When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

A Swiss psychiatrist once described the spiritual process of death, or the spiritual activities of human beings when they approach death, denial—anger—negotiation—depression—acceptance, and finally death.

In a devastating situation, he had a premonition that he was about to die and escaped by chance. Just like people's dying psychology, Yongye had already accepted death. He couldn't think of the meaning of continuing, so he chose to launch leukocyte to die together.

It's not that he can't continue to fight, he can still use the bloodline ability to fight to the death for a while, but he didn't do that, because the enemy on the battlefield is not only the leader of Daath, but also two Daath who are standing by, even if he can suppress three daath, but he couldn't really kill them either.

The most important thing is... he can't fly, even if daath can be killed the first time, but the second time, he only needs to use teleportation to fly up, and he can be easily consumed by hovering in the air.

There's really no way...it's completely helpless...

He negotiated with himself, but there was no other choice to make. In the end, his spirit had begun to be in a trance, and he finally chose to accept death.

But I thought it was really going to die this time, but it still didn't die... It seems that I was saved.

Why not die? I don't know... But Yong Ye is very clear about one thing. In the end, he gave up... Instead of continuing to persevere, he chose to give up and took measures to perish together.

No matter how powerful a fighter is, there is a time when they will give up in the face of desperation. Perhaps the most powerful fighter can never back down, but... he doesn't seem to have that level of perseverance, because he knows that there is really no way to do it, so he doesn't try to struggle any more. , opting for the easier method.

Maybe I didn't think about it before, but thinking about it carefully, isn't this also a kind of cringe?

"I... Sure enough, I still can't? Or... can't I protect...?"

Looking down at the scarred hands, his eyes darkened, he clenched his fists but couldn't grasp anything, only blood and rain kept dripping.

"..."

Looking up at the sky, I can only see the dark clouds covering the entire sky.

In this rainy night in this strange world alone, he couldn't find a reason to exist, and he didn't know what to do after that. He could only let the rain hit his face and take away all the blood that came from his body.

The body temperature was gradually plundered by the wind and rain, but he had no desire to move. He had lost even the long knife on which he depended, leaning against the wall as if he had lost his soul.

However, at this moment, just as his arm fell weakly, he heard the crisp sound of metal collision.

Looking down, he found that the black ring on his hand had collided with the masonry on the ground.

"..."The Oath of the Double Helix"?"

Whispering and smiling bitterly, Yong Ye stared at the independent ring on his hand and thought a lot. In the end, he let out a long sigh as if trying to put aside distracting thoughts, suppressing the loss, unwillingness, and humiliation in his heart. He stood up on the ground and staggered two steps left and right.

He covered the wound on his stomach with one hand that could almost see the intestines, and pressed the other hand on the large opening on the left side of his neck that was cut by the giant sword. He could only ignore the remaining wounds for the time being.

What to do, he doesn't know, what kind of world is this, he also doesn't know, and he doesn't know if there will be monsters like Daath, or gastritis and Kabane in this world.

But no matter what, all he has to do now is to live, and after living, he will consider the meaning of living. Only by living can he know how to go back.

Trying to calm down, temporarily suppressing the guilt after giving up, walking out of the alley with difficulty, looking at the street.

Soon, he found that this place was different from other worlds he had been to, because... the buildings here were similar to the buildings of medieval Europe.

Whether this is a town or a city, Yong Ye doesn't know, and he doesn't know what kind of masters there are among humans, so if he can, he doesn't plan to do anything that will attract a large number of enemies, at least until the injury recovers.

However, it is relatively modern. If it is really the Middle Ages, it is very simple to do anything. After all, the technological level of the Middle Ages is much worse than that of modern times, and there is no pistol, let alone a modern army.

In a place like this, even the medieval police who committed crimes... no, it should be the sheriff and the sheriff, they can't have modern efficiency.

I thought so...

Inadvertently, Yongye noticed the street lights, and they were street lights that were powered on, and the style was also a retro Western style light.

Also electric lights, so this is not the Middle Ages? But... the second industrial revolution of the nineteenth century? Or is this just a modern tourist attraction with an old-fashioned architectural style?

I don't understand, just looking at the architecture, there is absolutely no way to figure out what the situation is, or what era this is.

But even if he doesn't understand the situation, what he wants to do will not change. What he can do at this time...except for the costless behavior of robbery, there is really nothing else.

When the Qi was mostly consumed and there was little left, he could only recover a little by meditating to recover the injury, which was not very useful, so he could only find a way to raise funds to treat himself. The first pot of gold was **** or black. This is a problem faced by many capitalists.

This kind of problem also needs to be faced in the eternal night of being alone in a strange world. After all, if he doesn't rob, if he wants money, he can't wait for him to fall from the sky, or kneel on the ground to beg, right? After all, asking for alms is definitely not his choice.

"...Speaking of which, I have no weapons..."

Seeing a figure appear across the street, Yong Ye's long-term habit made Yong Ye subconsciously want to hold a knife, but he felt empty.

"The pistol has also fallen, so we can only fight in close quarters..."

He staggered towards the figure holding an umbrella in the heavy rain, Yong Ye pretended to be passing by, and inadvertently glanced at the right middle-aged man dressed like a businessman with a bloated body and a big belly, and immediately judged it. The other party is just an ordinary person.

(Okay...good...a little closer...)

Like a hunter in Yongye, he approached cautiously, and when he was about to pass by, because he was so scarred and did not hold an umbrella in the heavy rain, the other party found that he seemed to be dripping blood with the help of a street lamp that was not very bright. Naturally, he avoided him nervously to avoid trouble.

"Hey... it's really not cooperating!"

Without waiting any longer, he suddenly pounced.

Bang!

The bloated middle-aged man wanted to resist, but he was completely unable to resist, and was directly pushed to the ground by Yongye's backhand, his face pressed against the stagnant water on the ground.

"What, who!"

"...borrow a little money from people passing by. If you are wise, I won't kill you."

"Borrow, borrow money?"

"Cough...cough, don't you want to?"

Coughing again to expel the blood from the body, Yong Ye increased the strength in his hand, causing the middle-aged man to immediately nod his head in a dreadful wailing.

"Agree! Agree! I'll give you as much as you want!"

"...First of all, let me use the weapons on your body, and then come with me... Please take out all the money on your body honestly."

Taking the dagger from the back of the man's waist, Yong Ye dragged the man into the alley while no one was passing by.

Forcing the man into the dead end of the alley, pointing a dagger at him to force him to take the money, Yong Ye glanced around quickly by the way, but in the corner of this dead end, he saw a small house like an independent public toilet.

I don’t know if this building can be called a house. It’s really small and terrifying. It’s only about the size of a temporary toilet built in the last century. The toilet is rotten, and it looks like it is still leaking.

Through the street lights outside the street, I could vaguely see the only furniture in the hut, which was a piece of wood on the floor. I don't know if it could be called a bed. The environment looked very gloomy.

In the leaky cabin, there was a pair of figures huddled together in the corner. The street lights even had very little diffuse reflection here, and both of them had their heads lowered so that Yong Ye couldn't see what was going on, but From the body, it should be two small children.

If you guessed from the appearance, these two children who were shivering because of the cold or fear should be wanderers like beggars, otherwise they would not stay in the broken house on this rainy night.

It can be seen more clearly that among the two people, the larger figure is desperately pressing the smaller figure, covering his mouth with one hand and covering his eyes with one hand, and even himself is trying to keep his head down not to look at this. what happened.

This is how the two of them live.