The countdown stopped at the last two seconds.

The next moment, the runes hidden in everyone's bodies resurfaced.

On Olive's arm, on Sasha's neck, on the back of the black-haired boy's left hand.

The runes left their bodies and floated into the back of Shiloh's right hand, and the runes were complete again.

It seemed like there was a heartbeat.

The colors of the world are changing, and countless colors are decomposing.

fade away the color, fade away the shape, fade away the lines.

Darkness drags consciousness into nothingness.

Real records of the false world are playing on the screen. Consciousness participates in the content and makes different choices. Different choices derive different stories, and different stories reveal different possibilities.

The knight fought against the dragon alone and finally died under the dragon's flames.

The knight and the prince faced each other with swords, and the prince died.

The prince rushed to the castle with the knight's sword to save the princess.

The prince and princess were in the castle and were besieged by the devil's servants.

The princess eats, drinks and has fun in the devil's castle and leads a depraved life.

The princess was taken away from the prison by the witch, but she failed to escape.

The witch waits quietly in the darkness.

The witch brought the princess to the prince, and then faced the devil alone.

The princess was corrupted by the devil's power, put on a black dress, and killed the knight and the prince.

The prince stood behind the princess in the black dress and used the golden holy sword to stab her in the back with justice.

The prince takes away the power of the devil, and the story begins again.

The knight was eroded by the power of the devil. In front of the throne in the audience hall, the contaminated holy sword and the golden holy sword intersected. The knight used his last consciousness to hit his chest against the blade.

The knight and his companions defeated the devil together. For the sake of the world, the hero smiled and chose to sacrifice.

And the story ends here.

Shiloh opened his eyes, as if he had had a long dream. The dream world is absurd and bizarre, but it leaves a trace of melancholy in the awake person. Soon after, the dream will disappear and sink in the river bed of consciousness, waiting for one day

Picked up.

He looked at his right hand. There was a faint warmth on the back of the hand. The purple runes seemed to be the natural texture of flesh and blood, blending together naturally. The exquisite patterns extended from the back of the hand to the wrist.

"It seems that you finally completed the containment. Congratulations, Shiloh." Olive sat on the ground aside.

Shiloh glanced around. Sasha looked around in a daze as if she had just woken up. The attacker's body was still on the ground. A little further away, a black-haired boy stood quietly and observed several people calmly.

, noticing Shiloh’s gaze, he smiled kindly.

"What happened?" Shiloh asked.

"How much do you remember?" Olive asked.

"At that time, you said that someone needs to put power in the body and then die."

"Yes, you made a sacrifice and then completed the containment of the ancient relics."

Shiloh was shocked: "Is death a condition of containment?"

"No, if I guess correctly, the real containment condition is probably 'becoming a hero'."

In the story repeated several times, Olive has been thinking: What are the storage conditions for the ancient relics this time?

Before hurriedly starting the containment, she said to pay attention to the sound at the beginning.

Silko's ancient relics materialize from a certain concept, so when the concept goes out of control and is contained, the core concept will be revealed by the rules themselves at the beginning, that is, the voice "How can the hero who sets off on the adventure take the

Life bag?"

This is often deeply related to the conditions of containment.

Despite this, the interpretation of a sentence can produce multiple answers in different contexts, or even with different emphasis in the same context.

So she wasn't sure and didn't dare to bet easily.

The death of the story character you play means that you have exited the story. Will the person who exits return safely? Will the cost be only losing access to ancient relics?

She couldn't tell.

In the records of the Explorers Association, there are both positive and negative examples. The death of some role-playing characters will not affect reality, and some will. The failure to contain some relics will have no negative effects, some will have short-term effects, and some will.

The impact will last for a long time and threaten life safety.

Besides, the devil is not that easy to defeat.

For the last time, she advanced the story to that point and avoided several bad endings. She thought that this was the best chance to give it a try.

Then, they came back.

"Through self-sacrifice and the comprehensive results of all previous actions and choices, the rules of ancient relics determine that you are a 'hero', so now the ancient relics recognize you, that's it."

Shiloh's eyes widened, "I never thought about what kind of hero I would be."

"You have qualities that others don't have. These qualities bring you this label. You have such potential, but that's just it. Just as others also have things that you lack, and these define you and others."

Liv chuckled lightly, "Anyway, hold your chest high, congratulations on being recognized as an ancient relic."

Hilo didn't quite understand what Olive was saying, but it was easy to feel the encouragement, so he smiled gratefully.

"So is the ancient relic on my body now?" Shiloh asked Olive.

"You can feel connected to it, right? You should also understand its purpose."

Shiloh scratched his head and stared at the back of his right hand for a while, then took off a buckle on his clothes and threw it out. The buckle fell on the floor with a crisp sound. The next moment, the runes on the back of his right hand lit up,

The buckle reappeared on Hilo's hand.

"I can use it to leave a mark on the things that belong to me that I come into contact with. The marked object can appear around me across spatial distances, or it can be teleported back to its original place. Each use will cost a certain amount of time.

Someone’s valuable metal object... ah."

Shiloh rummaged through the coin purse he carried with him.

"One taco is missing."

"It belongs to you. Some ancient relics will be bound to the recipient and cannot be used by others. According to the regulations of the Explorer Association, we recognize that the recipient has ownership. After we leave here, I will make a simple registration for you.

, if you are willing, you can also ask the association to help you do its detailed testing." Olive nodded and said.

"Details test?"

"For example, how many things can be transferred at one time? Are there limits to the quality and volume of things? What is the category of 'belonging to you'? And are there rules for the coins consumed each time? Wait, these details will not be written in the instructions.

Come on, every ancient relic is precious. Now that you have it, I think you should try your best to understand it."

"I understand."

"Does it have a name?"

"Name?" Shiloh scratched his head, "I don't know..."

"Then you take one."

"It's nerve-wracking, I'm not very good at naming."

"Well, how about calling it 'Domignon's Bag'? Dominion, the god of the world and travel believed in by the Thirteen Federations."

"God of travel, I think it's very good, thank you."

"Okay, let's bring this matter to an end. The next question is." Olive looked at the black-haired boy who was a little far away from everyone, and her eyes began to glow with a blue-white light.

Shiloh also followed her gaze and looked at the young man. Sasha followed her companion's actions belatedly. The eyes of the three of them fell on the black-haired young man. He seemed to feel the gaze and stopped looking at the man lying on the ground.

Corpse groping.

"Hey, are you done chatting? It would be impolite for me to interrupt casually. I'm just going to find something to do by myself. I have a lot of questions. First of all, what do you call me?" The young man smiled and swept over the three of them, finally landing on Shiloh.

He nodded to him, "Friend."

"My name is Hilo, Hilo Valleolo, an adventurer from the Edge Guild." Hilo replied subconsciously.

"Hello, Shiloh." He greeted, then looked at Sasha, "What about you? Princess."

Sasha's face turned slightly red and she shook her hand: "Don't call her princess. The containment is over. It sounds embarrassing. My name is Sasha, and I am also a member of the Fringe Guild."

Seeing him moving towards Olive and then looking at her questioningly, Sasha continued to introduce: "Her name is Olive, and she is a member of the Explorers Association."

"Miss Sasha, I originally wanted to introduce myself." Olive looked at the black-haired boy and said, "I am Olive Trist. You seem to be very good at chatting, Mr. Hamlet."

Where does Oliver Twist come from? Someone muttered in a low voice.

"No, I'm quite a homebody... I mean I don't usually go out much." He waved his hand with a smile, "Also, my real name is actually not Hamlet. Oops, I panicked and reported it.

Friend's name."

After a pause, the boy continued.
To be continued...