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The night wind in Rogge Grassland is equally gentle, with a bit more coolness. The faint singing comes from the wind and dissipates in the wind, like the seeds of dandelions, far, far away, spread to the world.

Every corner.

With my eyes closed, I don't know where I am lying, and I don't want to explore where I am. I just want to listen carefully, catch every trace of the melodious and quiet singing in the wind, and imprint them firmly in my mind as the next ten years.

years of nourishment.

It wasn't until the wind disappeared and the sun rose that I slowly opened my eyes.

"You wasted ten years." A hard and cold voice immediately sounded in his ears the moment he woke up.

"Shh." I was still reminiscing about the song, trying to leave a deeper imprint in my mind, and made a shushing gesture, quietly, quietly, watching the sun rise and then rise high into the sky.

Finally, he reluctantly came back to his senses.

"Sure enough, it's ten years. Ten years in one night. It seems that my calculation was not wrong."

"There's an error of five months but you still have the nerve to say it's correct!" This Salted Fish Sword probably saw that I had just returned to the test and had not yet been swallowed up by loneliness again, so he didn't hesitate to complain a few words.

"You actually know this kind of thing. You guys have been following me and spying on me, right? It's so disgusting. You are definitely the number one stalker in the Dark Continent!"

"Who is following you, you bastard? This is the world I created. You are not civilized and write words everywhere. You have the nerve to tell others. Who else do you think you can hide it from?!"

"In other words, if I carve words here, it is equivalent to carving words on your body?" My eyes lit up and I felt like I had to go to the toilet more times.

"You're overthinking it. It's just that the world I created has changed, and I can naturally feel it."

"That's it." I put away the urge to go to the toilet immediately, but I was extremely disappointed.

"That is to say, no matter how many monsters I have killed in the past ten years, you know everything about it?" I was shocked again.

"That's more or less it. As long as I want to know, of course, I'm too lazy to count."

"She is indeed a perverted voyeur."

"I think you want to stay here for twenty years this time, right?"

"I'm sorry I was wrong."

After a pause, I felt a little entangled in my heart. Thinking about those crazy lonely days, should I thank Evelina or should I hate it? As it said at the beginning, don’t hate it then. I

Now I can really appreciate the true weight of this sentence.

"No matter what." Taking a deep breath, no matter what, I can't hate Evelina. She has been helping me and tolerating all my willfulness.

"Anyway, thank you, Evelina, for letting me go back once in ten years."

"Haha, do you really think so?" For some reason, Evelina's laughter was suddenly full of conspiracy, disdain, coldness, and ridicule, as if she had instantly transformed into a villain.

"Do you think waking up every ten years is a gift to you?"

"You're wrong. I'm just worried that you'll be so lonely and so desperate that you'll lose the meaning of the test."

"Think about it, when a person is so hungry that he wants to take a bite of his own meat, give him a small bite of dried meat and then continue to starve him."

When a person is in deep darkness and has reached the limit of loneliness and helplessness, open the door, give him a glimmer of light, and then close the door firmly."

"When a person is filled with despair and has given up, let him see a glimmer of hope and then crush all hope."

"For this reason, do you still think it's a gift, or do you want to thank me?"

"It sounds really cruel to the extreme."

I shook my head and smiled bitterly. What Evelina said seemed to make sense. She was clearly trying to hang me up, prevent me from being completely numb, and let me repeatedly experience loneliness and despair from shallow to deep, just like being executed in Lingchi.

However, something seems wrong.

Perhaps it was because the door Evelina opened and the mouthful of dried meat she gave me was too large, which gave me a glimmer of hope that I could survive until I woke up next time.

If I am not given a chance to wake up, maybe I will start to become numb, numb to loneliness, numb to despair, numb to the whole world, and continue to be numb until I become a walking zombie. But what happens when the numbness reaches its limit?

?

Apart from complete physical and mental collapse, I can't think of any other outcome.

Evelina, you guy... you are still... a big fool after all, and you are so soft on people like me again.

"Tsk, it seems that there is still no way to make you feel the repeated loneliness and despair, the continuous physical and mental torture, how terrifying it is, anyway, in the next time, you can feel it.

"

Seeing that the words he pretended to be a villainous boss did not have the expected effect, Avlia made a sharp cut and prepared to hide, and her voice gradually faded away.

"Feel it carefully, understand it with your heart, the loneliness and despair of infinite reincarnation, the pain caused by eternity, I still say the same thing, when the time comes, really don't hate me."

"Oh." I responded in a low voice. It was not impossible to imagine how terrifying and torturous the endless reincarnation of despair and loneliness that Evelina mentioned was, because I had experienced it personally for the first time.

It's just that I can't imagine myself hating it.

Then, I suddenly remembered an important thing that had been forgotten for a long time and seemed very important but not very important.

"By the way, didn't I throw you into the pigsty? Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to take it back. How did you come to the third world?"

Avlia: "..."

"Don't be silent, you're making me a little scared!"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not doing anything, I'm just cursing your explosion rate in one year."

"For you, the creator of the test world, to say this is particularly convincing. It feels like it will become a reality immediately. Don't be like this, Evelina, I was wrong. Let me go back to the first world. I

Can’t we just pick you up right away?!”

However, no reply was received, and there was only the last echo of Evelina's words in the air.

Have you been seen through? I just... just want to find someone to say one more word to prepare for the next challenge of loneliness.

I scratched my head and was shocked, wait a minute, that Evelina guy, could it be that he didn't understand my little desire and really cursed my explosion rate?

However, I also thought that, in other words, if I could have fun while suffering, I could look at this problem from another angle. In other words, if my explosion rate is extremely low in the next year, it would be all Evelina's fault.

Isn’t it because I’m a non-Emirate?

Well, that's some comfort.

Next…

He straightened his equipment, turned around, stood on the teleportation platform, and greeted the empty Rogge camp.

I'm back, lonely and hopeless.

Uh... Well, in fact, the test, in a sense, really starts from now on. The first and second worlds are not too difficult. The last stage of the second world gave me a little pressure. For the sake of the dog

For the sake of his own life, and just to be on the safe side, he specifically improved his strength before challenging the Barr clone.

Once you reach the third world, the style of painting changes.

Yes, this is a relatively profound experience for me as someone who has been there. Why do I say it is more profound rather than very profound? Because when I first arrived in the third world, I was already very strong and much better than the average person who just came to the third world.

, only adventurers in the pseudo-realm realm are much stronger, so their experience may not be that profound.

Later, from the mouths of Sa Qili, Tulakov, and Shashik, while chatting, I learned what kind of sudden change in style faced the adventurers who had just arrived in the third world.

Not only is the monster's combat power suddenly improved a lot, but more importantly, what we face in the third world is the monster's body, which is fully equipped with wisdom and thinking ability. Those who used to regard monsters as idiots and wooden fools

Most of the tactics have to be overturned and restarted. This is the most troublesome thing for an adventure team.

How can the tactical style that has been formed for decades change? At this time, the benefits of the Lone Ranger are finally a little more prominent. Because there is only one person and no teamwork is required, so you only need to change your own tactics and change.

Just have a correct mindset and a correct attitude.

The same is true for me now, but the challenges I face are more difficult.

From a cheating savior with the halo of the protagonist, to an ordinary adventurer who is extremely ordinary, without any special treatment or ability, and even has a dark face. Under such circumstances, he has to survive in a third party full of crises.

It’s really a headache to live alone in the world.

Yes, to describe it in more realistic terms, the main contradiction in today's society has changed from the contradiction between the savior and the devil to the contradiction between ordinary adventurers and the fallen demon.

At this time, if you still have a big heart and think that the experience and skills of the former savior are so powerful that you can travel unimpeded in the third world and do whatever you want, then you will be in trouble with your own life. If a domain-level lord comes to you,

Weird, you can beat me until I can't find my way.

Such monsters exist in the Blood Wasteland. In other words, I may rush to the streets at my doorstep at any time, which is in sharp contrast to the first and second worlds where I play speed-running strategies.

Fortunately, the Blood Wasteland is the place where Rogge’s camp is rooted. The door of his house is relatively clean, so it is not easy to encounter domain-level lord monsters. Remember the monster leader who rules the Blood Wasteland, and the corpse who lives in the evil cave.

Brother Fahuo, when I visited it back then, it was only at the domain level. It was probably the only one among the named mini-bosses that had not broken through to the Demon King Lord level. It was the weakest and the most miserable mini-boss.

If I encounter a domain-level monster, I still have a chance to run away without losing control, but if I encounter the Demon Lord, a powerful monster at the World Power level, I will definitely be killed instantly.

There is a huge gap between the power of the world and the pseudo-realm. Even a young King Arthur wouldn't be able to make up for it, right?

Unfortunately, there is such a demon lord in the Cold Plains, Bisu Hoshiro, the Lord of the Sinking Demon, the commander of the Cold Plains, who is enough to kill me in an instant.

What if this guy doesn't act according to common sense and doesn't stay in the depths of the cold field, but runs to the entrance and waits to intercept me like a gangster blocking the door at the school gate?

If Bi Xubosu knew what I had done to its projection and clone, I am afraid he would yell "mmp". Feng Shui has changed. Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty to the west of the river, we have waited for this day.

No, no, no, Evelina shouldn't be that mean. Sure enough, she still has to follow the settings and the rules of the real world. Otherwise, it will let Sister An launch a wave of monsters to attack the city, and I, a weak chicken, will take risks in the pseudo-realm.
To be continued...