"Groselle!"

The "Punishment Knight" Longzel, who was closest to the giant, ran over and supported Groselle, then slowly let go of him and stood up straight, as if he had a confusing dream.

Siatas broke free from Mobet's support, ignoring the pain in her body, and with the help of Yu Feng, she quickly ran to Groselle's side.

She bent down and observed carefully for a while, then pushed the other person and shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Wake up! Wake up!

"We should get out!"

Her voice gradually faded away and then became silent.

Mobet stood nearby and saw the giant's body swaying and struggling to keep his balance, before he finally fell to the ground with a thump.

He was silent for a few seconds and exhaled slowly and long.

At this time, Anderson and Edwina had already run to the frozen ascetic Snowman. One used fire and the other simulated holy light to help the other thaw quickly. Only Klein, who was nearby, came directly to Groselle.

His "Spirit Line" vision told him that the opponent was dead, and only the spirit remained, but it was also beginning to dissipate, which made his damage transfer ability completely useless.

Ever since he burned the light of dawn and entangled the frost dragon for the second time, Groselle should have been prepared for death... Klein was silent for a while.

Mobet glanced at him, smiled bitterly and said:

"To be honest, I haven't seen many giants. Most of my impressions come from books, teachers, and parents. I have always believed that this race is cruel and violent, closer to monsters than intelligent creatures. But Groselle is not like that. He is frank, honest, and optimistic. Although he looks a little silly, he knows better than anyone what is right and what is wrong.

"He told me that this is because he is not one of the oldest giants, not even the second or third generation... The cruel, violent and crazy giants also have sexual instincts and will give birth to offspring. Among the offspring, there will be more rational types from time to time. These offspring will reproduce, making the entire giant clan increasingly out of the category of monsters.

"Oh, I don't know whether I should believe him, but his existence proves such a possibility..."

As Mobet was speaking, he suddenly paused, as if he was lost in memories of the past.

At this time, Edwina and Anderson came closer to Snowman, whose body was still obviously stiff. The ascetic monk then struggled to walk to Groselle's side.

Looking at the tightly closed vertical eye, Snowman drew a cross-like symbol on his chest, half-closed his eyes, and prayed in a low voice:

"Father of all things, great source, here is an honest and pure spirit...may he enter your kingdom and receive eternal salvation..."

Siatas opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say that Groselle believed in the giant king, Almir, but she didn't say anything in the end. She watched Snowman finish his prayer in silence.

"We must get out as soon as possible. No one knows how long that door will last!" The elf singer looked around and said. She seemed quite irritable because of sadness and pain.

She looked down at the giant again and added in a low voice:

"We can't let Groselle's spirit dissipate in this illusory world. We must bring him back to reality!"

"Okay." Mobet agreed immediately, and Klein and the others had no objections.

Edwina turned around and shouted towards the cave covered with ice and snow:

"Danis, you can come out now."

At this time, Siatas's eyes turned slightly, as if she had thought of something, and she turned her head to Klein and said:

"Do you have a pen and paper?"

“Yes.” Klein took out the absorbent pen and sticky note that he always carried with him. This was the professional quality of a “fortune teller.”

Siatas took it and began to write quickly, and she did not stop until Danitz ran out of the cave.

Danitz remained silent and seemed to be in a very low mood. He showed no obvious joy or excitement for leaving the world in the book.

Finally, Siatas stopped writing and returned the paper and pen to Klein:

"The recipe you requested."

Aren't we going to trade after we go out? Klein muttered doubtfully and took his pen and the recipe for the "Ocean Song" potion.

As if she had sensed his confusion, Siatas turned her head and looked at Groselle on the ground, and said in a low voice:

"We are companions now."

So I can just give you the potion formula? Klein put away the items and nodded slightly.

"I'll give you the glass after we get out."

Siatas didn't respond and pushed Mobet:

"Go and lift Groselle."

Mobet looked down at his not-so-strong body and the high-pointed leather boots, smiled helplessly, and walked to Groselle's thigh.

The "Punishment Knight" Longzel followed silently, bending down and hugging the giant's left shoulder.

Anderson glanced around and said with a sigh:

"Some of you are injured, some are weak, so let me do it."

He then hugged Groselle's other shoulder.

Just as Klein was about to reach the remaining thigh, Danitz had already walked over quickly and seized the spot.

Seeing this, he stopped and watched Anderson and others lift Groselle up and walk towards the illusory door covered with snow.

He, Edwina, the staggering and shaking Siatas and Snowman followed silently beside them and arrived at the exit formed by the corpse of the frost dragon Yurisan.

At this time, Klein looked around and found that the light blue blood that had previously flowed from the "King of the North" had disappeared, as if it had never existed.

As expected, a monster that was embodied and almost real... Klein fell behind and watched Edwina take a few steps forward, slightly bend her back, and press her palms on the door.

Then this "Lieutenant General Iceberg" exerted force suddenly and pushed open the snow-covered door.

Silently, everything that everyone saw became illusory, then transparent and disappeared.

Before their eyes, they could quickly see rows of brown bookshelves, the orange sun outside the window that had already set on the horizon, and a table with pens, ink bottles, and papers.

This is the captain's room of "Vice Admiral Iceberg" Edwina!

Klein and the others quickly turned their gaze to the center of the table, where a book bound in yellow-brown parchment lay.

The book flipped due to the invisible wind and came to the last page. Klein and others saw the ending:

"With the help of crazy adventurers and powerful hunters, Groselle fulfilled his promise and led his teammates to kill the 'King of the North', but he also fell asleep in the Frost Kingdom."

“No one has given us an ending yet… Siatas, where do you want to go next?” Mobet put down Groselle’s thigh and tilted his head to ask the elf singer.

Siatas's eyes were confused for several seconds, and then she said firmly:

"Looking for my people..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw Mobet's flaxen hair turning white rapidly, and saw obvious wrinkles appearing on his originally smooth face.

In just a breath of time, Mobet in her eyes had aged and died.

Siatas' heart tightened, and she was about to pounce forward, but she was shocked to find that her legs had become weak without her knowing when.

With a thud, she fell to the ground and found that the back of her hands were also covered with scars that only old people have.

She immediately understood what was going on, and tears began to flow uncontrollably from her eyes. Her body struggled and tried to crawl towards Mobet.

Mobet had also fallen to the ground, also crawling towards her, and stretched out his right palm forward.

Siatas extended her right palm and held the withered and skinny hand.

They raised their heads with difficulty, and each other's current appearance was reflected in their eyes.

The corners of their mouths twitched upwards at the same time, but were unable to relax. Their eyelids drooped, blocking out the light.

Klein, Edwina, Anderson, and Danitz were completely unable to react to such a change, and they didn't know what to do. They could only watch as Groselle's body quickly rotted away, his flesh and blood evaporated, leaving only bones and the Beyonder characteristics. They watched as Mobet, Siatas, Snowman, and Longzel aged and died in just a few seconds, then lost their breath, repeating everything that happened to Groselle's body.

Their clothes either disappeared or turned to ash, and their spirits faded away at an unusual speed and soon they were gone.

"The shortest one has lived in there for more than 165 years..." Edwina whispered to herself, turning her head to look at the white skeleton that was gazing at the sea and the sun outside.

This was none other than the "Punishment Knight" Longzel. He sat on a chair, looking west, in the direction of Backlund.

Snowman was sitting cross-legged beside him, his corpse in a prayer posture.

Yes, they have lived in the world of books for hundreds or thousands of years. According to the rules of the outside world, they are not even demigods, so they should have died long ago... I should have thought of this question... Why am I not alert at all? Could it be... Klein suddenly remembered the influence of the world of books on the spiritual level of Mobet, Groselle and others, and vaguely made a judgment.

He once again looked down at the parchment-bound book, believing that it contained many, many secrets.

"This guy is quite interesting. He died just like that..." Anderson looked at Mobet's corpse and curled his lips.

At this time, all the Beyonder Characteristics were slowly condensing, but the Punishment Knight Longzel did not precipitate anything similar. Edwina examined it for a while and said in a calm tone:

"The potion he took was fake, and so was the power he gained, just like the frost dragon."

This should be the embodiment of the world in the book. This is almost like taking the false as true... Klein sighed silently. He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only maintain Gehrman Sparrow's silence.

For the next ten minutes, no one spoke in the captain's room of the Golden Dream until the four extraordinary characteristics took shape.

One of them is the size of a fist, like a heart, full of holes and sparkling with the light of the morning sun; one is like a jellyfish, with a transparent outer layer wrapped in azure water, with wind sometimes creating whirlpools inside, and sometimes flashes of silver and melodious singing can be heard faintly; one is a pure and shining crystal, full of a sacred feeling; and one is like a baby's palm, with five tiny fingers spread out, and the skin color constantly changing due to different environments.

“Hey, we can’t just keep watching like this.” Anderson finally broke the silence, “Let’s divide these extraordinary characteristics.”

Just as Edwina's light blue eyes were tinged with anger, the hunter shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly:

"I think this is also their wish, because we are companions who have fought together."