Chapter 88

[The comic has been updated.]

At that time, Yuan Qian was holding Amara's shell and facing a group of cunning gangsters alone. No matter how you look at it, this is not the right point to end a plot.

The Wing Clan member wiped away the blood on the sword and lowered his eyes to look at the blunt blade against his fingertips.

The blood, ruptured fat, and some minced meat that quickly turned sticky with the air flow wrapped around it like clumps of uneven slime and flowed downwards very slowly.

He threw away the long sword that had only been with him for a few days, turned around and walked towards the young people who were only barely staying awake.

"Sir...I'm sorry..."

"Can we still get back alive? I'm so scared..."

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die. I regret it. I should have become a clerk! Mom and Dad, I should have listened to you..."

"Sir, please don't let those villains go because of us! If you don't subdue everyone, more people will definitely suffer!"

The weak sounds caused by the toxins came one after another, so low that it was difficult to hear clearly, but it was just annoying.

Amara stopped in front of the last person, and she was the most seriously injured.

The member of the temple who told him to catch up with the bandits was probably only about twenty years old, the same age as his disciple Taloya, so he still looked a little childish.

She had regular features, and her slightly ordinary face was only distinguished by her thick eyebrows and deep eye sockets, which gave her a slightly similar demeanor to the Sword of the Temple. But now her eyes, which were always bright and belonged to a beast, had dimmed, her hair was stained with dirty mud that rubbed against her lusterless facial skin, and she leaned stiffly against a rock, looking so haggard that anyone would feel sad.

“Tell me the basis on which you make decisions for other people,” Amara said.

"Nothing is more important than the safety of the people. I probably can't go back, please use my sword."

"--good."

The sharpest sword of the temple has a speed that no one else can match. Even though he came alone to find this team and fought hard after being ambushed, his short gray hair, thin face, and linen robe in black and white are not stained with blood, showing an unusual cleanliness here.

He half-knelt beside the young woman with a certain solemnity, took the weapon she had taken off, and exchanged it for the holy emblem he was wearing.

She held the holy emblem with peace of mind, and finally closed her eyes tiredly.

Amara quickly stood up and tirelessly followed the trail of the remaining bandits.

“Why update at this time?”

[I guess the story about No. 6 will be put in the extra chapter. The last two volumes were released about two months apart, so this one is coming soon.]

"That makes sense." Yuan Qian clicked to buy.

The cover of the 25th chapter of the comic is Xiaoman, but not just her.

On the title page, the long-lost Ellyretna is transformed into an elegant feline with long light-colored fur tinged with pink, lying in an exquisite golden plate, leaving only her back and the short tail of a lynx.

In the distance, she is like a giant monster guarding a treasure, coiling up her body to protect a small crystal tree in the golden plate. On the tree grows only one normal-sized apple, which is full and bright red.

Xiaoman, dressed in traditional warrior attire, was hiding behind a boulder, facing the audience. In his hands were a ball of colorful yarn, a toy made of bird feathers, and a roll of meat. He seemed to be wondering how to lure the guardian away so that he could take the apple away.

Little did they know that the huge rock was not a real rock at all, but a giant purple snake disguised as a bunch of fern leaves. The snake's tail was shining in the corner of the title page, with clear traces of its scales, and it was curled around the lid of a bottle of obviously poisonous potion.

Unlike Yuan Qian, who would take a break from reading comics during the thrilling chase, readers in another world quickly filled the page with barrages of comments.

[It seems like everything is a metaphor, but it also seems like it’s just a normal AU (it seems)]

[The pink-haired sister's little tail and the beautiful lady's little tail

[How come you can look handsome and entertain people at the same time no matter what kind of sculpture you make?]

[Cub: The cat’s method should work on the lynx; Nie Zong: Just poison it to death. Music]

[Thinking of the two cosplaying teachers' waltz, I suddenly think the scumbag group is also quite good...]

[The cuteness of this despicable person is to compete for the attention of serious people! The pink star will buy me into the trio]

[What a weird grouping, but when you think about it, it does have something to do with the plot (looking up at the sky)]

Yuan Qian then remembered what his teammates did when they first appeared in his hometown, and couldn't help asking:

"Do you like Elliotta?"

[How is that possible? I can’t bear to see her suffer because I like her. But you see, it’s rare to see a character here who is not such a good person, nor a brainless and antisocial person. I feel like she is the kind of person who can communicate with me, so as a non-reduced villain, it’s inevitable that they sympathize with each other... I think that’s what No. 5 would think.]

I see, we are just like-minded in terms of the degree of evil. But it didn't stop you from using other people's corpses to create the horror story of knocking on doors late at night.

The beginning of the main story was just like what happened in the monastery at that time. Most readers were surprised that there was no fight, and only the part that liked Su Mei made sounds of injury again.

[Don’t lie to me! I believe it, I really believe it ah ah ah]

[I am standing right in front of you. See how much I look like I did before...]

[Nimma! When I was trying so hard to summon the little fox, I didn't expect to be able to summon it, and I didn't expect it to be such a creature!]

[Now I don’t know how to look at the update. I hate Nie Zong, but without him, I can’t see any trace of my promotion. I don’t hate him, so why is he not Su Mei!!!]

[+1... I'm too scared to say it. Actually, I'm a little jealous of Lass Chef. It's not a good thing to have your soul completely shattered... (eyes shifted)]

[It is fate that he is here! Is this the cruelty of the Pink Star style?]

[Stop talking, I can’t bear it anymore. At this moment, the face and temperament are similar, but I know that inside they are completely different. It hurts so much.]

[Can't you just fool us once? ]

[No way, I can see that he is not the kind of traitorous demon who has everything planned out by the organization. He is quite an open-minded person ()]

It was so painful that Yuan Qian could not bear to read on. He turned the page silently with a heavy sense of guilt.

Of course, there are also people who calmly analyze the settings.

[It seems like Nie Zong is good at repairing things? 】

[Indeed, this section has star god statues + clay dolls + children's rag dolls, and even repairs on the roof and stove]

[…I mean, is it possible? This proves that he ate other soul fragments besides the little fox and mother that he appears to have…]

[——Indeed! There is plenty of room for brain filling.]

【Based on the testimonies of these children, they seem to have good acting ethics? It’s ok that they don’t help with anything extra】

[Umm, this reminds me of my friend. But we are all from the Star God family, so it is normal for us to have similar ideas? 】

[My friend’s brother would not commit domestic violence (big laugh) and would not pull someone’s hair (big laugh)]

[So my friend is suitable for pure love! I am suitable for being responsible... hehehe...]

During the chat, Yuan Qian watched the comic slowly progress to the next journey of this strange protagonist-villain combination.

"——I am a lowly being, a fallen filth, the blood of a dead god. I don't even have your power to kill gods, but I still want to try. Will you hate me for this arrogance?"

[I just wanted to say thank you to Mr. Nie for fulfilling one of my lifelong regrets...Aaaaah]

[Now he doesn’t look like a little fox at all. Fan Xing’s expression control is amazing. How did he draw my book?]

[Ah? Is this the confession? What will you say in the big scene afterwards?]

[——Yes, what made Xiaoman grow up was his arrogance of not obeying the so-called stability.]

[This memory is so nice. Everyone Xiaoman met was so nice.]

The reader who was moved by the ups and downs along the way turned the page and saw the dialogue in which Nie Bo enthusiastically suggested taking the blame for Xiao Man.

[The most outrageous thing is that it sounds really feasible, to the extent that Amara would believe it]

[Help me, he's such a sincere villain, how can we fight him? If we don't fight him, what kind of villain is he?]

[If it were me, I would not be able to help but agree with him, really]

[My first reaction: What scapegoat...! ]

[The black sheep sculpture made by the boss is deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is weird and cute, but it is the underworld and eats people]

"Should I give you a share?" Yuan Qian suddenly asked as he looked at the bullet screen. This meant that the emotional value brought by No. 5 would definitely not be less, but every bit of income from the beginning to the end went into his pocket.

[That's a character in your inventory. What does it have to do with my D-009 auxiliary system?] The adjutant actually signed the account and didn't acknowledge it at all.

"..." Yuan Qian began to recall whether he had the contact information of a certain middleman. In addition to the theater, he also planned to buy something else as a reward.

Fortunately, Xiaoman had the determination of a protagonist and did not agree to Nirvana, so the topic ended normally.

It was a long time before they mentioned it again.

[Nie Zong wants Xiao Man to be happy, Nie Zong is good, Xiao Man hopes he can be stable and sober, and Xiao T Man is also good! ] This bullet comment changed the exclamation mark into a special font that consumes subscription coins, which seems particularly sonorous and powerful.

[I've never seen such a thing before, a villain is arguing with another dead villain just for the protagonist's preference...]

[But Xiaoman's XP seems to be the type of pink-haired sister (sad) Green-green sister is three points less charming, don't talk about someone]

[Total distance to this type is about three more awakenings]

【Dust awakens that I am not a unit of measurement.

As the conversation progresses, Nirvana finally tells him how special Xiaoman is to him.

"…It was like falling from the sky. Then I saw blue fire."…

Yuan Qian recalled that this part of the script was very important, so he was lucky enough to enjoy a private rehearsal, and he was the first to hear it during the trial rehearsal. He still thinks that the rare and gentle narration has a moving sense of fate. Unfortunately, comics have no sound, so they can only try to render it from other aspects, which is not as appealing as before.

Ah. But investing in animation is very expensive, right? I can afford real estate, but investing in cultural and creative works with no real upper limit is like jumping into a bottomless pit...

He first made a note of this tentative idea in his mind and continued reading as if nothing had happened.

[No wonder Nie treats his children differently from others. It must be fate.]

[From what I understand, this means that if there hadn't been the trigger brought by Xiaoman, the soul fragments and divine blood in Xingyuan might not have been integrated into a consciousness until now? Oh my god]

[Destroy the atmosphere but: Chen Xing: It turns out that you are the one who brought this thing into the village! (broken)]

[This is good. Having two options can counterbalance Chen Xing. Otherwise, this guy would have schemed against the little wolf cub. It’s a bit scary when you think about it.]

[Indeed, the reason for the existence of Nie Zong is that he will flip the table and choke someone, and this trick is best used on the scumbag rabbit.

[Actually, this was originally my friend's job, but he couldn't come (eyes shifted). It would be nice if someone else could do the job for him...]

[Ah, you are right. I can't help but feel that the baby came too late. If it was in the earlier years, my friend and Lasi could have done more.]

[(crying) But if there was no little fox, the cub wouldn't have met Lasi! ]

[Then the little fox was saved by Lasi, but it was because the pink-haired siblings used explosives to destroy the tribe... What a fate that is so interconnected]

Yuan Qian couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of fate as he watched the barrage of comments. Looking back, even he didn't understand how everything had developed to this point. Perhaps a slight change in any step in the middle would have led to a completely different story.

Perhaps in a certain possibility, he did not die of a sudden illness at the right moment and signed a contract with the system. Another possibility is that the demon king of the other world did not persist until he finally caught the clues and successfully hacked the system. It is also possible that he made a wrong choice when creating No. 2, resulting in him being trapped in a corner of the world, waiting for the end of the balance being exhausted or the world being destroyed. The most fortunate thing is that he was awakened by someone after a long time, and he may even have forgotten his own name.

"Don't delve into those things. Unless you want to break again." The adjutant suddenly reminded him, interrupting Yuan Qian's thoughts that were drifting further and further away.

“…Oh, okay.”

The biggest benefit that Yuan Qian's experience of spending long years alone reading miscellaneous books to pass the time brought him was that his attention was sufficiently relaxed, and it was difficult for him to concentrate excessively on one thing for a long time like people with plenty of energy.

Under his own deliberate control, Yuan Qian soon turned to pondering the irrelevant question of "Are all planetary consciousnesses born to fall apart?"