I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

A long time ago, there lived a strange man.

He came from another world, with the wonderful idea of ​​wandering around and looking for a beautiful woman to be his wife.

He is unassuming, enthusiastic, informal, and has a bold and cheerful personality. In the words of his friends, he is a person without much brains—no, another person—he is a sun who came to the world in a hurry.

Everyone who met him liked him.

Among them, there is a certain king who is so arrogant to the sky, and a humanoid weapon that was proposed by a man immediately because of his good looks.

The two of them are the first "friends" a man makes.

After a series of things that were entangled, but actually just like that, the three people who were originally at odds with each other became intimate.

Drink and have fun together, go out to fight against monsters together, and participate in the celebrations in the city together...

Just because of the change from one person to three people, the man feels very happy, no matter where he goes, it is full of excitement.

Although he didn't tell anyone about it, he really liked lively people and things in his heart, and he also liked this lively country called Uruk.

The first time you encounter a beautiful thing, the impression it leaves on your heart is always the deepest.

The same goes for men.

Even though these people and things were all annihilated by cruel time after a long time, he still remembered them, and remembered the impact they had brought on him that was completely irreversible.

Even after hundreds of thousands of days passed, he ushered in death, and he still did not forget it.

Because of an accident.

In other words, the "destiny" controlled by the gods.

After a short period of happiness, the man who hadn't changed his personality at that time suffered his first heavy blow.

The person he liked was punished by God, and died in such an aggrieved way.

Unable to avenge, unable to kill the high-ranking "God" who can manipulate the fate of small human beings at will, and the friends he cares about also parted ways with him because he said it was all out of anger.

Encountered setbacks one after another, the man had a period of depression.

But with his pride, it is absolutely impossible for him to fall into a slump. In the end, only his originally flamboyant personality slowly converges.

Enkidu... was the puppet he had liked before, and the man did not let go of his death until his death.

He wants revenge, and he can do it desperately.

But what is desperate is that determination alone is not enough. The problem lies with the God who wants revenge.

Due to the decline of the age of gods, the gods who used to be able to come and go to the world of gods at will seemed to disappear overnight. Even if men became stronger and stronger, they couldn't settle accounts with the gods they couldn't meet.

This is equivalent to, even if he persists in waiting in the world, what he waits for is only unwillingness that cannot be eliminated.

He was indeed "worn out".

Men have changed a lot in a long time—an ordinary person might go crazy.

At least on the outside, he was very different from the scorching sun at noon at the beginning, probably because of the change from hot to cold.

Many things that happened afterwards also had a great impact on the man, but they were not as great as the first time, and he mostly didn't want to recall them later.

One thing I have to admit is that when he reached the end, he really felt very tired.

It was indeed his fault that he willfully abandoned the country he built because he was tired.

but.

It is completely opposite to the meaning of the "truth" revealed by the "ghosts" who deliberately concealed half of it and tried to deceive him.

He didn't want to justify himself, but he chose to give up all responsibility.

— for "Papara".

He really put his heart and soul into it.

In the end, he also tried his best to make sufficient arrangements for his people and leave a way out.

There have been countless times when I walked on the streets of newly built cities and climbed to the city walls overlooking the panorama of this tiny country. At that time, the man who was already very different from the "beginning" hung his head and thought about nothing else.

He would always think of Uruk thousands of years ago... the relatives, friends, and enemies that he had completely lost.

Despite the regret, despite the guilt that cannot be ignored no matter what, the man still did it.

The way of thinking is still the same wayward, it has nothing to do with him to worry about those crap things after he dies neatly...

……

Really no!burden!responsibility!appoint! ! !

The man who suddenly regained his memory—even though he was not very tall, he was the same person in the final analysis, let’s just say—was almost killed by anger.

That's not all, because a person's memory of more than 2000 years is too much and too complicated, and all of them come together, and he is not rushed to a sluggish crash on the spot. His willpower is already far better than ordinary people.

Most of the trivial and meaningless memories were temporarily skipped, and the amount of important content information left behind was too large. Fortunately, some fragments were restored before Eric, so it can be stabilized.

Yep.

Now that he knows what his name is, he still calls himself "Eric".

It doesn't matter what the real name is, anyway, it's more... ugly than I imagined!

It's better to turn your eyes back to the "dream".

The demon king who has recovered his memory is on the verge of erupting.

"Crack, click, click, click, click!"

Tooth-stinging clicking sounds overlapped one after another, as if the cracks were about to spread to the blood-red sky.

From the middle of the originally endless sea of ​​corpses, a sudden huge hole appeared. Needless to say, it was pierced by the man who was in it with a wave of his hand.

He didn't look at the black vortex under his feet, which seemed to be gathering nothingness, but looked at the top of his head, and the golden eyes reflected a depth that was far colder than Youhai.

Cracks really appeared on the edge of the blood-colored sky, but they were not torn apart by his own hands.

From behind the inconspicuous crack, there is a hazy chaos similar to that visible at the bottom of the lake.

Now that Eric can't think of what went wrong, he can die again.

This "dream" is actually a trap, a trap.

Although the purpose of digging out this trap is not completely clear, but it can be guessed that it is almost inseparable.

It's not a reason to stimulate him to recover his memory.It should be said that the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes was completely opposite to this, and he didn't want him to think of the past at all.

It wants him to be "controlled".

It can even be a little bit hotter - it tries to make him lose his "self".

Indeed, for an extremely short period of time, the heart of the man who only had a small memory of what happened in the past was shaken.

He couldn't ignore the absolutely real sense of guilt. At that moment, the shock in his mind was inevitable.

The beating rate of the heart suddenly increased at that time, and the moment after that, it suddenly stopped.

In a place invisible to the naked eye, a certain kind of golden blood that once tried to invade but was forcibly suppressed flowed out of the heart, mixed into the blood vessels undisguised, and grew like vines, bound to form a man in the body. A tight and strong "net".

When these ice-cold blood containing extremely powerful energy spreads all over the body, and then erodes into the brain, extremely bad things will inevitably happen.

That's what "it" is really about.

Eric was outraged by it.

Although he is not sure about the details of the golden blood, but the experience of being affected is still fresh in his memory.

That is the real bone-chilling coldness, which is enough to instantly freeze the boiling hot water, and has the ability to make people lose their distinct emotions and gradually become "absolutely rational".

"Why do you do this, what the hell are you good for, all these time-wasting questions are too lazy to ask."

Eric only roughly pinched his aching temple a few times, then put his hand down.

He said the answers to these questions that he didn't want to ask should actually be the top priority, and he couldn't just skip them.

but.

The bottom line was stepped on a few times, and his anger must be vented immediately.

If you want to ask, you have to wait until he vents.

reason?

If you insist, there is only one:

He was angry.

He was angry.

He was quite angry.

*****

When a shocking turmoil was about to break out, something happened to the children who were taking the hunter exam.

Hong Jiaodong and the others successfully passed the test of the temporary examiner, boarded the airship provided by the association, and went to the venue of the third test.

I don't know if it was part of the exam or just plain bad luck.

On the way, the airship encountered a severe storm and fell apart in mid-air, throwing all the candidates out unexpectedly.

Fortunately, the bottom is a desert, not a boundless sea.

Fortunately, Hong Jiaodong and the others were lucky, they were scooped up by the former temporary examiner Miss Artoria riding a magic horse, and they were able to hitchhike for a while... the horse.

"I see. The content of the third exam is desert survival. But, is this considered cheating?"

Hong Jiaodong was thinking about this problem, when he suddenly realized that the magic horse carrying them gave a long cry, suddenly turned around, and galloped past at a speed close to the speed of light.

Bakugo Katsuki: "Is this horse crazy?!"

The answer is of course no.

"Do not."

The blond goddess who picked them up looked straight ahead, unexpectedly showing a little bit of surprise.

"There's something wrong over there...Brother Eric?"

All redundant words were omitted, and Artoria took the two children directly to the place where the mutation occurred.

result.

Not surprisingly, they saw:

The blood-colored sky meets the sea of ​​corpses, and countless colorful loopholes appear between them, throwing the light of the sky into the deepest part of the scene of hell.

The wave of blood rushing to the heights with the momentum of overturning the sky was frozen, revealing a treacherous crystal clear holiness.

And in it.

Stepping on countless broken bones, the background is the intersection of ice and blood, and the silver-haired boy looked back against the light.

His figure would have given people a cold and terrifying sense of fear.

However, unexpected.

The boy raised the corner of his mouth a little and nodded slightly at them.

"It's too dirty, don't come here yet."

Accompanied by the understatement of the voice, all the hell scenes that made people—mainly those two teenagers—shocked and lost their minds, collapsed in an instant and turned into ice chips that could not be grasped.

The sky is completely bright.

He also "woke up".