Personality V: I will save everything

"I don't know, but I think we can give it a try."

Carl didn't hold out much hope for this, because the owner of the manor had told him about it before coming here.

Remember the ability that the manor owner gave Carl? The manor owner let Carl control the world after death.

But this ability is likely limited to the world of Carl and others.

Why do we say "very likely"? Because even the owner of the manor himself cannot tell for sure. This is like two identical suitcases produced on the same production line by the same manufacturer.

Even though they come from the same production line and have the same appearance and internal structure, if you use the key of one suitcase to open the other, it may not necessarily open.

"But I still want to give it a try. After all, that's why I'm here, isn't it?"

Having said that, Andrew, Jack, and Norton, who were standing by to protect Carl and prevent any unexpected situations, felt that this possibility was unlikely.

Carl quietly used the ability given to him by the manor owner. He began to sense the world of the dead and tried to find a channel to connect with it.

Then.............

"It's open! It's open!"

Carl was so excited that he danced with joy. He didn't expect to succeed at the first try. He opened it, great!

Um........

It doesn’t seem to be very good...

"My goodness, at your size, what can you possibly get by with? An apple?"

Although Norton's words were meant to be sarcastic, what he said was true.

The passage that Carl opened was really only the size of an apple. It was difficult for an adult to even put his fist through it, let alone pass the whole person through it.

"What should we do now?" Norton leaned his head forward, wanting to see the scenery at the other end of the passage, but unfortunately it was pitch black over there and he couldn't see anything. However, he could hear the cries of ghosts over and over again.

"Hmm... Actually, I think I can continue to expand the passage... How should I put it... I feel like it's like a rusty door. If I apply force, I can knock it open."

Carl analyzed.

"Well, 'rusty door'? Maybe what Carl said is very likely. After all..." Jack also squatted down and looked at the other end of the passage.

The world after death on the other side looked as if it had never been managed by anyone. Perhaps even the passage had not been opened for a long time. No, maybe it had never been opened since the other side was created. No wonder Carl found it so difficult to open it.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Andrew said as he waved his right arm vigorously. Next they were going to exert their strength.

"Uh...uh...hmm..." Norton gritted his teeth and grabbed the edge of the passage, trying to pull him further away, but he was powerless.

"Oh my God, Carl, I will never laugh at you for opening the passage so small again. You are already very strong enough to open it so wide."

"Hey, shut up and think of a solution quickly." Jack was really impressed that he was still saying such things at this time.

"Come on, you're smart, tell me what we should do. Anyway, we've just tried everything we can."

Norton made a "please" gesture and moved aside.

Anyway, in the past period of time, they have tried all the methods they can.

A small part of Norton's body is now made of stone, because he just ate diamonds and turned into "fool's gold", but he still can't expand the channel even by one millimeter.

The same thing happened to Andrew and Jack. Andrew turned back into "Cheese" and Jack turned back into "The Ripper". Everyone tried to find a solution, but there was no way to widen the passage any further.

"..............." Carl had been sitting in the corner since a while ago, thinking about his connection with another world after death. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of a solution.

"Haha, I've got an idea. Everyone, please move aside!" Carl shouted excitedly, his face filled with confidence and determination.

He walked forward slowly and steadily, and the people around him cast curious and expectant glances at him, automatically making way for him.

Finally, Carl arrived in front of the mysterious passage. He took a deep breath, then carefully stretched out his right hand and gently touched the cold surface of the passage. Instantly, a strange feeling came over him, as if he could touch the soul of the passage through his fingertips.

However, as time went by, the passage did not respond at all. Carl frowned and thought to himself: What is going on? Why is there no movement in the passage?

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning - that's it! All along, his attitude towards the channel was too "soft".

He had actually been negotiating with the channel, trying to persuade it to widen on its own, but now thinking about it, this was extremely stupid.

You know, he controls the entire world of death! He not only represents death, but also death itself! In this case, he should issue orders and take tough measures as an absolute leader, instead of begging like a humble negotiator.

Yes, he is the absolute leader, he is the absolute king, he is... death itself.

Now...........

Just obey my orders.

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The mercenary walked slowly along the slightly dim corridor as usual. The dim light lengthened and shortened his figure, as if he was telling an unknown story.

However, before he knew it, a strange feeling came over him. He was acutely aware that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at his back. The feeling of being monitored and tracked made the hairs on his body stand up.

Although he was full of doubts and vigilance, he knew that it was not wise to launch an attack rashly before figuring out the other party's identity. After all, this might cause a series of unnecessary troubles or even dangers.

Therefore, when he reached the next corner, the mercenary quietly slowed down his pace and quickly adjusted his body posture. He gently placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, bent his legs slightly, and was like a bow with a full string, ready to go. As long as the stalker showed up, he would be able to launch a counterattack with a thunderous force.

Time passed by, and the atmosphere became extremely tense. Finally, in the quiet corner, there was a slight sound of footsteps. The mercenary's heart instantly rose to his throat, and his muscles tensed, preparing for the upcoming conflict.

But what he never expected was that, with a clear and familiar shout, "Mercenary brother!", a small figure rushed out from the corner like a flash of lightning. It turned out to be Karl, the innocent child with a bright smile on his face, rushing straight towards the mercenary.

The mercenary was stunned. He could never have imagined that the person he was waiting for was the lovely Carl. At this moment, his hand that was about to draw his sword was still frozen in the air, and his whole body was unable to retract in time due to inertia, so he was hit by Carl.

Carl excitedly hugged the mercenary's neck, not noticing the mercenary's embarrassed expression at all.

The mercenary shook his head speechlessly, secretly complaining in his heart: "Good fellow, it seems that my defense just now was completely unnecessary............"

"What do you want from me?" Even though the other party was a teenager, the mercenary still didn't want to have too much interaction with him.

But Carl pulled the mercenary's arm without hesitation and insisted that he follow him.

"Come with me, mercenary brother! I have something very important to show you, come with me!"

No.

The mercenary refused bluntly. Why should he play house with a child?

No matter how hard Carl pulled the mercenary's arm and coaxed him, the mercenary stood straight like a wooden stake and refused to follow Carl.

Helpless, Carl had to change his statement.

He leaned close to the mercenary's ear mysteriously and said, "I want to hire you. Even in the manor, mercenaries should be able to accept missions. Let's go to a room and talk in detail, okay?"

The mercenaries couldn't refuse this statement.

The mercenary had no choice but to follow Carl to an empty room. He wanted to see what kind of tasks the young man could provide him and what kind of rewards he would pay.

"Mercenary brother, can you promise not to tell the other survivors in this manor about anything you see next?"

Karl suddenly said mysteriously.

"Yes, protecting the privacy of users is the professional ethics of mercenaries."

The mercenary answered mechanically.

"That's great." Carl responded to the mercenary with a sweet smile.

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If any survivors from the original manor passed by at this moment, they would definitely be scared.

Because in their impression, mercenaries are always cold, reliable, and keep away from living people.

The mercenary was now kneeling on the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Tears had already fallen from his eyes, but he seemed completely unaware.

It was like a devout believer seeing a miracle.

The wandering soldier who was trapped in a vortex of self-blame saw a bright way home.

"Hi! Naib Sabeda, long time no see!"

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"We have a deal."

"Pleasant to work with."

The mercenary and Carl shook hands, marking the official start of their transaction.

When the mercenary left the room, his eyes were still red, after all, he had just cried, but his eyes were more determined than ever.

The deal the mercenary just made with Carl was very simple. Carl proposed that he could find a good afterlife for those mercenary comrades who lost their lives on the battlefield.

The only thing the mercenary has to do is to assist Carl at all costs before finishing the things in this manor.

And during the conversation, Carl did not hide his identity at all.

The mercenary was not too surprised by this. After all, the ability to see the souls of his dead comrades was an incredible thing that only God could do.

But to be honest, the mercenary never expected that the undertaker from another world would become God's little son.

No wonder he was raised to be this naive and lawless.

But it doesn’t matter anymore, it has nothing to do with me.

All you have to do is do your best to complete this transaction.

In fact, to be honest, in this kind of situation, the mercenaries feel that they have really taken advantage in a sense.

In fact, when Carl first proposed this deal, the mercenary almost thought that he would have to use his own soul to complete this transaction.

However, even so, the mercenary would not have the slightest hesitation. On the battlefield, his mistakes caused the deaths of his comrades, so it was fair for him to pay with his own life.

But unexpectedly, Carl just responded with a sweet smile and said, "Don't bother me, mercenary brother. I just need you to give me a little help."

Thinking back to this, the mercenary tightly grasped the thing he had just taken back from Carl.

Is a Gurkha saber, the glory of every Nepalese soldier.

However, since the mercenary's Gurkha saber was stained with blood, he had already found a place to bury it.

But what the mercenaries didn't expect was that Carl actually took out this saber that would never appear again.

"Silly boy, we were watching you burying it, how could we not know where it is? Keep it well and don't lose it again. This is the honor of every Nepalese soldier."

The mercenary pulled the saber out of the scabbard. It still emitted a cold light and was still as sharp as ever.

A tear gently dripped onto the blade.

Countless emotions surged in my heart, guilt towards my comrades, longing for my hometown.................

This is the last mission, mother...

When it's all over, I can go home.