Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 77 Day and night, just for this moment

Time flows back to the present day, one day later.

The setting sun was as blazing as fire, and everyone was stunned as they looked at the snow that was clearly stained red with blood.

At this moment, the faces of Senis and Paul suddenly changed. They picked up the shovels beside them and began to shovel the snow vigorously. Paul's fighting spirit had been exhausted long ago, and he was almost driving with his physical strength.

With each shovelful, the snow in the valley was dug out, and the scarlet snow was exposed to everyone's sight.

Everyone stared at this scene in shock, their expressions changing at the same time.

When people see something like blood, they subconsciously think of death.

This is why everyone looked pale just now.

But think about it carefully.
How many people would die from such thick blood?

people?
Is there anyone in the valley?

Have.

Just two victims.

But why is there such a heavy amount of bleeding?
That.
Where does the blood come from?

Why is there so much blood?
Who is dying then?!

And who killed him? !
How long will it take to think about the answer?

The next moment, a blazing fire rose in front of everyone's eyes! They all started digging with all their might using their shovels!

Shovel away the snow.

A shovel of blood!

Finally, a hole was created by the blood, and real blood spurted out from the hole like a fountain, splashing all over everyone's face.

Paul's eyes lit up and he was about to continue digging, but at this moment, a chain reaction occurred.

The pressure was unbalanced and more black snow was collapsing.

Amidst the rumbling sound, only a thin layer of snow wall remained, which completely collapsed in front of everyone.

At this moment.

Although they were clearly in the mountains, everyone present heard the sound of the "sea".

It's the tide, it's the waves.

It's a blood wave!
Sweeping in from the crack in the valley that was opened up!!
In an instant, accompanied by an almost sticky smell of blood, the waves submerged everyone's knees in an instant.

No one paid attention to their feet, their eyes were all looking into the valley.

The sunset glow swept in from the mountain stream, illuminating the blood-red ocean in the valley.

Under the glow of the sunset, a blood-red line floated on the sea surface, extending into the valley, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Countless monster corpses floated on the ocean, rising and falling with the cold winter wind.

In the sea of ​​corpses, a bloody figure stood facing everyone, standing in the sea of ​​blood.

The waves kept hitting his knees, and ripples spread out with his body as the axis.

The sunset glows on the Red Sea, and the waves surge and sparkle.

The back of a person.

Sparkling and brilliant.

How can the tangible image of death be so beautiful?

Everyone was silent and no one took a step forward.

But even so, the collapsing snow still disturbed the man.

The man in the sea turned around and looked at everyone.

The rays of light were tracing around his side, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

But his voice was as lazy as ever, floating in everyone's ears along with the waves of the sea of ​​blood.

The sound was small and far away.

But it is loud enough!
He said.

"next year."

"There won't be any more monster waves."

Paul stared at Alan with a very bright smile on his face.

The shovel in Senis's hand fell into the blood wave. She stared at the scene in a daze, and listened to the familiar voice. She smiled at first, but the smile could no longer be lifted up on her lips.

Finally covered his face.

Tears seeped out from between her fingers, dripping drop by drop, creating ripples in front of her knees.

Lilia patted her shoulder, crying and laughing.

But Rudy was staring at Allen, mumbling something that only he could hear.

"We're saved, we're saved, Alan, Sylphy. We're saved."

“I’m saved.”

Ross looked to Allen's side - Sylphy was floating on a piece of ice that was obviously made by magic. The sunset light hit Sylphy's hair, dyeing it crimson.

She smiled and waved to everyone at the valley exit.

"We're fine~ Sorry for worrying you all! The monsters were destroyed not long ago, and we were just trying to figure out a way out, and then you guys showed up~"

She deliberately lowered the volume of her voice to calm down the villagers who could no longer hold back their cheers. If they had continued shouting, who knew there wouldn’t be a second avalanche?
So everyone fell silent, and just jumped up and down in the sea of ​​blood to express their excitement.

But someone has already started running through the sea of ​​blood!

Rudy! Senice! Paul! Lilia!
One after another figures waded through the sea of ​​blood, and in front of Alan's surprised look, they hugged him tightly in their arms!
The embraces came one after another, making Alan's thoughts seem to float in the air and then fall from the clouds.

The hugs stacked up together are warm and hot.

Senis' tears kept dripping onto Allen's face.

The latter looked a little dazed. He felt his throat was a little dry. He couldn't utter a word of the words he had prepared to explain the current situation.

At this moment, there are urgent things that need to be explained, such as whether all the monsters have been killed and whether there will be a monster wave next year.

No one seems to care.

So what do they care about?

The warmth of the embrace has given the answer.

At nightfall a day ago, the emotions that had been interrupted by the swarm of monsters and had failed to be expressed, started as tiny ripples in Allen's heart and turned into huge waves.

As my heart was churning, fragments of my mind flashed through like the tide.

Paul and Senice's disappointed expressions after their revenge trip;

After Senis became pregnant, she was very careful when talking to Rudy so as not to make Alan feel like an outsider;
Everyone hugged me and cried bitterly during the cheating night, with tears in their eyes, expressing their gratitude;
Gifts and carefully prepared programs on birthday night;
The tableware is set in advance in the morning, and the good night is left in the living room before going to bed.

Too many memories, too many repressed emotions.

How can we count them?
A panicked voice came from the side, pulling him out of his stagnant thoughts. He subconsciously turned his eyes and looked to the side.

Sylphy's hair color had been discovered to be different, and she was stammering to explain, but the moment Alan looked over, she realized his gaze and turned to look at him in her mother's arms.

The two looked at each other.

The white hair was flying in the air, and in the sunset, it seemed to be burning like fire.

Alan looked at Sylphy's hair that had turned white, and complicated thoughts kept flashing through his mind, constantly plucking at his heartstrings.

He was silent for a moment, and silently pulled his hands out of the arms of his 'family' in front of him.

Open your arms.

Return the hug.

Amidst Senis's increasingly unbearable sobbing, Alan's voice didn't sound real.

But Sylphy beside him heard it clearly.

This time there were no cunning and sweet words, no inducements with mixed motives, and no attempts to gain favor in order to gain points.

Just two simple words.

"Thank you."

The sound shattered in the wind and turned into smoke that could not be seen by anyone.

【Only when the gap between hearts is bridged can we become family members.】

【You become a member of Paul's family. 】

【Increase in participation in childhood.】

[Current stage: Infancy, cumulative participation score: 100 points, rewards issued, positioning system activated. ]

[Comment: If it is just one step away from the chasm, then it means that you have already taken this path. Why does anyone need to be alerted for this last step? !]

【Alan, this is the meaning of time travel. 】

[This is your own jobless journey!!]

[Congratulations to the host, you have passed the childhood stage with full marks. ]

The setting sun is like blood, spilling into the Red Sea.

But Alan couldn't smell any blood.

-

night.

Because there was too much blood on their bodies, it took more than two hours for everyone to take turns bathing and washing up. By the time they had dinner in the evening, it was almost ten o'clock.

Paul was drunk.

The only real man who didn't cry today hugged Alan, crying and sobbing.

It really made Allen dumbfounded.

The most outrageous thing is that no one saved him this time, and everyone was watching the scene with a smile on their faces.

Even Rudy had a loving look on his face, looking at Paul with a little helplessness.

It made Alan's face twitch.

No! ? Who the hell is your father? And whose father are you? ?

In the end, Allen finally got rid of Paul's entanglement.

Why? Because Paul was so exhausted that he cried until he collapsed into a puddle in Allen's arms.

And then fell asleep? ?

What!

After Allen carried Princess Paul back to the bedroom, he returned to the room under the gentle gaze of Senislilia in the corridor.

The door was closed, and gentle instructions from two people could be heard from outside.

"Alan must be very tired, go to bed quickly~"

"You don't have to get up early tomorrow~ Please sleep well, I'll save some breakfast for you."

"Good~"

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Alan walked out in the darkness.

His figure broke through the darkness and came to the desk.

Light a candle.

Open the drawer.

Pull out the crumpled letter paper.

Place it directly over the candle flame.

Black smoke rose from the writing, and the densely packed words like flies curled up in the flames and gradually disappeared.

The words "Future Vision" were burned into smoke bit by bit in his pupils, trembling and jumping, and turned into a system panel that emerged.

【What do you think? 】

Under the candlelight, Alan laughed wantonly.

"Fuck the future vision."

……

It's not snowing outside the window.

Because spring.

It's coming!

　Tickets coming.

　　
　　
　　just kidding.

　　I struggled a lot to write these two chapters. I chose two different rhythms and wrote four versions.

　　Rhythm:

　　One is to push the story directly to the climax with the speed, coolness and directness of upgrading the cool text. It is completed in a refreshing and clean way.

　　The other is to lay the foundation for emotions in a progressive way, then mobilize them layer by layer, and finally through "choice" to completely ignite the fire.

　　Before 12 o'clock, I chose the former.

　　After 12 o'clock, I changed my mind and decided to return the latter's manuscript and send it out as the final version.

　　As expected, I personally prefer the progressive emotions.

　　It’s so tiring. Writing online articles is so difficult.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)