Fairy Tail: The Elf King

There is no death in this world. If one day you see it...

Who knows why.

Feng Yu held up a scarab that was almost transparent. The little thing that had always left Feng Yu helpless now seemed to have lost all its vitality. It was like a wax figure, quietly gathered in his hand, and slowly, it was The invisible power sucked away all the life bit by bit, turning it into a handful of yellow sand and leaving it floating away in the wind.

Perhaps it can be said that when a person has been ordinary for a long time, he will long for a life full of unknowns; when a person has been lonely for a long time, he will long for the excitement and joy that is far away from him.

So many times, people will find it strange, why does a person who has always been like this suddenly stop repeating it one day?

Why is it that when an ordinary person encounters a low-level scam, he is so stubborn that he cannot be dissuaded and falls deeply into it?

Why does an introverted and shy person believe like a madman in the success of pyramid schemes, the justice of cults, and the harmlessness of drugs?

Perhaps, everyone once believed in their heart that they were the special one in the world, but after polishing it for a long time in life, they finally realized that they were just one of such sentient beings, and that belief was hidden deepest.

Maybe you thought he would never appear again, but there are always moments when life touches your faith, and it may be just a possibility that is so small that it is impossible.

There are some people who rush forward without hesitation, with such madness that they forget everything and with such madness.

When he saw the statue erected on the vast desert, Feng Yu was like a person holding his breath in the water and almost suffocating. He couldn't help but let out a long breath.

After all, he was just an ordinary person who had seen the endless desert scene repeatedly. Even though he judged the danger ahead time and time again deep down in his heart, he still chose this path.

Just like those hopeless lunatics he had seen, he watched his soul and magic power passing by day after day in the invisible power, and silently stepped forward step by step.

Feng Yu felt that his eyes must be blood red at this moment, just like those gamblers playing for the last chance.

Dragging his nearly transparent body, Feng Yu silently walked toward the statues.

There are many statues here, so many that Feng Yu can't see the last row of statues.

He couldn't tell the material of these statues. Each one was very realistic and vivid. Even if they were eroded by wind and sand and no longer exquisite, he could still match them with his memory at the first sight.

There are some that he will never forget for the rest of his life, some that pass by in a hurry, leaving only a trace in his memory, and some that he feels he has forgotten long ago, and then he suddenly realizes after looking at them...

If there is an afterlife, Feng Yu feels that this place can be used as a place to trace his past lives, not only those people, but also those who carry his endless emotions.

Just like his classmate and friend standing to his left now, and Muto Yugi standing in the distance.

Maybe it was Naruto's family photo that was always missing, maybe it was the rare full staff of the Thirteenth Seiling Spirit Court, maybe it was the figures of some people who had long since disappeared.

Looking at Mira's slightly panicked figure holding the wine tray, Feng Yu felt that it must be the bastards from the guild who were causing trouble again. He raised the corners of his mouth, but unconsciously hooked his fingers and gently kissed Mira's nose. A little rub.

Maybe, it was that moment...

Feng Yu looked at his own hands and turned to look at the surrounding statues in confusion.

Maybe it's really different.

After hesitating for a long time, Feng Yu finally put down the hand he had been raising with some relief, pursed his lips and straightened the corners of his lips, then opened his arms and hugged Mira's statue again, gently He leaned against her ear and whispered: "Don't worry, I will go back soon."

Maybe, it's really different.

After brushing off the dust on his body, Feng Yu looked at Mira again with a smile, but turned around and continued walking in the previous direction.

The familiar or almost forgotten faces almost turned over all the memories of his past and present lives.

However, all the way forward, Feng Yu never stopped in front of any statue. Silently, but also firmly, he walked through this special jungle and headed towards the Void Gate standing on the broken wall. , a lonely door.

……

"Please take a seat, you're welcome."

"Although you have a face similar to mine, it doesn't mean that you still need to be polite to me in my home."

Feng Yu dragged the chair at hand, sat down carelessly, and looked around the room, his eyes full of nostalgia, reminiscence, and sadness.

All of this used to be so familiar, and every item was arranged by his own hands. However, it seemed that he had been away for too long in his past life, and he could no longer recall those details.

In the end, his eyes fell on the face that was exactly the same as his own on the other side of the tea table. He was still so handsome, still so charming. Only the snow-white brocade skirt was an intolerable failure, and the beautiful and charming figure was only It can make him more...

Not to mention, paired with this undulating and delicate figure, the simple and elegant brocade skirt is also more gentle and charming than imagined.

"Drink tea?"

Feng Yu, who was opposite, picked up the tea set on the table and broke the little silence.

"No." Feng Yu glanced at the tea set. He couldn't remember when he put the tea set away. He never had the leisurely chat over tea like now.

"Hahahahaha..."

Feng Yu on the opposite side didn't persuade him much and just picked up the tea cup.

Feng Yu didn't dwell too much on her face. Although it was pleasant to see the beautiful woman drinking tea, he still couldn't feel anything about himself.

His eyes finally fell on the pile of scattered cards on the side, and a trace of memories, nostalgia, and sentimentality flashed unconsciously in Feng Yu's eyes.

"Do you believe in fate?"

At some point, another Fengyu had finished his tea tasting and cleared the tea table. With a wave of his hand, he moved the pile of cards to the middle of the table and scattered them neatly.

"I, I believe it, but it's not fate, it's destiny."

Feng Yu withdrew his gaze and leaned back on the chair. A smile that seemed to be joking appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with confusion.

The other Feng Yu was slightly startled.

Feng Yu laughed as if the prank was successful.

But after just laughing twice, he stopped, slowly sat up straight, and looked at the other Feng Yu seriously: "It's a bit unexpected, but I do believe in fate, Eternia."