My Tokusho Life Simulation

"Current points: 20000"

"Status: Gaze of the Lord of Fantasy, Mark of Nothingness"

Sure enough, the swordsmanship ability brought by Wuming's body has disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Although Luther wields the sword in a decent manner with his combat experience and memory, full of the original charm of Wuming, but after all, he has not reached the point where he can engrave his skills into the player's ability.

"Status module? I remember it seems to be a new function that was unlocked when I first met the Lord of Fantasy."

Luther waved his hand to open these two states, and observed the specific text in detail.

"The Lord of Fantasy's Gaze: A harmless and even beneficial sign formed by the power of the fantasy world, which means that the Lord of Fantasy may focus on you at any time."

"Mark of nothingness: the imprint planted by Wuming sword nothingness on the approved sword master. One day, the holy sword of nothingness will cross the boundary of finite diversity and come to you independently."

Luther's eyes gradually became serious, and the descriptions of the two states were very clear.

The Lord of Fantasy is not an enemy, and he even feels like an old friend. The achievements of the Dark Swordsman are even more condensed by the power of the fantasy world.

But the imprint of nothingness made him feel bad.

That is to say, the reason why Wuming Sword Wuwu was not included in the exchange module originally meant that the Joy Sword would be found by itself.

"Hope it doesn't find me."

Luther shrugged helplessly.

The Wuming Sword Wuwu is just as he knows it, it is a joyful sword, and it has caused disasters since its birth.

The reason it approves him now is that he is more interesting than the Lord of Truth.

Perhaps, when Wumingjian Wuwu met someone more interesting than Luther, he would betray without hesitation.

Just as it betrayed the Lord of Truth in the first place.

Compared with it, light and darkness are more trustworthy, and the phoenix is ​​incomparable with his evil dragon.

"Tired, go back to sleep."

Luther yawned, turned around and prepared to return to the blank room on the second floor.

But at this moment, a strange feeling came from the hilt of Diao Hei Jian Yue An, it was an omen-like warmth.

"This feeling is...!"

Luther's eyes widened, his expression no longer calm.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to him.

As early as entering the simulation and landing on the unnamed corpse, he once experienced this feeling hundreds of times.

A harbinger of doom.

——The passive ability of Diablo Sword Moon Darkness!

Regardless of whether the holder expects it or not, the Holy Sword of Darkness will be passive, allowing the holder to continue to witness and witness the future of the world shattered.

Although the original intention of the holy sword is to give the holder the ability to prevent and change the occurrence of catastrophes.

But under the pile of despair, the spirit of ordinary people will be destroyed soon.

At this moment, Luther just remembered that during the whole simulation process, he had been wearing gloves all the time in order to avoid the omen of disillusionment.

But after he came back, he subtly forgot about it.

The Omen of Destruction is passively triggered.

The line of sight then fell, and the scene in front of him was no longer the courtyard in the middle of the night.

Reflected in the crimson gaze, it is the earth that is being gradually eaten away by compassion and ultimate desire.

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Volume 66: Chapter 61 Chapter 3 The Law of Doomsday (5/[-])

The sky was full of haze, and the smell of despair brushed his cheeks with the breeze.

The buildings collapsed like corpses, and the city full of high-rise buildings has long been reduced to ruins.

There is no trace of the prosperity of the past.

Standing in the muddy and murky water, a cold sensation came from the ankles.

Luther looked up at the sky above the center of the city, where a huge strange figure stood.

It looks like a girl in a dress, smiling and stretching out her slender arms, as if embracing the hazy sky.

Root-like objects extend from under it, rooted in the earth, like the hem of an evening dress, absorbing the hope and possibility of the planet.

That is the witch of relief, whose essence is mercy.

The innocent laughter and cries sailed away with the wind of despair, and there was no trace of life on the blue planet.

All lives have been forcibly captured by the witch's enchantment at this moment, and they have fallen into a wonderful dream forever in the soft compassion.

The skirt-like roots go deep into the core of the earth, eating away at the earth along with relief and compassion.

Whose end is that.

No one knows.

It's all over.

In the silence, the young man with red eyes took a step forward, and ripples bloomed in the turbid and muddy stagnant water.

"In about ten days, this planet will be eaten up by the most evil witch."

The little white beast wagged its tail, smiled slightly, and its deep red eyes were as bright as jewels.

The pink-haired girl closed her eyes tightly, and there were still undried tears on her face. Her long-stagnant expression was full of pain and unwillingness after struggling.

He knows her.

The black-haired girl with rustic appearance, waist-length braids, and red-rimmed glasses knelt helplessly beside her.

Accompanied by silence, Luther stepped out of the stagnant water and walked in front of them step by step.

"Brother Lu...I..."

The black-haired girl raised her head, her voice faltered in grief, and even speaking was almost a luxury.

Her body trembled with strong unwillingness, and the emotions piled up by repeating the same mistakes countless times completely exploded at this moment. "

"Here, there is me."

"Let's run."

"Go where you need to go."

Words flow naturally between lips and teeth.

There was no wave in the crimson eyes, and a strange calm quietly grew in the depths.

"But..."

The braided black-haired girl hesitated to speak, the tears in the corners of her eyes were full of struggles.

"I'm going to stay here and keep winning."

Luther said slowly.

"Even though, I don't have the holy sword anymore."

He turned his head and looked down at the city covered by the rescued witch.

The dull holy sword stood in the water like a tombstone.

The person who used the sealing technique was not him, that person had no trace of his existence.

"But...but..."

She suddenly became agitated, and tears trickled down her cheeks.

"nothing."

Luther shook his head, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and the crimson eyes once again reflected the distorted compassion.

"I still have this."

He let go of his hand, revealing the black, gold and gray retro twist mobile phone tightly held in his palm.

"It's just death once, it's no big deal."

The grayish-white sand sprinkled between the fingers, and the blue face of the youth emerged from the elongated shadow.

"I came back late, even though I succeeded in killing the king of Orfino."

He muttered, and slowly pressed the three numbers with his thumb.

【9, 1, 3】

"Run, I will continue to win in places where you can't see, until the moment of defeat comes."

Luther took another step.

Photon's blood appeared out of thin air, covering his body.

At this moment, the sound of gears snapping came out, and the girl with braided black hair stood up and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"We have a date..."

"Ah."

She flicked the buckler on her arm, and the hourglass reversed.

The screen is also completely frozen at this moment.

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Late at night, garden.

Luther holding the sword closed his eyes tightly and stood motionless on the spot, standing like a stone pillar.

But at the next moment, he opened his eyes abruptly, his violent panting reverberated in the darkness, and cold sweat dripped down his cheeks.

The holy sword came out of his hand and pierced into the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

Luther covered his chest and took a deep breath with lingering fear.

"This is... the future of destruction?"

Vague memories kept popping up in my mind.

What he experienced was not the most desperate step towards disillusionment, but only the final picture.

Desperate gunshots, upside-down disasters, and distorted mercy.

Every time, the world came to an end without any accident, but he didn't know what happened during this period.

Only seeing the established fact that everything is over.

The next moment, Luther subconsciously put his gaze on the crimson light screen, and asked:

"Is what I'm seeing an established future, or..."

Following the inquiry, brand new words appeared on the crimson light screen.

"Junior player Luther, what you have witnessed before are all clipped world lines."

"That's not your future, and it's not going to be your future."

"That's it..."

Only then did Luther breathe a sigh of relief, and the lingering fear gradually disappeared.

The witch he saw in the last omen of doom was in no way comparable to the two witches he had seen before.

Not at all the same species.