npc is a heartthrob [hologram]

The first undead was the watchman sitting alone on the rock. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and prayed. Her withered, yellow and withered face was covered with fine wrinkles.

"You... why did you become an undead?"

The traveler hesitated to ask her a question.

"Is it the reason why I became an undead?" The watchman lowered his head and pondered for a while, his cloudy eyes narrowed in distress, "Is it for the gods."

"I was originally an elf princess...but in the face of disasters across the continent, neither my beauty nor my excellent archery skills are of any use."

"So I was dedicated to the gods. The sacrifice that day was held as grandly as the emperor's coronation ceremony. Small elves sang hymns around me, and the bright green light filled the entire space, making the forest of elves corroded by disaster Become even more beautiful than the original appearance."

"But I don't want to die, even if it's possible to awaken the gods to save the entire continent... I don't want to die either."

The watchman stretched out his hand tremblingly to caress his rough and ugly face, and clear tears flowed from those muddy eyes.

"Later the god really appeared. His silver hair was like a moonlight flower shining and independent under the moonlit night, and his blue eyes reminded me of the holy lake reflecting the sky in the middle of the forest of elves."

"He told me not to be afraid... He said he would answer our prayers, that all displaced people would find their way home, and that loved ones would have a chance to embrace each other again."

"He said everything except that he would wear himself out and die alone."

The former elf princess couldn't help but cry bitterly, the hoarse cry of despair and remorse.

——The traveler left in silence.

The second undead was a handsome man with wings. He sat on the eaves, looking up at the dark sky blurred by fog, his eyes were empty and his expression was obscure.

"Why did you become an undead for the gods?"

the traveler asked.

"That's right...why?" The man flapped his black wings and landed on the ground, and fell on the wall as if he had no strength to support his body.

"I was originally an angel... Do you know how the race of angels came about?" The man raised his head and stared at the traveler, the corner of his mouth curled up bitterly and ironically, "Angels were transformed from humans."

"Because the belief in God is too devout, it has acquired abilities that are different from ordinary people... It is obviously a group that has the grace of God, but when disaster strikes, like other races, it desperately hopes that God can save the world .”

"As the angel family closest to God, we can roughly feel the power of God... But at that time, we did not hesitate to choose to hide the fact that God might die for us, and kept asking God for help in order to survive. Make a prayer."

"This kind of us... this kind of us!"

"What qualifications do we have to receive God's favor? We betrayed God... and should be punished."

"We... long for redemption."

Not longing for redemption.

but longing for redemption.

The traveler left hesitantly.

The third undead is a paladin wearing armor and a long sword on his waist. He put the helmet he took off beside him, and the icon representing the paladin on the frosted hilt.

"Did you come to see me for something?"

The paladin's tone was extremely indifferent. He took the handkerchief and wiped the shiny sword, and did not give the traveler a look.

"Hmm...can you tell us why you became an undead?"

The traveler was a little scared by the indifferent attitude and the sharp sword, but he still asked his own question firmly.

"The reason for becoming an undead...?"

"I heard that you are here to save the gods...then it doesn't hurt to tell you."

"Our family is all believers in God. I have learned swordsmanship in the Holy See since I was a child. I hope to become a paladin one day, so that I can get closer to God and defend the glory of God."

"But when the disaster happened...that group of people only thought about themselves!"

The paladin's calm tone suddenly became resentful and fierce.

"I killed all the people around me who wanted the gods to save the world, but I couldn't kill all the creatures in the whole continent. This is the general trend. I can't stop the happening of letting the gods save the world."

"Even in the end, I couldn't save the dying god."

"I have failed my faith, and I have failed the sword in my hand to protect the glory of the gods!"

"I'm guilty."

The paladin let go of his hand dejectedly, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "boom--", the crisp sound shattered his persistent dreams and persistence for many years.

The traveler opened the book in his hand and took a look, then left the place silently.

……

The traveler kept running around like this, asking why the undead became like this.

All the undead are bound in place by the sin in their hearts.

Even if the gods did not send any guilt, they still stubbornly believed that they were guilty—because everyone in the world had sinned and fell short of the glory of God.

The traveler came to the palace of the last undead.

The door of the hall was wide open. Unlike the outer walls engraved with various magic patterns, the walls inside the hall were engraved with scriptures of prayer and self-examination of repentance. The mixed gold and red fonts made the walls look weird and dirty.

The traveler looked at the leader of the undead clan who was kneeling in front of the scriptures and prayed devoutly, and walked gently to his side.

"Can you tell me... your belief in God?"

After the traveler finished speaking in a gentle tone, he stood still and did not move.

The ugly black skeleton moved its mouth 'click click', and he stood up after silently reciting the last prayer, and the will-o'-the-wisps in his pupils flickered a few times.

"I...love...God"

The leader of the undead clan stretched out his claws to cover his hollowed-out head, and every time his mouth opened and closed, there would be a 'click' sound of bones colliding.

"I have seen the appearance of the gods dancing the sacrificial dance... Until now, when my memory is blurred, I also remember the smile on his clothes when he danced."

"I... like him so much."

The undead leader's skeleton body showed no expression at all, but the pain emanating from his hoarse voice could infect everyone.

"I like him."

[Yarlin] kept murmuring these words, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, crawled to the scriptures and knelt down again.

"So... I'm guilty."

The traveler who fell into astonishment was mercilessly swept out by the leader of the undead tribe—"Bump—" The gate of the palace was slammed shut, and the light in the palace was also extinguished in an instant.

[System]: Congratulations to the player for successfully completing the main mission 'Listen to the past of any ten members of the Undead Clan'.