"Am I the son of disaster?" Aiolos, whose face was still stained with blood, showed a look of doubt in his eyes. Just now, another adventure group was persuaded by him and agreed to take him out of the maze, but they encountered another enemy halfway.
Attacked by a group of monsters.
In fact, it shows that it is not particularly difficult for the adventure groups to take him away from here, because it has been a year since the discovery of this maze. Many adventure groups who have lived in the Holy Flame City for the purpose of exploring the maze are interested in Aiolos.
There is something about this primary school student who is always surrounded by a group of pretty little girls.
Aiolos is also in the Holy Flame City, and he is considered a moderate celebrity. As long as Aiolos can explain clearly the reason for his appearance in the maze, there are still many adventure groups willing to take him out of here.
However, disaster also occurred because of this. So far, Aiolos has persuaded three adventure groups to take him away from here. However, what makes Aiolos very desperate is that these three adventure groups will always meet him halfway.
He was chased by a group of ferocious beasts that were too powerful to resist.
"Did you attract these monsters?" Aiolos, whose clothes were soaked in blood, lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his hand. This dagger had used its magical and extraordinary power countless times.
His strength allowed him to escape death many times in this underground palace.
However, there were three adventure groups in a row that tried to take him out but met with misfortune, which made this young child alert. He had already noticed something strange, but he did not associate the reason for this strangeness with himself.
I blame it on the dagger in my hand.
"Are you a sword that contains a curse? Anyone who helps me will suffer misfortune?" Aiolos held the sword in his hand, his eyes showing deep suspicion, but it was just suspicion, and asked him to
It is absolutely impossible to throw away this sword. This is the proof that he can continue to live.
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"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. This kid can really relate. He actually thinks that all the misfortunes he encountered are because of this sword." In a comfortable room, a father full of bad taste held his arms.
The wife burst out laughing.
"Of course it was not the sword or himself that made him suffer this kind of misfortune, but his father who was full of bad taste!" Looking at Muria with his head buried in his chest, Michaelela was angry.
said.
"What arrangements have you made for those people who died due to the influence of your son?"
"Don't worry, their souls have been collected. Although they helped Aiolos with a certain degree of utilitarianism, judging from the results, they all died to help my son, so they deserve my
Award!"
Muria smiled, "Those adventurers with noble character will have the opportunity to enter your angel reincarnation pool and be reborn in the form of angels, while those who are not so kind will have a pair of stronger cultivation talents.
Body, get a full set of equipment that is suitable for their own profession and is a large level higher than their current strength. This is my compensation to them!"
Now Muria's definition of death is different from that of ordinary mortals. In Muria's eyes, the death of the body is nothing at all. As long as he wants, he can resurrect those creatures who died due to fatal injuries to their bodies at any time.
.
Who made him very familiar with some powerful gods who were in charge of the death priesthood, and he also assigned all his beliefs to them, and in return, Muria could resurrect those creatures that died abnormally at will.
…
"I can never seek shelter from those adventure groups again!" Although he didn't know if it was a coincidence or because of a curse, Aiolos had decided to find a way out of the maze on his own and no longer harm the adventure group.
"But..." Having already made a decision, Aiolos looked around in confusion, "Which way should we go?"
He has made a decision, but unfortunately, Aiolos has already been lost in this maze. He suddenly appeared here and has no idea where the exit of this maze is?
At this moment, Aiolos discovered that the cyan dagger in his hand suddenly became warm, and there was a faint pulling force in it.
"You want to take me there?" Aiolos looked at the dagger in his hand, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no good way now. Since it was this sword that brought him in, then he thought
If you want to go out, following this sword seems to be a good choice.
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Aiolos, who was wearing fresh silk clothes, opened the curtains. The early morning sunlight shone in from the window. He looked at the peaceful scenery outside the window and felt in a trance. The experience last night seemed to be in a dream.
.
But Aiolos knew that this was not a dream. He looked at the corner of the room, where there was a pile of shabby clothes that smelled of blood, which he had just changed out of.
"What is the mark that this sword guided me to obtain?" Aiolos raised his palm. On his wrist, there was a shallow sword-shaped mark surrounded by several patterns.
Just as his doubts arose, a ray of light flashed on the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, and then a pulling feeling appeared in his spirit, and the image in front of him suddenly changed drastically.
White, everything in front of him turned into white nothingness, but soon the earth began to grow from where he landed, and then a desolate world appeared in front of him, with nothing in it.
But just when Aiolos was looking at him curiously, a man in gray clothes and carrying a sword stood silently opposite him. Just when Aiolos wanted to speak out and communicate with him.
, I saw the man in gray on the opposite side pull out the sword on his back without saying a word, and then slashed it down.
The bright sword light covered the world in front of Aiolos, and then... the desolate world in front of him and the gray-clothed swordsman all disappeared, and the warm and comfortable room, the bright sunshine, and the calm streets reappeared in his eyes.
In front of you.
"Hiss!" But Aiolos, who saw all this clearly, couldn't help but press his temples. He felt as if someone had cut his head with a sword, but there was no wound when his hand touched it.
"My mental power!" Aiolos, who was a little confused as to what had just happened, quickly checked his body and found that the mental power he had gained from meditation had been lost by more than half silently. Moreover, his forehead
There was a very painful stinging sensation on his body, as if he had really been slashed with a sword.
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seven days later
"Father, I have something to tell you!" Aiolos, who looked slightly haggard, said to Muria, who was lying comfortably on the sofa and reading a book.
"Huh? What's the matter?" The elegant Muria raised her head and looked at her son, who had graduated from elementary school, with a smile.
"I stole the talisman you brought back from the labyrinth a few days ago." Aiolos, who was already overwhelmed by the talisman and the mark on his hand, decided to seek help from his father.
help.
"Well!" Muria's face was indifferent, and she played her role perfectly, "It's just a lighting talisman. If you like it, just take it!"
"Father, this is not a lighting talisman. The appraiser who appraised this talisman is a mediocre person with no eyesight!" Seeing his father's indifferent expression, Aiolos said angrily, and then, in order to win his father's trust, he held this in his hand.
A talisman that shone with a faint white light began to change form and turned into a short sword.
"It can also be turned into a dagger. It's not bad. You can hold it. It suits you very well!" Muria still didn't show much emotional fluctuations on his face, fully demonstrating a well-informed person.
The style a father should have.
"No, father, this amulet can not only turn into a short sword, it also has the ability to teleport. Seven days ago, it teleported me to the maze you entered!"
"What?" At this time, Muria's face finally showed a hint of surprise.
"I stayed in the maze all night." Looking at his father who finally showed surprise on his face, and his mother who came over after hearing the news and seemed a little nervous, Aiolos also had a sad look on his face.
He really couldn't bear it anymore.
"...Under the guidance of this sword, I entered a very special underground palace. This palace was filled with many broken swords. After I entered, a ray of light emerged from all these broken swords, and then they gathered together.
A mark condensed on my wrist!"
Aiolos described his experience in the maze that night to his parents sitting in front of him, then stretched out his palm, revealing the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, and showed it to his father.
"Your luck seems to be very good. Although you have experienced a lot of hardships, you have gained a lot of benefits." After hearing the tragic experience of his son, an unscrupulous father who arranged everything sighed with a look on his face.
said.
"Now, do you understand the function of this mark on your hand?"
"I figured it out!" At this point, Aiolos's eyes were a little red. It was because of this mark that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had no choice but to confess everything to his father and seek help.
"This mark will pull my consciousness into a spiritual space every night, and then a swordsman who cannot communicate will appear..."
Aiolos complained to his father about the bad experience this mark had brought to him. Every night he would be forcibly pulled into the mental space to fight a swordsman who was so powerful that he had no power to resist.
Every time I was killed instantly, it was a real experience like death.
To put it simply, in the past seven days, he has been mentally killed seven times, and he was still powerless to resist. The experience was very bad.