The world is falling.

The dead rise.

Monsters are rampant.

In such a world, what should ordinary people do to survive successfully?

Even if we are really alive, should we consider it happiness or misfortune?

Watch the backs of the two old men leaving.

Looking at the arms supporting each other,

Xu Xi thinks that the Hansens should be considered happy.

In the hopeless and cold world, the two old men had been afraid for a long time, from their youth to their youth, and from their youth to their old age.

At the end of life.

They can finally let go of that fear.

In these precious last moments, face the world calmly, live a peaceful life as before, and wait for the end.

"Master Wizard, if it's not enough, we will send more next time."

Directly ahead.

The two silver-haired old men suddenly stopped and turned to speak to Xu Xi.

"Okay, thank you."

Xu Xi smiled.

Respond to kindness with kindness.

"...", the entries about life and death were triggered automatically, and Xu Xi's perspective changed. He saw two souls, glowing with light in their faintness, smiling happily.

——

[While living on the top of the mountain, you formed a bond with two elderly people]

【They were born ordinary】

【Will also return to ordinary】

[You can see the weakness buried deep in their souls. It may not be long before Mr. and Mrs. Hansen die of old age.]

[As long as you wish, you have many different means to prolong your mortal life.]

[But the two old people don’t want to do this]

[After looking at each other uncomfortably for a moment, they made the choice they had already made, saying that they just wanted to spend their last moments in peace.]

[In the sunshine, a farmer and a farmer's wife walk hand in hand, their shadows lengthening as the distance between them increases]

They are walking on the bright path

【Ordinary, but happy】

[At your feet are the melons and vegetables that the old man brought you, also dyed with a golden halo, lying silently in the scorching sun]

…

【Fourth month living on the mountain top】

【You have been observing the world for a long time, and finally discovered the changes in the world】

[The brightness of the sun has decreased compared to before, and the number of slimes spawning on the top of the mountain has become increasingly scarce.]

[The sound of the wind is as shrill as a ghost’s howl]

[The roaring storm brings the breath of nature from afar, and you smell the familiar air of death]

"Is it finally coming?"

The third floor of the temporary workshop.

Xu Xi overlooked the earth from a high place.

On the vast land, the vibrant scene began to wither, the flowers and plants lost their color, and became listless.

Of course, this is due to the arrival of autumn.

But more than that, the air is once again filled with the smell of death.

Xu Xi stretched out his hand and grasped lightly. The surging soul power turned into an invisible giant hand, drawing away the wisps of deathly aura from the sky and finally gathering them in the palm of his hand.

"This growth rate..."

"It looks like there are only a few months of peace left."

Raise your head slightly.

Xu Xi's gaze was directed towards the sun, which was still bright red.

That heat, that light.

Maybe it will turn dark and cold again.

"We need to speed up the transformation of the Dark Crow and upgrade it to a Dark Fire Crow, or turn it into a Bone Dragon."

"Although I can fly, I can't concentrate on other things. Having a mount is more convenient."

The sound of mumbling echoed on the third floor of the workshop.

Whispering the future of dead silence.

…

[You notice the changes in the world, which is a sign of death returning to life, and then moving from life to extinction]

[After a rough calculation, you judge that when winter comes this year, the world will become as dead as before, one step closer to the underworld]

[The opportunity to leave the mountains has come]

[For that moment to come, you invested more time in the transformation and advancement of Dark Crow, as well as the perfection of your own technique.]

【During your retreat】

[Servia took over the operation of the workshop]

[She was also responsible for the contact with the Masons.]

[Servia, who was born into a noble family and had been involved in affairs since childhood, managed everything in an orderly manner and nothing went wrong.]

"Grandpa Hansen."

"Grandma Mina."

"Let me do it."

The world in autumn turns into warm tones of orange and yellow.

The path was covered with fallen leaves, covering the small gravel along the way, and it was quiet and deep.

Only when the wind blows.

The fallen leaves on the ground will flutter in the wind, revealing the true shape of the path, allowing people to distinguish the specific direction.

Today, the two old people brought a lot of melons and vegetables again.

The astonishing amount made people wonder whether all the food stored at home should be delivered.

After thanking politely and accepting it.

Sylvia was worried about the two elderly people, afraid that they would fall while walking.

So, in the soft autumn sunshine, the brave Sylvia took the initiative to help the two old people return to the nearby village.

"Ah, this, how can this be possible..."

"Ms. Sylvia..."

Faced with Sylvia's support, the farmer and the farm wife were a little panicked.

He waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.

But Sylvia comforted him gently again and again.

Finally, the two old people agreed to accompany them back to the village.

"Ms. Sylvia, you are such a kind person."

"You are the best person, God will protect you."

The Hansens were of humble origins, having spent their entire lives working the land. They had no knowledge of words of praise, nor of reading people's expressions.

I could only express my gratitude to the girl using clumsy words.

The ethereal God.

It is the most reliable belief in the hearts of the elderly.

They prayed to God and blessed the kind brave girl.

They even wished Xu Xi a long and healthy life for the kind-hearted wizard.

Snap——

Snap——

Feet on the path.

Every step I take breaks a lot of dry leaves.

Following the clear sound, Sylvia supported the two elderly people and gradually approached their home in the village.

That is among the many ruins.

The only house that remains intact.

Soon, they arrived at their destination and Sylvia gently opened her hands.

"Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Mina, we're here."

"Thank you, Miss Sylvia," the two old people thanked gratefully.

His face showed excitement.

I feel like I can walk a distance with Sylvia's support.

It is a great honor.

Looking at the expressions of Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, Sylvia was a little dazed, remembering that a thousand years ago in the Crawfield territory, people also called her Miss Sylvia.

call--

Whoosh——

The wind was so strong that the clothes fluttered.

Sylvia subconsciously pulled her cloak tighter to prevent it from being blown away. The howling wind was so loud that it seemed to sweep people away.

After a moment.

The storm has passed.

Sylvia opened her hands and said goodbye to the two elderly people with her face wrapped in a bandage, leaving only one eye exposed.

"Well, it's time for me to go, too, Grandpa Hansen, Grandma Miner."

On a chilly autumn day, everything is silent.

The face was a little fragmented, but the eyes were full of tenderness, which made the two old men a little dazed.