Is it really okay to travel to other worlds after defeating the Black Soul?

After going through fire once, return to the ordinary life in this world, fall in love like ordinary people, meet first love, experience unforgettable love, get married, and grow old forever.

He could feel that the other "he" had let go of the experience of passing fire and buried it in his heart, no longer recalling it, and tried to forget about this experience that was absolutely impossible to forget, and passed the life of ordinary people.

Just can he do it?

Although they are the same person, different experiences are enough to change their choices.

Even if he has such a chance after experiencing countless battles, can he let go as easily as another "him"?

And by all accounts, there was no place for him in a world where there was already another "him".

Compared with him who has transformed into a pure warrior, the other "he" who is a scholar and an ordinary person is more suitable to stay in this world.

That's it, this ending...

As long as he appears, their status quo will inevitably be destroyed...

As long as they can make them happy...

That's it... just fine...

extra people...

People who shouldn't exist can never appear...

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It's that dream again.

I am standing in a deserted building, obviously this is a battlefield, but the ground is covered with white flowers under the force of nature, in the garden among the deserted buildings, there are only me and that man in strange armor exist.

The armor that should have been silver-white seemed to be old or had been fought for many years. The armor had already been covered with a layer of ashes, and there were so many vertical and horizontal sword marks on it.

The style of the helmet is also different, with many outward needles forming a circle on the head and crowning the helmet.

This kind of decoration gives people the illusion of wearing a crown under close observation.

It seems to be like the crown of thorns that Jesus was put on before the needle on the cross in the Bible.

Both me and the unknown being in front of me have a little bit of sparks scattered on them, as if they were like incompletely burned coals.

Sparks fall, extinguish, with every breath.

Is it this dream again...

I rushed towards that person with my sword, and "he" also rushed towards him with a strangely shaped sword in his hand, which seemed to be like a spiral.

Swinging the sword, the two big swords slashed together vigorously───then there was a continuous sword strike, the sparks from the blade strikes sprayed everywhere, and through the shadow of the sword I could see the pair of hairs in the visor of "his" The pupils glowing with crimson fire────the emotion called "longing" in the eyes.

The edge of my sword pierced "his" armor, and the point of "his" sword knocked off my shoulder armor, and we both had scars that were given to each other.

"He" pulled his arm back, and then stabbed out the big sword in his hand like a spear──It was a stab without any change, and anyone with a discerning eye could dodge it at a glance.

Puff.

The big sword pierced through my waist and didn't stop until the hilt got stuck.

It's not that I can't flash it, but I don't want to flash it.Because I am confident——I can avoid replacing it with other parts before being hit, so I don't dodge "his" stabbing.

"Goo..." His mouth was full of blood, and "he" desperately wanted to pull out the big sword stuck in my chest, but he couldn't pull it out even with both hands.My vision began to blur, making it difficult for me to see "him", even so──

───I, take a step forward.

I stretched out my left arm holding that strange dagger towards "him".Not yet... just a little bit... just a little bit...

The strange dagger pierced through the gap in the visor and destroyed "his" brain, and soon "his" feet also slowly lost the strength to stand on the ground.

"His" body also gradually turned into ashes, blown by the breeze.

It's over, the last battle is over, and I sit down by the last campfire.

With the igniting of the "flame", the last trace of strength supporting the spirit disappeared.

I——— fell into darkness.

Then, the dream came again...

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"Doctor Konno." Under the woman's voice and shaking, the boy opened his eyes slightly.

The dream was interrupted.

But what he saw during this short break, seeing the deeds of another "him" in the world of fire transmission with his first body vision, this short dream was enough to annoy him.

The old wolf of Farland, the white spider woman, the salary kings of various generations, the incarnations of the salary kings, the gods who lived until the era when the "fire" was about to go out, the dark souls, and the most "evil" existence "the abyss".

Another "his" spiritual pillar, another "his" persistence.

Perhaps the other "he" is an extra existence in this world, but even he cannot deny the other "he".

It was an existence born of his choice.

Because of his choice, because of his selfishness, this being who has the same memory and the same existence as him has become a "monster" that keeps spreading fire.

"Doctor Konno."

"Hmm... um?... Is it time for my shift?..." The boy turned his head under the call again, and asked the question after confirming the face of the age nurse in front of him from his still blurred vision.

"The head nurse asked me to come to you."

"what…………?"

lb!

The door of the room opened in a way that was almost knocked open, and a middle-aged lady with short brown hair walked over from the door, and slapped Mo's head with the recording board in her hand.

"Boy, it's the first time I've just started an apprenticeship. You can't go on like this. Come out and work overtime for me!"

Chapter 117 "Reaper"

Japan.To the east of Baotu Valley District.Abandoned houses

08:10 in the evening

The bright moonlight shone into the hall from the night sky, and Mo, who woke up from that deep sleep, opened his eyes slightly.

The stone slab outside was covered with snow. Although it was impossible to see the situation outside from this position, at least Mo could hear no fighting sounds, not even human voices.

The moment he opened his eyes, if there were other people around, he would definitely be able to see the confusion in Mo's eyes. Under the calming effect of the curse-breaking stone, he had a long-lost dream.

It was a scene that he never dared to imagine, it was the experience of another "him".

Those sweet dreams are also sweet "poison" to him as a soldier.

In this world, his identity, his past friends, and his family are all inherited by another "he", or maybe he is a counterfeit, but no matter what, at this moment, at this moment He is just an extra person.

Those sweet dreams only added to his troubles.

Those sweet dreams will only dull him as a "sword".

Those sweet dreams will only lead him to the plight of death.

Those sweet dreams must make his heart die.

He doesn't need, he doesn't need those sweet dreams, they don't belong to him anymore.

He is no longer a person who is powerless to resist...

He no longer belongs to this world...

He is the sword of "Old Wolf of Farland"...

He is a member of the "Servants of Chaos"...

He is the inheritor of "Flame"...

He is the "Wolf Son" in "Ash"...

He is an existence from another world...

He...is a member of the "Loki Familia"...

Mo adjusted his posture and stood up.Although Yokohama is a tourist hotspot, under the two-day disaster and the barrier that cuts off all access, even if there are still living people nearby, they will not turn on any lights in the room. The armies of Lengliegu all have phototropism.

Looking at the red flames shining from the sky, even a fool would know that he should not go in that direction, but Mo was different.

Looking at the red fire, a flame ignited from his body. It turned out to be on Mo’s body, under the rags, it was already tattered. After coming to this world, he replaced it with a normal one in the wardrobe of "his" room. His clothes were changed, replaced by the "Wandering Soul Thief Suit", the ring on his hand, which was only used to strengthen "Miracle", "Magic" and "Spell", was removed, and replaced with "Sinking Thief Suit". Sleeping Dragon Emblem Ring", "Silver Cat Ring" and "Dense Fog Ring".

Six rings of different shapes shone under the moonlight, as if they had a different kind of magic power.

Before the flame disappeared, a silver scythe with finely carved patterns and a long handle of the scythe appeared in Mo's hand.

The moment the scythe appeared, the temperature in the entire hall of the abandoned residence also dropped by a few points.

Rescue the trapped people?

He doesn't have such great ideals...

Saving lives is just on the way...

He is the "wolf" who kills...

He is the nightmare of Cold Valley...

It's the same whether it's Cold Valley or the Black Church...

They are all his eternal enemies...

And in this city ravaged by the army of Cold Valley...

Isn't there only one left for him to do?

"Is there still one day before they arrive? Let's start, a night of hunting knights..." The confusion in the eyes has disappeared, and the corners of the mouth hidden under the mask are slightly raised, and the sickle in his hand is smoothly turning in Mo's hand with.

This night, "Wolf Son" joined the hunting night.

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That night, both Mo, who was hunting the Pope's knight in Lenglie Valley, and the hospitals in various districts of the city were in a busy state.

Not to mention the papal knights and the "Chimera" who are almost all over the area where Mo was resting just now, looking for Mo's "residual blood". Cursed Death" forces began their expansion of the occupied area.

Almost as long as they did not join any group, people who were alone, or even connected by friends, drove or walked to the hospitals in various districts of the city that night. The hospital became even more crowded.

Even in the Kohoku General Hospital in Yokohama, the other "Konno Mo" escaped after only spreading the fire once. Now, as a trainee doctor, he encountered such a situation for the first time.

No, it should be said that the same is true of the doctors and nurses in the entire hospital, even the head nurse and the team leaders of various medical departments.

This is a situation that has never happened in history. If there is experience, there may be hospitals in Tokyo that were busy due to the "Ginza Incident" some time ago.

In addition to facing the survivors who fled to seek asylum, they also have to face other possibilities, that is, the possibility of the army of Lengliegu being attacked because of the actions of those survivors.

It's just that when the police and firefighters guarding the hospitals in various districts of the city were on standby, ready to confront the attracted Lengliegu army head-on, an incredible message spread from the mouths of the survivors.

No matter which hospital those survivors went to, they gave consistent accounts.

According to survivors who fled to various district hospitals to seek shelter, it was a "strange" presence that saved them.

One was wearing ancient clothes and blood-stained rags, and no one could see the real face of that person.

The silvery white scythe easily beheaded one evil knight after another.

There is no sound when he walks...

The sound of clothes rubbing is also absent...

Even the sound of the wind breaking with a scythe being swung down does not exist...

His body was surrounded by unknown mist...

When the distance from him exceeds one meter, his figure will disappear from anyone's eyes...

He's like a ghost...

He seems like a "death"...

Harvesting lives that do not belong to this world...

Chapter 118 Chapter 17 Mutation