Another: Memory of Another World

Ch. 33 Woeful victories

The orge was eventually overthrown. With his status as a high-leveled monster, everyone gained considerable experience for leveling up several times. I myself directly jumped 30 levels from level 9. Obviously this surprised me. Although the effect was not so significant to me, however, to others this was like the sun rising from the west. Steve, Arthur, Percival, and the others could only go silent in silence. Each of them had at least entered the 40s level, with the highest Saga reaching level 51. Still the strongest.

Of course, all of this happened because they were basically chosen humans who had talent. Otherwise, the highest point they could reach might only be 31-35. The limitation itself will be eliminated if a person contracts with a particular entity.

Such incredible levels of ups also had an impact on their appearance. Swordsmen like Arthur, Saga, and Percival became a little bigger. Remains proportional but fulfills power, like a well-forged weapon. Sigur became much larger as the Barbarian in general. Women also get a plus on their appearance, like an angel who comes down from heaven. Yes, that phrase is not too exaggerated. Noril, experienced something similar with Arthur. Steve himself looked a few years younger. His body was slender because his main skill was an archer. While I'm alone, I don't know. There's no mirror here. But the girls' views on you changed a little.

For his own strength. Level 41 had an attack power of at least 500 megatons without skill. The power can be even stronger when using skills such as [Mana Burst] and magic buff. True, the only reason why this world has not been destroyed is that it is a law that suppresses the effects of mana use to a certain point only. Even if magic equivalent to a Neutron star was used, the blast area might only be up to a few kilometers, depending on the user's ability. It's a little complicated. After all magic itself is like a hack in the system.

Therefore, I felt a little free, and all-out when using my abilities. Ah, the maximum limit of my current skill is only 600-700 kilometers.

Actually, the situation is in a frenzy right now, but I don't want to explain it. The biggest one is Percival.

After everything had subsided, we went to various areas to clear the remaining Goblins and loot all the items. There wasn't much to take from the goblins, so I enjoyed their killing time. Back in the storage room, we wrapped all the gold, silver, and a little magic items in some large cloth. Then we visited a room filled with corpses, to check the eggs on the throne, only to be surprised by the disappearance of the eggs. Everything can only be quiet for a moment. Speculation runs through our heads, but that's all. And, for what happened earlier, they chose to leave Hiiro's corpse in this place.

I didn't comment anything, but I made a note to visit this place later.

"Finally we can go home!" percival said excitedly.

"Heh, haven't we rested long enough in the dream world?" chirps Arthur.

"He-he-he, that's different. How could I possibly rest in peace around "He"?" Percival clicked his tongue.

Everyone laughed a little, though we agreed. No, maybe the only person who could relax around Ren was just the Night Watcher. Yeah, it depends on Ren too. To me, he can be very toxic and calm at the same time.

Well, more important than that. I have to prepare my own mental. Every time I put my feet up, my heart beats hard. Until I felt my heart rate might break through 200 points. No, maybe that's too much.

"What's going on?"

That statement seemed to jolt me back to reality.

"Flame of blood and...!"

We immediately ran towards the village filled with anxiety. And when I got there, I could only be quiet...

The unique wooden building is now unrecognizable. The tall tower I used to occupy has collapsed. The smell of metallic fishy as if piercing our brains to the crown. The smiles of those passing by were now replaced by the growls of beasts.

"What-what's going on...?" Arthia fell on her knee, not believing what her eyes were showing.

In fact, it's not just him. We all feel the same feeling. We may not have been out of the dream world. We may not have fully woken up. We might still be trapped in the underground goblin cave... …………………

"Mirror…"

The call sounded silly. I ignored them, raised my right leg, and entered the area within the village.

Shadows suddenly formed at the end of my eyes, people wearing leather armor were chatting with their comrades next to the shattered tower. The other shadow formed children who were running around with wide smiles, without the slightest burden. Then the women who came and went carried baskets filled with vegetables. The villagers that I recognize arise one after another. Seeing me. Smiled at. Before it finally disappeared.

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"I was about to get mad at him, and yet, he was much more lost than I was."

"Right, no matter what, he's still a kid."

Everyone fell silent, watching only the little boy who stepped among the ruins in silence. No one stopped him, whether it was the adults there or the beasts in front of him. Like a man who pays his last respects to those who are gone.

"Let's go."

Following their leader, everyone entered the ruins of the village that they had stopped by for a long time.

It was not long before the Crimson Vortex, but their smiles would always be imprinted in memory.

For Steve himself, this village is a worthless place. Every house that stood, every moss in grew, and every inhabitant that existed, nothing was much more valuable than all that. Too bad, he had to see it all disappear in his old days.

Maybe I should retire and enjoy my old day //That sentence is in his mind.

Antares surrounds the village in hopes of finding one or two survivors, though he feels no one with his sense of perception. While everyone just followed him in silence.

No sobs, no screams, no lamentations. Only silence never ends.

Antares came to his doorstep. There was not much left of the wooden house. The building he used to live in seemed to turn into a haunted house filled with blood stains and silence. The child took a deep breath, then entered through the half-destroyed door.

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(connecting.).

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