I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

The body of the Lord of the End is like a mountain, standing on the earth. Under the bloody sunshine, it looks particularly ferocious and terrifying.

Moreover, Fu'er also clearly knew that this was just one of his thousands of tentacles.

"Is that...the Lord of the End?"

The slate man appeared, standing on Ful's shoulder, staring into the distance as well.

"Is this No. 099?"

"Hello, General, my name is Louisiana Slate Man, just call me Slate Man."

"So, Slate Man, do you know Him? Or do you have any feelings about this guy?"

The general pointed at the tentacles of the Lord of the End and asked.

"I... probably don't know him. This is also the first time I've seen him. I've only heard this name from Fu'er before. But -"

The slate man paused for a moment, then said with some uncertainty.

"I always feel like this breath——"

"It's very familiar, right? There's no need to doubt that the world that has been destroyed and reduced to a border has been more or less affected by Him. So, of course, your world is no exception."

The general slowly walked along the city wall and said.

"It's just that some worlds were only slightly brushed by Him, and some worlds were directly invaded by Him."

"Is just passing by enough to lead to the destruction of the world? It is really an evil existence."

The slate man frowned and said.

"Who says it's not? What about Fuer, have you thought about it?"

Fu'er was silent for a while, looking away from the huge limb.

"Probably...angry."

"is it?"

The general continued walking without judging Ful's feelings.

"I have a story. Just listen to it as an old man's ramblings."

The general rambled on and began to tell a story that seemed quite far away.

"Once upon a time, there were three new recruits in the Federation's anti-disaster force. There was a certain age gap between them, but they eventually formed a deep friendship through mission after mission."

"The eldest is a hero, combat type, responsible for the main operations; the second is also a hero, support type, mainly responsible for analyzing the situation and coordinating tasks; the youngest, the third, is an ordinary person, often called a nerd by them , responsible for logistics and battle situation control. Although the third among the three is the youngest and an ordinary person, it can be said that this person is their backbone."

"They have collaborated with each other for about 20 years, but as time goes by, their different personalities ultimately affect the way they deal with the same problem."

"The eldest brother is the most radical, after all, he is a combat type. He is also the most extreme when dealing with problems. The second eldest son is the calmest and can be regarded as a conservative. He always pulls the eldest brother to prevent him from causing too much trouble. The third son remains calm. Neutral, maintaining balance.”

"But they didn't have such a small issue that affected their mission. They just had a few more quarrels and arguments. In the end, during a collective transfer, the three people with enough merit naturally chose a path that was more suitable for them. .”

"In other words, after the three of them had a big fight, they each chose a different path."

"The eldest son went to the federal army. He firmly believed that as long as he had enough power, he could solve any difficulty. The second son went through several agencies, and finally, for some unknown reason, ended up at an observatory that was not very suitable for him. And the third son, Then he went to Atlas Academy and became a scholar who was not concerned with worldly affairs."

"They haven't seen each other since."

Until 20 years ago, at Lao San's funeral, even though they had different opinions, they still came together to pay homage to their common old friend.

"Although, after so many years, even the most radical boss clearly understands that sometimes power is not omnipotent."

The general pointed at the Lord of the End in the distance.

"Even now, he knows at least three options to effectively eliminate the tentacles of the Lord of the End, but he still won't do it. Because it's not worth it."

"Because maintaining the status quo of stalemate here can save more lives and more valuable things than desperate war."

"It's a pity that when he understood it, he couldn't go back..."

The general sighed, while Fu'er looked into the distance in silence.

Everyone can understand who the boss is.

"Fuer, what is the purpose of your journey?"

After gathering his emotions, the general suddenly asked.

"In order to... decide the future..."

"Really? Much better than I was back then."

The general looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Since you still have the chance to make a choice, don't let your future self regret it. Don't be like me, an old guy who only has one year left to live, you know?"

“One year???”

Compared to the words that persuaded him not to regret, Fu'er was more concerned about the old man's description of his remaining life.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just that my life span is up. I'm not an old guy like Bracken. I know that I'm not in good health but I still stay up late and smoke every day. I just lived to the age I deserve to live."

"Don't the federation, the administration, or the Atlas Institute have any solutions?"

"No, dying is not a sudden illness. People will die after all, Fu'er, even heroes."

The general turned around, no longer looking outside the fortress, but staring at a training ground not far away inside the fortress.

The soldiers are running and exercising, and some are training cross-country.

"Did you see the man standing in front of the stage?"

Following the direction the other person pointed, Fu'er saw a middle-aged man.

"His name is Gaspar Phoenix. He is an S-class hero in the making. If nothing happens, he will reach the SS-class rating in two years. He is already qualified as a general. I brought him out personally. He is a soldier, but he is calmer than me and understands the overall situation better. When I die, he should inherit the command of the fortress border."

"In addition to him, Antonio, Chen, Da Vinci, there are many great young people here. In fact, they could have taken over my position long ago, but they were unwilling. Because they stubbornly believed that as long as I was still there, I am their unique supreme commander."

"Yeah, when I think back, I have actually trained so many great guys. It's really unexpected. I definitely can't imagine it compared to the past."

"So, there is no need to feel sad for my destined departure. You should be happy for the new era. Only when the world does not need us heroes, that is the best future, isn't it?"

"…………"

"Think about it, boy."

The general patted Ful on the shoulder, turned and walked towards the elevator.

"How many days are you going to stay here?"

suddenly the general asked.

"Three to four days... maybe I should take a look here on my own and think about my next stop."

"Do you want to continue the journey?"

"I don't really know because I don't have the answer yet."

"That's it...three days...should be enough time..."

The other party seemed to be calculating something, then turned to Fu'er and said.

"On the fourth day, you still come to this place. I think I should be able to teach you something more."

"Ah? What to teach?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Besides, I told you, there is only one answer in the army!"

"........."

"Yes!"

In helplessness, Fu'er responded.

Finally, after taking another look at the ferocious monster in the distance, Fu'er turned and left.