My Players' Second Playthrough

Farley had a long dream.

He opened his eyes and found himself walking on a mountain road, with lush green grass under his feet and a graceful girl in front of him.

Subconsciously, he moved his nose and smelled the fragrance of green grass.

This is...

Farley was stunned.

The girl walking in front seemed to have sensed something, turned around in confusion, and saw that the boy was in a daze again, so she took his hand and whispered:

"Farley, what's wrong?"

Farley turned his head and looked around, and finally stopped at the hand holding him.

It was a pair of beautiful hands, soft, clean, and the slender knuckles were delicate and warm. You can tell at a glance that its owner has never worked.

The hand held by the girl was rough and powerful, with a thick layer of calluses at the base of the tiger's mouth, but it could not hide the boy's immaturity.

This is his own hand.

Farley finally understood the current situation.

He returned to his childhood, to 1,389 years ago, to the time when the gods walked on the earth and he still believed in gods.

"Just a little nervous." Farley smiled at the girl.

His voice was strange, the crisp voice before the voice change, and the accent he had developed for nearly a thousand years, formed a very discordant tone.

The girl heard his abnormality, but just thought he was too nervous, and smiled and comforted him:

"It's okay, Farley, as long as you are here, I will definitely become a saint."

Farley looked at the girl's face and fell into a daze again.

This is the girl who grew up with him, the white moonlight in his heart.

Now seeing each other again, how can he not be stupid?

Facing the boy's slightly burning gaze, the girl did not dodge, but took a half step forward, narrowing the distance between her and the boy, and hugged the boy again as she had done countless times since childhood.

"Farewell." The girl's breath was hot, scratching the boy's ear gently, "You will fight for me, right?"

The ripples that splashed from nowhere disturbed the white moonlight in his heart. The white jade plate that seemed to be within reach suddenly revealed its true form and turned into a distant and cold moon.

Farewell was not a young boy who had just begun to fall in love. He immediately realized that the seemingly innocent girl in front of him was very clear that she was using him.

She didn't love him at all...

Farewell gently pushed the girl away, escaped from her arms, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Lena, you will become the [Saint of Time], I promise."

Lena smiled and continued to lead Farwell to the top of the mountain.

Today is the day of the God's sacrifice.

The boys and girls who believe in [Lord of Heaven, Itsumna] will make the final selection in front of the temple of the Holy Mountain.

They are all children favored by God. Because of their outstanding talents or birth, they have been bathed in God's grace and prayed devoutly since childhood.

Regardless of the selection result, everyone can get a job from the merciful Lord to serve Him and become the Lord's agent.

However, even among agents, there are differences.

Because among this year's agents, a [Saint of Time] will be born.

She will share the Lord's authority over [Time], as well as the Saint's uniqueness -

eternal life and youth.

...

The memorial service on the top of the mountain has come to an end.

The Saint is the banner that calls on believers. [Lord of Heaven, Itsumna] has long since given an oracle that the witch who can recruit the strongest can share the authority of [Time] with Him.

The girls who are determined to do this must personally select a knight and let the knight compete in a one-on-one elimination match to compete for their qualifications.

As a childhood sweetheart, Farley is naturally the most trusted candidate for Lena.

Just like a thousand years ago, as long as he wins the final victory, he can personally offer the woman he loves to the gods as a doll.

Having experienced it once, Farley knew that as long as he lost this duel, he could prevent Lena from becoming a saint, and she would not have to become a martyr of the Lord of Heaven at Ragnarok.

And as long as he lost this game...

The boy on the opposite side roared, swung the wooden sword and cut Farley's right arm.

According to the rules, Farley could no longer fight with his right hand.

"You lost, Farley." The boy on the opposite side did not pursue, "Be decent."

Farley came back to his senses from his thoughts and looked at his childhood friend who practiced sword with him, skipped classes with him, and helped him secretly pass love letters.

He drooped his right arm, picked up the wooden sword with his left hand, and said in a deep voice:

"According to the rules, I haven't lost yet."

The childhood friend did not pursue, and waited for Farley to get ready, then smiled and said:

"It seems that you can't tell the difference between us unless you completely defeat you."

Everything that followed was the same as a thousand years ago.

Farley deliberately sold a flaw, exposing his eyes to the tip of the childhood friend's sword.

Then, at the moment of his hesitation, a sword pierced his throat.

This was the choice he made a thousand years ago.

Kill his best friend and sacrifice the one he loved to God.

After that day, Farley could no longer sleep peacefully.

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In order to excuse himself, he justified all his actions. As long as he put on a coat of faith, he could publicize his sins as honor without changing his face.

Farley did this until he abandoned his faith.

He hated himself.

"Why." A voice sounded from Farley's mind, "You went back to the past, why did you make the same choice?"

Farley recovered and found himself surrounded by darkness.

He looked at his palm, which still had the warmth of his best friend's blood.

He was the [Sand of Time] that could stop time, a legendary warrior, who had devoted thousands of years of hard work to the way of [Time].

So he knew from the beginning that everything he had just experienced was not an illusion.

He really went back a thousand years ago, and once again, he made a decision that would make him regret for the rest of his life.

"It's a done deal." Farley wiped the blood off his hands, "Those who control their fate will eventually be mocked by fate, and those who try to change the past will only lose more in the end."

"That's because you're not a god!" The voice in his head echoed again.

"Itsamna, you're a god." Farley chuckled, "So you're dead."

Boom! ! !

The [Time] slit was broken, and Farley woke up from the grass, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, and the city he had been in for many years suddenly collapsed. He flew into the air eagerly, and even forgot to wipe the tears from his face.

"Alice..." he whispered.

Although he obeyed the commandments of time, he still slightly changed the past - he did not forcefully kiss Lena before going on stage, nor did he break down and laugh in front of everyone after killing his childhood friend.

Although according to the "time convergence principle".

Even if he deliberately lost the game and changed the past drastically.

Time will also repair the "wounds" he caused at the node close to the "present", and converge everything to the appearance before the change.

But this "repair" is uncontrollable.

Even if there is only a one in a billion chance, Farley, the ultimate daughter control, is eager to know the safety of his daughter.

Fortunately, when he flew to the middle of the air, he still saw the miserable situation below with his peripheral vision.

With just one glance, Farley realized that the lawn where he woke up should have been reversed into the city of the past by himself unconsciously.

He stopped and stretched out his right hand to the grass below, as if he was fiddling with the hour hand of a clock, and turned it counterclockwise for several circles.

The lawn below suddenly changed, the foundation, scaffolding, walls...

The green grass just now turned back into the small town before.

This is the power of [Hourglass Guard].

In ancient times, the heroes had a more intuitive title -

Natural Disaster.

Chapter 2 will be a billion points later