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Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

The subtle, rhythmic sound reached my ears, causing my consciousness to gradually wake up.

This...is this?

Slowly opening his [eyes], he saw a piece of pure white light that, although not bright, was too dazzling for him who had [closed his eyes] for a long time.

Where am I?

He couldn't move his body, and he couldn't even move his eyes. However, his sight strangely captured the surrounding scenery in his mind.

It is an endless, luminous ocean, itself floating on it, and nothing else.

Ahhhh...that's it.

I gradually became enlightened.

Probably like this, the so-called deep part of the mind, and the body floating above it, is your own consciousness.

In other words, has it become its own consciousness?

It's a little difficult to understand logically, but you don't have to pay too much attention to the details. Anyway, with your own IQ, you will definitely understand something too profound. If you live with this kind of self-knowledge, you will be happy every day and smile constantly.

That's right, uh huh.

All in all, after becoming like this and becoming my own consciousness, I think...probably...maybe...I'm not dead yet? Or should I say...at least not completely dead yet. This is really lucky.

Mingming... Mingming suffered such a blow, and originally thought that he could not survive no matter what. The last scene he saw before falling down was that his body was gradually disappearing. It should be that the cosplay bear was beaten back to its original shape.

Effect?

In any case, the dragon clan really still cares about sex... Ah no, it's about credibility. They said that the test is only limited to not killing me, but in the end it was really close to not killing me. I should be able to save it. Now I

Hey, hey, I think I can still save him!

This is really embarrassing. The injury was knocked back to its original shape. Even if it can be rescued, it will have to lie down for a long time. However, it seems that there is not much mental trauma, just physical. After a while of recovery, I can

I've transformed, so I should be able to heal quickly. What, don't underestimate me, I'm a veteran, and I have much more experience than those Western dragons.

After the body recovers, I must ask for a good sum of money from the evil dragon Lena... ah, no, it is the physical damage fee, but this is not a good way of saying it, making it seem as if I have been prostituted by her. Looking back on the original

, I really should slap myself in the mouth, what a crow’s mouth, using it as a shield really works, but it’s just the other way around, in the end it’s myself, the quasi-tragic emperor, who suffers.

The director and screenwriter are also true. I also have to complain about them. Is this the version of the protagonist where the villain dies because he talks too much? I was just about to explode and you gave me such a blow. How can I let others show off their power? These days,

Is the protagonist already in such a difficult and dangerous profession? I haven’t caught up with Long Aotian’s era?

As always, after muttering and complaining to myself, I suddenly realized that if my body hadn't been floating in the glowing mind and couldn't move, I would have had to turn over like a salted fish, roll around like a lazy donkey, or fight with a monkey.

By the way, Dragon Lena! What happened to her? How was she after I fell?

According to the normal script, without me as the main force, she, a little weakling, would immediately raise her hands and surrender when she sees that the situation is not good. However, this normal script is completely inconsistent with the style of the evil dragon Lena, especially

After I fall, as proud as she is, she should... ahem, I mean probably, there will be no so-called "worries". Don't underestimate this guy, I already knew her the first time I saw her.

Having seen through her urinary nature, this stupid little female dragon’s drive to die is definitely no worse than mine. Without me as a wounded person to drag her down, she will most likely fall into the state of an old driver riding a boat without rowing and relying on the waves.

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This really... didn't it make my efforts in vain? Why on earth did I block in front of this guy? Even if I didn't block, I couldn't seem to avoid the blow, so it wasn't much better.

I was feeling anxious. Only then did I realize that I... no, to be precise, it was the thing that awakened my consciousness, the strange sound of ticking.

Where does that sound come from? Is your brain leaking? No, no, no, no matter how much you complain about yourself, there should be a limit. Stop it! Listen carefully.

Following the ticking sound that came from nowhere and echoed in the depths of my mind, I gradually seemed to vaguely hear a faint cry, which made me feel a sense of warmth inexplicably.

Something that makes a noise echoes in the mind.

Why……

why why……

The cry was such a weak confession, and it reached my mind intermittently and vaguely.

This is... the voice of the evil dragon Lena? It's unmistakable, but... it's just so weak, but it doesn't look like her at all. She seems to be crying. It should be... the evil dragon Lena I know, should be forever.

They all have a fierce and arrogant look and tone.

Why...are you crying? Could it be...because of me? This is really frightening, but I just can't feel happy. Isn't it just to prevent the tears she was desperately holding back from falling that she decided to fight?

A handful? Really, the final result is still like this. As expected, I, the savior, still accomplished nothing.

Lying quietly on my back in the luminous ocean, I was speechless. I can't do anything now. You see, it's so difficult to even move my consciousness, let alone my body. This is no longer forced.

It's a question of reluctance.

Moreover, I just discovered that the light around me is weakening. The light of this luminous ocean is weakening. When the light disappears, it will be when my consciousness is completely swallowed by darkness. How can I be like that?

What is the response to the poor helpless cries?

There is really...no choice. There is really nothing we can do this time, and we can't even discuss it with Linya and Lena.

I closed my eyes weakly, and the intermittent and fuzzy crying sound became clearer.

Why...why don't you accept my power?

The power of the Dragon Knight?

Ahhh...

The closed eyes opened again.

Is this idiot complaining about this kind of thing? It's obviously this time, it's obviously her...

No, that's not right.

Perhaps his consciousness was stuck in the depths of his mind, and the thoughts that were buried deep in his mind and that he was usually unaware of became particularly clear at this time.

That's not the case. It's not the problem of the evil dragon Lena. Deep in my mind, I realized this inexplicably.

She was right to complain, it was me, the problem was with me, but why...why me? I don't understand.

My eyes gradually closed, and ripples suddenly appeared in the calm ocean of light, hitting my consciousness and telling me the answer with that soft rustling sound.

Ah, so that's it.

I understand, I understand, is this what I think deep down?

Rejection... No, perhaps fear is more appropriate. Deep in my heart, I have always been afraid of fighting with anyone.

Is it because...because I always encounter tragedies of one kind or another and have to fight against enemies that are difficult to match, so I am afraid of this kind of thing? I am afraid that they will be involved.

No, it should be more childish and ridiculously arrogant.

I have been fighting on the front line, but I don’t know when I came up with such an idea.

This battle... no, it is this war, it is my own battle, and other people should not be involved.

How arrogant and complacent is this? It’s obvious that the entire Dark Continent has been involved, right? It’s like a dance drama that has been staged for a long time. As a passerby, you have to play the role of yourself in a big tree on the roadside in the drama.

I welcomed the opportunity to appear on stage at the end of the play, but I felt so good about myself that I actually had the major illusion that I was the protagonist in the play and that I was the only one performing on the stage.

Therefore, I subconsciously rejected the power of the dragon knight, thinking that as long as I accepted it, I would have to face the situation of fighting with the evil dragon Lena, involving her, and encountering terrifying and powerful enemies, just like this test.

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After all...even the evil dragon Lena, even this kind of guy, this stupid dragon and stupid dog who doesn't get along with her and is always against her, is...it's been a bad fate for more than ten years.

So, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I know I was wrong, I was terribly wrong, but I won't change it, so just let me continue to be arrogant and feel good about myself.

I just... just don't want to see you... get hurt in front of me, fall down in front of me... just such a selfish fool.

Are these...tears? Does consciousness also shed tears? I noticed the warmth overflowing from the corners of my eyes, and I slowly opened my eyes.

What's the use of saying this now, crying now? It's already too late, there is nothing I can do anymore, nothing can be done... No, at least...

At least let me hold that guy's hand tightly to prevent her from doing stupid things. I don't know why, I can feel that although the guy was crying and weak, she did not give up and

There is no such thing as giving up the fight!

Don't go and die, you idiot. Who will rescue me if you fall too? It's more important to rescue me quickly, isn't it?!

If...if it's something I can still do...

I don't know where the strength came from. Lying on his back and floating on the ocean of light, the conscious body that could not even move his eyes slowly and tremblingly raised his arms upwards...

The light emitted by the ocean becomes dimmer, and it is not far away from the consciousness being completely swallowed up by the darkness. Moreover, what is the point of just letting the consciousness raise its arms?

But it doesn't make sense, I have to do it because it's the only way I can do it.

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Leona, who was lying on her blood-stained chest, stopped crying at some point, quietly, quietly, motionless, as if she was listening carefully to the weak and almost imperceptible voice that came from deep in her chest.

heartbeat.

After a while, she gently, almost coquettishly, cursed "Idiot" into her chest.

Leona sat up straight with a calm expression. Just as someone had guessed, although she had cried and been weak, she had no intention of giving up. From the moment he fell, this had never occurred to her mind again.
To be continued...