I have been to many places, and I also love the scenery during my travels. I have even gained a lot of gains and insights during my travels. Perhaps this is the origin of my soul emblem, Ice Traveler.
The icy tundra is only pure white, and the towering snow-capped mountains are a luxury even to breathe. There are double forbidden areas of life and color. In this desperate situation where there is nothing, I learned to exile myself.
Yes, it is not a grand statement like emptying one's soul, but a self-exile that represents abandonment and expulsion. In that snowy land where sky and earth cannot be distinguished, where was I abandoned, in the extremely cold weather?
Tormenting his soul in dreams of despair and death.
"...Why is the world so hard, even if we just want to live well? Why is it so difficult to live? Why do warriors who sacrifice everything still lose their homes and relatives, and are still stained after death?
Name. Are there really no fairy tales in reality? Do good people deserve to go to hell? Is this all my fault, my sin? If I am wrong, wouldn't it be enough to just punish me? Why?
I have to let so many good people accompany me into hell."
Memories of the past play out over and over again like a lantern, the faces that make me feel guilty, regretful, and longing for each other never let me go, and those vicious and slanderous words never leave my ears.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, a reckless and self-righteous time traveler, how could our country have perished?"
"The unknown twins? No, no, no, the only unknown thing is you, the outsider who has taken over the prince's body. It is you, the broom star, who allowed our people to be killed and driven into a desperate situation."
"It's all your fault. Why are you the only one who survived? Why don't you go to hell to accompany us..."
The amiable face in the past has become so ugly and distorted by hatred. The originally cordial greetings made me spend dawn after dawn in curses and curses.
"Yes, why am I still alive? God, why do you let me live alone! I want to die! Let me die!"
I don't know how I survived those nightmare days, because I no longer have the concept of memory and time. Looking back on the past, even the memories are segment by segment. The only thing I can remember clearly is the white snow and the cold.
Perhaps, I didn't make it through and had already fallen into complete madness at that moment. It was just the last bit of luck and chance that allowed me to come back from the endless madness.
Perhaps, during that time, I was half crazy and half awake. When I was crazy, I was cursing the injustice of God, and when I was awake, I was cursing my own powerlessness and weakness. Reality and dreams were twisted together, and ideal thinking and crazy distortions were actually able to merge.
Perhaps, this is also the most reasonable explanation for that intermittent memory.
But in the end, I got over it, and the reason I recovered from the desperate situation told me that those whom I trusted would still stick to my banner even before they died, so how could they regret their choices and trust.
"The heart of a knight is like a city of steel, pure and does not tolerate any impurities. I actually doubted that they would regret following me. This is the most serious insult to them. I am really an unqualified lord. Even now, I still doubt
Their loyalty and trust..."
Even after I regained my sanity, I still chose to live alone in the glacier. I faced myself and my true heart in a peaceful life, tortured my soul and memory bit by bit, and took stock of my past mistakes one by one in the night of the stove.
"If I could be more mature in thinking, more cunning, more shameless, and more cruel, maybe I wouldn't have failed..."
I originally liked liveliness, but gradually fell in love with the color that represents coldness in the white snow, because I know that in the face of desperate situations, passionate emotions are as meaningless as glossy slogans, and calm and sensitive thinking is the only way to win.
I long to freeze my reason under the glacier.
"If possible, I hope to leave my anger under the snow-capped mountains. Then, I will no longer lose control of my emotions because of anger, let alone make regretful past events. Madness and anger are meaningless, like a passionate young man.
Impulse will only bring endless pain, I spurn anger, I curse madness, I long to be a bystander in desperate situations,"
I don’t know when I started to lose my anger, but there were two more soul fragments representing anger on my neck. From then on, I became a traveler walking alone on the cold mountains and rivers, and carved that scenery into my soul.
Brand, and once again entered the realm of legend, and laid the foundation for reaching the top.
Maybe, 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 desperate situations. Maybe, I just simply cut off the fragments of my soul.
The disabled person is a madman who thinks he has calmed down.
But no matter what, I don’t regret it. After all, that is my past, it is my own choice, and it is a sin that I should bear forever...
"I will never regret..."
The fierce light stung my eyes, tears actually flowed from my pupils, and the pillow was full of traces of tears.
"Is this the dream again?"
Looking carefully, the sun and moon are hanging outside at the same time. Looking at the position between the two stars, it seems that it is already dawn.
"Do you often have this dream?"
The blond elf girl sat on my pillow. Her silky blond hair was spread all over the bed. There were still traces of being pillowed on her white and tender thighs. There was something rare in her usual mocking and arrogant tone.
Concerned and nervous, with shyness and blush on her red little face.
I shook my head, put aside my boredom, and threw the liquid that represented weakness into the corner. I shook my head and opened my eyes. The next moment, Roland, full of energy, youthful strength, and youthful firepower, was back!
"No, they are all things that have been forgotten. I don't know why, but I always dream about it this week... By the way, who are you? How did you get in? Is it a prank to ruin my reputation? I
I told you that I am not a lolicon, I am a great maid!"
Well, the little girl's face turned into a look of concern, then she clicked her mouth and suddenly turned into a bird biting...
"Don't bite! Ah, this feeling? Are you Heloise? Hey, aren't you a cat..."
Facts have proven that people are prone to low blood pressure when they first wake up, and it is natural for them to have unclear memories. However, recognizing the wrong person or calling the wrong name at the critical moment can cost someone's life...
"Oh oh oh, I remembered, I'm sorry! Heloise. I was sleepy just now. Don't bite. It's bleeding, it's bleeding, it's really bleeding!"
After finally taking off the fake lolita on my head, I made a bunch of conditions, coaxed it back, and put some medicine on my head.
"...This is your dream of looking back. This is your soul urging you to condense your soul seal."
When I asked about the dream just now, Heloise made a firm judgment.
"It seems that it was the memory of when the Ice Traveler Seal was condensed. It's a pity that the death in that life must have been very violent. The loss of memory is the most. Will the condensed soul seal have such a dream? I don't think I have ever had it before.
Such memories."
"Nonsense, you used to re-create a new emblem to condense your life experience in this life. Now you are restoring the past soul emblem, which requires you to face your past self, even if the past is extremely sad."
"My past self? It's 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?
!You used magic to peek into my dreams?"
"...Haha, you should know that cats are very curious creatures."
The next moment, the blond loli turned into a dead cat, scratching her face with her paws in a malicious and cute manner. Heloise became more and more adept at fooling people with this trick.
But I squeezed out a sentence through my teeth.
"Curiosity of cats? 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 of the warriors who came in have achieved breakthroughs. These guys have often reached the bottleneck period for a long time. After staying in this high elemental tide environment for a period of time, they will naturally break through.
But don't underestimate these breakthroughs. In the human world, most mortals work hard all their lives. Even if famous masters give guidance and resources to keep up, they will reach the peak of silver, otherwise gold-level masters will not be so popular.
And if all the silver pinnacles stuck here, which are regarded as mortal heaven, can easily enter gold, and decades of precipitation turn into real power, then tripling the combat power will be considered a small amount.
The golden level to the legendary is a summary and condensed of one's own life. There is still a way to reach the gold. The legendary level means that you have worked hard all your life, and you are just a little short of it. If you don't realize it, you won't realize it.
But some people have indeed realized it, but they are still unable to advance due to injury or old age, physical and mental exhaustion. This is not an individual case. Life is short, youth is full of energy, and young people do not know how to worry. People often end up in old age.
When you die, you will look back on the past from the bottom of your heart when you suffer a major setback, and you will realize the progress, but by then it is already too late, and you can't stand the torment when it is nearing the end.
But these old mercenaries and warriors, in an environment with high elemental tides, inexplicably repaired their injuries, extended their lifespans, and passed this hurdle.
In other words, just by settling here, these young soldiers have gained a lot, and the veterans have regained their fighting strength, and naturally have more confidence in our cause.
Of course, in a few decades, the entire world will probably have such benefits, but by then the tide will rise, and the enemy will become even more difficult to deal with.
But in fact, in the burst of joy, it was me who gained the most.
The seven days of soul summoning were over. The huge consumption made me fall asleep. At the same time, I also forcibly raised my magic power to the legendary level. However, the soul emblem that can block normal people for a lifetime has been blocked from the beginning.
It's not a problem, it forces me to quickly gather my soul seal, and forces me to face myself.
"It's really difficult. Although entering the legendary or even holy ranks is a necessary condition for completing the 'big plan', I really don't want to have that dream anymore."
"Then, you can try to condense other soul seals first. However, it won't be much better."
Thinking of the things and memories represented by other soul emblems, my expression suddenly became strange, and then I glared fiercely at the dead cat who didn't know whether to live or die.
"Are you peeking into my dream again? Otherwise it would be miserable for you to know."
"Humph, do you still want to watch this? Isn't your life just a tableware? It's already filled with cups (tragedies), and you can't see any comedy no matter how you look at it."
"Comedy? There will be one? Schrödinger's cat, a farce about a dead cat trying to commit suicide, has received excellent reviews! Guess whether the cat is dead or alive!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and more updated novels.
