Roger felt like he had become a handful of dirt under the wheel, being crushed, deformed, recast, restored and crushed again, and so on.
However, on the wheel-carrying object that is crushing this handful of earth, there are countless crazy, weird, hysterical monsters that use unknown organs to make sounds, repeating those incomprehensible ravings over and over again, like the cries of a madman.
"Elkoya...Brag...Naland...Kale...Li...Si..."
When these two kinds of extreme physical pain and maddening whispers occur in one body at the same time, the fear of death becomes a luxury. Even suicide, even if it means falling into hell, will be worse than this kind of torture.
"Comfortable".
Once this thought of seeking relief arises, it can no longer be suppressed.
In the whirlpool of confusion, Roger tried his best to raise his hand and cut his neck with his nails.
You can feel the rustling sensation on your skin as your fingers move across it, which is a very strange feeling.
It was clear that he was in pain like his body was broken into pieces, and his consciousness was extremely confused, but he was strangely aware of the state his body was in now.
"It's just a little bit close, it's a little bit close, and we'll be able to... we'll be free..." Roger's thoughts were now in confusion. He didn't know what it was like to pierce the skin with nails and open the throat.
Difficulties.
"Ms. Flora, Liam is alive! He is still alive!"
"What? Is this possible?"
"Oh, thank you Goddess, thank you for sending dear Liam back, thank you for having mercy on the humble lamb, thank you for your mercy."
"My poor child, being able to wake up under the light of the goddess proves your devout faith. The despicable devil can no longer take you away."
Roger, who was dying, could hear the conversations around him clearly, and the crazy murmurs had disappeared, and the severe pain was slowly lessening.
Everything seems to be going in the right direction.
In the dark, a pair of dark eyes stared at him. He was high above, looking at the world, looking at this church, and looking at this ungrateful lamb.
With all his strength, he raised his heavy eyelids, and in his blurry vision was a book.
There are clear lines around it, and the cover is shrouded in thick black mist, as if covered with a layer of viscous liquid.
A withered hand appeared at the edge, the book was opened, the seal was lifted at this moment, and endless darkness surged out!
"Liam! Liam! Wake up! Liam!" The girl's rapid cries became farther and farther away.
"My dear child, he needs to rest. The devil did not take away his soul, but it consumed a lot of energy." The woman's weak voice sounded in his ears, followed by a long silence.
.....
The white moonlight shines on the bed from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The young man leans on the wooden bedside and reads the books in his hands through the moonlight.
Roger is very depressed now, and it has been a week since he woke up from the whirlpool of chaos.
In the past, every time the sun rose, a woman wearing a black and white nun's uniform would pray for herself in front of the bed, and every night, an old godfather would use holy water in a silver cup to exorcise herself from demons.
At that time, I could only watch all this silently like a piece of wood, and even needed the help of a girl to poop and pee.
Oh God, this feeling of being conscious but unable to wake up again is just like a dead dog.
Could it be that I traveled to this world just to experience the feeling of being in a vegetative state?
Faced with such a desperate predicament, Roger still did not give up hope. The word "give up" was never in his dictionary.
He is trying to master his body every moment, and even the smallest feeling can make him ecstatic.
The joy when I raised my finger for the first time, if I hadn't been unable to control my facial expression, I would have burst into tears at that time.
After a week of persistence, Roger was able to sit up and solve physical problems on his own without the help of the girl.
Having said this, even if Roger had a lifetime of experience, he couldn't help but blush.
And one week was enough for him to learn a lot of things.
First of all, the name of my body is Liam White, he is a 15-year-old young man, and this place is the Haowog Orphanage.
This is a world with extraordinary power. According to legend, the heaven and earth were in chaos. The omniscient and omnipotent Lord was born from the chaos. After it woke up, it sealed the filthy giants in the five realms of the World Tree, and selflessly dedicated its body and soul to become
The material world in which human beings and countless beings live today is also called the human world.
When he learned this, Luo Ge thought of Pangu, Christianity, and Nordic mythology.
"Sure enough, the world's religions are one family." Luo Ge couldn't help but sigh. Even across time and space, as long as intelligent life exists, there will be such a groundbreaking theory.
The material world is not peaceful. In order to carry out the Lord's will, four righteous gods were born from the Lord's soul.
In order to lead people out of suffering and expel dark creatures, devout believers consciously formed churches, and these three major churches and one university sect are: "Darkness and Hope-Silver Moon Church, Light and Justice-Yang Yan"
The Church, Thunder and Sea—The Church of Storms, Resurrection and Death—The School of Life Research.”
The continent is turbulent, the country is ups and downs, people are displaced, countless people have died, countless people have been born, but the three major churches have always stood firm, and research schools are endless. They are the largest organizations in the entire world, and they are also the messengers of all order.
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The orphanage where Roger is located was sponsored by the Silver Moon Church, a well-known wealthy businessman in the Southern Continent, "Haowog". The children here can learn some basic cultural knowledge and life skills. When they reach adulthood at the age of seventeen, they will
If you take the initiative to leave life, if you are lucky, you may be adopted before the age of 17.
Thinking of this, Roger rubbed his sore neck, put down the "General History of the Continent", and raised his eyes to look at the bright silver moon.
Looking back on your past life, have you ever thought about time travel? You were born in an ordinary way, went to school with the crowd, graduated in a hazy way, worked in a daze, didn't understand the world, didn't know how to flatter, and was still mediocre at the age of thirty. As my parents are getting older, they also
I don’t know how many years I still have to live, so I look forward to my son starting a family and adding children to the Luo family, so that even if I die, I will still be able to smile. However, fate twists people, love comes suddenly, and the wedding becomes an invitation to death.
Thinking of this, Roger closed his eyes tightly and felt mixed emotions in his heart. There was sadness for his short life, shame that he could not support his elderly parents, longing for his young wife, and confusion about the long and dangerous road ahead.
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The evening breeze blew, and the door creaked as someone slowly pushed it open.
The figure who was crouching and rubbing her hands and feet quietly came in. She gently closed the door and turned around slowly.
"Ms. Jiao Li, good evening." Liam chuckled softly.
Jiao Li was like a cat that was caught stealing something by its owner. She was so frightened that she almost screamed. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth with her hands in time.
"Liam, you're not asleep yet?"
"The moon is bright tonight, I don't want to fall asleep." He told half truth and half lie, with a smile on Liam's lips, "Fortunately you didn't shout out, otherwise Ms. Kelly would have come."
Kelly is a kind-hearted nun. In order to help Liam get better quickly, she moved to the next room to take care of him and often prayed until midnight at night.
Jiao Li patted her slightly peaked chest, walked to the bed, dragged the stool over and sat down, then put her hand under the quilt and skillfully massaged Liam's slightly conscious legs.
The silver moonlight shone on her short brown hair, which glowed silver, and Liam couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it.
The finger reached halfway, stopped again, and slowly lowered it.
"Ms. Kelly said that although the Morandi family has declined, it is still a baron. As long as the dignity of the nobility is maintained, it can easily be maintained for decades. And I also heard that there are still several people around the Morandi family's territory.
A brave knight, if anyone falls in love with our beautiful and kind-hearted Ms. Jiao Li..."
"I declined." Jiao Li replied without raising her head.
"Rejected?" Liam was shocked. Rejecting an adoptive family is extremely bad in an orphanage. Besides, Jiao Li is already quite old. If she can't find a suitable family in a few years, she may have to
Become a maid, or even find a farmer to marry casually in order to survive.
"You haven't recovered yet, so I can't leave."
"You...are not worth it..." Liam sighed heavily and looked up out of the window.
After an hour of massage, Jiao Li's hands were shaking when she left. She closed the door gently and sent Liam the most sincere "good night" before leaving, but Liam could only smile in return.
"Liam, you have a girl who loves you deeply. Unfortunately, I am not you. I cannot give her a future. I am just a passerby. I just want to go back. This place does not belong to Roger, and I will be Elijah."
I’m sorry about how to find Mu’s identity.”
The world does not need Roger, he is Liam, and he does not belong to this world. In that world, there are parents who love him, a wife who will never leave him, a bright future, and reasons to go back.
Unconsciously, dark clouds covered the bright moon, and midnight came.
Liam fell into a deep sleep, feeling that his body was getting colder, and a very strange sight wandered around his body.
In a daze, the dark tide drowned me.
"Kulage...come to this world with the supreme power of our lord...Kulage...the spokesman of our lord...you will live forever...immortal...the judge will
to..."
Liam sat up in shock, sweating profusely, and his face was like gold paper.
"Oh, thank the goddess, my poor little Liam, you finally woke up." The woman hugged Liam tightly, and Jiao Li next to her covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face.
Liam ignored the two women and stared out the window with a pair of frightened eyes. The sun was shining brightly and the spring was warm. It was a scene where everything was flourishing.
"Ms. Kelly, thank you." Liam reluctantly raised his hand to hug the other person, his voice trembling.
"No, thank the benevolent goddess, who saved you." Kelly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled.
"Thank you merciful goddess." Liam said.
On the window sill, a palm-sized little man wore a black robe. He took off his black silk top hat and held it on his chest to salute. The white jade-like skull with dark pupils stared at Liam, the successor of the God of Death.