I have been to many places, and I also love the scenery during my travels. I have even gained a lot of gains and experiences during my travels. Perhaps, this is the origin of my soul emblem, the Ice Traveler.
The icy tundra is only pure white, and the towering snow-capped mountains are a luxury even to breathe. There is a double forbidden area of life and color. In a desperate situation where there is nothing, I learned to exile myself.
Yes, it is not a grand speech like letting go of the mind, but a self-exile that represents abandonment and expulsion. In that snow field where the sky and the earth are indistinguishable, where am I abandoned, in the extreme cold. Torture your soul in dreams of despair and death.
"...Why is this world so hard, we just want to live well and can't do that? Why is it so hard to live? Why are all the warriors who sacrificed themselves, but still lost their homes and relatives, and they have to be stigmatized after death Is it true that there are no fairy tales in reality? Do good people deserve to go to hell? Is this all my fault, my sin? If I am wrong, isn't it enough to punish me one more time? To let so many good people accompany me into hell."
Memories of the past were repeated like a lantern, those faces that made me feel guilty, remorseful, and longing never let me go, and those vicious slurs never left my ears.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, a self-righteous traveler, how could our country perish."
"Unknown Gemini? No, no, no, only you, the outsider who occupies the prince's body, is the broom star who made our people slaughtered and driven into a desperate situation."
"It's all your fault, why did you survive alone, why didn't you go to hell with us..."
The amiable face in the past was distorted so ugly by hatred, and the originally cordial greetings made me spend the dawn after time and again in curses and curses.
"Yeah, why am I still alive? God, why am I still alive by myself! I want to die! Let me die!"
I don't know how I got through those nightmare days, because I no longer have the concept of memory and time. Looking back on the past, even the memory is section by section, and the only thing I can remember clearly is the whiteness and the cold.
Perhaps, I didn't get through it, and I fell into complete madness at that moment. It was just the last bit of luck and chance that brought me back from the endless madness.
Maybe, during that time, I was half crazy and half sober. When I was crazy, I cursed the injustice of God, and when I was sober, I cursed my powerlessness and weakness. Reality and dream were distorted together, and ideal thinking and crazy distortion could actually merge. Perhaps this is also the most plausible explanation for the intermittent memory.
But in the end, I survived, and the reason I recovered from the desperate situation told me that even before death, those who trusted people still stick to my banner, how can they regret their choice and trust.
"The heart of a knight is like a city of steel, pure and intolerant of impurities. I actually suspect that they will regret following me. This is the most serious insult to them. I am really an unqualified lord. Even now, I still doubt it. Their loyalty and trust…”
Even after regaining my senses, I still chose to live alone in the glacier. I faced myself and my heart in a peaceful life, tortured my soul and memory bit by bit, and took stock of past mistakes one by one in the night of the fire.
"If I can be more mature in thinking, be more cunning, be more shameless, and be more cruel, maybe, I will not fail..."
I, who originally liked liveliness, gradually fell in love with the colors representing the cold in the whiteness, because I know that in the face of desperation, passionate emotions are as meaningless as glossy slogans, and calm and sensitive thinking is the only way the way of redemption, I long to freeze my reason under the glacier.
"If possible, I hope to keep my anger under the snowy mountains, then I will no longer lose control of my emotions because of anger, and I will not make regrettable past events. Madness and anger are meaningless, like a hot-blooded teenager. The urge to bring only endless pain, I spurn anger, I curse madness, I long to be a bystander in desperation."
I don’t know when it started, I lost my anger, but there were two more soul fragments on my neck representing anger. From then on, I became a traveler alone on the icy mountains and rivers, and engraved that scenery into the soul. Brand, and entered the legendary realm again, and laid the cornerstone of reaching the peak.
Perhaps, I really did it, becoming a spectator who can appreciate the splendor of the doomsday with the mentality of a bystander, and make the calmest choice in a desperate situation. Perhaps, I just cut off the fragments of my own soul. The handicapped is a lunatic who thinks he has calmed down.
But no matter what, I don't regret it, after all, that's my past, my own choice, and the sin I should bear forever...
"I, never regret..."
The fierce light stinged my eyes, and tears flowed from my pupils, but the pillow was full of traces of tears.
"Is this the dream again?"
Looking carefully, the sun and the moon are hanging outside at the same time, looking at the position between the two stars, it seems that it has reached the dawn.
"Do you often have this dream?"
The blond elf girl sat on my pillow, her silky blond hair dragged all over the bed, and there were traces of being pillowed on her white and tender thighs. In the past with a mocking and arrogant tone, there were some rare ones. Concerned and nervous, there was shyness and redness on her red face.
I shook my head, threw my boredom aside, and threw the liquid that represented weakness into the corner. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and the next moment, Roland, who was full of vitality, youthful energy, and youthful firepower, came back!
"No, it's all things that have been forgotten. I don't know what's going on, but this week I've been dreaming about... By the way, who are you, and how did you come in? Is it a prank to ruin my reputation? I said I'm not a lolicon, I'm a great maid controller!"
Well, the little girl's concerned face immediately turned into an angry look, and then she smashed her mouth, and suddenly turned into a bird bite...
"Don't bite! Ah, that touch? Are you Heloise? Hey, aren't you a cat..."
Facts have proved that people are prone to low blood pressure when they just wake up, and it is natural to have unclear memory, but at the critical moment, if you recognize the wrong person or call the wrong name, it will kill people...
"Oh, oh, I remembered, sorry! Heloise, I was drowsy just now, don't bite, it's bleeding, it's bleeding, it's really bleeding!"
I finally took off the pseudo-lolita on my head. I made a bunch of conditions before I coaxed her and put some medicine on my head.
"...You are a retrospective dream, this is your soul and then urges you to condense the soul emblem."
And when I asked about the dream just now, Heloise made a firm judgment.
"It seems, that was the memory of the time when the emblem of the ice traveler was condensed. It's a pity, the death of that life must be very vigorous, and the loss of memory is the most. Will condensing the emblem of the soul have such a dream? I don't seem to have it before. Such memories."
"Nonsense, you used to create a new emblem, to condense your life experience in this life, you are now restoring the soul emblem of the past, and you need to face your past self, even if the past is extremely sad."
"Is the past self really a sad past, no wonder I forgot about it... Wait, how do you know it's a memory from the past, and a sad past? How dare you peek at it?! You used magic to peek at my dreams?"
"... Hehe, you should know that cats are very curious creatures."
The next moment, the blonde loli turned into a dead cat and scratched her face maliciously with her claws. Heloise was more and more likely to fool people with this.
I squeezed a sentence out of my teeth.
"Cat curiosity? Well, maybe, we should talk about how the cat died first!"
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In less than a month after entering this world, many warriors who came in have achieved breakthroughs. These guys have often reached the bottleneck period for a long time. After staying in this environment of high element tides for a while, they will naturally break through.
But don't underestimate these breakthroughs. In the human world, most mortals work hard for a lifetime. Even if the famous teacher instructs the resources to keep up, it is the peak of silver, otherwise the golden master will not be so popular.
And if all the silver peaks that are stuck here, which are regarded as mortals, can easily enter gold, and decades of precipitation have turned into real power, it is very little to triple the combat power.
From the golden stage to the legend, it is a summary and cohesion of one's own life. There is still a way to reach the golden stage. The legendary stage means that you have worked hard all your life, and it is only a little bit short.
But some people do realize it, but due to injury or old age, they are exhausted physically and mentally, and they still cannot advance. This is not an individual case. Life is short, young and powerful, and young people do not worry. Only when you die or suffer a major setback will you look back on the past from the heart and realize the advancement, but by then it is already too late, and the body near the end can't stand the toss.
But these old mercenaries and warriors, in the environment of high element tides, inexplicably repaired their injuries, extended their lifespan, and passed this hurdle.
That is to say, just being here, these young soldiers have gained a lot, and the veterans have regained their fighting power, and naturally they have more confidence in our career.
Of course, in a few decades, I am afraid that the whole world will have such benefits, but when the tide rises, the enemy will be even more difficult to deal with.
But in fact, in a burst of joy, the biggest gain was me.
The seven-day soul-calling has ended. The huge consumption made me fall asleep. At the same time, I forcibly raised the magic power to the legendary level, and the soul emblem that can be stuck for a normal person's life, but from the very beginning. Not a problem, it forced me to quickly condense my soul emblem and forced me to face myself.
"It's really hard to do. Although entering the legend and even the holy rank is also a necessary condition to complete the 'big plan', but I really don't want to have that dream again."
"Then, you can try to condense other soul emblems first. However, it's not as good as that."
Thinking of the other things and memories represented by the soul emblem, my expression suddenly became weird, and then I gave the dead cat a vicious look.
"You, did you peep at my dream again? Otherwise, how would you know it would be miserable."
"Hmph, do you still have to watch it? Isn't your life just tableware? It's already full of cups (tragedies), and you can't see comedy no matter how you look at it."
"Comedy? There will be? Dead cat makes death burlesque - Schrödinger's cat, which is highly praised! Come and guess whether the cat is dead or alive!"