My Tokusho Life Simulation

Yitzhak's lips twitched slightly, trying his best to speak in a low voice.

He didn't yell hysterically, nor did he die in madness.

It was at the moment when life was about to come to an end that it finally showed its demeanor that belonged to this high position.

This is also the so-called death of a person, and his words are also good.

But Luther just shook his head flatly, without any waves in his deep red eyes.

"I am not interested."

After finishing the words, he casually raised the Holy Sword of Darkness.

Then, a ruthless sword fell.

The sword light entangled in darkness was fleeting, and the head on the remnant body was easily separated from the neck.

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong.

With the ear-piercing sound, the head with an unbelievable expression rolled down the hill and disappeared into the fantasy world.

[Congratulations, junior player Luther, the current task has been completed. ]

Brand new writing appeared on the crimson light screen, Luther also took a deep breath, and took off the dragon of the evil king from his waist.

The bright red nosebleed dripped down the cheeks, and the deep red eyes gradually dimmed.

[The body obsession has been completed and cannot continue to maintain activity. It is estimated that the player will be recovered after 10 minutes, please pay attention. ]

At this moment, a sense of powerlessness surged through Luther's body.

He once again experienced the feeling of near-death that ordinary people may not be able to experience once in a lifetime.

The body shook uncontrollably, and with a stagger, Luther completely lost the strength to stand up, and fell powerlessly towards the grass.

And at the critical moment when he was about to fall, the dragon of the evil king gently caught Luther with his body.

It curled up, supported Luther, and slowly fell to the ground.

The cold scales were stiff and painful, but Luther smiled naturally.

"Thank you...Dragon of Evil."

His body and spirit have completely reached the limit at this moment.

The dark gold dragons descended one after another and prostrated themselves on the ground, and the bodies of the divine beasts gradually turned into light spots and dispersed.

The souls of the dark swordsmen stood up from the dissipated light spots.

Like Luther, they were all smiling.

"Thank you, Soul of Another World, our sacrifices for thousands of years finally have meaning and value."

The former swordsmen said in unison.

Gradually, in a hazy halo, the door to other worlds opened.

"Can I ask you to do one more thing for me in the end, Luther."

Luther raised his head and looked at Wuming, who was gradually blurring and was about to go to that world.

The youths with similar faces met their eyes at this moment.

The two smiled at each other.

Without words, Luther understood the other party's thoughts.

Wuming's last concern in this world is the immature Fire Swordsman.

"Please, don't make her come to me in a hurry."

"Okay...we have a date...but I think I told her about it once before..."

Luther grinned, stretched out his fist tremblingly, and collided with Wuming's fist.

At this moment, the sacrificial swordsman of darkness showed a relieved smile, turned around, and ran towards the predecessors who were still waiting in front of the door.

"Goodbye..."

Luther waved his hand with all his might.

The evil dragon looked up to the sky and cried out in mourning, seeing off its like-minded companions for thousands of years.

Down the hillside, a young man in black and top hat walked slowly, with a gentle smile on his lips.

He walked to Luther's side and sat gently on the ground.

Although the evil dragon trembled a little, he still bared his teeth and showed a fierce look to protect his comrades in his arms.

Luther smiled and asked indifferently: "This is my end... Lord of Fantasy...how do you feel...?"

"Yeah, a surprisingly good story."

The voice of the fantasy lord is a little emotional:

"After all, it's been nine times."

"59 times...?"

Luther frowned suspiciously.

The Lord of Fantasy smiled slightly, and looked up at the blue sky.

"Sorry, just take it for me to say something weird."

How many years have passed since that day?

I can't remember clearly.

But he still remembered that a long, long time ago, he was regarded by everyone as a traitor swallowed by power.

But at that time, there was an ordinary swordsman with the sword of truth who unconditionally chose to believe in him who was wanted.

Fight alongside the stigmatized Swordsman of Fire and the gods who were once human.

[Fei Yuzhen, what are you depressed about!Didn't you say that the ending of the story is up to you to decide! 】

When He was negative, the red-eyed youth's merciless voice scolding him for waking him up flashed again.

[I will continue to win in another distant place...so...you can't lose to the so-called fate...]

The tragedy that I can't forget until now is also reappearing in front of me.

On that day, in the tower where the world was about to end, he lost the partner who trusted him first.

He will never forget that day, no matter how much time passes.

The Lord of Fantasy stood up slowly, pressing down his black top hat.

"The story of Wuming has come to an end, but you haven't, Luther, no matter how many times or how many years, I will wait for you here."

"We have a date."

As the voice fell, before Luther had time to ask anything, the figure of the Lord of Fantasy had disappeared without a trace.

In the hut on the low hill, a novel with not yet dry ink lay quietly on the table.

The above text describes what Luther saw and heard during this journey, as if the entire story flow is recorded on it.

Or--

But at the end of the story, there is a blank space with nothing, and there is no established text to make a decision.

The Lord of Fantasy picked it up, closed it, and gently pushed it into the gap in the bookshelf.

The young man in black smiled.

"The true ending of this story is for the people living in this world to decide for themselves."

As the words fell, the hut on the low hill disappeared together with the great sword like a starry sky.

— as if it never existed.

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For the second update, it is estimated that the next day will not be released until ten o'clock in the morning at the earliest.

Report the bounty situation.

Recommended tickets: 3807/500 (2K)

Monthly ticket: 256/50 (2k)

Reward: 6476/5000 (2k)

Blade: 204/50(2k)

Currently owed: 3W4.

Finally, if you ask for tickets every day, if you pay at least [-] a day after it is put on the shelves, that is... less than six days.

Too easy.

And there are a lot of foreshadowing in this chapter, and the next update is the real end of the copy of the Holy Blade, after which Luther's story will enter the formal stage.

Volume 61: Chapter 57 Chapter [-] Megiddo

Looking up at the sky, what comes into view is the clear blue like a fairy tale.

The sky is clear and cloudless, and mythical beasts and creatures are playing and playing.

The beautiful picture is reflected in the crimson eyes.

At the end of his life, Luther finally had the time and opportunity to face the beauty and purity of the fantasy world.

"Really, I never felt like 10 minutes was that long."

Luther leaned on the evil king's dragon, his voice gradually weakened.

The evil dragon suddenly let out a breath of glaring eyes, raised its head vigilantly and looked down the hill.

Immediately, it lay down again.

"They're here..."

Luther smiled wickedly, then closed his eyes, and put his hands on his chest.

He seemed to have died, his face was calm and serene, and the faint rise and fall of his chest could not be recognized unless he looked carefully.

Xielong understood, narrowed his crimson eyes, stuck out his tongue a little, pretending to be dead.

One person and one dragon pretended to be dead just like that.

The next moment, the swordsmen who were covered in bruises gradually appeared from the hill.

They supported each other, took one step after another, and staggered up the hillside.

"According to the voice... Luther is in front..."

Before he could finish speaking, Daqin Temple Shaluo's voice stopped abruptly.

She didn't have to say any more.

The appearance of Luther passing away peacefully leaning on the evil dragon has already caught everyone's eyes.

Not far from him, the body of the Holy Lord of Truth was separated in a pool of blood. Although he was still warm, he had been dead for a long time.

Dust was flying, the holy sword fell to the ground one after another, and the swordsmen fell silent.

"Are we late...?"

Fan An said hoarsely, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, with tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Feelings of frustration and powerlessness kept pouring out of my heart.

Immediately afterwards, mournful cries sounded one after another.

On this day, the world continues, but there are also many people who will never see the sunrise of tomorrow.

But among the weeping swordsmen, there were two figures that were relatively calm.

Qingqin stood where she was, with a complicated expression on her face.

She is very serious and careful by nature, and she can see through the truth at a glance.

And Daqin Temple Shaluo stared sharply like a rabbit, staring closely at Luther's slightly undulating chest.