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

Outside the golden hall, Eivor stood under the arch, listening to the noisy sounds coming from inside. After hesitating for a moment, he walked in.

As you cross the high threshold, a warm breath hits you in the face.

A long golden table stretched all the way from not far from the entrance of the hall, with no end in sight.

The long table was piled high with all kinds of meat, steaming hot and smelling delicious, like small hills.

Both sides of the long table were filled with men and women. They were strong and casually dressed. Each of them had a faint golden glow on their bodies, and various blue tattoos were covered on their exposed skin. Silver wine jugs filled with wine were placed next to them, and they would pick them up from time to time to drink heartily.

The strong aroma of wine spread out, filling every wisp of air.

It looked like a carnival was going on here, with noisy sound waves filling every corner.

Everyone was eating meat with big mouthfuls, talking loudly, clinking glasses vigorously, toasting each other, and wolfing down the food. The air was filled with a warm and unrestrained atmosphere.

In comparison, Eivor, who walked into the hall with a confused look on his face, seemed a little out of place.

To be honest, he has never liked this kind of lively and carnival atmosphere.

But for some reason, he did not feel any discomfort standing here at this moment, and even vaguely wanted to blend into this banquet.

Eivor stopped by the dining table, trying to attract the attention of two sturdy men nearby, but they seemed to be immersed in the banquet and had no intention of paying any attention to Eivor.

Therefore, Aivor could only follow the road beside the dining table in confusion and move forward.

He didn't know how long he walked, but the long dining table that seemed to have no end at the beginning finally reached the end.

At the main seat at the dining table, a person with a golden pigtail was sitting there with her head supported by her right hand. She had no Adam's apple and seemed to be a woman, but her appearance hardly showed any feminine gentleness. Instead, she looked extremely resolute. Her hairstyle was also very neat and tidy, with both sides shaved, except for the golden pigtail falling on her left shoulder.

Noticing Eivor's arrival, she tilted her head slightly and glanced at him, "You're here."

The tone was so familiar that it seemed like the two were talking to good friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.

The voice is a little rough and hoarse, and also lacks the softness of a feminine voice.

"Where is this place?" Seeing that someone finally paid attention to him, Eivor couldn't help but ask.

"Valhalla, didn't you see it when you came in? Or do you not know how to read?" she replied coldly.

"What is Valhalla? Why am I here?" Eivor asked.

The woman wrinkled her nose, picked up the silver wine jug on the table, took a big gulp, wiped her mouth, and burped.

"Hiccup... All the invited warriors will come to Valhalla after death to receive the victory and glory they deserve."

"I will come here after I die..." Aivor's expression darkened, and he muttered to himself, "Am I already dead?"

"No, you're not dead yet," the woman said, "but you will be soon."

"You mean... I still have a chance to go back?" The negative look on Eivor's face disappeared, revealing a bit of anticipation.

The woman raised her lips and revealed a meaningful smile. "Of course, the premise is... I agree to let you go back."

"What...does that mean?" Eivor's mood sank slightly.

"What's your name?" The woman suddenly changed the subject.

"Eivor."

Hearing the name, the smile on the woman's face widened.

"What a coincidence, my name is also Eivor."

As soon as she finished speaking, she ignored the astonishment on Eivor's face, suddenly stood up from her seat, stepped on the dining table, raised the silver wine jug, and shouted:

"Warriors! The moment of glory has arrived!"

The sound was loud and echoed throughout the entire hall, as if it was some kind of proclamation.

The blood of those soldiers who were reveling in the carnival began to boil. They stood up one after another, some standing on their chairs, some directly stepping onto the long table, holding up their wine jugs and shouting all kinds of slogans.

"Alas!"

"Ha! Let's fight!"

"For glory!"

The scene was noisy and chaotic, with all kinds of shouting filling the entire hall. Eivor was deeply affected by the atmosphere and had the urge to shout something.

The next second, another Eivor, or Eivor, grabbed another silver flagon and stuffed it into Eivor's arms.

"Drink victory!"

Aivor shouted, holding up the wine jug.

"Drink wins! Drink wins!! Drink wins!!!"

The warriors in the hall shouted in response three times, then raised their wine jugs and drank them all.

Aivor stared at the scene blankly while holding the wine jug. After hesitating for half a second, he also drank the jug of rich, spicy wine in big gulps.

"Uh... burp..."

After drinking a large pot of wine, Eivor couldn't help but burp and his body swayed slightly.

He usually would not get drunk no matter how much he drank, but now he felt a little dizzy.

When he put down the wine jug and looked around, the scene made him tremble all over and his drunkenness instantly disappeared.

The long table filled with food and wine disappeared at some point, and the warriors who were originally sitting on both sides of the table took out swords, spears, heavy shields, axes and other weapons from somewhere and fought desperately.

Every move is a fatal blow, aiming at the opponent's vital points.

They were enjoying themselves together just a moment ago, but now they seem like mortal enemies.

The blood was gushing out and splattering, and people fell to the ground and died from time to time.

The strong smell of blood replaced the aroma of wine, filling the entire hall.

"Hey! Stop daydreaming!"

The female Aivor threw a hand axe to Aivor, then without further ado pulled out another axe and struck him directly on the head.

Although he had a premonition, Aivor was still surprised by the sudden attack, and he quickly raised his axe to block it.

Aivol chopped the handle of the axe, then slashed the axe blade down, landing on his abdomen with lightning speed, and then lifted him up with force.

In the blink of an eye, Aivor was ripped open, and real pain surged through his body. Before he could react, the opponent's axe blade instantly slashed across his neck and chopped off his head, ending his suffering cleanly and neatly.

I don't know how much time passed, but when Aivor regained consciousness, he was standing in the same place again, holding the hand axe in his hand, and the sound of fighting was still going on nearby.

The female Aiwo stood in front of him, holding a battle axe casually, gave him a cruel smile, and then rushed forward again.

"If you hesitate, you will fail."

Just a few seconds later, Eivor, who had little experience in close combat, was brutally disemboweled and beheaded again. This time, the female Eivor forcibly pulled out his intestines, making him fully feel the pain before death.

When Aivor came to his senses, he was standing there intact, and in front of him was still Aivor.

Next, they were slaughtered repeatedly, fighting one battle after another, which they were not sure whether they could be called battles.

I don't know how much time passed, but after dying again and again, Eivor gradually became numb.

His close combat skills also gradually improved. In the beginning, he was almost killed in one encounter, but slowly he could withstand a few moves, and then he could hold out for a minute or two before being killed by the opponent.

Their weapons have also been upgraded from hand axes to swords and shields, spears, hook axes, bows and arrows, war hammers, flails, etc.

Eivor gradually became proficient in using weapons that he had never touched before and mastered various techniques.

Time passed slowly, and the fight seemed to last for quite a long time, with the entire hall stained with blood.

Finally, after hundreds and thousands of deaths, a huge bell rang, as if announcing the end of the battle.

"Dang——! Dong——!"

The soldiers who heard the bell stopped fighting, dropped their weapons, pulled up their opponents who had just been fighting from the ground, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and laughed heartily, their bodies covered in blood.

"Ahhhh——!"

Only Eivor, who had just arrived here, was still immersed in the instinctive fighting, raising the two-handed axe in his hand and chopping at his opponent.

The man waited quietly for Eivor to rush in front of him, raised his left foot, and kicked Eivor in the abdomen accurately, knocking him to the ground.

The two-handed axe fell out of his hand and turned into dust and dissipated.

The man strode forward, pulled Aivor up from the ground, took out a jug of wine from somewhere and stuffed it into his arms.

"It's over. You should go back. You are not worthy of being called a Heroic Warrior. You have no right to stay here."

Aivor was forced to drink a mouthful of wine while in a daze, and then was pushed by the opponent. He stepped on empty air and seemed to fall into nothingness, falling forever.

......

Under the azure sky, in the snow stained with a little bit of bright red, a handsome young man with bruises and scrapes all over his face was lying in the snow, breathing weakly, and his chest was still.

I don't know how long it was, but suddenly, the boy's breathing became heavier, his chest trembled slightly, and his eyelids trembled clearly.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and covered his forehead with a painful look on his face.

"Hmm..."

This violent movement caused him to feel pain all over his body as he was already covered in bruises.

However, he did not react much, as if he had long since adapted to this level of pain.

In comparison, the constant dizziness and splitting headache made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The young man bent over and retched, but could only spit out some bitter water.

This pain lasted for dozens of seconds and then receded like the tide.

The boy finally recovered, breathing heavily, his eyes tired and confused.

After sitting and resting for a few minutes, he recalled that his body was covered with bruises, and he quickly pulled out the herbal bag he carried around his waist and quickly took out herbs with healing and analgesic effects from it.

He looked at the herbs and without thinking, he just crumpled them into a ball, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them in big gulps.

These herbs are most effective when made into medicine. If you swallow them in a hurry like this, they will basically not be absorbed by the human body.

However, after taking the herbs, his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bruises fade, abrasions scar and fall off, fractures adjust and correct themselves.

Like a miracle.

After his injuries recovered, the young man's expression relaxed. He continued to cover his head and sit in the snow, as if he was recalling something.

Half a minute passed before he slowly recalled things about himself.

"I...I'm Aivor, a junior pharmacist."

Eivor remembered that not long ago he was pulled out of the car by a burly man, then rolled uncontrollably, fell here, and finally slowly lost consciousness.

He looked around quickly. There was a slope on the left with traces of rolling on it, and there were tall trees nearby.

It looked like he rolled directly from the main road into the woods on one side.

"We have to catch up with Tifa and the others."

Aivor stood up by supporting himself on the ground.

However, when I moved my body, I didn't feel the pain I had imagined.

Feeling his body was safe and sound, Eivor's face changed slightly, and he finally remembered his strange behavior of swallowing herbs carelessly just now.