I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

Black Rabbit is now in a state where the information cannot be processed.

"Why, has Black Rabbit fallen there completely stupidly?" Cheng Rang looked at Black Rabbit whose eyes had started to circle in amusement, and held it in his arms for a long time.

"Hey...I remembered to put it here...I found it!"

He took out a parchment document from his arms.

Cheng Rang raised the parchment in front of Black Rabbit and cleared his throat: "Ahem, follow the command rights of the contract, Black Rabbit, I order you to take off this rabbit girl immediately -"

With a puff, Gracefield couldn't stand it any longer. He immediately jumped up and stabbed Cheng Rang, interrupting his spell casting.

"Don't use such an important thing for such a boring thing!"

That is Cheng Rang's absolute command over Black Rabbit, which he obtained at the beginning of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival.

Of course, he also kept his share of Izayoi.

After being beaten mercilessly by Phil, Cheng Rang covered his bulging cheeks with a bruised face and vaguely used the command file to make Black Rabbit accept his memory.

Black Rabbit was undoubtedly even more shocked when he learned the whole story.

Cheng Rang, a member of the guild who joined NoName when it was at its lowest, mysteriously disappeared after making great contributions to the guild, and everyone lost their memory of him, and then returned again.

No wonder when I was sorting through the historical events before NoName, I always felt something strange. There are obviously a lot of doubtful points and loopholes in some places, but I have always ignored them as a matter of course.

It turns out that there has been an extremely powerful partner in NoName from beginning to end!

Under the explanation of Black Rabbit who regained his memory, Yao also learned the whole story and solved the reason why he would cry inexplicably.

"As expected, the sensitive Yao was the last person to stay in NoName, and even became the leader."

"No...it was just Black Rabbit who instigated him after Ren disappeared." After understanding the reason for the unreasonable feeling of familiarity when facing Cheng Rang, Yao obviously became more relaxed.

With her explanation, Cheng Rang learned the reasons why the other NoName people were running away. All in all, they were all complicated in their own way. Some of them were no longer in the small garden, but had gone to

outside world.

NoName has also experienced many battles, but fortunately, Gracefield always comes to help at critical moments.

She seems to be fearless from the beginning, and dares to come and get involved in anyone's game. Anyway, she has the same attitude: I will protect NoName. Even if the guy breaks away from NoName, I will protect him. If you don't accept it, come here. Fuck me!

"Hey, it smells like me." Cheng Rang laughed at this.

"That's a must." Gracefield crossed his arms proudly, his head almost raised to the sky, and the stupid hair on his head was spinning like a propeller.

"Although she is only the leader of a five-digit guild, there is no doubt that the [Blade of Dedicated Hope] held by Miss Phil is an extremely powerful gift, and can even face enemies who destroy gods... When we first used it, everyone was I was shocked!”

Black Rabbit danced and explained, obviously already a die-hard fan of Miss Phil.

A few people were drinking tea while chatting about the past events, whether they were happy or sad. They talked about everything.

However, time is short after all, and it is time to say goodbye.

"Phil needs to go and do me a favor. He may not be here often in Hakoba from now on."

"Of course, we will not always rely solely on Miss Phil's strength." Kasukabe Yoshi seemed to be full of fighting spirit again after seeing Cheng Rang.

"I will try my best to regain what I have lost by relying on myself...and everyone's strength. Please don't worry!"

Cheng Rang smiled sarcastically and patted Yao's shoulder hard, "Okay, then I believe you! Come on."

Yaoyan nodded firmly.

"I will."

Chapter 52 The Prison of the Soul

Cheng Rang calculated over and over again that whether he was here or back to HL, he would not have much time to stay.

He is about to embark on a journey to the next world.

Everything on the road is scenery. While tying up the past, we must also welcome what is coming...

He is ready and always ready.

Saying goodbye to Yao and others, the two of them hurried on as quickly as possible, from the lower level of the East District to the West District again**

**Outer Gate, taking Gracefield through the established [Gate], came to the singular point of intersection of the multiverse - Flis.

Faced with various cultures and races, as well as novel objects that may be even more numerous than those in the small garden, Gracefield showed full curiosity and expectation.

"I will be the leader here from now on?!"

"Of course... no, I am the leader, you are just in charge of things for me."

Phil immediately showed a look of disdain: "Bah, we still know what we do so clearly. Who works for whom is different?"

"That's definitely different. I'm the boss and you're the boss's wife." Cheng Rang shook his head.

"Stop farting!"

Cheng Rang then asked: "By the way, how do you feel here?"

"Excellent, even better than in the Little Garden."

Cheng Rang nodded clearly, "Well, maybe it's because there is a direct passage to Hershalemz Lot. The closer you are to the birthplace of the legend, or the closer the connection, the stronger your power."

"Then if I return to HL, won't I become a god in one step?"

"Well, maybe you can think of it that way... After all, your spirit is equivalent to the patron saint of HL. Without you, there would be no Hershalemz Lott now."

"Okay~"

"It's forbidden!"

A knife hit Phil on the forehead. Ignoring her screams and curses, Cheng Rang took her to the previous high-rise hall.

Within the next thirty minutes, Flis Flea Market set a historical record for the most consecutive transfers of top command in the shortest period of time.

Gracefield, who was running around in the splendid high-tech hall, seemed very excited and was very interested in his "manager" who was completely taking orders from him.

"Come on, let me watch you do a pole dance?"

Should we say they are the same person (in a broad sense)?

...

But the next second, as Cheng Rang's gloating laughter walked away, Gracefield, who was stunned by the mountain of application documents piled on the table, made a sound of regret.

"Cheng Rang, I am #￥% @! @￥?! (silence) you (silence) - a egg%#￥\u0026!"

"So you won't be so bored that you hang yourself on the chair and dangle, right? I have a lot of things to do for you now ~ Bye!"

"Bye bye? It's all for nothing, come back! See if I can chop you in half! Cheng Rang, don't leave if you dare!"

The girl bared her teeth and made an angry sound, but she was unable to stop the carefree Cheng Rang from leaving.

————————————

Ah Ling wandered aimlessly in the crowded streets. Now she finally got the "freedom" she dreamed of.

The collar around her neck was gone, the handcuffs and shackles were shattered, and the positioning chip in her brain was completely missing. As long as she thought about it, a thought could completely disappear from the world and no one could find it.

But what's the point of doing that again?

In this huge world, she has no friends, and even her enemies have been eliminated. Now she can't even find a goal to support herself in continuing to live.

At least when used as a murder weapon

During training, she still had a "goal". Although it was imposed on her by others, it seemed that she had value in this world.

She had been imprisoned for too long and had been trapped for too long.

Although the body has been completely free, the soul and consciousness are still locked in the mechanized cage, and there is no way to get out.

Arriving at the weapons store, Aling dangled the money bag Cheng Rang gave him before leaving and walked up.

"How much is it?"

"One dollar a box, everything here, there, including the ones on the side, are all one dollar!"

A shiny flea coin swirled out of Aling's hand and landed in the stall owner's hand.

The stall owner immediately beamed, stretched out his hand and nodded to Aling: "You can choose whatever you want! We also support door-to-door delivery, just leave your home address."

"Home...?" Aling was stunned, and then said calmly: "I don't have that kind of thing anymore."

The other party seemed to be embarrassed by these words. The man scratched the stubble on his cheek and made a sizzling sound, "Well, it's okay to deliver it to the place where you are staying. After all, you see, such a big box The weapon plus ammunition...must weigh two tons anyway."

Ah Ling came to the container full of weapons, picked up a weapon at random, and loaded it with a click.

.....

If I had really died at the gunpoint of an armed group before, it would have been a clean slate...

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin, and he could feel the sharpness of a murder weapon penetrating his skin and stabbing his back.

"Hey, this guest! Don't worry about it. If you want to commit suicide, why don't you find another place?!"

As if he didn't want to affect the business, or he felt a little sorry for Aling, the generous financial backer, the stall owner quickly ran out and pressed the gun she aimed at him.

The moment the muzzle of the gun was pressed, there was a loud bang and fire, and the fatal bullet grazed the tip of Aling's nose and shot towards the dome.

The surrounding guests were just startled, looked back, and then continued shopping.

After all, testing the performance of weapons in front of an arms dealer's booth is just a normal transaction. As long as you don't kill someone, no one cares how you want to shoot.

The muzzle of the gun in Aling's hand was pointed toward the sky, and which of the guests wandering around the weapons area was not walking on the line between life and death? They had long been numb to the concept of gunfire.

"Hey, guest, why can't you think about it? Don't commit suicide in front of my stall with a gun..."

At this time, another hand came over and pulled the gun out of Aling's hand effortlessly.

Cheng Rang looked at Aling, whose eyes were full of confusion, and sighed softly: "If you can't think of where else to go, why not at least go to Hershalemz Lot?"

"Where is that?"

"My home is also Xiao Mo's current home. The intersection between the other world and the present world. There are heterosexuals that tolerate all races. How about trying to make a home there?"

A black and gold business card was handed over by Cheng Rang.

[Scranton Foundation, Chairman]

"If you are really tired of living, go here and contact a lunatic named Elaine. At least she can give you more value. Think about it?"

After holding the business card with only a few words and a phone number and looking at it for a long time, Aling finally nodded slowly.

"Then give it a try. Anyway, I don't have anywhere to go now..."

After a while, the Forlis Flea Market will also be closed, waiting to be reopened in the next fifty years. It won't be long here, but once you leave Forlis, there will always be slave traders wandering around in other galaxies. What's the difference between living in hiding and dying like that?

"Don't be downcast. Maybe you can find many friends in HL. As long as you don't die in those 'peaceful daily lives', you will definitely like it there more and more."

"By the way, human trafficking is prohibited in HL, although it is only prohibited by law... Haha~"

"What's the meaning?"

Following Cheng Rang, watching him put in coins, [Gate] opened a space-time rift in the vortex.

The man smiled mysteriously, turned around and said:

"You'll know as soon as you go."

Chapter 53 Don’t be surprised

As if walking through a sticky water film, the slight dizziness and suffocation in my head awakened the moment it came into contact with the air. The occasional honking and honking of vehicles squeezed into the alley in front of me and echoed in it.

On the rusty air-conditioning rack inlaid on the red brick wall, several small things with big eyes and wings cast curious glances at Aling, but the moment she looked over, they flew up in fright.

"Welcome to - Helsalemz Lot."

Cheng Rang, who was leading him through the Gate in front of him, stretched out his arms. Behind him, a strange city shrouded in fog lay outside the narrow alley, as if waiting for him to explore.

Cheng Rang walked easily because he had returned to the place he was most familiar with, while Aling followed him, hunching his shoulders slightly.

Gradually walking out from the dim alley, when the gaps between the buildings gradually cannot cover up the whole city, taking that last step - the whole world seems to suddenly open up.

Humans, aliens, high-tech vehicles, biological vehicles, and even ancient classic cars all appeared on the same street at the same time.

A complex of American-style buildings that can be seen everywhere on the walls

colorful doodles. With just one glance, Ah Ling could spot neon signs in at least three different languages.