City of Silver, Morgue Hall.

Derrick stood in front of the steps, looking forward with red eyes, looking at his parents lying in two coffins.

On the stone slab in front of him was a simple silver straight sword, which was shaking slightly in the thunder that shook the house from time to time.

The Bergs in the coffin were not truly dead yet. They tried to keep their eyes open and gasped sometimes weakly, sometimes violently. But in the eyes of some people, the brilliance of their lives had become uncontrollably dim, irreversibly dim.

"Derrick, do it!" An old man in a black robe and holding a hard cane looked at the young man with a distorted face and said in a deep voice.

“No, no, no!” Derrick, with brown hair, shook his head continuously and took a step back after each word he said. In the end, he let out a scream that felt like his heart was being torn apart and his lungs were bursting.

Boom!

The old man tapped his cane and said:

"Do you want the whole city to be buried with your parents?"

"You should know clearly that we are the dark people abandoned by God. We can only live in this cursed place. All the dead will become horrible evil spirits. No matter what method is used, it is difficult to reverse it, unless someone with the same bloodline ends their lives personally!"

“Why? Why?” Derrick shook his head in confusion and despair, asking, “Why are the people of our Silver City destined to kill their fathers and mothers as soon as they are born…”

The old man closed his eyes, as if recalling what he had experienced in the past: "... This is our fate, this is the curse we bear, this is the will of God..."

"Draw your sword, Derrick. It's a sign of respect for your parents."

"After that, when you calm down, you can try to become a Blood Warrior."

Berg in the coffin wanted to speak, but after his chest rose and fell a few times, he could only make a ho ho ho sound.

Derrick took a difficult step and returned to the side of the silver straight sword, then stretched out his right hand tremblingly.

The cold touch entered his brain, reminding him of the blood ice his father brought back from hunting. A piece the size of a palm could keep the room cool for several days.

His eyes flashed with his strict father teaching him swordsmanship, his kind father patting the dust off his back, his gentle mother mending his clothes, his brave mother standing in front of him when facing the mutant monsters, and the family gathered together, sharing food under the flickering candlelight...

Woo... A very suppressed and low sound came out of his throat, and he exerted force with his right hand and pulled out the straight sword.

Dengdengdeng!

He lowered his head, rushed forward, raised his straight sword high, and stabbed down heavily.

Ah! With a scream of pain, blood splattered onto Derrick's face and into his eyes.

His sight was filled with bright red. He drew out his straight sword and stabbed it into the coffin next to him.

The sharp metal pierced through his flesh, and Derrick loosened his grip and stood up shakily.

He did not go to see what was inside the two coffins. He stumbled out of the morgue hall as if he was being chased by an evil spirit. His hands were clenched tightly, his teeth were clenched hard, and the blood on his face was washed away with faint traces.

"Ah..." The old man who was watching all this sighed.

There are stone pillars standing on the streets of the City of Silver, with lanterns hanging on top of them, and unburned candles inside the lanterns.

There is no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky here, only constant darkness and lightning that tears everything apart.

Relying on the illumination of lightning, the people of the Silver City travel on the dim roads. They believe that the few hours every day when the lightning subsides are the legendary real night. At this time, candles are needed to illuminate the city, dispel the darkness, and guard against monsters.

Derrick walked through the street with his eyes wide open, not even thinking about his destination. But as he walked, he found himself back at his doorstep.

He took out the key, unlocked the padlock, and pushed the door. He saw everything familiar, but did not hear his mother's concerned voice, nor did he encounter his father's scolding for running around. The room was empty and deserted.

Derrick gritted his teeth again, hurried back to his room, and dug out the crystal ball that his father said was used by a long-destroyed city-state to worship the gods.

He knelt down, facing the crystal ball, and prayed without any hope, praying painfully:

"Great God, please turn your gaze back to this place you have abandoned."

"Great God, please free us, the people of darkness, from the curse of fate."

"I am willing to dedicate my life to you and please you with my blood."

…

Over and over again, just when he was completely desperate and wanted to stand up, he saw a deep red light bursting out from the pure crystal ball.

The light was like flowing water, instantly drowning Derrick.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a towering palace supported by huge stone pillars. In front of him was an ancient and mottled bronze table. Opposite the table sat a figure shrouded in thick gray fog.

Apart from that, the surroundings were void, ethereal and empty, while the bottom was filled with gray-white mist with no visible boundaries and unreal crimson spots of light.

A flame of hope was ignited in Derrick's heart. He looked at the figure sitting high in the seat in front of him with confusion and said:

"You, you are a god?"

After asking, he suddenly remembered a sentence in the general knowledge book of the City of Silver and lowered his head quickly.

That sentence is:

“Don’t look directly at God!”

Klein leaned back, crossed his hands, and answered in Giant language with a leisurely and relaxed attitude:

"I am not a god, I am just a fool interested in the long history."

He had already tapped his left teeth twice and discovered that the surface of the astral body deep in the etheric body of the boy in front of him was mottled and not uniform in color.

This shows that the other party is not yet an extraordinary person.

Fool... Derrick chewed on this word and was silent for a long time before he said with difficulty:

"Whether you are a god or a fool, my prayer remains the same. I hope that everyone in the City of Silver can escape the curse of fate. I hope that the sun described in the books will appear in the sky. If, if possible, I also hope that my parents can be resurrected."

Hey, I'm not a wish-granting machine... Klein let go of his hands and smiled:

"Why should I help you?"

Derrick was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to say:

"I will give my soul, I will please you with my blood."

“I have no interest in the blood and souls of mortals.” Klein smiled and shook his head, watching the boy in front of him gradually turn into despair.

Without waiting for the other party to speak again, he said leisurely:

"But I can give you a chance."

"I am a fool who likes equal exchange. You can use everything you can get from me and other people who are similar to you to get what you want. Please note that the value must be equal..."

"This will make you stronger. Maybe one day, you can rely on yourself to free the Silver City from the curse and restore the sun to the sky. According to the other party's description just now, he is certain that the Silver City is in the so-called God-forsaken Land.

Of course, he couldn't be 100% sure for the time being. After all, according to religious texts, the state of no sun in the sky still existed in the First Age, the Age of Chaos. After all, no one knew whether there were any strange places other than the God-forsaken Land that the countries of the Northern Continent didn't know about.

Derrick listened quietly, lowered his head in silence, and replied after a while:

"I want to be the 'sun' and get the potion formula for its initial sequence from you."

Sequence, potion, "sun"... the sequence path mastered by the Church of the Eternal Sun... it seems that they are indeed in the same world...

The word "sequence" was born after the first blasphemous stone tablet was born, which was the end of the Dark Age of the Second Epoch... In other words, if the City of Silver is really in the "God-forsaken Land", it means that this area was separated from the North and South Continents at least at the end of the Second Epoch...

Could this be related to the catastrophe of the Third Epoch? According to legend, the Goddess of Night, the Mother Goddess of Earth, and the God of War were born, and together with the Lord of Storms, the Eternal Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, they protected mankind from the catastrophe... Klein got a lot of information from the other party's words.

But he had a hard time listening, and even harder time organizing his words because he was not very fluent in Giant language.

Fortunately, the ancient Feysac language was directly derived from the Giant language, and in this regard, Klein could barely be considered an expert, so he made rapid progress in mastering the Giant language and was not so timid now.

Klein maintained his posture and replied calmly:

"This deal can be put aside for the next two days. You'd better not go out for the next two days, and try not to stay in the same room with other people."

He didn't know what the time unit was in Silver City, and he didn't know how to convert it to the time in the Kingdom of Loen in the northern continent. He could only roughly express it as tomorrow, and then tell the other party after the Tarot gathering that it would be this time from now on, just this...

As for the unit "sky", since it existed in Giant language, Klein believed that even if the City of Silver did not use it to count, the other party should understand what it meant.

“…Okay, I’ll follow your orders.” Derrick lowered his head and replied without raising any objections.

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief and tapped the edge of the table with his fingers.

"Before I send you back, let's complete the equal exchange just now. I gave you a powerful opportunity, and you must pay the corresponding price."

"I said I am a fool who loves the long history. What I ask for in exchange is the history of the City of Silver, which you know."

Derrick thought for a moment and replied in a low voice:

"I will describe it truthfully."

"The Silver City has existed since the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and almighty God, abandoned this land. No, it existed before that, but it was still called the Silver Kingdom."