Uh... there's really only one chapter today. I can tell everyone the reason: I have to spend a whole day printing the contract sent by the editor, signing it, and mailing it. I simply didn't have time to write. These four thousand characters that I hastily uploaded were actually written early this morning.
That's right, this book has been signed, hehe~~ But signing doesn't necessarily mean it will be put on shelves later; it still depends on the situation. So please continue to support me a lot in the future and give me the motivation to keep writing!
Signing is good! At least I won't have to worry about abandoning the novel anymore, (*^__^*)=
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Finally, Akara also explained some information about the Worldstone to me.
Since the discovery of the Worldstone, humanity began to realize the existence of Spatial Magic and started researching it. Many powerful Spatial Magic spells were invented through studying this Worldstone. By the era of Tal Rasha, Spatial Magic had developed unprecedentedly. Unfortunately, not long after, all the information regarding this field was completely destroyed by the Hell Forces' frenzied retaliation. Only the manufacturing method for the Magic Scroll of the Fixed-point Magic Spatial Teleportation Gate survived.
The Worldstone is located within the city of Harrogath. From the Worldstone in the First World, you can Teleport to the Second World through the Worldstone here. However, the arrival point is not the Worldstone in the Second World, but the Rogue Encampment. This is why the Rogue Encampment is called the Main Base of the Diablo World.
From the Worldstone in the Second World, you can choose to Teleport to the Rogue Encampment in the Third World, or return to the Rogue Encampment in the First World. However, no one ever chooses to Teleport back to the First World, because that is a disgrace for an Adventurer. Not even returning for the shortest time is acceptable. A Hero who successfully challenges Baal's Clone must immediately depart for the Third World after preparing. In the brutal battles of the Third World, arriving even one second earlier could potentially save a precious life.
In the Third World, due to the interference of Demonic Power, it is impossible to Teleport back to the Second World. Therefore, once you step into the Third World, it means you can never return unless you drive away the Hell Forces.
However, no one ever hesitates, and no one ever regrets. They are battle-hardened warriors, their will like steel. They carry the hope of the entire Dark Continent...
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Akara quietly watched my departing back. "Fara, old man, aren't you tired of staying in Stealth?"
The space rippled, and a white-bearded old man walked out from within. If I had seen him, I would have been surprised to find that this old man was the same old Wizard I met in the Tavern who cast a soundproofing barrier.
"Heh heh~~ I didn't expect this Stealth Skill, born from Spatial Magic, to be seen through by you."
The white-bearded man showed no awareness of being a peeping tom, speaking with a natural expression.
"Aren't you afraid of being sucked into the Spatial Turbulence by using Spatial Spells that aren't truly mature yet?"
Akara snorted lightly, speaking to the old man without much politeness. Forget Spirit Cleansing Water, she didn't even let him sit down—it was this old man who made her Tent look so vulgar, causing her such embarrassment. Alas, her lifelong reputation!
"Don't say that, Akara. Even if you don't believe in my ability, you should believe in my character. With such a small probability, how could I possibly encounter it?"
The white-bearded old man, Fara, sat down without ceremony, picked up the Spirit Cleansing Water someone hadn't finished drinking, took a sip, and said shamelessly, "Akara, why does your Spirit Cleansing Water taste worse? Oh well, I'll reluctantly help you drink it, lest you poison other guests with it."
"Get out!"
Akara wished she could immediately kick this shameless old man out of the Tent.
"Honestly, Akara, why did you tell that young man all this? Did you discover something?"
Fara suddenly changed his playful demeanor and spoke seriously. He knew that Akara, who believed in the Great Eye, not only possessed the ability to see through people's hearts but was also highly proficient in Prophecy Art.
"I didn't see anything, didn't feel anything. Aside from the lies that were full of holes, which even a normal person could discern, that young man felt like a complete blur to me."
Akara lowered her head and sighed. "But the Great Eye told me two words."
"Which two words?" Hearing "Great Eye," Fara's expression turned serious. A prophecy directly from the Great Eye was absolutely infallible.
"Change."
"Change?"
"Yes, it's him. His appearance will bring change to our war. I don't know if this change will be good or bad for us, but according to reports from the front lines, the Hell Army's attacks are becoming more ferocious. We aren't getting enough reinforcements, and our warriors are already very tired. Can there be any worse news than this? So, I plan to take a gamble."
Akara pulled open the canvas door of the Tent, her pale eyes fixed on the gloomy Sky.
"Gambling that this young man can change the current situation, create hope for us, and that he will become a legend..."
"Hah... *Sneeze*!!!"
On the street, I let out a heavy sneeze—was someone thinking about me?
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Will I have to be like this from now on? After leaving Akara's Tent, I struggled internally. What I yearned for was a peaceful life. But thinking of the warriors who charged forward for the peace of the entire Dark Continent, the Heroes fighting bloody battles in the Third World, I felt deeply ashamed of my selfish thoughts. Without their effort, where would my own peace come from? A sense of responsibility I had never felt before weighed heavily on my heart, almost suffocating me.
As expected, I shouldn't have talked to Akara too deeply. I felt like I had spun a cocoon around myself. I had been pulled into this muddy water by Akara.
"Forget it, I'll take things one step at a time. I'll worry about future matters later."
I muttered to comfort myself, but I knew I had already fallen into this quagmire. It seemed my identity as an Emissary of Justice was almost certain. The only hope was that the Heroes in the Third World could display great Divine Skill and defeat the Hell Forces before I got stuck in the tedious mode of RPG Leveling, Looting, and Boss Killing. That would be a happy ending for everyone.
After clearing my thoughts, I looked around and realized I was lost...
Although the central Plaza wasn't very large, it was enough to confuse a Rookie like me for a while. What to do? Ask someone for directions? Everyone around was an Adventurer. Seeing their "don't come near me" expressions, I obediently gave up the idea. I'd better just look for myself slowly. I'm not the type to force myself on others, you know.
Anyway, this Plaza isn't big, and maybe I'll encounter a hidden event or a dying Esteemed Senior in some hidden corner, and get Treasured Weapons, Secret Manuals, or something. I was fantasizing wildly in my heart.
Thinking of this, I casually picked a secluded alley and ducked in.
Why a secluded alley? Ptooey, you don't even know this? Go read a few hundred Traditional Wuxia Novels and Modern Web Novels first!
I hadn't walked far when I heard a series of "ding ding ding" sounds ahead. I was overjoyed. Had I really activated Protagonist Mode? I immediately shivered my body, pretending to be gloomy and making an "I am the Boss" pose. Instantly, I felt a majestic Kingly Aura emanating from my body, filling the entire Land...
Unfortunately, no one saw it. Otherwise, hmph hmph, Subordinates and beauties would all be screaming and rushing towards me. I thought smugly, pinching my chin.
Huh?
Why did that series of "ding ding" sounds just disappear? My Divine Weapon, my Divine Skill!
Waking up from Protagonist Mode, I found that the sound had disappeared.
I quickly looked around and easily spotted a scorching Gaze shooting directly from the gap between the houses.
Following the Gaze, our eyes met for an instant, then became tightly intertwined, as if we had known and loved each other for thousands of years.
Of course, the last sentence was just my unilateral fantasy...
She had short golden hair. On her slightly flushed pretty face, there was a resolute Aura. Her facial lines were straight and graceful. Her thin lips must look cool when she smiled. Beneath her slender eyebrows were a pair of brown pupils. If these features appeared on a man, we would generally call him handsome and cool.
Unfortunately, she was a woman, so I could only describe her as heroic and beautiful.
Her body was very solid, but not the bulky, bodybuilding type. There was no sense of protruding muscles. Instead, she looked very well-proportioned, graceful, and elastic. It was a popular type of figure that was pleasing to the eye while also making you feel the astonishing explosive Strength contained within.
From any angle, her heroic spirit, combined with her perfect figure and well-defined pretty face, could be called a kind of harmony and perfection. Especially her Gaze, which was particularly bright. It seemed to burn with something called strength, yet it also carried a hint of faint sadness, a fatal attraction.
Just as a man's weathered Gaze can attract women, the sorrow in a woman's eyes can also easily evoke a man's pity.
Therefore, although she lacked a bit of feminine softness, in my mind, her appearance was enough to score very high, even enough to be a wife... But, but...
Why, why is this happening? My heart was filled with rage.
The woman opposite the gap was currently bending over, holding a large Hammer in her hand. This large Hammer was currently suspended in the air, as if frozen in place, because her Gaze had been deeply attracted by me.
Of course, I wasn't so idiotic as to actually think I had a Kingly Aura and had conquered her the moment it erupted. I still had that much self-awareness.
Another point of evidence was the look in her eyes as she looked at me, carrying a hint of pity. How to describe it? It was like the Gaze you'd have when you encounter an old man begging on the street, missing limbs, mentally unclear, covered in sores, and foaming at the mouth. You, overflowing with sympathy, look at him, wanting to step forward and throw Money into the plate in his hand, yet also afraid of catching some disease.
Of course, neither the large Hammer nor that Gaze or anything else was the main point. The biggest point was—she was bending over and leaning forward at this moment! This almost drove me crazy.
Why, why... Why was she already slightly squatting, bending over, and leaning forward, yet from my angle, she was still so tall?! Ahhh!
If you conducted a worldwide survey on the reasons for incompatibility between men and women, you would find that height would definitely be in the top ten.
Especially when the woman is much, much taller than the man. Whether it's due to the man's pathetic bit of self-esteem, or considering positions during sex, women who are too much taller than oneself are not suitable as partners. This contradiction is particularly prominent, especially when the woman also likes to wear high heels, and when having sex, likes to kiss while doing it.
So, although she was indeed good in my eyes, seeing her height, which could rival Yao Ming, and then looking at my 1.8-meter body, for the sake of a happy married life, I wisely removed her from the list of potential wives. Unless there was an Overnight Height Increase Pill or something that I could take for ten or eight years.
When I came back to my senses, I found she was still staring at me, still staring at me.
Stare at me again, and I'll... I'll...
*Cough*... Wrong line.
Stare at me again, and I'll... I'll stare back at you...
I also glared fiercely back at her. Unexpectedly, the effect was immediate. As if very scared, her seemingly tall body actually retreated slightly, shrinking her neck in fear, and hastily withdrew her Gaze. Her dodging and flickering movements actually revealed a hint of cute Aura.
Seeing her like this, I suddenly remembered a saying: the tough fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the simpleton.
Clearly, she belonged to the "tough" category, so she feared the "ruthless." And the "ruthless" had to fear the "simpleton." Thus, there was a clear Level gap between us. It was no wonder she was afraid of me, hoho~~
Wait, what am I happy about? This means I'm being seen as a simpleton, an idiot...
(end of chapter)