The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

The feet made a dull sound in the snow. As the shape of the blood spot expanded, the stumps of the monster and the traces of fierce fighting were continuously reflected in front of my eyes. After walking a certain distance, I saw a black piece of cloth. piece.

I picked up the piece of cloth, and before I had time to look at it, the howling north wind rolled it into the gray sky. I watched it smash into the invisible wall of the illusion in the last roll, and I was worried about the impending appearance. people have a guess.

Not long after, the person who met my guess appeared in front of my road. He was lying in the sea of ​​blood of the corpse, rendering the white and gray game interface into a whole piece of irregular red.

"Dieter?"

I called out his name, only to find that his eyesight had been lost, his mouth and nose did not rise and fall, and the breath of life had long since passed away from his body.

I clenched my fists unconsciously, knowing that these were just illusions, I shook my head violently and continued to move forward.

The blood spot was not broken by a dead Dieter. I walked along the blood spot step by step, picking up a familiar gorgeous longbow on the way.

"Windsania next?"

I muttered to myself and dropped the longbow.

However, it was not Windsania who appeared in front of me, but a male elf hunter.

His limbs were unnaturally twisted, and his elbow and knee joints were severely injured. When I approached him and tried to raise his head to say something, he still managed to hold his breath.

"Kui...Kui..."

He was slurred, and it was extremely difficult just uttering these two repeated words. Blood foam overflowed from his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot when he looked carefully.

——A teammate from my previous life?

I knelt down to help him up, but he struggled to twist his mutilated body, as if I was some filthy creature that would die if I touched him.

"K, Christine...will not...forgive...you."

After the male elf finished speaking, he tilted his head as if his last wish had been fulfilled, and died.

I stood up and wanted to leave, but before I left, I was shocked by the breath emanating from his wound. The traces corroded and burned by high-concentration dark attribute flames were so similar to the power of shadow power!

I killed him? !

After being shocked, a memory full of long-lasting taste spread into my field of vision——

The surrounding area is covered with lush tall green trees, whose luxuriant branches and leaves even block out the sky. In front of "I" is a small grave, and the tombstone with crosses is covered with garlands woven with small blue and white flowers.

Christine was speechless beside "me", with long silver hair blowing in the wind, holding a blue and white garland similar to the one hanging on the tombstone in his hand, with an extremely sad expression in his expression, while "I" I couldn't understand what he was grieving for.

"Didn't the dead brave climb up from the save point? Or let the clergyman come to resurrect him. Why do you say he will lie here and never wake up?"

The "I" who is ignorant of the world asked so cruelly.

But this is actually my question as a viewer of later generations. There is no real death in the game world, right?The partner "I" buried in the tomb clearly remembers that he is the same existence as Christine, so it is impossible to die permanently because of the plot, right?

Christine raised his tired eyes and glanced at "me", then shook his head dully and said, "No, he is really dead this time."

"It turns out that death can be divided into real and fake? Were there so many fake deaths in the past? I only know that the npc you said will return to a certain place after death, and will reappear in the next week. They should not be considered real. death. Christine, what do you mean by real death?"

Quaid is like a newborn child, tirelessly asking innocent questions.

"True death is complete, eternal disappearance." Christine didn't seem to be answering Quaid, but more like convincing herself, "Past, present, future, every interface, every week, no matter where There will be no more 'once' of that person, and in computer terms, it will be permanently deleted"

"Christine, I don't understand."

"...It's okay, it's better if you don't know."

After a while, "I" asked again: "The permanent deletion... really can't come back forever?"

Christine froze for a moment, then looked at Quaid in surprise, life was faintly glowing in his cloudy green pupils.

——Yes, even if it is used, it cannot be permanently deleted. As long as the hard disk is still there, the data may be retrieved.

"If you defeat the Demon King, you may know how to get them back." Quaid, who didn't know that he was the Demon King, said this.

"Hmm." Christine smiled brightly, and put the wreath in her hand on the cross on the tombstone.

... Forced to read this memory, I returned to the illusion.

I knelt down again to examine the male elf's corpse, and extracted an ancient harmonica from his bloodied hand.

"Well--!"

This time, another wave of memories washed over my cerebral cortex, and I vaguely saw the scene where he had a happy conversation with Yanyan Yanyan, a nun who looked like Monica.

I remembered the name of a male elf hunter.

After praying for a while with folded hands like the clergy, I covered his eyes with my hands so that he could rest in peace: "Oliver, rest in peace."

I couldn't help thinking: If Quaid is the real murderer of Oliver, will Christine finally know the truth?If he knew the truth, how would he feel when he killed Quaid later?

Saying goodbye to one of my friends from the previous life, I embark on a new journey.

No matter what, this northern land is also Quaid's territory. I don't feel cold here, and the wind and snow will automatically get out of my way when it blows to my body, just like some kind of enchantment is opened on my body surface.

I saw Wensania under a cliff. Her chest was pierced by a sharp sword. Like Oliver, there were dark elemental crumbs of shadow power lingering in her wound.

I studied her wounds to see that she died thoroughly, perhaps quickly, and hoped she died without much pain.

——Obviously I can't feel the physical cold, but why does my heart feel like falling into an ice cellar.

What scares me is not watching the "deaths" of my companions one after another, but that I can still examine their bodies calmly and offer condolences to them. There is no pain or crying. I accept it casually and insensitively. There was no wave in his heart.

——Is it because this is an illusion?

——No, this has nothing to do with the illusion, what is cold-blooded is my heart.

Like Oliver at that time, I helped Winsania close her eyes. Her skin still retains the soft touch of her life, and the girl's body temperature is transmitted to my palm. I quietly watched her close her beautiful lake green eyes. Carelessly put Oliver's harmonica into Winsania's hand.

After praying for Winsania, I stopped and looked at the winding road ahead.

Spots of blood are scattered in the snow, the last person to appear I know everything about him, I resist to move forward, but I have to move forward, if I don’t move forward, I can’t end this illusion, I will be trapped Lose yourself here.

"It's just an illusion...it's just an illusion..."

I moved my stiff feet under self-hypnosis, and gradually the endless snow scene around me was no longer there. I saw the hillside in full bloom in spring, butterflies and bees playing in the flowers, and the building on the hillside was exactly the same as the Alsis Hotel. Building, I walked along the stone road to the front of the hotel and opened the door, and the three companions sitting in the lobby looked at me with bright smiles.

My eyes widened in disbelief, didn't Dieter and Windsania already...? !

"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion...!" I bit my lower lip hard to force myself to wake up, and I tasted blood on the tip of my tongue.

"...the store manager."

"Alsis~"

"Al."

Most importantly they opened their hands and called my name.

Tears came out of my eyes uncontrollably, I wiped my face indiscriminately, and ran towards the center of the three, taking Kane into my arms.

Windsania's joke rang in my ears, and Kane hugged me back with a helpless expression. I hugged him tightly, and the strength of my hands became stronger and stronger, almost rubbing him into the flesh and blood.

Burying my head into his neck and smelling his scent, I finally found peace of mind.

--wrong.

——I'm still in the illusion!

I hurried to push him away, but there was a sharp pain in my heart. I lowered my head in horror, and Kane stuck a knife there.

He held the knife and stirred in my heart. I was so painful that I couldn’t speak. When I opened my mouth, there was a rush of blood rushing out. My legs bent and I slid down. It was Kane who hugged me and stopped my downward trend. .

"Al said, you can't be soft-hearted at this time." Kane smiled more tenderly, leaned down and kissed my face, and licked away the blood from the corner of my mouth.

My mind was empty, I didn't say anything, I didn't think about anything, if I could die in Kane's arms, I would have nothing to regret.

Clenched his hand, his hand was shaking.He touched his face and felt something wet.

"Don't cry..." I murmured hoarsely through my burning throat.

If you cry, I don't want to die.

With the two of us at the center, Dieter, Windsania, and the entire hotel, the mountainside full of flowers, the snow-white extreme north, this world, all turned into ions and smashed to pieces.

I'm so tired, so sleepy, I'm losing all my body temperature and strength, I can't see Kane's face clearly anymore, I tried to touch his side face, but my hand fell down disobediently again and again. The distance is getting farther and farther away, and his voice is getting more and more ethereal. His tears hit my cheeks and neck like rain. Failed.

In a trance, I saw Kane pull out the sharp knife in my heart and plunge it into his own body. I was powerless to stop him, and could only stand there and watch what happened.

The temperature and strength flowed back into my body, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The knife somehow ran into my hand and fell into my arms. The dying man turned into Kane, his body It was cold, colder than the wildly falling snow along the way, and his lips were very white, even whiter than his skin.

"..."

what happened?Why?what happened?Wasn't it me who was killed?Why did the checkmate turn into Kane?Why is the knife in my hand?What did Kane do to me?What did I do to Kane?

The person who died should be me, why should Kane die?

I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand!

"Kane—!"

I shouted his name heartbreakingly, but there was only that expression on his face.

I didn't dare to feel his pulse, his chest was bleeding a lot, and my hands were stained red through his mage robe, I tightened my arms, his head shook, wet tears mixed into his lips Bloodstains rolled down his collar.

With a "crack", I heard the loosening of the shackles that I haven't heard for a long time.

Want to come out - "Black Dragon"... No, the power of "evil" bewitched me like that.

"Come out if you want."

I smiled indifferently and put my head on Kane's forehead.

"Kill as much as you want, as long as you are happy."

The evil dragon Quaid didn't need my permission, and the black flame condensed the power of shadow burst out of his body, burning the entire sky of void space in an instant.

That is the black flame of destruction, burning up everything, melting everything, making the earth's life charcoal, and destroying everything.

——"Sixth Game", are you ready to bear the wrath of the Lord of Shadows? ()