[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

"Let's talk about it after I meet him." Su Xuan smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't worry about meeting that terrifying god at all: "If I can't get his approval, no matter how you are here Admiring me, that is... useless."

The old king kept smiling, as if he saw his most beloved child, his eyes were kind and soft: "You will succeed!"

"Of course you will succeed." His smile gradually widened into a strange arc: "If I say you can't, you can't, but as long as I say you can, who will think you can't?"

The surroundings were distorted, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth changed. The resplendent and resplendent palace where Su Xuan stood before turned into a tomb overgrown with weeds. The fire is flowing, the jackdaws are hoarse, and there is a kind of creepy desolation and bleakness.

A pale crescent moon hangs obliquely in midair, the pale moonlight pours down, and the air seems to be filled with yin energy from this land.In such an environment, every stone and tree seemed to be infected with an unknown curse.

The distance and space were widened in an instant, and the old king who was standing dozens of steps before the steps had disappeared. Only a figure in a black cloak stood there. He raised his head and was completely covered by the hood. Under his face, two blood-red lights flashed away, which were the color of his eyes.He was holding a long, pitch-black sickle in his hand. This sickle was really too big. The handle was almost two people tall. The crescent-shaped blade shone with cold light and was very air-conditioned. It was a bloody and dead weapon!

Isn't this familiar figure that I saw not long ago just stopping the red dragon Ryder in mid-air, forcing him to find ways to send Su Xuan away, and in order to hold him back, buy time, and even fight with his life The mysterious man in black?

Su Xuan took a few steps forward, folded his right hand in front of his chest, and bowed to salute: "We meet again, Your Excellency, I don't know the current situation of Ryder who recklessly bumped into you the day before yesterday?"

"Did you guess it was me?" the god of death asked shyly.

"In the game, there are only players who are gods, and your image is too special..." Su Xuan looked directly at him and said, "It's not difficult to guess, and this also explains why Ryder is so reckless. After all, he really cares too much about me and doesn’t want me to fall into your hands as the god of death.” Su Xuan shook his head and sighed: “Only the god of death, there is no one who is not afraid.”

"Hmph, but now you are still standing in front of me?" Death said slowly: "And that stupid, arrogant red dragon is probably hiding in some simple cave and licking his wounds! "

Su Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Thank you for your kindness."

"I don't know what is your order for the two summons?" Su Xuan never mentioned the unpleasant first meeting last time, and said as if nothing had happened: "I think you didn't come here for a mere ssr, I heard about it earlier It is rumored that you have already been accompanied by the Ice Queen. And the ssr, which is a miracle to others, is just a little less likely to you. After all, the gods are independent of time, but the miracle of ssr has never been out of time."

The Grim Reaper stared at the little boy in front of him, his eyes almost solidified. Many sr-level characters who are arrogant and powerful can't help trembling under such pressure, but the little prince still smiled as before.

He walked forward, and the cloak that dragged the ground rubbed against the desolate land. He bent slightly, stretched out his skinny hand, and lifted the little prince's white and round chin with his slender index finger. Next, the god, who has always been hard to see the true face, said with difficulty: "Although your soul is so strong and tenacious, it is almost the limit that mortals can reach, and even some aliens are not as good as you in this point, but this alone can I can't make you regard my divine power as nothing... Sure enough, from the moment you were summoned, the feeling that rose in my heart was not wrong. Your soul is stained with the divinity that belongs only to death !"

"But I... I never remember having a child like you!" The God of Death said in a cold tone, the temperature around him plummeted, and the chill was piercing his bones: "You are not the son of God."

"Divinity of death? What is that?" Su Xuan blinked and asked in doubt. Even under such circumstances, he did not have a trace of fear. This is not a kind of forced composure, but a kind of arrogance that never yields. Calmly: "Maybe you should be looking for my unknown biological father?"

There was a slight smile in his last sentence.

"What is divinity, you ask? Divinity is the seed that made you grow into the proud appearance you are today!" Grim Reaper grinned silently: "Do you feel that all the people in this world are insignificant? There is no difference, you are above human beings, you despise all the sorrows and joys in the world, and everything around you can be treated equally to you?"

Su Xuan was stunned, he was really stunned this time, because everything that the God of Death said, he had already had clues when he was still on the original earth, in order to cover up this untimely arrogance, he even deliberately treated the He practiced with the mirror for a long time, otherwise, why do you think he played Li Xunhuan so smoothly in the first world, without flaws?

Because the character he disguised on the earth is just like it.

Sure enough, from the very beginning, the person chosen by the little yellow ball has never been ordinary!

As I am, so should everyone else!

But Su Xuan quickly calmed down his slightly fluctuating mood, and said casually: "So what? Although I don't know its function very well, I believe that even if I lose the paragraph you said now Divinity, as far as I am concerned, has no effect."

"How can I attribute my growth to a dead thing?" He raised his head slightly, freed from the fingers of the god of death, his gaze was more dazzling than the ancient scorching sun for a moment. The shot shot into Death's empty and lonely chest, making the cold heart flow warm blood for the first time, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Good boy..." Rubbing his fingers, he caressed the little prince's tender and rosy cheeks, and asked softly for the first time: "Good boy, are you willing to be my godson?"

"...But I don't like black." Su Xuan blinked, wondering why.

"I don't have a dress code." Reaper deliberately misunderstood.

Su Xuan's eyes wandered for a while, and he said again: "I will own a country, and I'm afraid I won't be able to follow your teachings like your last godson."

"You don't need to learn from me," said Death.

Su Xuan smiled slightly: "I will launch a war that will sweep across the entire continent. All the lives that should not live and should not die will all step into the grave of death together and become the tombstone of my hatred."

"As long as you're happy." Death said after a short silence.

Su Xuan squinted his eyes, and his fine eyelashes covered the overflowing light in his eyes. He leaned forward and gave a shallow hug to the cold death god under the cloak in front of him. The death god did not move. He whispered in his ear: "I came here for this, how can I refuse?"

After Su Xuan walked away from the God of Death, he stood on the king's hall again. The old king was sitting alone on the golden throne. He put on warm ermine fur and covered him with a blanket made of white fox. Hundreds of tallow candles were erected on the lamp stand, and the lights were brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

The scepter he held in his hand during the day had already been put away in the safe, and the maid who had lost all manners had disappeared. The old king closed his eyes, as if he had finally fallen asleep while waiting, but Su The moment Xuan appeared, he woke up from his sleep, his cloudy eyes were astonishingly sharp.

He stood up, took a few steps forward, and carefully looked at Su Xuan's wrinkle-free clothes and expressionless face, with an unbearable excitement gradually appearing on his face: "You...you succeeded?"

Su Xuan didn't answer, he just glanced at the silent and deserted hall, and asked curiously: "Excuse me for being rude, but I may know what you are asking for when you pray to the Godfather?"

The old king's skinny cheeks twitched. Hearing the shout, he knew that he had succeeded. He finally got his wish. He said ecstatically, "What can't I say? When I was young, my heart and eyes were full of tears." It is the throne of my father, and I think that in order to control my own destiny, I have to step on the supreme throne, so I ignore family affection, friendship, and love.”

"And when I was getting old and my whole body was full of oldness, I realized that the most precious thing in this world is not power, but... time." He roared loudly: "I never regretted abandoning everything I went to Pursuing throne and power, what I regret is that when old age came, took my hair, disfigured my face, and shattered my voice, and there was nothing I could do about it."

"For this reason, I knelt down and prayed in front of the statue of the God of Death day and night." He shouted piously: "What I pray is not to delay the pace of death, nor to prolong this rotten life!"

"What I'm after is the eternity of the longevity species!" He blushed with excitement: "For this reason, I am willing to lose my human body, for this reason I am willing to abandon my ancient country, for this reason I am willing to abandon all these subjects, and then... I will live forever in the kingdom of death!"

After saying this, the old king seemed to feel that the final moment he had prayed for had finally arrived. He stroked the clothes on his body, wiped off the wrinkles, pushed aside the soft blanket, and sat down solemnly again, on the high throne On top of that, he slowly closed his dry eyes.

No more sound.