what Irwin had deceived, but the look in his eyes unintentionally proved that the deception had been accomplished.

"It's not cheating. Those words just now are indeed what I want to say to you. They come from the bottom of my heart." Irwin took his hands off the typewriter. "Huh... it feels so good to say it. You know? That scene just now , I have rehearsed it countless times in my mind.”

"what have you done?"

Asmodeus suddenly felt panicked. She thought she was playing tricks on mortals, but in fact she had been trapped in Irwin's traps all along.

Just like what Irwin said to Cinderella, the author is the perfect liar.

"What did you do? Of course, you finished writing the book and finishing the story," Irwin said, standing up and overturning the chair, "This is the author's responsibility!"

"How do you finish it!"

Asmodeus created despair that he thought was irreversible. Endless monsters enveloped the place in darkness. The fall of Daisy Castle was only a matter of time. At the moment, Irwin only had Boluogo and the three of them. Even if they cut off the sword, Blade can't escape either.

How can Irwin change this dark fate?

"Didn't you just read it?"

Irwin said as he picked up "Night Hunter" and slapped it on Asmodeus's chest.

"Do you still remember what my autobiography is about?" Irwin said excitedly, "Hunters are real, monsters are real... and you are real too."

Asmodeus saw that the pages spit out by the typewriter were burning, and the words written with Irwin's blood were emitting a heavy light, turning into gold-gilded words.

Irwin's long speech about himself was not only explaining his inner feelings, but also delaying time. Those sentences containing sincere emotions made Asmodeus relax his vigilance and even ignore the story Irwin wrote.

While talking to Asmodeus, Irwin is also writing a hopeful ending.

Now, Irwin is finished.

The power of darkness has invaded every inch of this world, and they are in urgent need of fire to burn them to ashes.

Irwin shouted for this.

"We are in a story, so let the people in the story save us!"

Irwin kissed the cover of "Night Hunters" hard, tears of excitement filled his eyes, and then he raised the book, and countless pages fell down like a blizzard.

But as Irwin finished speaking, nothing happened.

Boluogo chopped off the head of another monster and smashed the bricks above. Pieces of bricks smashed down, filling the cracks in the big library again. The trembling impact echoed, and the cracks were completely destroyed. Before the burial, Boluogo could vaguely see several more ferocious wolf heads squeezing forward in the collapsed corridor.

Palmer and Amue were scarred, and they approached Irwin, expecting a miracle to happen.

It was still deathly silent.

Suddenly, Asmodeus laughed. Looking at Irwin's funny look, she almost burst into tears. She guessed that Irwin was just holding on. He was unwilling to admit defeat and even deceived himself.

Asmodeus felt that he had a chance to win, "Your friends are all here, who else can come to save you?"

Irwin took a deep breath, stepped on the workbench, opened his hands, and shouted like a speaker.

"Hunter, what are you waiting for!"

This time, the world responded to Irwin's call.

Boluogo noticed the howling wind. When he threw Irwin down, the floor-to-ceiling windows covered with vines shattered. A burning warhead smashed through the strange plants and glass, and crashed straight into the collapse. In the crack, those monsters that had not yet crawled out were crushed into a pulp, and bursts of fire exploded at the end of the corridor.

As the floor-to-ceiling windows shattered, the cold wind swept the blood into the room. At the far end of the darkness, the deep and melodious whistle of the train came belatedly, and the snow-white lights were like sharp swords piercing the night, illuminating There are countless ferocious weirdnesses.

Boluogo swore that he would never forget this scene. The familiar train came from the story again. It was covered in thick armor like an iron snake advancing on the earth.

Countless monsters were crushed into blood under its wheels, and the raised flesh and broken limbs covered the carriage like dye. It moved straight forward, like a sword falling from the sky, dividing the battlefield into two halves. .

Boluogo murmured, his expression solemn, as if he were gazing at a sacred scene.

"Reinforcements from within the story."

Palmer was completely stunned on the spot. A few seconds later, he shouted loudly. It was difficult for him to describe his mood at this moment in words. This would be a miracle written by words.

The unlucky man began to rejoice. Palmer was glad that he came here and witnessed it with his own eyes. He would remember everything that happened here. He would tell Wosselin for three days and three nights. Even if she didn't want to listen, he would Will open her ears.

Aimu also stood there, and the rising light illuminated her scratched and mottled steel body. Even the cold metal was filled with warm flames at this moment, getting stronger and stronger.

Irving wrote the happy ending to Night Hunters, saved the world, and now his characters from Night Hunters are crossing the boundaries of the story to save him.

The boundary between reality and reality disappears completely, and the creator is saved by his own creation.

A story in which everyone is in the midst of a broken reality.

Irwin struggled to his feet and cheered into the darkness.

"Journey through the night! Sailing towards the dawn!"

After crushing hundreds of monsters to death, tons of flesh, flesh and bones got stuck in the Dawn's wheels. Every time it turned, a large amount of blood poured out like a juicer. Even if the engine roared, it would still It was difficult to move forward even half a minute, and finally the steel behemoth came to a slow stop, like a giant whale stranded on the earth.

But this is not the end, but the beginning of the battle.

Different from the Dawn that Borogo boarded in the game, the current Dawn is a steel creation from "Night Hunters". It is fully armed and full of hunters.

The piercing sirens sounded, the heavy armor was lifted one by one, and the dark muzzles pointed at the battlefield where demons were dancing. All the train guns were already loaded and ready, just like what Irwin described in the novel.

Everyone reveled.

In an instant, it seemed as if a thunderstorm descended on the battlefield. Thousands of thunder exploded on the ground, and there seemed to be hundreds of giants roaring loudly. The corpses were mixed with dust and fell like hailstones, hitting the ground with crackling sounds. It was deafening and the earth shook.

The muzzle of the cannon was spitting tongues of fire, creating a continuous wall of fireworks in the dark night. Then the burning warhead swept across the battlefield, carrying a heat wave, cutting off large pieces of heads like a cutting machine. The cannonball hit the Daisy Castle, shaking the sky and the earth. At the same time, fireworks were set off and burned wildly on the wildly growing vines.

The entire castle was lit up, like a carnival bonfire at a party, lighting up the darkness.

After the first round of shelling, blood seeped into every part of the earth. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and the putrid smell of burned flesh and blood. Waves of monsters were harvested like straw, and they fell into pieces. Die, the laughter of death echoes among the steel and thunder.

Boluogo heard the breathing hidden in the wind. As the door opened, figures one after another appeared under the train in the dark night. Some of them waved long and narrow sword blades, and some pulled the triggers. Others carried flamethrowers and purified the earth with burning holy flames.

They strode forward, easily breaking up the death front.

There was an unprecedented feeling all over Bologe's body, like an electric current running through his spine. No matter how calm Bologe was, he couldn't help but get excited and shout with excitement at this moment.

A burning feeling rose up in Boluogo's body. He was also in the story and was a member of the hunters. Under the power of the narrative, it seemed as if a fire had burned through Boluogo's internal organs, roaring wildly. To crawl out of his throat.

The creator and his creatures, the lovers and what they love.

At this moment Bologg is fighting side by side with the people in the story.

There was a sound of shattering bricks behind him, and another wolf-headed monster smashed into the piled ruins, leaning most of its body into the large library. It was thirsty for blood and made a weird gasping sound. There was a roaring explosion outside the window. Continuously, the gorgeous firelight is like a grand fireworks display.

Boluogo suddenly felt that the world was no longer crazy and absurd. On the contrary, it had become extremely romantic and full of poetry.

Human power breaks the shackles of the devil, stands on high, and laughs loudly.

The fireworks ignited the sea of ​​daisies, and they once again released their breathtaking orange-red luster, like gems piled on the earth.

"The great rescue that comes from stories."

Burlogo repeated softly that this was a sentence that had appeared in the story.

After saying this, Boluoge jumped out and chopped off the wolf's head with a sword, causing blood to fly.