When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Get ready to go into town. Wear your hat and don't let your ears show."

At the bustling city gate, Li Shanren lowered his head and instructed Diya.

"Um......"

Diya grabbed the edge of the hood and pulled it down to cover it tightly.

They took the exclusive entrance to the city for extraordinary people, so they only waited in line for ten minutes before entering the city of Olin.

While queuing, Li Shanren did not notice that in the civilian passage queue nearly a hundred steps away from him, an ordinary-looking young man with a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was also squeezing in the crowd to queue up to enter the city. He looked inconspicuous in the crowd.

The young man estimated that he would have to wait in line for more than half an hour before he could officially enter the city.

"Where should we go to find Wei Luo next?"

Standing on the street of Olin City, Li Shanren touched his chin and thought.

He planned to go to the hotel where Wei Luo had previously rented to take a look.

If they didn't find Wei Luo there, they would probably have to find a place to wait for Wei Luo to come find them.

After all, Diya had a mark set by Wei Luo on her body.

Now that the two of them have returned to Olin City, there is a high probability that Wei Luo will be able to sense it. If he is still in the city, he will probably come to find them on his own initiative.

After coming up with the idea, Li Shanren immediately took Diya to the hotel.

More than half an hour later, when Li Shanren arrived at the hotel, the boss told him that the handsome extraordinary man carrying two swords had checked out three days ago and never came back.

Li Shanren could only carry out the second plan. He found a more casual restaurant, ordered some food casually, and waited quietly for Wei Luo to arrive.

At the same time, on the other side, Tifa and others who had already set out to the north were driving on the avenue.

Their trip was relatively smooth and there were no accidents along the way.

It’s just that there are fewer people traveling long distances in winter, and they rarely met any fellow travelers along the way. Only their three cars were driving alone.

In the carriage, most of the children who stayed up late last night fell asleep slowly due to the bumpy ride.

The dragon cart driven by Tifa and the carriage driven by Svana were both equipped with magic heaters, so the children did not feel cold.

As extraordinary beings, Tifa and the others have more energy, so even if they didn't get much sleep the night before, it's no big deal. They can drive the vehicle normally without any accidents.

The demi-human maid Svana is also a transcendent, but her rank is relatively low, she is only a primary transcendent.

Moreover, she has not yet chosen the formal extraordinary path, but is simply tapping into the power in her own blood and growing slowly.

The probability of demi-humans in this world becoming superhumans is very high. Basically, eight or nine out of ten demi-humans are superhumans, so it is not surprising that Svana is a superhuman.

In the howling cold wind, Jacob, sitting on the bicycle frame, swayed slightly and held on to his cotton coat tightly, but he still felt the cold invading his body through every pore.

"See, I told them it would be cold." Eivor grabbed the reins, looking as if he had expected this. "So why don't you move to the front? I can stop them for a while."

“No… no need…” Jacob was trembling all over, but he looked stubborn, “I can still hold on.”

"By the way, why...why don't you look cold at all? Is it because you are a transcendent?" Jacob looked at Eivor with an inquiring look.

"Because I had a few drinks before I went out."

Eivor held the reins tightly with one hand and took a pouch from his waist and handed it to Jacob.

"Would you like a sip? Although it's a false warmth, it will make you feel a little more comfortable. However, don't drink too much, alcohol will actually make your body temperature lose faster..."

"You...are you ready to drink?"

Jacob looked at the boy who looked similar to him with shock.

"What? I can't?" Aivor raised an eyebrow. "I haven't heard of any place where there is an age limit for drinking, and I just celebrated my eighteenth birthday not long ago."

"When I was still in the village, my father told me that only men who can stand on their own are qualified to drink." Jacob took the wine bag and suddenly fell silent after saying this.

After hearing this, Aivor didn't know what to say for a moment.

These children from the same village as Tifa also experienced the same thing as Tifa.

During the slave hunt of the Order of Sloth, the village was destroyed and the family disappeared.

After a while, Aiwoer took the initiative to speak: "Actually, I just started to want to drink a while ago. Before that, I always thought that alcohol would only affect my brain."

"Don't worry, I brewed this bag of wine myself. It's not easy to get drunk. It's okay to drink a small sip."

Jacob opened the wineskin, smelled the fresh herbal scent, and carefully poured a sip into his mouth.

The cold wine poured into my mouth, and at first I could only feel a slight spicy taste and a hint of sweetness.

Not long after he swallowed it, he felt a burning pain in his throat and a burning sensation in his stomach, which made his face flush and instantly dispelled the chill brought by the cold wind.

“So… so spicy…”

Jacob fanned his tongue as if that would drive away the burning sensation.

Eivor laughed, took the wineskin from Jacob, and took a sip for himself.

Feeling the heat rising in his body, Aivor, with a slightly red face, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment.

Drinking was indeed a very strange thing for him.

Because he has no habit of drinking at all, but for some reason he has been craving for a drink recently, and his alcohol tolerance is abnormally good, he will not get drunk even if he continues drinking for several hours.

Eivor lied to Jacob about the origin of the wine.

This wine was not brewed by him, but was exchanged with the villagers when he lived in the village.

It was just that after he changed it back, he let the herbs soak in wine for a few days.

The original wine was not actually that spicy. The reason it became like this was because of his herbs.

Because Eivor found that not only did he like drinking, but ordinary wine could not satisfy him at all. It had to be as spicy as possible.

In addition to wanting to drink, Eivor recently found that he always inexplicably wanted to chop something with an axe, and even wanted to exchange a simple wooden axe with a villager.

As a transcendent being, Eivor naturally couldn't ignore such changes.

However, after he used his mental power to give himself a full body check, he did not find anything abnormal.

Sometimes Eivor would wonder if the changes in him were caused by the golden raven emblem on his back, but after careful consideration, he felt that it was unlikely.

After all, this emblem with extraordinary powers, firstly, does not continuously enhance his physical fitness or qualifications, and secondly, does not bring him new extraordinary abilities. How can it be considered an extraordinary change if it simply makes him want to drink and chop things?

Speaking of which, he still hasn't figured out the ability of the Golden Raven Emblem, which has become the most depressing thing for Eivor in recent times.

Just as Aivor was driving and lost in thought, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried horse hooves and the sound of a vehicle staggering and rolling on the ground from behind.

Ivor suddenly came back to his senses, and a hint of alertness appeared in his eyes.

He was the last carriage in the procession.

So most of the people behind were passers-by, and only about one or two were Lisern who had finished his work and caught up with them.

However, considering that they had just set out not long ago, it was unlikely that Lisern would catch up so quickly, and judging from the sound of the wheels rolling, the other party was also pulling a carriage.

Lisern, who wanted to catch up as quickly as possible, was unlikely to pull another carriage to increase the burden.

Judging from the hurried sound of horse hooves, the person behind was either in a hurry or... was being chased.

"Love, can...can you go faster? It seems like he's about to catch up!"

A panicked voice came from behind the right, and it sounded like a delicate girl.

"This is already the fastest. It's because you can't ride a horse. Otherwise, we could have gotten rid of this bulky carriage!"

Another voice that sounded a little flustered but relatively calm complained, and it seemed to be a girl as well.

Considering the large amount of stuff in the car, Eivor didn't drive very fast, just maintained a moderate speed.

Therefore, he soon saw a carriage pulled by two horses catching up with them and running parallel to them.

On the carriage were two human girls with striking looks. They were wearing maid uniforms that looked dirty and worn, and looked as if they had not been washed for several days. It seemed that they had escaped from some noble's house.

The black-haired girl who was driving the car looked relatively steady and had an elegant temperament, but the uneasiness in her eyes at this moment revealed her inner fear.

The other girl sitting on the bicycle frame was very petite, perhaps because she was a little malnourished in her childhood.

Compared to the calm black-haired girl, the petite girl had the word "fear" written all over her face, with tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string, making her look extremely pitiful.

And behind them, it really seemed like there was something chasing them, running wildly all the way, with dust and snow flying all the way.

"It shouldn't affect us..."

Aivor thought silently, and at the same time calmly pulled the reins, making the carriage move a little to the left.

Although those two poor girls were indeed very attractive, he did not want to get involved in such unnecessary trouble, and he might not have the ability to intervene.

Faced with this kind of thing, it is better to take care of yourself, not to mention that they themselves are on the way to escape from trouble.

Fortunately, the two girls didn't seem to care about them. They drove their cars directly past Eivor's carriage and continued to flee forward.

Soon after they passed Eivor, the "thing" that was chasing the carriage also came running over.

To be precise, it was a person.

A burly man carrying a two-handed axe on his back and a small axe hanging around his waist can catch up with a galloping carriage with his physical speed. The other party is at least an elite-level extraordinary person.

Aivor took a quick look and quickly looked away.

Although Tifa should be able to handle this man, he didn't want to bring an unknown enemy to the team.

However, he didn't want to get into trouble, but the rugged-looking man didn't think so.

While running wildly, the extraordinary man casually glanced at Eivor and the others, and found that there were only two half-grown children on the frame. His eyes moved slightly, and a vicious smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"not good......"

Ewaldton, who caught a glimpse of this expression out of the corner of his eye, felt something was wrong.

He was just about to speed up the horse.

The next second, the burly man actually leaped to the side, easily jumped onto the frame, and grabbed Eivor's arm.

"Hey, can I borrow your carriage for a while?"

Immediately afterwards, Aivor felt an irresistible force coming from the opponent, and he was picked up like a rag and thrown backwards fiercely.

Eivor was thrown off the carriage, and under the influence of inertia, his body rolled wildly in the snow uncontrollably. His delicate face perfectly absorbed the friction of the ground, leaving deep bruises and bloody scratches.

After rolling dozens of times on the snow, Aivor finally stopped, feeling weak all over and looking in pain.

My whole body felt as if I had been beaten by many people, and I felt uncontrollable pain everywhere. I didn't know how many fractures and abrasions I had.

He was not a transcendent on the warrior path. Even though the Golden Raven Emblem improved his physical fitness a little, his body was still very fragile compared to those on the warrior path.

He was thrown off a fast-moving carriage mercilessly like this, and it was a sign of his good luck and strong body that he didn't die.

"Hehe... Uh... "

Aivor lay on his back, looking at the clear sky, and a groan slowly escaped his chest.

I actually encountered such an unexpected disaster, even though I didn't do anything...

I hope Tifa will notice his disappearance and come to find him as soon as possible.

Otherwise, in this icy and snowy place, he would not be able to survive for long with his body seriously injured, and he might even be taken away by a passing wild animal...

However, time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed like a long time had passed, but no one came.

Eivor stared blankly at the sky.

It didn't snow in the past two days, and the sky was clear and blue. The clouds in the distance were arranged neatly like fish scales, and the surrounding trees covered with snowflakes presented a leisurely and leisurely scene.

A light cold breeze passed across his face, causing Eivor's body temperature to gradually dissipate, and the pain in his body slowly faded away.

Everything around Eivor seemed to be gradually becoming blurry, except for the distant sky which was becoming clearer and clearer.

Could it be that... I'm about to die?

Aivor, who was in a daze, was desperate and angry.

But I haven't become a great alchemist yet, and I haven't found my sister yet...

I can't, I can't just...

He slowly raised his hand, squeezing all the strength out of his wounded body, and raised it toward the sky, as if trying to grab something.

Soon, as if it were an illusion, Eivor looked at his palm.

A ray of golden sunlight from the sky seemed to be caught by him and turned into a golden spear, which he naturally held in his hand.

Then he felt as if he was flying.

The spear pulled him and carried his consciousness high into the sky.

When Aivor came to his senses, he was already standing in front of a golden palace.

The hall was extremely tall, and it was difficult to even see the top when one looked up. Huge golden pillars supported the vault, and golden light spread all over the ground, making it look sacred and majestic.

The golden hall has no door and is wide open to the outside world, as if it wants everyone who comes here to fully see the scene inside.

"Hurry up! Fill up the glasses!"

"Bring me that plate of meat!"

"Warriors! Enjoy yourself! We deserve it!"

The strong smell of wine, the noisy chatter, the bustling crowd, the wanton revelry... the atmosphere inside was extremely warm, as if countless people had gathered inside, having a never-ending banquet.

Is this...the kingdom of God? I heard that this is where the devout believers go after they die.

However, I do not believe in any particular god, nor have I ever heard of a god of alchemy...

Which kind God would accept only a person like me who has no faith?

Aivor slowly raised his head, looked at the plaque hanging above the hall, and then opened his mouth slightly.

On the plaque, a line of ancient and wild golden characters in wild fonts were clearly written:

"Hall of Valor".

......

Under the azure blue sky, the handsome young man with bruises and scrapes all over his face lay silently in the snow, his eyes half-open and half-closed, without any spirit, and his chest without any movement, as if he was already dead.

If someone turned him over and lifted the clothes on his back at this moment, they would see the golden raven emblem slowly floating up and down.

The golden crow's wings fluttered and its eyes were sharp and majestic, like a living creature.