The end of the story

"We are here to look for you."

After reaching a preliminary consensus, the Knights Templar finally talked about their purpose. When talking about the past, everyone had an expression of being unable to bear the memories.

"At first, no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't find any trace of you. But after a while, signs of divine punishment appeared repeatedly in the depths of the Dark Forest. Various churches sent people to investigate the situation. Our team returned to the forest for the purpose of redeeming ourselves. About a few days ago, the temple suddenly notified us that we had found traces of goblins."

Pikachu shrank his head subconsciously. According to the time, the time when they occupied it was exactly the day when the two arrived at the grassland and it took off its mask. After receiving the news from the church, the Templar team cooperated and supported, and quickly rushed to the depths of the Dark Forest and found the grassland at the end.

"We thought we would have to fight hard, but for some reason, the high-level monsters in the Dark Forest didn't attack us even after they spotted us. Instead, they just avoided us and were extremely obedient."

The bearded man showed a helpless look. It was this situation that made them misjudge the extent of the danger.

"As soon as we entered here, we found that the grassland had changed. The entire grassland turned into a sea of ​​blood, our Lord no longer responded to our prayers, and a mist that could erode the holy light appeared."

"When our strength was exhausted, we encountered two strange men in black robes. After hearing a strange flute sound, when we came to our senses, we were already imprisoned here."

Needless to say, this is still related to their behavior. The silver-haired young man blinked: "Where are the pagans who escaped?"

The bearded man had no doubts: "An external force has disrupted the pursuit. We suspect that the nobles are involved. This matter has been handed over to the church's executive knights to handle. Our main goal is to confirm your safety." and true identity.

The assistance of the two royal generals was very powerful, and the church had no intention of blaming the elves. In order not to scare them away, the bearded man swallowed the last four words and continued to explain the situation.

"After coming here, we wanted to break out. But there are magic ban runes and weakening runes set here, and it is difficult to escape without praying to the Lord. I didn't expect you to come in now. What is the situation outside? What should we do now?"

This was not a difficult problem for Canaan. Even though he had previously spent a lot of energy blessing the beasts and birds, protecting them from the pollution after he left, the transformation speed of [Heaven] was not fast enough, and the energy was consumed again.

But during this time, he could feel that the pollution accumulated in his body was being digested, and with every breath, thin strands of energy spread outward, and he was able to provide the Paladin with enough energy to move.

The reason he ventured into this place was because he needed to solve the root cause of all this. The silver-haired young man stretched out his right hand, and light shone between his five fingers, shining in the narrow cell.

"We don't have much time, so my plan is simple. I'll clean up the pollution, and you'll take care of everything else."

The light penetrated everyone's body through the cell, bringing warmth. [Heaven] unfolded again, and the paladins stood up one after another. The bearded man growled and punched the door lock. The fist covered by the light easily broke the iron lock.

He kicked the door open with a look of surprise and delight: "My Lord, it actually works! What is this? A large-scale healing and blessing spell? Even the genius bishops I know have never been able to perform such a good spell in such a short time."

Canaan did not respond to his sigh. When the bearded man unlocked his and the pickup's doors, the silver-haired young man walked to the door. The fox-head door lock screamed in an anthropomorphic way, but before it could issue a warning, it was grabbed by the other party's head. The fox-head door lock immediately let out a silent wail, and the pollution dissipated, turning into an ordinary decoration on the door.

"Don't make a big fuss. I have blessed you, so don't worry about being controlled by them. Resolve the problem as soon as possible."

Canaan stepped back, his big beard chuckled, and removed the door lock neatly. He put his ear to the door and listened, then gestured backwards. These Templar Knights usually fight everywhere, and each of them is experienced in battle. They cooperate well. Seeing the captain's instructions, they immediately slipped out.

The bearded man stayed last, apparently to accompany the priest. The latter shook his head: "We are not going to the same place."

The Templar pointed at the short man next to him and said, "This guy is not as good as me. Is he going to the same place as you?"

Picard was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer the question. The priest glanced at him and said, "Because I made a covenant with it."

Seeing that he couldn't get in, the bearded man had to surrender: "Don't run away from now on. I still need to ask you about the leaves of the World Tree."

Canaan did not answer the question directly. He turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor. Pica followed him. The Templar stood there, staring at their backs for a long time, until the last shadow disappeared around the corner. Then he sighed with a headache.

Didn't he get nothing out of the end? In this place, if the other party wanted to escape, it would only take a few seconds. Sometimes he really envied the group of silly guys under him. They just had to obey his orders, unlike him, who had to worry about reporting back later.

The bearded man turned around with a bit of melancholy, chasing after his men who had disappeared. Tiny vines followed him, climbing along the ceiling in all directions, silently purifying the pollution here and providing support for the Knights Templar.

A man in black robe who was ambushed was about to use the pollutant, but was shocked and angry to find that this pollutant, which had just been made not long ago, had turned into ordinary wood.

The Templar who was discovered during the sneak attack thought he would be counterattacked by thunder, but seeing the other party standing there stupidly, he quickly hit him again. Watching the black-robed man fainting, he scratched his head and muttered: "Are these people stupid... How did we get caught in the first place?"

He thought about it in confusion and decided to just ignore it. He simply dragged the man away, tied him up, and started looking for his next target.

The priest who had hidden his fame and fortune waved his sleeves and sensed the smooth development of the situation through [Heaven], and withdrew his mind and headed for the most polluted place. Pika trembled: "Sir, where are we going?"

"Looking for something."

The young man's voice was like flowing water, and his steps never stopped.

"There is no way that anything in this world can exist that is different from the development of history. Since the black fog should not exist at this time, its appearance must have a source."

In other words, if the craftsmen were the source of the black mist, they must have brought something that could produce the black mist. Canaan stopped and glanced at the room in front of him with the sign "Collection Room" hanging on it, and directly purified the two beast-shaped pollutants guarding the door.

Thanks to the craftsmen, there seemed to be not many people who entered the book, so a large number of pollutants were used as guards. In front of Canaan, it was like a broken bamboo, unimpeded, and easily broke through the enemy's hinterland.

The young man opened the door and found a large number of pollutants and semi-finished products inside. He took a quick look and found that there was nothing he was looking for, so he turned around and left, and purified the things in the room.

Pika shook his head and said, "Aren't we going to take some away?"

"It's better not to. This is not a good thing."

Canaan answered without turning his head. If they occasionally met a black-robed man on the road, he would attract attention while the goblin quietly approached him and stabbed him with the Kiss. ​​While the black-robed man was controlled, the two of them quickly left the scene and began to look for the next contaminated area, leaving the problem to the Templars behind.

After going through the production room, storage room, lounge... all the rooms with the largest pollution fluctuations, even if the entire underground was purified, Canaan still couldn't find what he needed. He frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly cast his eyes towards the pickup truck. The goblin looked back in confusion, and heard the human ask seriously: "If it were you in normal times, where would you go now?"

"Pika?" Pika pointed at himself in confusion. When he saw the other party nod, he thought again and again: "Pika, um... Pika should be able to escape from here. As long as he has magic power, Pika can escape underground. As long as he walks underground, no one will find Pika."

That's it!

The young man made the decision without hesitation: "I will provide you with enough energy to take me underground and leave here according to your idea."

For the sake of safety, he even gave Pica a gold brooch. Thinking of the other party's previous explanation, Pica put on the brooch with a strange look on his face, held the young man's hand, and said hesitantly: "Then sir, Pica will start using magic."

The energy consumption of two people is much greater than that of it alone, but the energy flowing out from each other's palms continuously allows Pika to dive into the ground easily. The soil that has been polluted and permeated is sticky. Pika bites the bullet and "swims" in the direction he judges. He always thinks that he hears the weird sound of flesh squeezing.

Beast God bless me, Beast God bless me, ugh! No Beast God at this time! Anything is fine, as long as I can leave here safely!

Pika prayed anxiously in his heart, not knowing whether his piety had worked or whether he really had the luck of the protagonist of the story. After swimming for a while, Pika actually heard a vague sound.

"——,——,——..."

It couldn't hear what the other person said, but it felt familiar from the tone. Pika subconsciously moved closer and closer, and the sound was like a bubble being popped, gurgling up from the depths of the swamp. When it touched a soft and hard place, Pika finally heard what the other person was saying.

The old and weak voice and the blood bubbles from the cut throat mixed together, like the silent cry of a dead soul. Its owner once told Pika the story of the beast god and taught Pika how to find food in the snow. And now, Pika's hand was touching its rough face and exposed eye sockets. The elder's face trembled, and a deep, weak sound came out of his chest.

“Run…Run…”

"run--"

“Aaaaaaah!!”

Pika was so frightened that his mind went blank. He completely forgot that there was a human beside him. He screamed and jumped up! A strong pulling sensation came down from above. The man and the goblin jumped out of the ground. Before they could stabilize their feet, half of their bodies had sunk into the sea of ​​wet liquid, and a foul and rotten wind blew in their faces.

"......"

The undulating blood sea was as high as my waist. My eyes moved up a little bit, and what caught my eyes were the majestic mountains that reached the sky and meandered at the end of the clouds. Every time I breathed, there was a roaring wind, blowing the blood sea surface in disarray.

It, no, it was his body that was covered with goblin bodies, like ugly tumors, howling and roaring in the wind. From the peaks visible to the naked eye to the base hidden underground, it presented an unimaginable madness and ugliness.

But in this nightmarish scene, there is actually a place full of vitality: a precarious ball of white light on the mountainside, stubbornly fighting against the surrounding black fog.

From the familiar fluctuations, Canaan also sensed a faint power that did not belong to him. He had not expected such a change before, and the blessings left behind were not enough to support the herd of beasts to resist the pollution. The fact that they were able to hold out until now was obviously due to other factors.

The pickup truck was completely frozen in place, and the young man's waist was already above his chest. In such a horrible environment, the goblin's ability to endure was obviously at its limit. Canaan moved his fingertips and used energy to isolate the blood around him, then lowered his head and asked the goblin calmly: "What do you want to do?"

What should I do?

The goblin's dull brain was no longer able to process information. It stared blankly at the "mountain" in front of it. The priest's voice came and went, and every word involuntarily penetrated into its brain, forcing the goblin to expend its last bit of energy to think.

"I can send you away now. But if I deal with the situation here, I will most likely not be able to help you with your subsequent stories."

For pollution, [Heaven] is powerful. But as Canaan, his power is limited. If it were in the Age of Darkness, he wouldn't have to worry about his life. But as a [human], this body is too fragile.

In an age ruled by gods, how can we as human beings fight against gods without paying a price?

The goblin asked blankly: "Can you handle... Him?"

"If I were to kill all the corpses one by one, I really couldn't do it. But I know the honorific name of the Beast God, and through it, I can find the core of this body. As long as I solve the center of the mutation, the rest will become very easy."

The azure pupils were hard and cold, just to purify, devour, and wipe out all traces of pollution. The priest was already very good at this. He lowered his eyes, looking down at the goblin's miserable face, and his voice was like a divine revelation from the clouds.

"Tell me your choice, Pica. I will fulfill my promise to you."

In this story, I will try my best to give you a happy ending.

You may cry, laugh, or face disappointment and joy. But this is a life that belongs only to you and is not affected by anyone else.

The pickup truck vaguely remembered the other party's promise. When the young man said this, it didn't know what would happen in the future. It only felt that the road ahead was long and it was uneasy and panicked.

But when it stood in front of the pile of corpses of its own kind and looked at the "beast god" worshipped by the goblins, it suddenly felt as if something was guiding it. From the time it stole the sacred wooden box out of greed to now, the reason it stumbled here was to grasp this faint hope.

The goblin moved his lips and uttered a dry and small sound. A blinding red appeared in front of him. The hand extended by the human, the great elder, the leader, every goblin in the tribe... every goblin's face became his own. Pika cried and laughed, his voice gradually getting louder, and finally turned into a loud cry.

"Pika doesn't want this!"

"Pika doesn't want everyone in the tribe to die like this, doesn't want to become a monster, doesn't want to be killed, and doesn't want to have nightmares!"

"Pika wants to be alive, wants all the goblins to be alive, wants the Great Elder to be alive, wants everyone to be fine, not have to worry about starving to death, not have to worry about freezing to death, not being driven away, and not having to steal things!"

"Pika wants to live forever, forever, no matter what happens, until he becomes an old goblin who can't walk anymore, and dies happily, without any pain or fear."

"Pika, Pika, Pika just want to..."

The goblin wiped his tears, looked at the blood soaked his hands, and finally broke down and sobbed: "Please, anyone is fine, anyone can help Pika, Pika just doesn't want to hurt anyone, and won't be hurt by anyone, just want to live as Pika..."

This is a story about a goblin who stole something he shouldn't have and was caught by a thief. After being tampered with by later generations, it became a man-eating nursery rhyme monster that roams nightmares in the dark.

But thousands of years ago, such a monster was just a humble goblin seeking survival, praying to the empty heights, but no god responded.

The silver-haired young man's clothes were blown by the wind. He listened to the goblin's cry and took a step forward. Wherever his foot stepped, a circle of pure white light rippled from the red blood face.

The priest looked at the resurrected beast god's terrifying figure, and whispered the name of God with his lips. There was no response in the surging black mist. The priest had a blank expression on his face, calmed his mind, let go of his perception, and accepted the call from the beast god with his whole body and soul.

The old god from the wilderness has long since vanished, but his aura still remains in the world, invading the spirits of the goblins at night and leading them to fear. In the perception of the priests, the surging aura is even more distinct.

The mark of the Moon Goddess is gentle and cool, while the mark of the Magic Goddess embodies the ultimate orderliness. The mark of the Sun God is hot and scalding, while the mark of the Dark Goddess is cool and deep. The wills of the Goblins are chaotic and crazy, and the black fog is so deep that it is impossible to explore the bottom...

As it continued to extend, his consciousness came into contact with the power he had left. Then, a sharp thought came up. It was so recognizable that Canaan immediately recognized who the arrogant aura belonged to.

After finding out that it was an acquaintance, the thread of consciousness stopped beside him, circled around him twice, and understood what the other party was looking for, and vaguely pulled him in a certain direction. Canaan no longer hesitated and stepped onto the land of the mountain. There was no place to step on the strange corpses covering the mountain, so he simply stopped avoiding them and used [Heaven] to forcibly open up a smooth and unobstructed road in the air.

He walked in midair, and the goblins under his feet stretched their necks and stretched out their hands, shouting and cursing, trying to pull the silver-haired young man down. But the bloody hands melted the moment they touched the light path. The miserable crying, the obsessive howling, all kinds of sounds were enough to drive even the most determined people crazy. But the young man did not look away, and calmly walked through the hellish scene on earth.

Until passing a certain place, the priest paused slightly and looked down. Among the large number of goblins who kept moaning in pain, there were two skinny greenskins who were not noticeable at all. Without the strengthening of the black mist, they would never be able to become the hobgoblins they longed for in their lifetime.

As if they had noticed the human's gaze, the two greenskins raised their heads, their faces full of pain and despair. But unlike the other goblins, they seemed to recognize the familiar outline of the young man, and suddenly there was a hint of clarity in their expressions.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they struggled, it was useless. Those whose souls were devoured by the black mist would return to the black mist after death.

There is no rest, no redemption. Not even Heaven can save them from the long night.

“Ahhh…”

The two greenskins trembled all over, and finally uttered a tuneless sob. The priest retracted his gaze, stepped on the greenskins' sad cries that seemed to be confessing and praying, and continued to move forward without wavering. Following the guidance of the black bird, he finally stopped in the greenskin village. The original mud house had long collapsed, the ground was cracked and damaged, and only the tall sacrificial pillars stood here, and the surface was still bright and new.

The scarlet lines that outline the sacrificial scene seem to drip onto the ground. Even the most fantastic imagination cannot describe the madness of this painting. But even in the chaos and change, the posture of the beast god on the sacrificial pillar is still clear and majestic.

If we don't talk about the bull's horns being sawed off, the heart being gouged out of the chest, the broken tiger's tail falling to the ground, and the lion's claws being broken and worn. Even the two narrow snake eyes were wide open, as if they were furious at the unexpected betrayal. Anyone would bow their heads at the first sight of him, and respectfully recognize that this is the old god who controls all the beasts in the wasteland.

In front of him, the goblin with his head shattered on the ground was still grinning, and continued to draw the outline of the beast god with blood. The goblins who worshipped the beast god must have never known that it was their own sacrifices over the generations that killed the remaining soul of the beast god, causing him to become more and more manic due to the blood sacrifices over the long years, and eventually fell into irreversible madness. And now, this god who once protected the goblins has been sent to his final end by the descendants of later generations.

With every stroke of the hobgoblin's pen, the furious image of the beast god became more distinct, and the surrounding chaos intensified. The twisted faith became a cage, constantly mutating the image of the beast god, and in the end, only a ferocious statue with a hideous face, bloodthirsty and cruel was left on the totem column.

The entire mountain roared. Amid the tragic cries of countless fellow tribesmen, the leader laughed loudly and shouted wildly: "My Lord! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Millions of goblins stopped their futile howling. Tens of thousands of eyes raised at the same time, echoing loudly throughout the mountain: "My Lord! Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

The fierce light in the eyes of the beast god grew fierce, and the mountain began to shake violently. A short bird's cry flashed by, and he pulled his feet out from the ground, and a sea of ​​blood poured into the pit, and the ground shook for a moment. The revived beast god raised his front foot and dropped it heavily, taking a step towards the dark forest.

“Bang!!”

Amidst the deafening roar, He stood triumphantly between heaven and earth, stirring up a violent storm. The silver-haired young man standing in midair rapidly rose in height. The violent wind and waves blew through his long silver hair. The rapidly expanding [Heaven] tore through the heavy dark clouds in the sky at an unimaginable speed. Daylight did not come, but instead the light from the holy realm illuminated the dark world.

The priest floated in it, looking down at the huge old god at his feet. The heart in his chest beat vigorously, reaching an incredible high frequency, pushing the blood to flow like a river, directly bursting the fragile inner wall of the human body's blood vessels, and then being repaired by energy at a high speed.

This is simply not a function that the human body can withstand or produce. Internal organs merged, blood vessels expanded, and flesh and blood activity soared... The splashing scarlet dyed the skin and long hair, and in an instant it returned to white. Canaan raised his hand and pointed it at the mountain range as if it were a gun.

Thousands of brilliant lights gathered at his fingertips. The first bullet hit the dim white mass that was flickering like a firefly in the mountain, forming an indestructible protective barrier. The second bullet hit somewhere in the sea of ​​blood. Relying on the will of the priest, it diverted and protected the goblins who had escaped underground and the Templars in the laboratory.

The god transformed by Changshan roared from his abdomen, and the beast god on the totem pillar suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. The density of the black mist surrounding him increased sharply, and it collided with the energy surrounding the silver-haired young man!

The violent impact of the energy wave caused a cracking sound in the air, and the dazzling light made it almost impossible for the people who saw it to open their eyes. Canaan's face showed no joy or sadness, and he just raised his hand for the third time. His eyes penetrated the long distance and met the gods below.

High concentrations of energy gathered again at the pale fingertips of the young man, and the illusory sound of turning pages flashed rapidly. An unstoppable heavy pressure permeated the air, and even gods could only bow their heads in front of Him. He recorded the pulse of the world, standing from ancient times to the present, and his birth was like the existence of the world itself.

The World Tree, still standing in the distant past, cast its gaze on this tiny ripple of fate. The moment it looked over, the right half of the young man's body exploded into a brilliant red.

All the images were stretched into an almost frozen frame. The beast god, the sea of ​​blood, the sacrificial pillars, the dark forest in the distance... everything was resolved into a pure image composed of countless lines in this frame.

And in this fleeting yet nearly eternal image, he saw it.

It was the only thing like him that was not stopped by the World Tree. The land under the altar at the bottom of the cliff had turned into a dark red heart muscle, which was directly connected to the underground, and a lead-gray sphere was hidden deep inside.

It was about the size of a human head, and from the pupil-like vertical slit in the center, a large amount of black mist was steadily transmitted, which was transmitted to the entire mountain through the slightly pulsating land. The thickest part of it was directly transported to a sacrificial pillar in another place. If this mountain was a body, then the black mist had formed a complete blood circulation system through it.

The goblin tribe is a cover-up, the beast god is a cover-up, the real thing that is polluting the world is this device! As long as it is still there, it will continue to transport pollution to this world!

There was no time to think or pause. The priest suddenly coughed up blood, aimed at the core of the god, and launched his strongest attack!

The leaves of the World Tree hidden in his arms made a crisp sound like silk breaking along with this energy. A slightly illusory rabbit jumped out of it.

It was wearing a tattered gentleman's coat, one ear was torn, revealing the soft flesh underneath, and its hair was tangled. If it was Mr. Rabbit from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, it would be a miserable version of the one being tortured by the Red Queen.

And such a rabbit actually raised its head and silently shed tears towards the World Tree that was looking at it. More and more blood stains appeared on its coat, forming mottled and dirty marks. It sobbed and sobbed, and the sound was miserable.

"There's no going back... There's no going back... Our path has been cut off! Our path has been cut off!"

The sound of despair and despair echoed in the air, as if the world tree was attracted by it. The rabbit's figure gradually became hunched, and it covered its eyes and cried. The white hair turned into wrinkled green skin, and its body shrank, and a dirty sack appeared behind it.

With the help of the story written by the young man on the leaves of the World Tree, the little elf Pika, who should not have appeared in this world, appeared in this world in disguise. It raised its head high, tried to look at the recorder of the world it could not see, and shouted a warning from the future at the top of its lungs.

"Our world has been severed! This path won't work!!"

With this cry, the world fell silent.

And taking advantage of this short time, which was less than a second, the energy smashed the target unstoppably. It was like a small wooden bomb was dropped deep into the ground, and the silencer was pressed by the infinitely stretched time. The young man's body was shaken by the violent shock, and his eyes were occupied by dazzling white. In the nearly eternal silence, his mind was unusually calm.

Faith is a poison. Swallow it and numb all the pain of living.

Canaan never hesitates to use it. Voluntarily, forced, or coerced. As long as they get close, all life will willingly bow their heads and recite his name devoutly. In the face of their wholehearted dedication and faith, the priests accept all of them with a smile, weaving them into a stepping stone for them to achieve their goals.

Step by step, he brought more exploitation, sacrifice, and inevitable death to his followers than happiness...So at the end of the crown forged in blood and bones, what can he give back as a reward for this faith?

Canaan coughed up blood again, and vaguely realized that he was falling. The World Tree seemed to withdraw its gaze, and time and space began to break rapidly. The black mist whose source had been erased could not resist the transformation of [Heaven]. The priest tried his best to breathe and spread the energy faster.

Pain surged in his chest with every heartbeat. Or perhaps his entire body had become part of a living heart. The endless pollution was blending into his blood and bones, trying to settle and cultivate fresh eggs from the cocoon called Canaan.

In the midst of this, the little elf Pika from the future stood in front of him, showing him a timid, flattering smile. It lowered its head, grabbed the corner of its clothes nervously, and asked cautiously: "My lord, Pika didn't cause you too much trouble, did he?"

That was not a future urban nightmare, but a tone familiar to the young, belonging to a certain timid goblin who always yelled and thought of escaping first before doing anything. The leaves of the world tree recorded the trajectory of fate, and now the story of the goblin Pika has been rewritten.

Its figure was slowly fading, like an ink painting being erased by invisible hands. But the expression on its face was excited. As if it suddenly remembered something, the goblin hurriedly took something out of its arms and put it in the priest's hand.

"Pika has kept them well, sir, and has always wanted to return them to you. Thank you for giving them to Pika, thank you for saving Pika, and thank you for fulfilling Pika's last wish."

Under the young man's gaze, it wiped away its tears again, this time it was tears of joy. Pica straightened his chest and smiled widely. This time, it had a new change. A short and enthusiastic old human stood there and waved to Canaan.

"Pika is no longer a goblin. After leaving the tribe, without everyone, Pika doesn't want to be a wandering goblin anymore."

"Until his death, Pica became a human. The Templars helped Pica a lot. Pica learned human words and found a very quiet village to live in, which was very similar to the tribe he once lived in."

"With the help of the mask, humans didn't recognize Pika's identity, but Pika spent a very happy time there, and finally died surrounded by the priests and human friends. Pika was satisfied. Sir, do you know? Before he died, Pika wrote a letter for you."

"It's a very thin book, and it contains a very short story."

"That's not the story of goblins and humans. It's the story of a mysterious priest named Canaan and his human companion, Pica."

Looking at the priest who was also disappearing, the old man's eyes showed deep reluctance. But this time, Pika did not cry, even though what stood in front of him was a farewell forever. The little goblin who became a human was still smiling and sighing. When it recalled the story, a bright light shone in its cloudy eyes.

"Although when traveling with you, Pika was always afraid of what would happen next. After you left, Pika also experienced a lot, happiness, sadness, pain, and sorrow..."

At the last moment when its figure was about to disappear completely, Pika took a deep breath. When the gods did not listen to its prayers, only one human listened; when it expressed its wishes, only one human fulfilled them for it.

Pica's eyes were slightly moist, but this time, the crying goblin didn't want to cry anymore. He stared at the empty space and whispered the last words in his heart to the young man who could no longer see him.

"…So, in the end, Pica discovered that even such a short story would make people linger at the end."

"Maybe I'm coming back here just to say thank you for helping me so much... and spend some time with you, even if it's just for a few words."