Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 405 The Eternal One’s Ramblings
The illusion was fleeting, and when it was shattered, the Archmage had just repaired the guiding stone.

This is the node of the large-scale anti-chaos array laid out by Caledor Dragon Tamer in the "Catastrophe" based on some kind of magic node. Lynch can directly tell that this is the spiritual vein node.

Thousands of Waystones are scattered around the world, sending magical winds from everywhere into the "Maelstrom", the center of Ulthuan.

There magic will be sent back to the poles, and only the creatures of Chaos will think that the flourishing of magic is a good thing.

After covering the temple, the two retreated from it. Although it was possible to achieve a spatial leap by relying on the guide stone, no normal person would be willing to do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

The wind of magic gradually fell into calm, and Lynch's figure became increasingly blurry.

By the time he returns to the convoy, only the ignorant talk of humans can vaguely reveal a "monster in flames."

After the setting sun took away the last ray of light, Eugen was still driving the carriage forward.

Except that it was a little darker, he couldn't tell the specific time. This guy probably thought it was not night yet.

The convoy at the rear did not dare to be left behind, so they had to brave the darkness and move forward in fear and shock.

The caravan guards counted the number of carriages from time to time, and there were several oil lamps emitting light.

No one expected that there would suddenly be a few carriages or a few lights.

Of course, people were more afraid of counting too many cars. No one was sure whether there would be anything human-like sneaking into the convoy at this time.

Lynch can give you the answer—yes, and a lot more.

He was not surprised at all when he heard some people's voices getting fainter the more they counted the numbers.

Panic is about to overflow from mortals, and they are not sure whether the people around them are still human.

Even though they have the same look and voice, and the same temperament as before.

Lin Qi glanced behind him. He could only hope that everyone would have a good time and not lose their lives in a trivial game of hide-and-seek.

Just a group of forest spirits.

The vast forest occupies almost 80% of the empire's territory. Humans use trees to build houses and sailboats, and obtain food from the forest to satisfy their hunger.

This will of course cause dissatisfaction among some things in the forest, even if the Lord of the Wild has acquiesced to the development of civilization.

Many Imperial people will reveal their complaints about this land in casual exchanges. It seems that every Imperial person believes that this land itself is fighting against the development of the Empire.

The dangers within the empire are no less dangerous than those outside. Perhaps there is an ancient rock dragon sleeping under a secluded countryside somewhere, and the mountains surrounding the town are not necessarily dead.

At least Lynch could be sure that he was walking over an ancient dragon lizard that had slept to death, and the horse was ignorantly trampling on the road built by the monster.

So far, the empire still exists and is becoming more and more stable, which can already show that human beings are capable of dealing with the evil from the environment.

The road in the forest becomes increasingly steep, and hares and deer pass by from time to time in the dim bushes, as well as colubrids that have just woken up from hibernation chasing gray mice.

Everything in the dense forest looks the same, and ordinary people who lack reference points can easily get tired from it and regard a short distance of a few hundred meters as a thousand miles.

Not long after moving from his previous position, Eugen began to secretly seek time. His mechanical watch broke down at sea, and the twists and turns on the road left him no chance to replenish the supplies that civilized people should have.

The tired neighing of the horse gave Eugen an excuse to rest. He looked at the dark shadows of the trees around the carriage and the grass higher than his shoulders, and couldn't help but shudder. This is obviously not a good place to rest.

The dwarf disdained Eugen's timidity, took the lantern and got out of the car with the hay basket, and found that the caravan stopped in front of him also began to take a brief rest.

Without exception, each team gathered their own people to conduct an inventory.

Mussel still feels sick.

He was supposed to be the only proud man who could indulge in this world and enjoy the knowledge and skills brought by advanced civilization.

He should have been the only one, it would have been nice if there was only one time traveler in the world, because the protagonist only needed one.

Marilyn Castle, a neutral human whose skin is more delicate than that of an elf, is sitting on a throne made of beauty skin and skeleton, looking at the dance in the distance in the villa with disdain.

These "similar people" who desecrated his existence are still intoxicated in singing and dancing. This is what they deserve. They should be played by Mussel's tricks like slaves. This is not enough. They must be reduced to mindless puppets. From soul to body, everything is shattered into ambiguous foam.

Only in this way can they make up for the impact that their presence in this world had on Mussel's transcendent status.

If two tigers appear in the forest, then the tiger is no longer the only overlord.

He felt sick at the thought of the possibility of being recognized for his deeds by his "kind".

He doesn't want to learn magic, because every wizard can master magic. If possible, he would rather become the most unique among wizards, transcend the iron laws that restrict mortals, and have abilities that others cannot have.

He doesn't want to learn fighting skills, which everyone can do, which would lower his status.

The darling of the world should be unique, unique from start to finish.

Mussel felt nauseous again, and he felt like vomiting when he thought that there were many "similar people" in the world.

There is no dirtier truth than this.

If he were alone, his personal legend would be of greater significance and more interesting than anything else in the world.

But now there are many, which reminds him of the world in his previous life, where he was just an ordinary ant, no one cared about his opinion, and his will could not influence others.

He can only break things at hand when he is angry, have to avoid valuables, and watch things develop in a way he does not want.

It was different now. Ever since he heard that voice, he had transcended the world.

He should be the one in a billion special case, not the fish that slip through the net everywhere.

The world and destiny should obey his will. This is irrefutable. This should be the compensation for his second life.

The presence of others only breaks that uniqueness.

The hoarse whisper rings in Mussel's ears. This is his backing, his foundation beyond the mortal world. He is willing to unconditionally obey the tasks brought by the whisper. This is what every protagonist should be like.

Shouldn't it be a matter of course to complete the task and receive the reward of unknown power?

Another soft voice sounded simultaneously in Mussel's mind. She was the source of Mussel's strength. It turned out that the two of them were unique partners and wonderful partners.

Even she supports Musser's submission to unknown forces. Is there any reason for him to refuse?
(End of this chapter)