Fool's love
When did it start
While still in Signpost, Oliver occasionally thought about his future. He will inherit the small hotel, form a family with a girl in town, or continue to live peacefully by himself.
He was destined to grow old and die in that familiar land.
He will spend the rest of his life listening to the legendary stories in his mouth to relieve his boredom, running up and down to do business, calculate all aspects of the hotel's income and expenditure, and at most occasionally go to a bigger city with his relatives, friends and family. As long as there is no war on the border, the time waiting in front of him is ordinary and smooth.
Oliver once sincerely thought that being attracted to Nemo Wright, who was also a man, was the biggest accident in his life.
It's not just because of the other person's good looks, Oliver likes the feeling of getting along with Nemo very much - he likes the curvature of the corners of his lips when he smiles, the unabashed candor in his tone, the tenderness in his little details.
And that little bit of a dangerous aura that makes people pound the heart.
Oliver had come into contact with countless adventurers before. Although he was not too old, in a place where adventurers gathered in Road Sign Town, he admitted that he had seen the dark side of many people. Nemo Wright has an inexplicable sense of purity in comparison. If he hadn't deliberately avoided him because of embarrassment and fear when he was young, maybe they would have been friends long ago.
And they still meet because of disaster.
[You didn't leave me at the beginning, and I definitely won't leave you. ] Just a few months ago, Nemo had reassured him in the frontier forest.
And after that, as a mortal, he once captured a tiny miracle - the person he was most moved by, had a similar strong affection for his ordinary self.
Oliver doesn't think the poems that describe love are so accurate, and maybe everyone's love is different. In the past, he did not taste the sweetness of honey in his mouth, nor did he feel the fluffy feathers filling his heart. Just like at this moment, there is no sharp pain in his chest like a churning blade, and no heart-piercing despair.
Not so intense stuff.
It's just like losing some of his own limbs, the world is empty, it becomes empty and unfamiliar, and the ordinary scenery in the past seems unbearable at this time. He is still used to subconsciously chasing the figure who is not here with his eyes, and he still remembers the touch and temperature of the other's palm.
He clearly remembered.
Memories came up little by little, and those peaceful times faded slightly and turned cold because of the terrifying possibility of "this is the last time".
It wasn't the first time they separated, but it was the first time he realized that "Nimo may never come back."
What they had was not a storm, but a little quiet bonfire. Oliver has always put this feeling in the brightest corner of his heart, even in the darkest and most desperate time, he can still look forward to a new day.
But now Nemo is gone, Oliver thought.
It doesn't matter if you are a man, and it doesn't matter if you are a demon sorcerer.
Even if it is not the same kind, it is also a superior demon.
Even the Demon King... As long as they are still looking at the same world, they can always find a way and move forward together.
Thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven't felt this cold-blooded fear for a long time. If, just say if—the giant underground beast is sleeping quietly, and the Demon King is still alive. His Nemo had disappeared in the memory and consciousness that were too large, like a drop of blood falling into a lake.
It cannot dye the lake water red.
Oliver scratched the palm of his hand, and dark red blood seeped into the soil.
"That prophecy." Oliver's voice was dry. "You should know the details, Dylan. I'm the one destined to end this, isn't it? That means I'm bound to see him again."
He couldn't accept such a hasty goodbye.
"Of course I remember the prophecy, it was so interesting that it made me weak for half a week. The fortune-teller was very lucky, and it stands to reason that humans can't afford that price at all - if it weren't for the interesting question he asked, even I Even if he can't intervene in the calculation, I won't give him that level of power."
Jesse rubbed his fingers against Adrian's lips, and the playfulness in his tone faded.
"I should have told you my suggestion... but your current state is not very suitable for communication. So, I will only tell you the facts next, Captain."
"As far as I know, even for 'Nimo Wright' who is just a piece of flesh, that level of destruction can't destroy him. But it is undoubtedly deadly enough to trigger Mr. Wright's self-protection mechanism. Yes, You don't need to show that expression, just like the first time you played against Witherspoon - there was a lot of noise between the two at that time. Mr. Wright is directly connected to the abyss from the surface, I think it will be difficult to ignore."
"He didn't look as bad as people say he was, and he saved my life." That was the first time he had a crush on Nemo, Oliver remembers it very well.
"We'll talk about this in a moment. Listen, Master Chief. My point is that if Mr. Wright had regained consciousness in the depths of the abyss, it would have been completely different—he would have fallen back to the depths of the abyss. On a more optimistic note, he would have Being restrained again, a pessimistic situation..." Jesse twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't continue.
"I don't understand. Nemo is not a complete demon, and when he recovers, the law will not force him..."
"Law, law. Humans always like to make things that they can't explain as laws. Can't a complete superior demon come to the surface? The 'superior demon' is defined by your own words, how can it be used as a condition for the operation of the abyss?"
Oliver looked blankly at the annoying "god" in front of him.
"From start to finish, it's just a matter of strength."
Jesse's tone was flat.
"I made an agreement with the underground guy a long time ago that in order to prevent too many beasts from running into my flock, abyssal creatures with a strength above a certain limit are not allowed to come to the surface. Your so-called 'laws' are just pastures The fence. Remember, it is because the demons who can't get up are too powerful, and humans have designated them as superiors... Over time, you have mistaken cause and effect."
"Even if they sneak up to the surface, the superior demons can only exist in the form of flesh and blood with incomplete strength. Strictly speaking, this is not a violation of the rules, and the damage is still within the controllable range. As for our Mr. Wright, he should use Some way of erasing his own cognition, he passed through the cordon set up by our joint team, pretending to be harmless."
Oliver suddenly guessed something, his face suddenly pale. And Jesse looked at him coldly, and there was no smile in his ice blue eyes.
"As you can guess, if he wants to leave again in this way, he must try to give up his cognition again. But it doesn't matter, Mr. Ramon, he doesn't need to come up again... Next, you won't like it. , are you sure you want to listen?"
"Continue." Blood kept gushing out along the gaps between the fingers, and the palms were dug up by the nails, and the blood flowed continuously, but the pain that ignited was slightly distant.
"Just as you call him the 'Demon Lord', we prefer to call his race the 'Pillars of the World'. They are very famous—the wreckage of their fellow men born alone, dying alone. They nurture, analyze, adjust and adapt according to the information they get Evolution. After thoroughly exploring the possibility of one sun, unfold your body and fly to another sun. Guess what will happen to the surface during this process?”
Jesse sighed and shook his head, looking at Oliver again.
"… continue."
"Okay, okay. You really don't give up... do you know why they're so famous? You see, even me, at least a little bit of a likable emotion. But they're not the same, to be rude, Pillars of the World The most indifferent creatures I've ever seen. Their consciousness on the surface means only one thing—"
"They have completely lost interest in analysis of the many civilizations that currently exist in their bodies. Before they are destroyed, they will just make a final sample record."
Before the words were finished, a slight tremor from the depths of the earth swept across the soles of their boots.
Jesse was stunned for a moment, his expression changed complicatedly, and finally settled on "regret".
"The Demon King's cognition has recovered." He said softly, "Now answer me, are you ready to 'save the world', hero? Or are you willing to do nothing and wait to be wiped out by the 'world'?"
Half a day ago, deep in the abyss.
Nemo could feel himself falling fast.
In this way, his body penetrated hard rocks, hot magma, and thick layers of ice. The pain was not that strong, but the tearing and dizziness were more severe. It was as if countless invisible hands grabbed his limbs and pulled him down.
The body was corroded by the explosion of the Dragon Breath stone, and now it is recovering quickly.
But Nemo couldn't move, not even to bend a finger.
Now he doesn't care about it either.
Fragments of countless pieces of information poured into his consciousness frantically, no, it would be better to say that his consciousness fell into a sea of memory fragments. Nemo almost forgot his identity for a moment, the influx of excessive information made him want to scream, but he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.
The pain was so severe that for a few seconds, he almost wanted to die.
The body finally hit the bottom, and the high speed caused him to hit a huge pothole at the bottom of the abyss, which Nemo could vaguely perceive. The stop of the fall did not make his condition better, the eyelids were still surprisingly heavy, and the control of the body did not return to the slightest.
The jumbled memories made his consciousness intermittent, and it was difficult to distinguish between the memories and the reality.
This is the sequelae of actively interfering with cognition, Nemo thought vaguely. Filled with too unfamiliar knowledge, he is like a baby trying to open the lock with different keys. The key is in his hand, and the keyhole is in front of him, but whether it is picking or rotating, it makes him incomprehensible and has a splitting headache.
But he has felt this, and he may be able to survive it. Although the memories are huge, they rarely have clear emotions. He is more like a bystander who can empathize with them.
This is a good thing, Nemo desperately repeated to himself in the torment of his brain that was about to explode—
Hold on, as long as you hold on, he has the possibility of seeing Oliver again.
He wanted to look at those eyes again.
It's a pity that he completely lost control of his body. He couldn't even grit his teeth. He could only endure the floating feeling of powerlessness to protect the little sanity he had.
It's like protecting a dying candle with bare hands in a rainstorm.
A powerful and familiar sense of oppression was approaching, it was Ulysses.
He knew this, and if it was himself now, he could barely understand it. The devil's plan was stabbed in his brain in pieces, and he just...
Killing intent.
The unmistakable killing intent suddenly dropped, almost pushing Nemo's body a few inches deeper into the sand.
Do not.
Nemo frantically revolved around this idea, and the little clue he grasped made him extremely horrified. Consciousness is still ups and downs, the miracle has not happened, and the body still does not obey. Not to mention opening his eyes, he couldn't even shed tears.
no.
He could hear the scythe-like claws wrapped in spells, breaking through the air, and hitting him directly.
Not now.
Then a little warm liquid splashed on his face, but no pain accompanied it.
He was moving, but not of his own volition. Someone threw him away from Ulysses' attack, then roughly pulled his arm and dragged him fast in a certain direction.
The breath is a little familiar.
But Nemo couldn't hold it any longer, and his consciousness gradually slipped into darkness in the increasingly turbulent tide of memory.
Until then, he could barely feel the long cool hair brushing his cheeks.
There are several icy and rich dead auras ahead. In terms of strength, one of the corpses should be exceptionally huge, while the other corpses surround it and are relatively small.
He recognized the breath, Nemo thought dazedly. Those slightly smaller corpses were dragged by the former himself, and he would never forget any details.
And the one in the middle is huge...
That's right.
…they were heading for the corpse of Orori itself.