A world without hope.
A devastated world.
despair.
Ruined.
The withered and lonely hand bones of Cangqie held the heavy and rusty sword blade, chopping open the corpses that had come back to life one by one, opening up a small piece of peaceful land for his former hometown.
But death is still spreading.
It can't be stopped, it can't be contained.
“Bang—”
The metal helmet falls off.
Revealing a mutilated face.
Half of it was empty, and the other half was flesh and blood. In the eye socket on the empty side, there was a faint blue soul fire burning and swaying, following the person looking up at the night sky.
She was too incompetent after all.
I can't stop the tragedy in this world, and I can't protect the peace of the Clawfield territory.
A wave of undead is coming.
Her hometown was completely destroyed.
The people fled in fear, leaving only the deserted village, creaking in the dead wind and dotted with flocks of skeletal birds.
"唳——"
The emerald green gemstone eyes had lost their original luster and were now grey and empty.
"唳——"
The bones inside the armor could be heard cracking to the point of breaking, hiding unspeakable pain and sorrow.
hesitate.
fear.
Reluctant.
Sylvia sat at the door of the decaying mansion.
Looking back, gazing at those seemingly unreal scenes, I was in a daze for a long time.
She finally stood up.
Brush the dust off your armor.
The movements are very delicate, neat and clean.
Then, he lightly ran his fingers over the blade of the Wuxu sword to check its sharpness.
After everything was sorted out, Sylvia walked into the rotten mansion again, looking at her former home and the items that brought memories to her. Her body stood there, but her soul seemed to have been pulled out.
Lifeless.
Numb as a puppet.
"Dear, mother."
"Even if I am the only one left, I will fight for Clawfield until the last moment."
Calmly expressing his determination to die.
The fake hero walked out of the gate, rushed towards the endless wave of undead, ran faster with the sword in hand, and rushed towards death in the sound of the wind.
"Cross Slash!"
Shouting.
Waving.
The heavy sword blade danced with dazzling light.
Sylvia's eyes were lifeless, like a withered flower. She only cared about fighting on the battlefield until her body could no longer stand up and her soul could no longer support her.
The haze of despair had already enveloped her soul.
“This is…”
"The ending of a fake hero..."
Death is imminent.
The girl was crying and laughing, her broken face squeezed together, revealing a very ugly expression.
She is waiting to die.
Until someone pushed her back to the world.
"Master Wizard, I seem to have caused you trouble again," the fake hero stood up in embarrassment, his empty heart now felt relieved.
————
People need meaning to live in this world.
Or enjoyment.
Or become stronger.
Or emotions.
Or pursuing a goal.
Sylvia accepted Xu Xi's invitation, left the deserted Clawfield territory, and flew to the distant world on a Raven.
She gave two reasons for herself.
First, to repay Xu Xi for saving his life and to help him advance his research.
Second, join forces with Xu Xi to save this sick and terminally ill world.
"Master Wizard, can we succeed?"
“…I don’t know.”
The man answered quickly, sighing softly, his voice dissipating into the filthy sky.
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