The shouts of villagers coming from the distant hillside woke up Nu Mu who was in a daze from the chaos.
After he responded hastily, he hurriedly ran towards the hillside several miles away.
The entire mountain is his family's pasture, but sometimes the animals don't think so...
In their ignorant wild consciousness, all the young leaves they can see are their food.
Therefore, the emergence of fences is a matter of course.
But sometimes, there are always some guys who take the unusual path...
Numu flew to catch the sheep that had escaped from the pasture, and it bleated dissatisfiedly.
But for Numu, whose body is filled with animalistic blood, its resistance is meaningless.
Even later, Numu never understood his father.
After all, the love between humans and orcs always seems particularly wasted.
However, after occasionally hearing his mother's drunken words, Rumu had some understanding of his father's silence.
After throwing the sheep back to the pasture, Nu Mu continued to find a hilltop to sit on.
It is now the early spring of 2119 AD, and the craze of magic has brought subversive changes to civilization.
But in these remote corners, time always seems to pass extraordinarily slowly.
Of course, Numu had also seen the heroic appearance of those legendary heroes on his personal terminal.
They brought traces of civilization to more distant worlds and rendered them a fiery red color.
But that is something extremely far away for Numu and a being like Numu.
Just like a hundred years ago, people in the mountainous areas watched the rich show off their extravagant, extravagant and indulgent lives in the information age.
It was like a mirage full of colorful temptations, and it seemed as far away as another world from the life full of sweat and mud.
Times may change suddenly, but the dazzling and dazzling life always belongs to a small number of people.
To Numu, he is just an inconspicuous one among all living beings.
Of course, he once had a different dream, but it was later gradually extinguished in the morning mist of the mountains.
He understood that he was like countless gravels on the beach, no matter how smooth he was washed by the sea water.
After all, it is not a brilliant diamond and cannot shine in the sun...
Rumu never thought that he could become a part of a legendary experience.
But sometimes, fate is unpredictable...
Rumu knew that a group of adventurers from the city would pass by soon.
They were going to explore the coordinates of a space that had recently appeared here, and then he would meet them by chance.
Then, they were all sucked into the suddenly expanded space coordinates...
What happened next...
"Stop! Stop your thinking!"
Just when Numu was about to recall the dream-like experience before, a horrified roar came from his mind.
Nu Mu suddenly had a clever idea, and he knew whose voice it was:
In that space coordinate, they discovered an ancient altar.
They triggered a certain mechanism, and then the altar collapsed completely, and an evil god was unsealed!
And that voice originated from that evil god!
"That's enough! If you continue to think about it, you will only attract 'it's attention, and then we will all die here!"
The voice roared with suppressed anger, and Rumu could feel its fear.
And as the voice roared, Numu could feel some kind of stinging pain in his head.
That was not suppression by the other party, but seemed to be an instinctive feedback.
That is a warning of danger and death!
"Do you think you've really gone back in time?"
Seeing that Numu finally stopped recalling, the voice began to speak slowly.
Numu could realize that the words of that voice were full of sarcasm.
"No, that's just a retracement starting from another branch of time..."
"If you can't understand this, just think that you are at a fork in the road all the time, and the 'memory' you get is the product of you suddenly seeing part of the information on one of the forks..."
"Time that no one can defy—unless it wants to abandon the fate of death..."
The voice continued, and it began to introduce itself.
As Numu knew it, it was a god.
Or rather, it used to be...
Now, it has lost its priesthood, and even believers have gradually forgotten it.
Under the influence of the seal, it has even forgotten its god's name.
In the branch of time, Nu Mu and a group of adventurers awakened it from the seal.
But because of the power attached to the seal, the group of adventurers and Numu were completely wiped out.
Only the remaining memories of Numu in that time tributary were left, and it forcibly traveled through time to the main timeline.
Nu Mu felt that his mind was numb, and he didn't know whether he should believe the voice in his head.
But there is no doubt that he came into contact with some kind of unusual destiny.
Danger and opportunity, everything makes this mixed-race young man a little confused...
He hesitated for a long time, and then he was about to ask the voice for more information.
He suddenly realized that he didn't know what to call it:
"So, what should I call you now?"
Numu asked.
"I lost my honor, I lost my priesthood, I lost everything..."
"Call me 'Zong'..."
Zong was silent for a while and then replied.
"I know what you want to ask, but I can't tell you..."
Then, he paused and said.
"You have to know that some things, some concepts, are endowed with sacred or terrifying power."
"Even just thinking about it will be like blasphemy, bringing pain and disaster."
"Curiosity is the source of progress, but I know that you do not have the qualifications of a mage."
Listening to what Zong said, Numu frowned.
Although he never thought that he could become a powerful mage.
However, being defined by a guy who is at least not that weak means that he does not have the qualifications to be a mage.
Obviously, this is not a wonderful illusion.
Rumu thought this was a bit bad, but he also realized something.
After all, the bloodline of the orcs does seem to have some contradictions with magic...
"But you can think about it: why do you know the concept of gods, but there are no gods in your world..."
Nu Mu could feel that Zong's voice was filled with some subtle emotion when he said this.
"Maybe... they are in another corner of this world?"
Numu said thoughtfully.
"Another corner - maybe that's a good term..."
"Yes, they are all in the star realm of this world - because they are all dead!"
Nu Mu felt that Zong's voice suddenly trembled a few times.