"The agreed time has passed, they have not come back yet, and they have failed again."

A sigh of loss sounded in a vibrant canyon. Deep in the canyon, a group of evil spirits filled the canyon. Well-equipped knights looked at the constantly changing and twisted space gap at the end of the canyon with any expectation.

"It is normal to fail. If we succeed, we can get rid of this world that is about to become purgatory."

"Is the world opposite really suitable for us to survive? We have all lost so many excellent companions and seniors."

"The Great Prophet said yes, but if we want to go to the new world, we have to pay the price of possible extermination."

"The Great Prophet..."

As soon as this title was released, no one questioned it, but there were still objections.

"Since you may be exterminated when you go to the new world, why not stay in your own world? The same ending, then I would rather sprinkle my blood in my hometown."

"When we go to another world, our tribe still has hope of continuing, but if we stay here, our tribe will definitely become monsters."

"How long has it been? Even historical books have no clear records. The hope of racial continuation has not been seen yet. We have only seen the deaths of one outstanding demon hunter after another."

Just as the team of knights were arguing and preparing to go back, there was a sudden violent turmoil in the space and space. Just as the group of knights looked back, the silver light burst out from it and shot into the sky.

Suddenly, a silver meteor passed by in the sky covered by dim light, and the gloomy and ominous aura in the sky was blown away. A silver track lasted for a long time, causing countless ominous monsters to stare.

"What is that? So terrible."

Among the rivers, among the mountains, and above the abandoned villages, strange and evil spirits felt the dissipating aura of light and couldn't help but tremble.

"sucker Punch."

In the valley full of blood and stench, a pair of yellow and blood-filled pupils opened, looking at the light tracks in the sky, staring at the moment, then slowly closed them.

The silver light alarmed in this world full of silence and ominousness, but no matter which side, it was impossible to check the final disappearance of the light. This was a force that they could not reach, and came from a higher level.

In Sara town, a young man who had lost his breath not long ago opened his eyes again. A silver light flashed in his eyes for a moment. His originally dark brown pupils were occupied by black and yellow, but this change in pupil color would basically not be discovered if he was not close to him.

"waste!"

A wisp of soul that occupied the boy's body swept through the remaining memories of the boy and made disdainful comments.

A teenager named Geralt was born in a slum in Sara town. He was from a poor family, malnourished and thin since childhood, and has always been the target of bullying.

When his parents died in an accident, the young man Geralt was bullied more. Sometimes, not only did the fruits of his labor during the day were snatched, but he might be dragged over for no reason while walking, and be treated as a meat bag to vent his emotions.

Because of his congenital weakness and the fact that he had encountered this kind of bullying since childhood, Geralt developed a cowardly character of obedience, which led to his being beaten to death by a group of drunken gangsters today, with the cause of death being internal bleeding.

"A cowardly life with meaningless meaning."

Under the control of Diapolo's soul-dividing power, the body that had lost some time began to re-operate, and the heart that had stopped beating began to work again.

But when Diapolo completely took over the body and stood up from the cold couch, the re-operated body tissue accurately reported the pain everywhere in the body to the brain.

Then, a dense layer of cold sweat suddenly oozed out of the boy named Geralt's body, which was painful. Although the will to control this body now surpassed the ordinary, the body's instinctive reaction was temporarily uncontrollable.

"Gealot, is the greatest significance of your survival to this day to prepare me with this broken body and this name?"

Diapolo looked around at the low and dilapidated he was in at this time, and used the bare walls to describe it as a dilapidated wooden house, because this dilapidated house did not even have a complete wall.

"I have accepted your name and your cause and effect. I will vent your anger for thirteen years."

It seemed that he was talking to himself, and that he was communicating with Geralt's remaining obsession, but after saying these few words, Diapolo's control over this body became deeper.

Then, Diapolo began to repair the damage to his body with his near-god control, but this body has been malnourished since childhood and basically has no fat reserves.

Diapolo just repaired the internal organs of the body, and the body became skinny and bone-skinned. He no longer needed wind, and it seemed that he would fall down at any time.

"trouble."

The boy muttered and began to look for everything that could fill his stomach in the room, and then found two black breads that could be used as bricks.

Dong!

Diapolo knocked on his bed with one of the black bread, and with a crisp sound, one of his bed was knocked off.

“…”

Without saying a word, Diapolo took two pieces of rye bread and left the house to find food. Obviously, this thing is not something that people should eat.

With Geralt's remaining memory, Diapolo found the only tavern in the slum for people to enjoy. The location can be seen from the location of the tavern.

So, when Diapolo walked inside, an indescribable smell hit her face. However, the physical condition that Diapolo controls now is not a time to be picky.

"Oh, Geralt, he's pretty strong. He's beaten like this by us. He's still here to drink?"

However, as soon as Diapolo walked into the tavern, he was stopped by a thin and drunk young man. At the table where the young man sat, four young men looked at him, looking at him as if he was watching the show.

"I don't think your body looks like you can drink alcohol. Give me the money for the alcohol."

"You guys did this injury?"

Diapolo looked down at himself. There were large areas of bruises and scars on the visible parts of his body.

"Otherwise? You were beaten to death and you didn't remember this anymore. Haha, I'll help you recall it again!"
Chapter completed!