"Daddy, what are you doing?" At noon the next day, the little tiger wandered around his father and asked curiously. The fluffy tail was wagging like a puppy's tail.
"Just maintaining the weapon." Albert carefully wiped the Luna steel scimitar with a dry cloth and replied: "Don't come close, Albert. These are sharp blades and very dangerous. I'll go find you."
Mommy playing?"
"But daddy promised to take Obert hunting with him." The furry little white tiger with ice blue tiger stripes on his body said while holding his tail.
"You are still too young. Let's wait until you grow up." Albert thought: "That's right. Wait until you can freely wield the small dagger I gave you without hurting yourself or hurting others."
If you hurt someone who shouldn't be hurt, daddy will take you out hunting."
"Then Obert needs to practice more, hehe." The little tiger proudly took out the dagger carved from animal bone without a blade from his waist, and waved it pretendingly.
"You brat, I just reminded you and you forgot right away?" Albert rolled his eyes at his son: "You are not allowed to wave this at home! If you want to practice, practice outside the house, and be careful to practice where no one is around.
!If you hurt yourself, hurt others, or damage the furniture while practicing at home, daddy will spank you again!"
"Okay, okay." The little tiger jumped out of the house.
"Walk slowly, don't fall!" Albert complained angrily.
"Hehehe~" Obert ran outside the house with a playful smile.
"You are too harsh on him." Chanel came over with a plate of washed fruits and put it down on the coffee table: "Occasionally, I take him hunting. He is the child of a warrior and a hunter. This is engraved in his heritage.
The talent in the factor."
"You spoil him too much," Albert complained.
"Wouldn't it be nice to pet him? Little Obert is so cute anyway." The dark elf girl said jokingly: "It's enough to have one big furball here who is overly serious all day long. We don't need two. Our little furball
As long as Qiu is cute and well-behaved, even if he's a little silly, that's fine - just like his father used to be."
"You're going around in circles and saying I'm stupid..."
"Hey hey hey." His wife came over and stuffed grapes into the tiger's mouth while staying close to Albert.
"What's going on with you lately? Why do you always look so depressed?" She asked softly: "You were absent-minded last night and completely out of state. It seemed like you were working hard, but you were just forcing yourself."
"I'm fine." Albert muttered while chewing the sweet seedless green grapes.
"Is it really okay? You know, I am your wife, and I can somewhat sense your thoughts..."
"You want to say that you can use your dark elf's keen hearing to know whether I am lying."
"Hey hey~"
"I said I'm really fine." Albert sighed again: "I'm just...sometimes I worry a lot. I now have a beautiful wife, a lovely son, and a sweet home. But
I always feel that I don’t deserve all this, I don’t deserve to have you. I always feel that this is a dream, and this dream will wake up one day. Once I wake up, neither my wife nor my son will exist anymore.
I'm alone again. Haven't you ever been so worried about Meow? Is this all a false dream?"
"No, I didn't." Chanel shook her head and replied: "Why should you worry? You are a great Warcraft hunter, a hero who has saved the world. You have saved us all, you have saved me. You are already great enough.
Yes, you deserve it all. And who doesn’t deserve a home? Everyone has this qualification."
Albert fell into silence. The strange yet familiar shouts came intermittently from an extremely distant place and entered his mind, shocking his nerves.
"Hurry... wake up... come on!"
"I seem to have forgotten something very important." Albert looked at the sky outside the window and whispered: "I will continue to stay here and be attached to this tenderness... Is it really good?"
"This is your home, what's wrong with it." The dark elf girl advised again: "You have done enough for this world, why can't you just leave it alone? Why do you have to sacrifice yourself to save this world?
,Why can't others do this kind of thing?"
So Albert was silent again.
"wake up……!"
That voice shouted again and again, although it was subtle, it lingered. Someone was shouting at the top of his lungs and never stopped. It was shouting for him.
"cheer up……!"
The sound stung his nerves like a headache.
"Daddy?" After an unknown amount of time, the little tiger Obert tilted his head and looked at Albert. The bright blue eyes of a child who was only a few years old were particularly cute.
"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No...I'm fine..." The tiger man reached out and touched his son's cheek. It was furry, soft, warm, and slightly moist. With such a real touch, who dares to say that this is not real?
world?
"But daddy sometimes shows a very sad expression, as if daddy is going to leave mommy and Obert and go somewhere far away..." Little Tiger pouted and said, "Daddy is really going to a place far away."
Go away, meow?...and never come back, meow?"
"No, I..." Albert wanted to deny and answer his son, "I won't go anywhere, I will just stay here with you." However, as soon as the words reached his throat, he choked.
He couldn't say it. Even if he tried to convince himself, he knew deep down that it was just a false promise. It was better to remain silent than to deceive his son with a blank promise.
"Daddy?" Little tiger Obert looked at his father with innocent big watery eyes: "Why doesn't daddy meow? Tell Obert that daddy won't go anywhere, can he meow?"
Albert looked troubled.
"Don't... give up...!" The mysterious voice urged him again, shouting at the top of his lungs again and again: "... wake up!"
That hoarse cry made him feel very embarrassed. Just like the pleading expression of his son in front of him, it made him very embarrassed.
I'm in a dilemma, but I always have to choose one. I can't drag it out like this any longer.
"Hmm..." At the same time, in the Abyss Arena, Gusta covered his throat that was in severe pain and was almost bleeding.
"Can I shout again?" Mutt also asked in a hoarse voice: "The last time. Just once."
"I will work hard..." the tiger man replied in a low voice: "Come closer. Let's shout together. I share my ability with you... I hope that the voice can be conveyed to Mr. Albert."
"Yeah." Mutt sat on Gusta's lap and let Gusta hug him from behind.
"Breathe--" Gusta ordered, and the two of them took a deep breath at the same time.
"Cheer up, Albert!!————Wake up quickly ahhhhhhhhh!!————"
They shouted with all their last strength.
Albert looked up at the distant sky. The voice calling him became clearer and clearer, and that voice was extremely familiar to him. It was a companion who had been with him for a long time.
He knew that he couldn't ignore all this. He couldn't let them down.
What to do, the answer is already written in his heart.
"I'm sorry, Obert." Albert hugged his little son tightly: "Daddy is still..."
"No...! No! Daddy is not allowed to leave! Why does Meow want to leave!" The child seemed to know the result and began to cry and hit Albert on the shoulder hard. But he still couldn't bear to hit him.
His father beat him a few times and then stopped and just kept crying.
"Are you still going to leave?" Chanel also walked up to Albert: "Are you still going to go back to the world that truly belongs to you, and are you not even willing to stay a little longer?"
"This is a beautiful dream." The tiger man whispered: "But as expected, I don't belong here."
"Compared with your love for us, you love those other people in the other world. Is this what you mean?" His wife sighed: "Then, please take care of yourself."
"You should also take care of yourself." Albert rubbed his son's head and let him go.
"goodbye."
Light gushed out from his body, the ice blue light replaced the black tiger stripes on his body, and the white shimmer emitted directly from the white hair on his body, turning his entire tiger into a luminous body.
[Transcendental Sainthood] mode is activated, and it is a deeper level of [Supermundane Sainthood], a state that is deeply connected to the other side of truth.
The surrounding scenery gradually darkened and disappeared before his eyes. His beautiful wife hugged his lovely son, said goodbye to him for the last time, and then disappeared completely.
Then he got up from the ground, and the surrounding scenery changed back to the gray battlefield of the Abyss Arena.
He glanced outside the field and saw Mutter and Gusta waving wordlessly, they had lost their voices.
He glanced straight ahead again, and in front of him was his opponent, the tuner Su Fang, the culprit of all this.
"It's unbelievable...how could you escape from the eternal illusion?" The ancient warrior seemed very surprised.
"That is indeed a very powerful illusion. Once you are caught, you will be trapped in the endless illusion and cannot escape." Albert shook his head and said: "However, your illusion is only effective on creatures in this world. That's it.
Even I was almost fooled by you."
The icy blue light on his body was flashing.
"But I am not a [creature in this world]. I do not belong to this world. What appears here is just a clone of me projected into this world. My true body is within [the principles behind the strings]."
."
Su Fang groaned, and she understood what was going on.
"It seems that no matter how powerful your illusion is, you can't reach the other side of the truth of the universe, isn't it?" Albert snorted and said, "As long as you know this, there is nothing you can do about me."
"Damn it...Damn it! I don't believe in evil!" Su Fang quickly retreated back, using all her strength at the same time. Thousands of extremely radiant ribbons poured out from the butterfly wings on her back, and endless illusions were like
A furious wave hit Albert. The whole world was invaded by the chaos of vision, colorful and dazzling.
But Albert shook his head.
"No matter what the outcome is, thank you for giving me a sweet dream." He said, gently drawing out the Luna Steel Scimitar in his hand.
Snap. Something was cut off by him. That seemingly ordinary blow split the scene in half like a dream, like a frenzy, and like a madness.