Time flies, a hundred years have passed since the war on the Twin Islands.
For a hundred years, Quins did not leave the Twin Islands, but lived on the Twin Islands. Constance's four apprentices built a legendary ship after receiving the 8th-level advancement ceremony.
, went out to sea and set sail, experienced, for them, 8
Level 8 is a very difficult step. To advance to level 8 is not only a matter of strength, but also one's own character, will, luck, etc. Therefore, after the situation on Twin Islands stabilized, the four of them got together.
After some discussion, the decision was made.
And also a hundred years ago, Quines and the old Schmidt met again. It is not accurate to say that they met again. To be more precise, Quines realized that the old Schmidt had passed away through the thread of his own destiny.
He was nearby, so he picked up old Schmidt.
"Old Schmidt, don't you wait any longer?"
"No, I'm afraid if I wait any longer, I'll lose the courage to advance to the legend."
Old Schmidt smiled openly and said: "With your support over the years, it doesn't make much sense to delay it any longer."
"but……"
Quins hesitated to speak.
"I know what you are going to say," Old Schmidt sighed: "I am less than 30% sure of advancing this time, but if it really goes to waste, I am not willing to accept it."
Quins was silent.
"If, if I really fail to advance, I hope you can end my life."
Old Schmidt said that he knew very well that if an advanced legend like him made a last-ditch effort and failed, the probability of mutation would be the greatest.
Quins was silent for a long time before slowly nodding.
Watching the door of the secret room suddenly open and then slowly close, Quins was filled with emotion. In fact, he could tell from the thread of fate on old Schmidt that the probability of old Schmidt's success was only 10%.
This is the result of the fact that he has given old Schmidt many resources over the years, otherwise even this achievement would not have been possible.
The theory of fate is mysterious and unpredictable. Even if it is 10%, the fate will flow in different directions depending on the will and soul of the person concerned.
Quines, a person who has a glimpse of the mysteries of the soul, dare not say that he can see all the mysteries of the soul, and he also knows very well that those with a firm soul have a certain probability of breaking their own destiny.
It's just that it's too difficult to break.
Quins stood at the door of the secret room for a day and a night, until the thread of fate between him and old Schmidt was broken.
"Alas, it is ultimately due to bad luck and weak will."
Quins shook his head and sighed, sighing that another old friend had left.
Fortunately, he was not helpless against the dead. With a gentle step, he had already arrived at the secret room. He saw old Schmidt in the center of the secret room, with half of his body mutated, and an unmutated hand inserted firmly.
At the heart.
"You said you wanted me to clean up the aftermath for you, but in the end you were still stubborn and ended up doing it yourself."
As he spoke, a mark appeared in Quins' hand, which penetrated into the old Schmidt's groggy soul that was sinking into the sea of subconsciousness.
One month later.
Hades.
A boat comes leisurely from the sea of collective subconscious. A candlelight shines on the bow of the boat. A mermaid sits upright with a delicate oar swaying in her hand. On the boat sits a bewildered woman.
The lost soul just looked at everything around it in a daze, with only a little weirdness. On its forehead, there was a mark that shone slightly, as if it corresponded to a distant land.
Soon, a vast land appeared not far from the boat. It was layered on top of each other, with a total of seven layers. On the bottom layer, there were infinitely attracted soul-like creatures from the sea. They came ashore in dense numbers, fading away from their illusory forms.
, turned into substance, and fought endlessly with many underworld creatures at the lowest level.
The boat swayed in vain, straight into the uppermost underworld, and then followed the river that ran through the underworld, upstream, passed through an invisible film, and appeared in the other world.
"Wake up, wake up, old Schmidt, don't wake up yet."
The sound was so loud and shocking that old Schmidt, who was sitting on the boat, was shaken all over and suddenly woke up.
"This, me, who am I? I am Schmidt," old Schmidt suddenly became confused after sensing his own existence: "Am I not dead?"
Immediately afterwards, through the soul induction, I "saw" a person not far away, no, it was a monster whose upper body was a human body. He was holding a boat and swimming leisurely in the world.
Immediately, a figure slowly appeared in front of him: "Old Schmidt, we meet again."
"Dodd, why are you here? I-amn't I dead?"
"Yes, you are dead. Don't you feel that you are in a soul state now?"
Quins smiled and came to sit next to old Schmidt.
"So, what's going on?"
"It's very simple. I just fished you out of the sea of collective subconscious."
Quins said leisurely.
"I didn't expect you to be able to do this."
Old Schmidt said.
"What are your plans next?"
"What options can you give me?"
Schmidt Sr. asked.
"Two options, one is to stay in my kingdom of God, which will ensure that you have no worries in the future; the other is to reincarnate for you and start a new life. As you grow up, your memory will gradually recover. With the accumulation of this life,
Level 9 can be expected in the next life, and being a demigod may not be impossible."
"Kingdom of God?!"
Old Schmidt looked surprised, but he didn't ask any questions. Everyone has their own secrets. The secret that Quines was able to reach today is certainly not a small one.
"I..." When the words came to his mouth, Schmidt hesitated a little.
Seeing this, Quins smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you can stay here first and wait until you want it."
After saying that, Quins immediately picked up old Schmidt and disappeared on the boat.
When he reappeared, Quins had brought old Schmidt to a magnificent building.
"Where is this?" Old Schmidt asked in surprise.
"My library, I thought you might be interested in the books in it."
Quins smiled slightly.
"So, where are these people?"
Old Schmidt looked at the people coming in and out of the library and asked curiously.
"My followers."
Quins said calmly.
"Believer, okay."
Old Schmidt was slightly shocked, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Quins gently tapped Old Schmidt's soul, and immediately Old Schmidt felt that his weak soul had become fuller, as if he had a new body again.
"You can use this elemental body first. I have given you the corresponding permissions. You can see whatever you want."
At this point, Quines disappeared, leaving old Schmidt alone in front of the library.