"Hey, long time no see. How are you doing?"

Serekia steeled herself and tried her best to look cool and greet Zhanshen. After all, she didn't want to show her negative emotions in front of her juniors.

"Long-separated greetings, Eubitilia Pavilion

Next, thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Better than ever... Zhanshen held his sword and saluted while observing his benefactor and guide—

With a simple knight's outfit and passionate flaming red hair, he placed a one-handed sword aside in a cool manner, and looked at Zhan Shen with an elegant and heroic smile.

There is no lack of tolerance and gratification for the younger generations in his smile.

But maybe it's because Serekia is not a person who is good at concealing things, so with Zhanshen's improved intuition, her appearance now always looks a bit forced and cheerful compared to the person in Zangshen's memory.

...Sure enough, the relationship between Lord Eubitilia and Lord Estreich cannot be as simple as acting as rivals.

Just when Zhanshen's heart was not so peaceful, Serekia smiled, and while inviting Zhanshen to do it, she said happily:

"Yes, you are completely different from the one I just met. You can see that you have regained your fighting spirit - have you encountered any good things in these years?"

"Yes, thanks to Your Excellency Eubitilia's suggestion, I finally found a clue that can make my long-cherished wish come true."

"Haha, excuse me, Your Excellency. I am still not very used to this kind of honorific, and we are not strangers."

Serekia waved her hands generously and said with a seemingly relaxed smile:

"Just call me by my first name, or sister, ma'am...then what? Did I mention anything to you? I remember I never taught you swordsmanship?"

Serekia felt that she might have forgotten some details after too long, and the topic between him and Zhanshen was subtly out of sync.

But when it comes to "pointing out", she feels that it should be about swordsmanship. She thinks that this is her specialty.

"No, it's not...I found a clue to Lord Cavendish."

Zhanshen explained hesitantly:

"I remember you said that it is impossible to reverse time, turn back the river of destiny, and completely restart world history based on your knowledge alone.

But, didn’t you also say so at the end?——[If you must say it, there might be a guy named Gisforgo who might be able to do it].”

"Wait, that's..."

That was self-destruction in a certain sense, and it was a completely irresponsible joke and ridicule - Serekia couldn't say it now.

"Then, with this last glimmer of hope, I came to the Court of Death..."

Serekia wisely chose to remain silent, so as not to destroy the last hope of a good young man.

"When I saw the portrait of Lord Cavendish in the teleportation hall, I almost fell into despair.

But in the end I still choose to believe you, I believe you will not make innocent jokes about a dead person to fool people like me..."

"..."

Serekia apologized silently in her heart.

"Then, I decided to visit several other adults from the original generation one by one to seek the truth.

At that time, I believed that as long as I explained the situation and persisted to the end, someone would definitely tell me the truth.

Now that I think about it, I feel really shameless..."

No wonder I remember that there was a period of time when everyone was teasing themselves in the group about picking up "a man with deep resentment" and "a persistent child". It turned out to be because of you - Serekia sighed helplessly in her heart.

.

"In the end, my shamelessness did pay off.

I learned the news from Lord Altair that [Lord Cavendish will return sooner or later], and I took this as the last straw and hold on to it tightly to this day."

Although Altair’s original words were——

[I sincerely expect it to fall into eternal silence, but unfortunately, its tenacity is undeniable, and its return is inevitable. 】

But Zhanshen still omits a lot of unnecessary details in places like this.

"Ha...that's right. It's true. If you have hope, you should hold it firmly in your hands."

Serekia tried her best to prevent her image of a "reliable senior" from collapsing because of this dark history, but for a moment she felt extremely lonely and ashamed.

Because she had just subconsciously compared her own experience with his tragedy in front of her, and then her anxious mood was calmed down because of other people's tragedies.

...This feeling is simply terrible.

Serekia scolded herself in her heart. Perhaps out of a sense of apology and compensation, Serekia decided to do her best to help Zhanshen and agreed to his request.

"So, God-Slaying Brother, do you want me to help you convince Cavendish when you come to me this time? Then I can take you to him..."

"No, that's not the case." Zhan Shen shook his head seriously, who revealed his true intention:

"I came to you to ask you to be the leader, issue the mission of extermination of other worlds, and lead the people gathered in the death courtyard to destroy my home world."

"..."

Silence fell, and for a while Serekia even forgot to put on her usual smile.

The breath of flames that makes people depressive, respectful and fearful once again overflows into the air:

"You can explain it to me in detail, God-killing."

…·…·…

When the young man with black hair and black eyes opened his eyes from his five-hundred-year petrified sleep, the world had become something he didn't recognize.

First of all, human beings have been completely extinct and have become illustrated knowledge that can only appear in history books.

Those who have returned to rule the world are demi-humans, dragons, orcs and other demi-human races that existed before but were marginalized by the human empire.

But even though he nominally ruled the world, the world at this time also changed drastically and ushered in the end.

The entire planet and the five continents where civilization once existed were all eroded by deformed monsters that only knew how to destroy. Every area on the land and ocean was devoid of life except for them.

The only remaining civilized races rely on the lost human magic technology to lift land masses into the sky and build the last fortress of civilization - floating islands.

But just to save this last trace of fire is already a great effort.

As the last human being to be resurrected in this era, the boy with black hair and black eyes looked at this strange yet familiar world with confusion and despair.

Recalling his companions who were laughing and playing together "yesterday", recalling his younger brothers and sisters who smiled and waved goodbye to him "a few days ago" in front of the orphanage, and recalled the familiar faces on the street...

Everything from the past was buried together with the monsters in the desolate land below. At this moment, the black-haired boy did not feel that he was the only human being in this era, but an undead from five hundred years ago.
Chapter completed!