Another World: My life is on the hook!

No one knew what they talked about, and no one knew whether the white-haired figure really came to the young man.

Just that day.

The dazzling purple light shrouded the entire mage tower for a long time, and they all saw the familiar and awe-inspiring figure in that quick glance.

No matter what it is.

No matter what kind of person.

Under the erosion of time, they will gradually become the legend that lives in other people's memories.

They knelt outside the mage tower for a whole day. Many of the ancient jailers were in a daze. They thought of the past that seemed as far away as countless lifetimes. At that time, the world was not what it is now. Countless people The plane is squeezed into this crowded universe. The outside world is endless chaos and disorder, and they are just a group of freaks struggling to survive within the boundary line.

And then too many things really happened.

They had witnessed the ancient and almost obliterated divine war, looked at the beginning of the great destruction, and heard the distant cry of their master in the chaotic vastness.

But that was really too far away, so far away that it was almost forgotten by everyone.

But only they know.

Everything in the old world was reshuffled at that moment, and the ancient cold winter ruled by the gods that lasted for countless years was finally completely ended at that moment.

And everything after that and everything.

All the generations that have ever existed.

It all stems from that new life of breaking and standing.

They looked at the gorgeous purple light curtain outside the mage tower. Even though they knew that sometimes fanaticism was a kind of poison, and knew that what he resisted all his life was to make himself the new god in their hearts, they still found it difficult to control themselves. Searching and crying for him.

because.

He is the only king who stands before the creation of the world and has cut off everything in the old world and brought new life to everyone.

……

They wait.

They lowered their heads, closed their eyes tightly, and knelt there with their whole bodies trembling, waiting for the final result.

Will he revive in that boy's body?

During these countless years of waiting, he opens his eyes again and looks at the person he once loved most. He will choose to accept this fate and fulfill their long-cherished wish with the master who has been waiting for him in this new world that he has longed for. What...

Because they know.

They all know it!

No matter how powerful and powerful he is, all he wants is to grow old together with the one he loves and spend his life in a world without troubles. He has mentioned it to many people and they have plans for them. The desire in his eyes when he saw that grand blueprint couldn't deceive anyone.

And now he can finally be revived.

He could finally regain the glory of the past in this life, and complete his rebirth in the body of that young man in such a new world.

that……

that……

creak-

At that moment, almost all the jailers trembled, and they all quickly raised their heads and looked in the direction of the mage tower.

It seemed like a lifetime had passed, and it seemed like countless generations had passed. Their pupils trembled violently as they saw the door of the mage tower slowly opening, and saw the white-haired figure panting. Holding on to the railing, he walked out step by step.

that moment.

It was as if the ancient images of the past had completely overlapped in front of their eyes at this moment. The pair of black eyes flashing with purple brilliance and the quicksand everywhere were telling them a fact.

This is their Maharaja.

He is back!

After that eternal destruction, after countless generations, he reappeared in front of them.

Their lips parted tremulously, and they almost trembled.

But they didn't have time to reach out yet.

That fanaticism has not yet transformed into that downright joy.

They then saw the white hair on his head disappearing and withering bit by bit on his body, as if something was disappearing from his body permanently, and the ancient purple light in his eyes was also there. In the general belief, erased bit by bit.

that moment.

The pupils of all of them were frozen at that moment, and when the breeze blew, they seemed to feel that their whole hearts fell into the abyss of eternal silence at that moment.

Because they all realize it.

Everyone also understood what was being lost.

That is……

"Imprints and memories."

The old man who was filled with the aura of death looked at this scene for a long time, and his old eyes seemed to be filled with a sigh of fate.

And at this moment he also understood his decision. Perhaps he should have understood a long time ago that a man who has been fighting against his destiny all his life, a king, will never watch the same thing again. Repeatedly in another self.

Because he is such a person.

Even if he didn't wake up, even if it was just a trace of his mark, he always knew what he was pursuing.

He died fighting against fate.

How could he let himself grow scales and claws in order to be reborn...

"Majesty!!"

that moment.

The ancient jailers tried to rush forward with all their strength, eager to stop him from erasing their marks and memories, but as soon as they got close, they were knocked down by the panting figure with a wave of his hand, knocking him off the level of a god. Suppressed by the swaying sea of ​​flowers.

The power he displayed at that moment made all the lower-level jailors tremble in fear.

It was as if the former king was coming again.

That flowing yellow sand.

It's like the supreme power he displayed to look down on all things at the moment he became the First Born.

"Maharaja!!!"

The oldest jailers were suppressed to the ground, but their eyes were still filled with tears. Under the huge pressure, they still tried hard to stretch their hands in his direction, wanting to stop and touch him.

Because they know, they know!

No one in the world can stop his master from reviving him. The only one who can stop him is himself.

But why? !

10 million years!

million years!

Tens of millions of years! !

The master has waited for you for too long, and we have also waited for you for too long. Even if it is only for a lifetime, even if you can only exist for a short time, let those countless years of silent waiting get the ending he hopes for! !

But no.

Under their torn red gaze, the figure staggered and gasped, stepping past them step by step, never looking back in the disappearance of the self-imprint.

All the jailers retreated for him. They knelt down tremblingly, but they did not dare to get even closer.

They finally looked at the mage tower.

He looked at the blue girl in the mage tower.

Because they know.

Maybe I missed it this time.

That is true dead eternity.