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In a gray and hazy dim room, the light coming from the outside is completely blocked by the curtains, leaving a silent, dim light and shadow floating in the room that cannot confirm the time.

I don't know when, I woke up, kept sitting up, and rubbed my temples for a long time.

I don't have the same feeling of supreme joy as before when I woke up after ten years of lonely cultivation. My head... hurts a little.

Perhaps this decade has passed by in a flash, and I haven’t had time to taste loneliness.

Or...that inexplicable dream.

I can't describe it well in words. I am no longer inexplicably sad like before. I can't help but cry in my dreams, which makes the girls worry.

However, it was not a dream to be happy about. The words in the dream still kept echoing in my mind, as if it was the noise of strangers coming from nowhere, which was unpleasant.

But a certain part of my heart seems to be strongly resonating with this strange and irritating voice. It is probably because of this that it keeps echoing in my mind. This kind of thing is not even affected by what I like or hate.

The feeling of control is even more unsettling.

What a bad morning.

He rubbed his face fiercely, jumped out of bed, and opened the heavy curtains. The dazzling sunlight immediately poured in. His eyes, accustomed to darkness, burst into flames, and he couldn't help but put his hand between his eyebrows.

The weather is nice, and it’s a good time to change jobs.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little happier, and I heard the undisguised footsteps approaching. The only people who would come to my room at this time were Tamoya and Lena. This voice and this pace should undoubtedly be Lord Martial Emperor. If it is

Lena should be more gentle and gentle, rather than such a majestic and refreshing pace.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, there was a knock on the door, and then the voice of Emperor Wu came.

"Xiong Ta, are you up?"

"Ah, come in."

With a creak, Tamoya opened the door unceremoniously and entered. When she saw me still wearing pajamas and standing by the window basking in the sun, she showed a beautiful smile that was more dazzling than the rising sun outside the window.

"If you want to bask in the sun, it's not too late to finish breakfast. Besides, it will be more comfortable outside than in the room and you can smell the sun."

Faced with Lord Wu Emperor's warm invitation, I gladly accepted it. After breakfast, I planned to take a walk around the camp.

This can be regarded as the last remembrance of an ordinary person. To observe the camp in the real world from an ordinary person's perspective and angle is something that has never happened before. After all, he has changed jobs just after time travel and followed La

They came to the camp.

Although it does not have any practical significance, I am not an observer of human society. If I change my perspective, I will have new thinking, new discoveries, and provide new management suggestions for Akala.

But I'm sorry, I just like to do some meaningless things that are just for the sake of freshness. The savior is not saving the world every moment every day. He has to take a break and fish for fun, right.

However, maybe this time, I rested a little too long and my fists were already itchy.

If this sentence is placed in the hero, it will be a clear flag. It is the author's crazy hint to the readers, wait and see, the protagonist is going to start to show off and kill everyone. Everyone, sit quietly and just call 666 later.

so.

It's a pity that after changing my job, I'm still a weakling. I'll leave the killing to others for later, that is, to the level of a reckless husband who goes back to the Holy See and lives and dies with the girls.

However, with my reputation, if I don’t wear my cloak properly, I’d better wear a few more pieces, especially a hat, and cover it with more weight. If the wind blows it off and my identity is exposed at an unexpected time, it will definitely be a disaster.

It's not really a surprise scene.

In fact, I should stay at home and wait until the job transfer ceremony is ready, and then go to the job transfer under the escort of Akara. This is the safest way. As an older person,

I think I should be calmer.

Going out, firstly, there is the risk of being exposed, and secondly, Belial's assassins might be waiting for an opportunity. Of course, this possibility is very small. After all, only Akara and Lena in the entire camp know about my return.

Besides, isn't there a good guard around her? With Emperor Wu's current strength, she is already invincible in the first world. Even if the Seven Giants come to kill her, she can still hold on for a while. After all, the first world is not so good for the strong.

I can only say that the human sea tactic is very effective. One kills one, two kills a pair, seven come, then the Dark Continent can declare this continuous war tonight.

After thousands of years of hell invasion war, the alliance won and nothing happened without me as the savior.

Thinking about it this way, I kind of expected that the Big Seven would come together to cause trouble. Unfortunately, this was just a delusion.

Tamoya is helping me tie the knot of my cloak. Her slender white hands are skillfully tying a beautiful smooth knot on her chest. In fact, I can just do it myself and don’t even look at what one of my nicknames is. Whose cloak is it?

Being familiar with me is not something to be particularly proud of.

However, Mr. Emperor Wu insisted on helping me, and even talked about bear towers and other things. He was careless. If the cloak fell off without knotting it, it would be bad and his identity was exposed. Instead, he insisted on serving me with the thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness of a maid.

Put on the cloak, carefully smooth out the wrinkles for me, put on the wide hat to cover my face, straighten the collar, and tie the knot.

So what, I want to ask if you can buy maids with krypton gold in this game? Yes, you can exchange them. I can use two, one white and one purple, or two yellow ones, to exchange for the one in front of me.

"By the way, where's Lena?" Tamoya served her so attentively, and her deep purple-blue eyes revealed a hint of tenderness, so that even a thousand-year-old man like me was a little embarrassed, and my face turned pale.

It was hot, so I quickly found a topic.

"She went to prepare for the ceremony early in the morning. Before dawn, she said that it was a pity that she couldn't wake her brother up in person today. From the first step out of the room, she kept thinking until

Set off."

"Is it that exaggerated?" I laughed guiltily, my mind was full of Lena's good morning kisses, good morning kisses and so on. It was absolutely true. It was a pity to miss it.

"Is it a pity for Xiong Ta?" Those bright eyes suddenly raised, as if they could see through people's hearts, and the master asked suddenly.

"No...nothing!" I choked out, my heart almost jumping out of my throat in fear.

"Actually, given the relationship between Xiong Ta and Lena, it's okay to think so. There is no need to hide it, but it will make people feel weird."

"Yes...really? That seems to make sense."

Is it my imagination? The frenulum... seems to be tied tightly, a bit... a bit strangled, making me breathless. Did I accidentally choose the wrong branch?

Fortunately, I let go immediately.

"That's it, it's a perfect disguise."

"That's great, thank you Tamoya."

Seeing Tamoya's finished look, I couldn't bear to be disappointed. Is it any different from before? Isn't this just my old habit of dressing up? Could it be that from the past, I don't know when, I have been a master of disguise?

If I have to say there is any difference, it is the black and gray and black gray and gray black and half gray and half black and both gray and black that I like, turned into purple, uh... big purple cloak?

Why is it purple? This question lingered in my mind for a long time, and I couldn't find a chance to ask. It was probably to hide my identity. After all, the fashionable cloak man who led the cloak trend in the past would never wear a gay purple.

, has nothing to do with becoming obsolete, but has become the color of the issue of perversion.

Yes, as a senior cape lover, I am very picky about color. If I have to describe it in one sentence, it is either black or gray. Only such a picky color can match my hair color and eye color.

, perfectly blended together, like a green caterpillar lying on a green leaf, inconspicuous, passing by thousands of people without even noticing, very strong, and can be called the strongest mortal and the strongest passerby.

Sorry for getting off topic, I am so passionate about cloaks that I accidentally thought about so many boring things.

"Actually, even if I don't wear a cloak, probably... no one would be able to recognize the bear tower." Tamoya muttered something in a low voice. I was so intoxicated in the fantasy of the cloak that I didn't hear it clearly. I looked at her with a puzzled expression and raised my ears.

"No, it's nothing, I mean the cloak fits the Bear Tower perfectly."

"That's right, if it's right, it's like meat porridge with coriander, perfect."

"Seeing Xiong Ta in such high spirits makes me feel relieved."

Hey, don’t you want to complain? Do you really don’t want to complain? It’s rare for me to perform so well. This is full of joy that I have completely escaped the shackles of the testing world.

"Let's go."

"Oh!" I responded expectantly, staring at Tamoya closely.

"It's not that I don't want to go shopping side by side with you, Tamoya, but you are also very well-known in the camp."

"I don't need Bear Tower to remind me. I will keep a certain distance."

For some reason, Tamoya seemed a little unhappy. The bear-man princess who used to have a straightforward personality and would not hide anything on her mind has now become elusive. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? But the cheek

The slightly bulging look is very cute.

Immediately, bathed in the morning sun on the grassland, he left home and walked through the streets and alleys of Rogge Camp.

First of all, I want to explain that although the Rogge camp in the test world is not as dilapidated as when I first came to the Dark Continent, it has not kept up with the trend of the times. It is probably what it looked like five or six years ago. I mean

is time in the real world.

As the administrative center of the alliance, this place is constantly absorbing the outside population. Five or six years is enough to produce huge changes. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is changing with each passing day.

Therefore, the current camp is still quite novel to me. Of course, novelty also means unfamiliarity. In reality, I regard the camp as the most important home. I have lived here with the girls for the longest time, and then in the testing world,

I have also stayed in the camp all year round. For me, I can give a reasonable explanation for this strange feeling, but I cannot accept it emotionally. It makes me feel slightly betrayed and unreasonable.

I regard you as my important home, but you make me feel so strange?

However, the fear and uneasiness I felt yesterday have completely disappeared. Perhaps it is because I know that the test world has disappeared and will not return to the familiar world of silence and loneliness. Since there is no way to go back, why not be bold?

Keep going, after all, there are only girls I love in this world.

Tightening my cloak and hat, I put aside all the distracting thoughts in my mind and focused on shopping.

The road is much wider, there are many more people, and there are many more tents on both sides.

In a daze, I felt like I had returned to the original world. However, I had almost forgotten what the original world was like. I only retained a very vague impression. I even had no idea what role I played in the original world.

I can’t remember, time is such an important thing, and I can more and more empathize with the sentence “eternity is wrong” in the white dream, and how profound the understanding is.
To be continued...