When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

At the junction, night enveloped the quiet Airey Church.

The wandering businessman Gallet plays the huqin silently, and beautiful and sad tunes float in the air, creating a desolate atmosphere.

In the night sky above our heads, the huge blue moon is hidden behind the gray clouds, looming, casting a cold gaze on the earth.

Near the blessing point that exuded golden light, Li Shanren sat cross-legged in front of a dense golden sapling, sitting quietly for an unknown length of time.

The golden blessing light surrounded him, extending little by little into the distance, guiding him in the direction of progress.

"You look like you're not in a good mood."

After finishing a song, Gallie, who was sitting by the fire, suddenly turned his head slightly and looked at Li Shanren.

"Yeah." Li Shanren nodded lightly and said nothing more.

"Have you encountered any setbacks on your way to becoming a king?" Gallie asked, with a faint orange fire glowing in his gray eyes.

After hearing this, Li Shanren thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Not really."

His exploration of the border area is still at a very preliminary stage. At best, he has only cleared some caves, cemeteries and mines in the Nimgefu area.

He hasn't had time to meet a truly powerful existence.

"No matter what happens, for you faded ones, it's nothing more than trying again." Gallie smiled coldly, "You are favored by the golden blessing and have the potential to become a king. No matter what difficulties you encounter, I won’t knock you down.”

He is not the kind of person who is good at expressing emotions, so his laughter can appear a bit grim.

"Blessed..." Li Shanren sighed, "Who is caring for me? I don't feel there is anything special about me."

"Don't underestimate yourself..."

Galileo gently pulled the strings, once again outlining the sad and beautiful music.

"Before you, there were countless faded people who returned to this land. Logically speaking, they all have the qualifications to become kings, but in the end, the blessing left them again."

"Today, you may be the only faded person in this land who is still favored by blessings."

Listening to Gallie's comfort, Li Shanren smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Maybe you are right, I really have some unknown qualities."

After saying that, he stood up from the blessing point, patted his robe gently, and brushed off the dirt on his body.

"Are you ready to embark on the journey again?" Gallie asked, holding the huqin.

"Well, it's time to go. How long have I been here?" Li Shanren asked.

"About an hour," Gallie replied.

"Well, thank you." Li Shanren nodded and thanked.

According to the twelve-to-one time conversion between the two worlds, only five minutes should have passed in the other world.

He had just been reviewing what happened in Viscount Arman's castle, trying to learn lessons and experience from it, hoping not to make similar mistakes again.

However, the more I reviewed it, the more frustrated I became.

After all, from the moment he entered the castle, he was in a desperate situation with almost no way to break out except to escape.

Whether it was Viscount Armain who was hiding behind the scenes and controlling everything, or the clone of desire, the source of the incident, who showed up at the end, they were all much more powerful than him in all aspects.

To be able to get to the end step by step and unveil the real mastermind behind the scenes can only be said to have a lot of luck involved.

After all, Viscount Armain himself made some critical mistakes.

But in the end, when desire appears, I am really helpless and can only escape by committing suicide.

This is also Li Shanren's first real suicide after traveling through time.

To be honest, he was a little worried about whether his resurrection ability would have that strange setting of "you can't be resurrected if you commit suicide".

However, now it seems that it is not.

He successfully resurrected at the junction.

In this incident, the only thing Li Shanren was relieved about was that he asked Tifa and the others to leave the castle in advance.

If they stay, they probably won't change anything and will only increase casualties.

After all, the desire clone that appeared at the end was not something they could handle with their current level of strength.

The reality is far crueler than the game. The enemies will not line up step by step according to the level, and send them up one after another, feeding the other side until they are fat and white.

Sometimes, it may just be that a powerful being glanced this way accidentally, and the aura like a landslide and tsunami crushed a large number of people to death.

Who is to say that those who were crushed to death were not the protagonists of their respective lives?

In comparison, Li Shanren seemed to be just a lucky ant at this time, but he happened to be able to escape the fate of complete death.

......

"Don't underestimate yourself, you fader!"

Before Li Shanren left, Gallie suddenly shouted loudly while playing a beautiful tune.

"The road to becoming a king has always been extremely difficult. Even War King Godfrey went through countless hardships before reaching that position."

Listening to Gallie's encouraging words, Li Shanren, who was riding on horseback and had already called out Torret, nodded slightly, "Thank you very much."

Then he left this dilapidated ruined church without looking back.

Ten minutes later, Li Shanren galloped to Yakir Lake to the east of the church.

The black flying dragon Akir was sleeping in the north of the lake, with its huge wings covering the lake like a black curtain, and its long breath coming out of its nostrils like condensed ice mist.

Li Shanren pulled the reins and came a few hundred meters away from Yakir. He took out the meteorite staff and raised it in front of him. Three rock balls condensed on top of his head.

With a flick of his arm, the purple rock ball flew toward Yaqir with an unstoppable momentum and hit it hard on the head.

"Ho! Ang——!"

The sleeping Akil woke up from the pain. It opened its dragon eyes, and its black gem-like pupils instantly locked onto the small figure not far in front of it.

"Come on, Yakir, send me back to that world!" Li Shanren shouted.

He put the meteorite staff back into the storage bag, dismounted, and drove Torres away. He raised his hands in the air, just like the sacrificers who were trampled to death by Akil before.

Akil stared at the faded person in front of him who was provoking him, then opened his dragon's mouth, and a burst of orange dragon flame suddenly surged out from the depths of his throat.

It lay down in the lake and poured out the dragon flames from its mouth, sweeping away the land thousands of meters in front of it like a hurricane.

Li Shanren was naturally enveloped in it and turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye. When a gust of wind blew, he collapsed into ashes on the spot.

......

"Hiss—! Hot, hot, hot!"

In the dark alley, Li Shanren sat up suddenly, desperately patting the non-existent flames on his clothes, sweating profusely.

After several seconds, he slowly recovered from the burning hell-like feeling, panting, and his eyes regained their composure.

Originally, he wanted to find a place to jump off a cliff to commit suicide, but then he considered that if he accidentally fell to half death or near death, wouldn't it be a waste of time and the pain of waiting for death.

Therefore, it is more convenient to find someone who can kill him instantly.

Yakir is a good choice.

In the flames that reached thousands of degrees, Li Shanren only lasted a few tenths of a second.

Anyway, it will be very soon...

If the scorching heat hadn't finally caught up with his senses, following him like a shadow, dying under Akil's dragon flame wouldn't have been unacceptable.

This time when he went to the junction, Li Shanren did not choose to wait for four days to return automatically.

After knowing that the slave army would attack Farm City, he didn't have so much time to waste, so after spending some time reviewing, he chose to use death to return quickly.