Another: Memory of Another World

Ch. 8 Dawn

A day had passed since the battle with the Goblin horde. The injured guards were already able to move again, mostly. The entire population had already returned from the underground cavern. And now they are burying those who died bravely.

Steve, Eru, and other villagers stand in front of 27 wet tombs on a hill. Their names were engraved in gravestones in multifaceted forms, as if taken from the banks of a river. The sound of sobbing was heard very clearly in the silence. His children were abandoned by his father. The wife mourned the departure of her husband. A brother who can no longer talk. And a fellow who will never meet again. Everyone looked down to say goodbye for the time.

This kind of incident has often happened, to the point where the funeral ceremony can no longer calm the living heart. As a result, now those who died were only delivered with a gloomy face and silence.

After that everyone would go one after another, with their heads bowed, or occasionally look back. But their steps did not slow down one bit.

No doubt, humans are weak creatures. They do not have strong scales or sturdy bodies, nor do they have claws on their fingers or eyes to see in the dark. Their skin cannot change color or have natural features like other species. Without sufficient strength, you will only become prey in this cruel world. Everyone knows that fact. But not everyone can be strong. What power, those who are weak end up attracted to those who are strong like moths who are attracted to fire.

However, the strong man was not necessarily a saint, sometimes they were nothing more than wolves wearing lambskin. As the wise say, there are two kinds of rulers in the world - monsters that can control themselves. While the second is a pervert who disguises himself as a savior.

Of course the world is fair. Everyone has their own limits and everyone has an equal chance of going beyond them.

Steve looked at those people with a flat expression. He had attended thousands of funerals during his life, leaving his heart numb. Moreover, after the battle was over now left the piled up work. He would rather focus on the next problem than contemplate the calamities of the past, no, he would have to do it to survive.

Most monsters were attracted by the smell of blood, even goblin blood. If not handled properly, there will be more burials in the future, where the buried body may not be fully intact. And perhaps, no one will cry over their departure.

"Wouldn't it be better to take a short break, Grandpa? The wounds on your body haven't completely dried up." One of the guards finally dared to speak after arriving at the foot of the hill.

Steve stopped, looking to his left and right. People started to spread out, back to their homes. Some will return to their pending work. Grandpa and 30 others.

"Without the boy, I couldn't sleep quietly." Steve said with a serious face.

"Ah." It was the reaction of everyone who felt dislike for Steve's comments, but also admitted it. It's true, everyone is relying too much on Steve and Antares.

"Don't worry about it, we're strong enough to deal with some Orcs and magical beasts." Said one of the guards while hitting his chest with a fist.

"That's right, we can also use talent!" Called another guard.

"You can't even use the techniques a 10-year-old learns, so arrogant!"

It not only pierced the hearts of the guards, but also their ears.

Steve immediately went to the North post regardless of the people. While the guards could only follow the grandfather obediently behind him. It didn't take long to get there, with a bloody view that could be recognized from a distance. Blood, corpses and various types of weapons that had been severely damaged. Of course it was a weapon that the Goblins used.

The people who were cleaning the place paused to say hello to Steve. Although his attitude is somewhat indifferent, for the villagers Steve is a hero. Steve gave his greetings back to the workers lightly, then focused his attention on the thicket for a while.

While the guards did not bother Steve, they instead chose to move the goblin's corpse into the cart.

It does not take time for a pack of wild wolves to observe this place, because of their close habitat. Usually only those who are old or injured come here, but even they can still injure the population. Especially if it comes in large numbers. Luckily, their age and injuries gave the wolves a little lesson, so they wouldn't move unless they were confident they could win. Steve's presence here, it's more than enough to hold them.

In short, Steve had to keep silent this post all day, or be replaced with someone who is equally strong.

Thanks to the battle last night, many guards leveled up. They broke through level 4 instantly leveling up to level 8. Steve himself reached level 11. So basically, there are some people who are as strong as Steve a few days ago, but they will not be able to face monsters like the Barbarian Goblin. Therefore, Steve had to push himself a little, at least until the child could move back.

And so it was, 3 Days passed by just like that.

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I slept very well without a dream. It was like drowning in darkness. When I wake up, my body feels sore all the way up to a little movement will make a loud cracking sound.

The first thing that came into my view was a red tiled ceiling supported by pieces of wooden beams. The cupboards and shelves in the corner of the room were walled in wood, while the smell of mashed herbs tickled my nose. More than that, I could feel the warmth that was not from my blanket gently touching my skin. Opening the white blanket that covered half my body, I could see it. A soft, silky white object that is a dream of many men.

He slept right next to me with minimal protection, as if giving me an invitation. The thought of 'touching' him' momentarily flashed through my head for puzzling reasons. Not only that, I was also curious about the shape and softness of the part below.

His body is slim but not thin. Her slender arms contained only excessive lean muscle, a blue-dark circular tattoo and white detail on her shoulder as if to be the perfect piece of jewelry. Long black-purple hair decomposes on the mattress. Not forgetting the sound of his breathing while asleep was like a spell that hypnotized people.

*deg! The deg! DEG! *

Gulp...

I want to touch it... He's not angry.. Heh, I don't think so...

When he saw the face of the girl, all that intention seemed to evaporate just like that.

"More..."

Even in her teenage form, Ren is still the most beautiful jewel. Yet all the passions accumulated within my body instantly turned into different energies. This is one of the costs of being his servant. Basically, it was almost impossible for me to have excessive sexual-oriented lust or desire except with my 'wife' because of that price. That means Ren is not sleeping completely and is reflecting me with magic or certain skills.

I can only breathe heavily.

I'll get out of bed immediately. The movement made the wound in my chest a little painful which made the corner of my mouth twitch. For a moment, my memories of fighting with that herd of Goblins flowed like a waterfall that hit my head. To be honest, I really wanted a system in the world so I could see the new skills I had.

<< User Interface Activated >>

Ohh!! oh. uh..?

"Of course I can do it." A distinctive soft and somewhat shrill voice sounded from behind me.

Sitting there, I could see Ren still in his female form, propping his head with both knees, while his hands were embracing forward. Her hair that was allowed to break down was like a refinement of that appearance. I could clearly see a bright blue tattoo on his right ankle.

"Ren, don't tell me this system is yours? but why now?"

"You haven't asked for it since then." He said with a gentle smile on his face.

I think you can read my mind. Should I say something embarrassing like that to you? , Not seeing what you have been doing all this time, maybe that is the best answer I can think of. Also, I still haven't forgotten how you took all the cards from [World Memory] except Steve! Lucky I can still use [Firestorm]! I felt like the whole expression was falling out of my face.

"Open User Interface."

<< User Status

Name: Antares Oliviera

age :11 years

Race : Human

Nickname: *Nightwatcher *Astera Village Protector *Hero *Heroy of the Dream God

Job/class :

guard (lv 1)

the Watcher (5)

the Fighter (Lv 2)

the Weapon Master (lv 5)

elementalist (lv 1)

Stat :

strength - 14

the Vitality: 14

dexterity - 14

where is 14

intellect - 10

Special Skill :

the World Memory

the Variabell Collapse

Active Skill :

the Mana Burst

firestorm

hell Flame's

the Wind of Decay

the Way of Cut

Art :

the Heart Break (new)

the Shield of Faith (new)

the Persona (new)

dash (new)

Passive skills

the Sword Affinity (new)

thought Acceleration (new)

mind Eyes (new)

- Detect Presence

the Dark Vision

- Natural Body

>>

I seem to have gained a lot of new skills. It still did not include the card from [World Memory]. Maybe I should start wandering around to get a card from a much stronger character. Ah, soon there will be war, it should be 3 months, right in the first month of winter. I can start from there. Heh, I wonder how strong the 7 knights of Isyin are.

The new time runs one to two seconds when all those thoughts are processed in my brain. Before, I could take up to 10 seconds to complete my imagination. With my habit of wandering around, a skill like [Thought Acceleration] is a savior.

Ren remained silent for that long, but I can still guess his thoughts, "whatever your plans I'll make sure you take pains, hehe."