Chapter 2448: Mourning for the past (twenty-three)
"Mutt?!------"
Hearing the cat boy's sudden argument, Hiloma was a little unhappy, and said in a reproachful or even suppressive tone that he rarely used, hoping that Mutt would shut up.
But it didn't work.
"I know that when you die, you are dead and you will never feel anything again." The cat boy hugged the teddy bear given to him by his father and whispered: "I also know that even if we win the Super Bowl
Champion, if you place the trophy in front of your father’s tombstone to pay homage to him, he will not be resurrected. The dead may not even have souls, and they may not feel gratified by what we have done. But——
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He cried in a low voice, his voice becoming extraordinarily low and hoarse because of the sadness: "But I still want to do this. Maybe I'm not doing it for my father, I'm just looking for self-comfort, but I still hope that Sven will do it."
Dad's spirit in heaven can see the moment when our team wins the championship trophy. If we don't think so, then won't all our efforts be meaningless?"
No one could refute. Even Hiloma, who had always behaved very rationally, fell into silence. The orcs in the Sphinx team were basically a group of rough guys, and they would not shed tears easily on weekdays, but today
It was an exception. The players who had been holding back for a long time at the memorial service now let out their emotions like a dam and began to howl and cry.
"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Center forward Gusta fell to his knees and cried. As the fattest and strongest man on the team, this tiger man can even be said to be extremely powerful when he cries.
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"Mr. Gusta..." Mutt also hugged the teddy bear and squatted next to the big man. Instead, he touched the head of the tiger man as if comforting a child.
"You guys..." Shiloma turned around, preventing people from seeing his face: "I don't care what you think, I just confessed what dad asked me to confess before he left.
That's it. The team has been disbanded, but it can be reorganized. If anyone wants to stay in the team, just show up at the stadium before the game starts tomorrow. You guys...are you playing to repay dad?
American football, or are you playing the game because you really like the sport of American football?"
"Both." The cat boy sobbed and whispered, "It was really to repay my father at first, but now that dark American football has become a part of my life, how could I give up so easily."
"So you decided to participate in the competition because you really loved this sport?" Shiloma asked again.
"Yes." The cat boy's voice was trembling because he was still crying, but there was no hesitation in his answer.
"In that case, I won't say anything more," Hiloma replied.
A few hours later, in the refuge stone chamber of Lviv's central temple.
"Well..." Mutt woke up from a moment of dizziness. Was everything just a dream? No. It was the real thing, he was sure. He was just recalling it all while half asleep. Now he
He was lying in the arms of the tiger man youth, wrapped in a bitter and sweet feeling. He knew clearly that the person hugging him was just Albert's clone, and he knew that this clone would one day be lifted, and then it would be like
It disappeared from his sight forever like air, but he yearned for it all as if he was poisoned.
"Are you awake?" Albert's clone asked softly: "Just now...did you faint from pain?"
"No... I was so tired that I lost consciousness. That... was very comfortable. Better than I imagined." Mutt whispered: "It may be the only time in my life that I feel like this."
..."
"Is this an exaggeration?"
"It's not like I haven't been treated like this before, and even often. But it was all done unwillingly. Even if I cry and beg, I can't stop it." The cat boy said in a trembling voice:
"I'm afraid you are the first one to be so gentle, and you may also be the last one. After this, I'm afraid I won't allow anyone to touch my body again. What a pity. If you are the real Albert
..."
"Are you talking about this again? I have already said that I have a world that I want to go back to, and there is no way I can stay here." The clone of the young tiger man groaned.
"Sorry." Mutt apologized in a low voice.
"However, when you go back, you must remind the real Albert carefully and ask him not to let his clone be so far away from him again." Albert's clone said again: "If the clone is too far away, it will take back his own."
Consciousness, his consciousness from another parallel world. In my case, because I have a place to go back to, and there are people waiting for me to go back, so I will definitely go back eventually. But it would be Al from another parallel world.
What about Bert? If there happened to be a clone of that cat, coming from a more miserable parallel world, where all his family and friends died, and he was the only one who survived, do you think he would be willing to go back to such a world?
"
Thinking of this, Mutt couldn't help but be a little scared: "If you don't want to go back...what will happen?"
"The clone will probably try to kill Albert's original form in this world and take his place. If he stays in this world and becomes the original form of this world, then he doesn't have to go back to the place that originally belonged to him.
world." Albert's clone replied: "Using the clone technique to summon yourself from countless parallel worlds is often accompanied by such huge risks."
"But you also said that if the distance is no more than one kilometer, I can completely control the actions of the clones, and at the same time suppress the consciousness of the clones..." Mutt asked curiously: "If you have to stay together.
Even if the clone wants to kill me even though it's kilometers away, it can't kill it, right?"
"Normally, that's the case. But God knows if the clone will have any strange connections." Albert's clone replied: "After all, it is a clone summoned from other parallel worlds. In fact, every world
The same person in this world may have special qualities that he does not have in other worlds. For example, in my case, my archery skills are better than Albert's in other worlds, and I am more proficient in making poisons for monsters.
------Rufu actually taught me this."
"That's it." Mutt closed his eyes and sighed.
At this time, the alarm bells rang outside. Needless to say, President Nitro, who was responsible for supporting the [Summer of Love], fell asleep, and the [Great Hunting Festival] began again.
"Uh." Albert pushed Mutt away and got up from the bed: "We have to go."
"Don't you need to wash it?" The cat boy covered his still wet body with a blanket and asked depressedly, "I heard that Warcraft is very sensitive to...that...smell."
.Other Warcraft hunters will probably smell it and laugh at you..."
"Just a little wipe, probably." Albert's clone quickly put on all the equipment. It seemed that he was really used to doing that with Luffy. He was able to finish it a few minutes ago and could calm down immediately.
The level of getting down to business: "When we fight against the monsters next, we will definitely be covered in the smell of blood, so no one will care about it."
"Stay here and don't run around, little pervert." Albert's clone joked, carrying a pile of equipment and going out fully armed.
"Yeah." Mutt snorted in reply, but Albert's clone had already walked away. He also crept off the bed, walked slowly in the dark stone room, locked the door, and put the special
The heavy stone blocking the door was moved and blocked. After making sure that a safe environment had been created, the cat boy breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the floor.
The warmth of that person still remains on my body, even inside my body...
It's really bad. Even though he has vented to his heart's content, he seems to have not been filled yet. He still feels empty and wants more.
People will do desperate things when they are desperate. In the short period of time in the past few days, he realized that he had lost so much and failed to grasp so much. His previous spiritual sustenance and reliance
, is no longer there; the person he admires or even loves has someone else; and what is left in his body, apart from the warmth that will soon dissipate, is only emptiness.
You shouldn't be so miserable, Mutt? He asked himself, then hugged the teddy bear given to him by Father Sphinx, huddled behind the iron door, and sobbed softly in the dark room.
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Wanting to escape, he picked up the crystal stabbing sword again.
This real world is too ruthless, but there is an unrealistic or even surreal world that he can escape into. Of course, once he escapes, there is no guarantee that he can come back again. The abyss is a bottomless pit, and it is not that Mutt can go in as he wants.
You can go in and come out at will. Everything depends on the wishes of the owner of the Abyss Crystal Realm. Maybe if he escapes this time, he will become a prisoner slave of the Abyss Crystal Realm forever.
But------
Mutt still subconsciously cut his palm lightly with the rapier. A drop of blood flowed out from his palm and blended with the sharp crystal surface of the crystallized rapier.
Crimson crystals began to appear on the stabbing sword, spreading everywhere, and instantly swallowed up the entire cat-man boy in the small space.
I don't know how long has passed.
"Wake up, wake up." Someone poked his cheek.
"Mitch." As soon as Mutt opened his eyes, he saw the white mouse.
"Are you a fool? Didn't you have a chance to escape before? Why did you run into the crystal world again?" Mitch looked at Mutt lying on the ground and asked a little angrily: "And your appearance is...
What's going on? Where have all the clothes gone?"
"Um..." Mutt blushed, covered his lower body and got up. He was indeed disheveled, but before he was swallowed by the crystal and fell into the crystal world, he at least had his storage bag with him.
There is a change of clothes.
Mitch rolled his eyes at Mutt: "Could it be that he was attacked by bad guys in the outside world...that, and he had no choice but to escape in?"
"You think too much." Mutt didn't care about the slight moisture still on his body and quickly put on his clothes. In a world like the Abyss Crystal Realm where there were only two people, shame seemed to have little meaning.
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He looked at the ragged Mitch and took out another prepared set of clothes one size smaller than his own: "By the way, this is a gift for you."
"Ah, clothes! Thank you so much!" The rat boy who had been trapped in the crystal world for who knows how long has been longing for a decent set of clothes for a long time. After all, the clothes he wore were often found everywhere in the crystal world.
The sharp crystal scratched it, and it was already in tatters. It could only be said to be a pile of fig leaves barely hanging on his body. But not only did he not put on the new clothes immediately, he even took off the tattered top he was wearing, and
They are all properly placed in a corner of the Crystal Cave.
"Why don't you wear new clothes?" the cat boy asked curiously.
"We are planning to go out on an adventure, do you want to come with us?" Mitch said, "There is an area in the mountains nearby that has not been explored, but if you want to climb the mountain, your clothes will be easily scratched by the crystals, so it is better not to wear any."
"It's okay if your body is scratched by the crystal..." Mutt couldn't help complaining.
"In the crystal world, even if the body is injured, it can be recovered instantly." Mitch said with a serious face: "So, taking care of your body is not as good as taking care of your clothes?"