Spearman’s Growth Story

Where will people go after they die?

For this question, different people will get different answers.

Some people will say “I don’t know”, some people will say “Heaven or hell”, and some people will say “Crematorium or grave”…

And Zhao Huang would say something like this:

“If I could ascend to the sky and become a constellation or be guided to the Hall of Valor, how good would it be?”

This is the myth The story reads too much repercussions.

The heroes in the mythology are either the chosen person like Demi-God or the fighter of bad luck. Which one is not a friend of justice?

Furthermore, how many of the heroes in the myth are completely just? How many people don’t have a scapegoat?

Not much.

It’s a pity that Zhao Huang only remembers the beautiful side, but failed to understand the dark side.

After all, he was still young.

So he didn’t know, he just became a little partner of justice, and definitely couldn’t become that kind of hero.

Feeling the cold touch, Zhao Huang opened his eyes.

“Here…what’s the place?”

He lifted his body, and he scanned all around blankly.

Across the endless wilderness, a large number of lifelike statues stand.

There are male and female portraits, and the costumes have nothing common with each other.

However, they are not “strangers” to Zhao Huang.

“I…recognize them!”

Unconsciously, Zhao Huang walked past these statues.

From the Celtic heroes to the Greek Demi-Gods, to the Nordic warriors…all the heroes that he has been familiar with in the past are now turned into statues, inserted in this endless On the wilderness.

Following the guidance of the soul, Zhao Huang walked forward step by step along the direction in which the statue was laid.

These heroes are the idols of Zhao Huang.

Once upon a time, he just wanted to be a guy who was sung and loved like them. Now, he just wants to be a partner of justice.

To protect the important people, it is enough to help the weak.

He can only fight for his life to protect his family, he can’t be a hero at all.

In every sense, he is too weak.

When Zhao Huang wanted to understand this, he came to the end.

Black vortex seems to be embedded in space.

Its size is just enough to pass one person.

“It is enough to remember the original intention at the end.”

Laughed with satisfaction, he turned his head, glanced at the statues, and then stepped into vortex.

“Da.”

A familiar creak sounded.

The scene is familiar.

He lived in this small room for fifteen years.

Looking at all around suspiciously, Zhao Huang discovered that this is not his home after all.

――There are no traces of life here, and there are no windows on the walls. It’s just like furnishings that’s all.

I don’t know where the light source is, illuminating this room.

Shook the head nostalgicly, he turned around.

The familiar dilapidated door appeared in front of him.

“Those memories are enough?”

Mumbling like this, he held the doorknob and opened the door.

No matter the room or the door, they all dissipated like a phantom under this action.

all around It was as pitch black as falling into the eternal night, making him unable to distinguish between up, down, left and right.