I, the Heir of Heroes

"Ah~ I'm such a terrible man..."

Undoubtedly, my xinxing has changed with the passage of time, at least those so-called anxiety, hatred, pain and other negative emotional manifestations have faded a lot.

If it is in a highly civilized world, it may cause trouble, but in a war-torn disaster...

At the very least, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Eliminating useless personal heroism, rational thinking that is mixed with instinct, will become Jia Luo's reliance to get rid of the unknown shackles on his body.

"Well~ No matter what, everything here still needs to continue step by step."

With nostalgia for being immersed in it, Jia Luo smiled helplessly, and then looked straight at a branch tentacles hanging in front of him with humility.

Evolving from an ignorant consciousness, it has become a new fantasy species, which can naturally perceive the essence of Galo, and can also understand the source of its own birth.

Having never experienced a complicated world, it follows its instincts and uses the posture it thinks is most suitable to offer its loyalty to the gods.

"..."

"Oh~ do you want a name?"

The meaning of leaving it to Jia Luo to decide the title that will last for a lifetime is self-evident.

Sensing the information and request contained in the wave of the soul, Jia Luo pondered for a while, then slowly stretched out his right hand.

Sitting on the throne, the slender index finger hangs straight above the branch.

A pitch-black force slid across, and a scar was split on the pad of Jia Luo's index finger—a drop of viscous blood with a chaotic breath was about to drip.

"I offer you two options, and you should be able to understand them with your strength and wisdom."

Jia Luo's expression was calm and profound.

"One, as a reward for waiting for you to grow during this time, I need to take what I need from you, and then you will be free."

"Second, I will give you a name. In the future, you will become my family member and walk in the world. But, in contrast, you will lose what a living being pursues for a lifetime."

Jia Luo didn't retract his index finger, but the drop of blood was still hanging tenaciously on his fingertip.

The blood shining with pitch-black light exudes a strange temptation, as if a decision has been made, the tentacle-like branch rises in front of the throne, and then stretches forward, soaking the blood all over the body.

"Looks like you've made a decision."

Jia Luo stared at the branches that were frozen in place, ignoring the shaking of the surrounding ground.

The phantom species seemed to feel extreme pain, and the blood that turned into dense runes quickly spread from the tip of the branch to the huge body.

In just a few breaths, the same breath as Jia Luo was engraved on his soul.

"A name? What a tangled question."

Raising his forehead and looking at the tree crown that blocked his entire view, Jia Luo recalled the various legends that fit his characteristics in his memory, and then looked again at the life waiting in front of him.

"The only life, the world tree that supports the entire space, from now on, you will be called Yuk Trasil."

Naming means acknowledgment, and with the power of language, the whole world recognizes this newly born life form at this moment.

"Thank you, my Lord God."

The connection of the soul undoubtedly made the conversation simple and clear, and the thick sense of sound that matched its huge and heavy body echoed in Jia Luo's mind.

"Lord God?... Forget it, let's just call it that simple."

Jia Luo hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not choose to change other titles.

These are not important, what is important is whether there will be a power characteristic in line with Jia Luo's inner guess in the phantom species in front of him.

Closing his eyes, and following the connection of the inscription, Jia Luo sank his consciousness into the essence of the other party.

"Seal, enchantment, isolation, spell formation, space formation, decay..."

"The composition of space and spells is understandable. Does decay inherit the ability of the original creator of this place!? The seal, barrier, isolation... so, it seems that the power released by the elf is very powerful. Ability!"

Compared with those simple structures and the decay that has no effect on high-ranking races, etc., the only things that are worthy of Jialuo's attention are the first few items.

He needs to use external objects to isolate himself from the main world.

In Jia Luo's eyes, the planet that flowed with substantial malice has long been covered by a dark river. Once he appears in charge of [Absolute Evil], the [All Evil in This World] who has found his home will undoubtedly destroy him submerged.

The sudden greatness of power is often accompanied by loss of mind.

Waiting for Jia Luo, who has not yet chosen to fully live in this world, is because he has been worrying about this.

Now, he has found the perfect material to make his shackles.

"Let's do it, Trashiel."

"Your will."

Convey your own ideas to the past, and the imaginary kind of immediate execution quickly extends the branches.

Countless slender branches were entwined and woven around Jia Luo's body, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the ideal spiritual outfit in his heart.

Feeling the space attribute expanding around his body, representing that the power of Feng Jue is suppressing his scattered breath, the corner of Jia Luo's mouth showed a shallow arc of satisfaction.

"Finally—we can begin."

Staring at his open and clenched fist, Galo said this.