A foreigner's journey

The brown-skinned girl’s name is Bastet, yes, she is the cat goddess in Egyptian mythology.

It's a pity that even though she has the name of a god, her extremely tyrannical strength, and her pretty and ageless face, none of this can hide her funny nature.

"Goose goose goose goose goose!! In other words, you were released directly by the organizer? How stupid goose goose goose goose!"

The girl Bastet couldn't suppress her barbell-like upright laughter, pointing at Heather and laughing, but the latter could only spread her hands with nothing to say.

The border area of ​​the United States of Sahelta, which had been razed to the ground, was now bathing in the sunshine after the rain, and the air after the heavy rain was filled with an earthy smell. Heather and Bast stood on the soft ground soaked by the rain, and no one around them dared to get close.

Facing Buster's ridicule, Heather was speechless. Through the chat just now, Heather realized that many foreigners actually have good relations with the organizers, and sometimes they can even communicate briefly.

For example, as soon as Bast entered the full-time hunter world this time, the organizer released a series of tasks by leaving messages on the glass window, one of which was related to Heather.

['Compatriots in a foreign land' - Save compatriots who have lost their minds due to power. Difficulty evaluation——B]

"Difficulty level B? If I activate the 'Ferocious Sword·Flower Rain' with all my strength, I can even destroy the entire world. Why is it level B?"

Regarding the evaluation given to her by the organizer, Heather expressed her dissatisfaction.

Buster shook his index finger: "This is the organizer's objective evaluation of the difference in strength between you and me. Yes, in the eyes of the organizer, if you and I use all our cards, you are no match for me. But your storm giant The dragon's ability is indeed very powerful, I have never seen a newcomer as powerful as you."

"...You haven't heard of "Monster Hunter"?" Heather raised her eyebrows.

Bast touched the index finger of her right hand that no longer wore a ring, and said matter-of-factly: "Don't you think that every parallel earth will have exactly the same historical development? The general direction is different, let alone the details. Maybe every parallel earth will have a different history. There will be similar works all over the world, but they will never remain the same.”

"You mean, even if you encounter the same work world, there won't be the same plot development?"

"Of course, it's like this world of full-time hunters. You and I both entered this world. Because you entered first, the world is dominated by the plot you know. What I entered was a similar but unfamiliar world of full-time hunters."

Bastet covered her forehead with her small hands and complained: "The sunshine after the rain is too dazzling, why don't you find another place?"

"It's up to you." Heather said she had no objection.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow under Buster's feet spread out and wrapped Heather's shadow in it. Heather felt her feet sink, and her entire field of vision quickly sank into darkness, and then was enveloped in light again.

Heather found herself and Bastet in a large, spacious and bright office. A translucent white window screen was fluttering in front of the open window. Neatly arranged green plants were gently swaying their leaves, and the breeze was gentle.

"The new headquarters of the Hunter Association is located on the outskirts of the Cajun Empire. I asked Nitro for the address."

Bastet directly opened the refrigerator in the office and started rummaging around, not treating herself as an outsider at all:

"Only juice? Not even happy water, Nitro is so mean! Do you want orange juice?"

"I'd better drink water."

Heather waved her hands, sat on the sofa, and calmed down her mind: "Are you really Egyptian? Why do I think you are more homely than me?"

"Egypt...oh, that's the name of your world, right? Our official name there is the 'Holy Jackal Empire', and your country should be called the 'Jade Dragon Dynasty'. How about that, do you want to express your feelings about the similarities and differences between the worlds? What’s so wonderful about it?”

Buster took a can of iced juice and sat on the sofa opposite Heather, took a sip of the juice and then continued:

"Look at how handsome you are... Oh no, you are a newbie and have a good attitude. I can answer some questions you have about the Outlander game. What do you want to ask?"

This was the first time she saw a foreigner being kept free or even released by the organizer, and she couldn't help but become interested. With so much potential, have the organizers lost their minds?

Looking at the girl on the sofa opposite who was like a curious cat, Heather was not polite. He really needed information now. After sorting out his thoughts, he asked: "When I joined the Foreigners game, I heard the organizer say that this was a competition between Foreigners?"

"Hmm~"

"Then why did you save me? Wouldn't it be better to have one less competitor?" The first question was extremely sharp. Heather recognized Buster's kind attitude, so she didn't mince words when asking questions.

Bastet chuckled and let out that barbell-like laughter again: "Goose goose goose goose!! Do you really believe it?"

"Is the final reward of this foreigner game fake?" Heather frowned. If this is the case, then there is no point in participating.

Bastet waved her hand, signaling Heather to calm down:

"No, no, no, the organizer did not lie to you. [Complete the Outlander game to get a universal wish]. Every outsider who participated was told so. However, not all outsiders' goals are that wish. .”

"...What's the explanation?"

"Wish? What can we wish for? Every outsider is a poor man who has been expelled from his own world, a wanderer who is hostile to the will of the world. Even if he tastes all the beautiful or dark, happy or sad emotions during the journey , many outsiders who read everything ultimately just want to find a world where they can stay forever."

The smile on Bastet's face faded a lot:

"There may be a few outsiders who have their own ambitions, but only one person can stand on the final podium, not even the runner-up or third place. In this case, why do we still get involved in those crappy things? We are I want to use outsider travel to find the world suitable for me to stay, that’s all.”

"Would the organizer allow such a negative attitude? If every outsider was like you, wouldn't this competition exist in name only?"

"They have always maintained a tacit attitude towards this kind of thing. In fact, I have also met compatriots who have their own safe haven. It's great... How wonderful it would be to encounter a world that is gentle and tolerant of oneself... "

Bast took a sip of juice and looked serious:

"You asked me why I didn't kill you. That's because most of us wandering outsiders hope to form good relationships. Who knows if we will meet in other worlds in the future? Outsiders travel independently outside the sea of ​​time and space. Maybe in the next world I will meet you who has experienced countless worlds and is 10,000 times stronger. It is even more likely that I will need your help to pass the world. Moreover, even if I kill you with all my trump cards, there is nothing to gain. Everyone knows what to do. How to choose."

"...Do all outsiders have this kind of gentle attitude?"

"No, some foreigners are obsessed with their own ambitions and are determined to obtain their only wish after clearing the game, so when they see a foreigner who is a compatriot, they will kill them mercilessly, even if the other person is a wandering foreigner with no hostility. "

Bastet seemed to remember something and frowned:

"If you encounter an extremely powerful and hostile foreigner, don't hesitate to light the world on fire and escape from this world."

She untied the black cloak that wrapped her body to reveal her right shoulder. There was a terrifying and deep scar on the shoulder that should have been covered by smooth skin, extending to her back.

"Don't think you are very powerful. At my level, I can only barely escape from that lunatic's hands even if I try my best. In fact, if I didn't store enough fire to forcefully escape from the world, I'm afraid I would have died in that maniac's hands. In a world that has become a mess. That guy’s [concept] is too strong..."

"[Concept]?" Heather felt like she heard a key word.

"Oh, I haven't told you about [Concept] yet, have I?"

Bast wrapped the black cloak around her body again, and her face looked much better:

"Every outsider has his own 'talent' that he is good at. This talent must correspond to a certain concept, and it will never be repeated. For example, my talent is [Shadow]. You should have noticed that, I can control it. My own shadow and fight for myself by constantly traveling around the world to copy the shadows of those powerful creatures. By the way, I used up a lot of inventory to save you, not to mention the money Osiris gave me. You have to reimburse me for these two gold rings!"

"Reimbursement?" Heather couldn't keep up with Bast's out-of-the-box thinking.

"Give me your shadow Kangkang!"

Bastet's topics changed at every turn, jumping around like a cat:

"Goose goose goose goose goose! The Shadow Storm Dragon is more powerful than Bolaxiu. It's so exciting to think about it! Don't be shy, it won't hurt you personally. At most it will make you feel a little tired. It's not about robbing shadows. Are you copying a brand new 'Shadow Guard' without self-awareness... You are still not human! I have sacrificed so much for you, and I won't even let you touch a shadow!?"

"I didn't say I disagreed, the question is why did you take off my pants!! The shadow is under my feet, not in my pants!" Heather's roar echoed throughout the office.

Click——

President Netero's secretary, Dou Mianren, opened the door with a stack of documents and asked as he came in: "President, is it you? I don't know when you came back..."

The bean-faced man froze, and the documents in his hand fell to the floor.

Looking at Nitro's office alone, a brown-skinned girl was breathing heavily on top of the resurrected Heather. The sofa was in a mess, and the scene was simply unsightly.

"Sorry it was the wrong one."

The bean-faced man simply closed the door and ran away.

Heather had to admit that for a moment, he thought of the word "silence".