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

According to Hemingway's suggestion, Fule experienced the feeling of being a soldier for the first time on the border of this fortress.

Get up early with the soldiers, train, study, and become familiar with the border environment and various emergency measures.

The main process is to run exercises in the morning, then listen to theoretical classes, and then practice.

Although it sounds a bit boring, Fu'er actually enjoys it.

However, he has never seen the General again in the past few days, and he can't figure out what the other party wants to teach him on the fourth day since that day, which is tomorrow.

And there's something a bit weirder.

I haven't seen Sylvia in the past few days, and I don't know where she has gone, but there is still a faint connection that proves the oath between the two.

Otherwise, he would have thought that the other party had encountered some accident.

Time just passed by bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye, the agreed day had arrived.

Just like the previous few days, I got up early and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast. After that, I didn’t go to the school grounds. Instead, I walked towards the city wall that the other party led me to on the first day.

The pale red sunlight shining through the wall, reflected hazily in the early morning fog, is indeed a unique spectacle.

After these few days of contact and study, Fule also roughly understood the characteristics of this border.

There are alternations of the sun and the moon, as well as changes in climate. It is said that when it was first developed, the blood-red sunlight had corrosive properties. However, after the expedition team's border equipment was installed, at least within the fortress, the corrosive properties of the sunlight have been purified and will not pose a threat.

As a border embedded in the barrier of the world, because it merges with part of the original world, this border does not dissolve slowly like half of the border. If it weren't for the invasion of the Lord of the End, this world would have been able to cling to the original world for a long, long time.

Of course, as a destroyed world, it is still unable to breed life, so even if it survives, it is only of significance to the original world, and it is nothing more than an extra piece of stable land.

What's more, the remaining area of ​​​​this world is only the size of a province in China.

"By the way... Slate Man, do you think... the atmosphere today is weird?"

Along the way, as usual, you can see soldiers on duty everywhere, but today they seem... extra serious?

"I don't quite understand... I'm just a slate."

"Tch, what's the use of you, you piece of stone?"

Fu'er sighed and looked around again.

I wouldn't call it a tense atmosphere, but it just felt like everyone was a little anxious.

And a little...sad?

In this weird atmosphere, Ful finally came to the entrance to the city wall, and the door was no longer the soldiers he had seen before, but Hemingway and another middle-aged man.

Fu Er had the impression that it was Gaspar Phoenix. According to the general's description that day, he was the hero who would inherit his command in the future.

"Your Excellency Fu Er, you are here. The General has been waiting above for a long time."

"How long have you been waiting? Is it such an important thing?"

"Yes, quite important."

Interrupting Hemingway's speech, Gaspar said in a deep voice.

"Last night, when the order came down, the General came here. He has been waiting."

"So, no matter what the General says to you later, please be careful and listen carefully."

"……Yes."

Although Fu'er was still in the fog, he still agreed first.

Because it seems like it's really important.

"Then, please come up."

"Yes."

With all kinds of conjectures in mind, Fu'er boarded the elevator, and then arrived on the city wall dozens of seconds later.

When he walked out of the dark room, the first thing he saw was Fu'er, sitting on a chair and staring at the general in the distance.

It's just that compared to the meeting a few days ago, the other person seems to be a little older.

His figure was a little stooped, and his demeanor was no longer so majestic, but the military uniform was still worn meticulously.

"Here we go, Fu'er, sit down."

He subconsciously saluted and sat on the chair next to the general.

Likewise, looking into the distance.

Looking at the limbs of the Lord of the End.

"You're studying well. How about it? Have you ever considered joining the army?"

Fu'er shook his head and replied.

"I have considered it, but I still feel that this path is not suitable for me."

"Really? Why? Is it because of my family and parents?"

"No... my parents... passed away a long time ago. Now I only have an aunt who works in the federal government. I usually live alone..."

Then Fule looked at the slate man on his shoulder and continued.

"Of course, I have a few more companions recently."

"Have you ever thought about getting married?"

"Ah... this seems a bit early for a quasi-college student like me..."

Fu Er scratched his head and replied.

"That's true, but I suggest you consider it."

The general shook his head and continued.

"I also had a marriage, but it was not a happy one. Of course, there is nothing wrong with my wife and two sons. The only one who is at fault is myself."

"bass--"

With a scraping sound, the other party struck a match and lit a cigarette.

This was also Fu'er's first time seeing him smoking. After all, he had never smelled smoke in the general's office.

"I was so obsessed with my work that I ignored them. In addition, I was impatient and ended up hastily ending my marriage with my wife. Even heroes who master miracles cannot do everything after all. Just For example, the emotions between people are something that even miracles cannot control. What’s more, don’t our miracles come from our emotions?”

"I've missed a lot and done a lot of things, but you're still young, so there's nothing wrong with thinking about it earlier."

"Um……"

Fuer listened silently.

"To be honest, I don't think I'm a talkative person. So when the director communicated with me some time ago, he asked me to give you a few words. I really don't know what to do. But when I After reading the letter you brought me, I understood that I just need to be a negative teaching material. You see, being a teacher is quite simple~"

The general took another puff of cigarette and coughed several times. He seemed to look older. Fu'er looked at him worriedly.

"General, if you feel unwell, why not go and rest for a while. I am not in a hurry, and it will be the same for another two days."

"It's okay. I quit smoking a long time ago. I'm just in the mood today. By the way, I already know your ability from the director. You are not a [hero], right?"

Fu Er nodded.

"That's great. If one day the world doesn't need us anymore, will it become a better place?"

"……I have no idea……"

"[Sage] doesn't know either? It seems that this is indeed a difficult question."

"But... I think."

Fu'er looked at the general and said seriously.

"Whether there is a [miracle] or not, whether you are a [hero], will not stop people from making any decisions or protecting their will. Even if you are not a hero, I believe everyone will still respect those who sacrificed their lives to protect the world."

"Is this also what you learned during this journey?"

"That's right..."

"Hahahahaha, that's good. Then I feel like I have nothing to teach you. Let me think about it..."

The general thought, and then issued a final inquiry.

"What is your goal in life?"

"As an ordinary person, live an ordinary life."

Without hesitation, Ful replied.

"Ordinary, even if you are already extraordinary?"

"But I will never forget the ordinary. It is for the sake of the ordinary that I grasp the miracle."

"Isn't your goal very clear? If that's the case, then I have nothing to say."

The general smiled, stood up, and took a deep breath.

"Soldier, Ful!"

"To!"

The general shouted, just like the scene during training these past two days.

"Soldier training, what do you do after the theoretical class?"

"Report! Actual combat!"

"Okay! Then, watch carefully."

The general reached into his arms and took out a crystal clear object.

Under the bloody sunlight, it shone with clear and translucent fire.

Fu'er looked carefully and realized that it seemed to be a pocket watch.

And...this vague feeling...

"General, is this a containment object?"

"Yes, this is a containment object, a numbered containment object."

Fu'er looked at the slate man. The piece in front of him was actually a numbered containment object. So what is its ability?

"This is a container that was entrusted to my care by my companions 10 years ago."

"No.121: Pocket watch with reverse crystallization."