My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 295 The Reality of This World

After Elena finished her story, Roland finally understood the abnormality in his body.

It's even a little too clear.

He even has a reason to explain why Brother Tongzi is so stupid.

It's estimated that he damaged his brain while exchanging blows with that big shot who was trying to reincarnate, resulting in inaccurate time positioning.

Moreover, it's estimated that the system stole some of the powerful figure's power while fighting with him.

Even if the timing is not precise, it is still possible to predict future information using abilities similar to prophecy or calculation.

No...maybe these two have already merged together while elbowing each other.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the system's task settings and reward distribution are so uniform.

Forget it, Roland himself hasn't even figured out what the system is yet.

But why isn't Death surprised?
Could it be that she's someone who takes money to do things, or even the kind of person who just does the work but provides after-sales service?
However, Elena quickly explained the reason.

"Please don't overthink it... The reason why Lord Death appears so calm is because that powerful figure told Lord Death before he died that his next reincarnation would inevitably fail."

“A savior from beyond the heavens will come to complete his unfinished work.”

"At that time, my spirit and body will both become its aid, until the true dawn arrives."

"This is the message that powerful figure left for Lord Death with his last strength."

Roland remained silent for a long time after hearing this. When he looked up, he found that the Demon King was no longer looking at the scenery, but had turned his head to stare at him.

She was clearly very concerned about Roland's choice and answer.

After sighing, Roland asked, "So what exactly is the problem in this world that needs to be solved?"

"At this stage, apart from the infiltration of the evil god's power and the demon race's plans to cause trouble, there doesn't seem to be any imminent crisis that could bring the world to the brink of destruction."

Elena shook her head: "I don't know."

"Although you may not believe it, sir... I really don't know."

"I am merely a ferryman on the River Styx, only responsible for guiding the dead to the realm of the dead."

"Some calamities are not for me to know about."

"After all... ignorance is also a kind of luck."

"Before a real disaster strikes, ignorance allows the vast majority of people who are powerless to resolve the crisis to live out their remaining days in peace."

"Unfortunately, I was one of them."

"Few beings know the truth: the gods, the will of the World Tree, and that dragon that has not appeared in the world for a long time."

“But even I know that the crisis is related to those four special beings… You know what I mean.”

"That's all I know. I don't know more than you do."

Roland shook his head, then stood up: "Alright, I understand. I'll find out eventually anyway."

"Don't worry, I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I'll abandon this world or only choose to protect myself in the face of disaster."

“I would indeed do that. However, I would only do so if I was certain that I was unable to solve the world’s problems and could only choose to protect myself.”

Upon hearing this, Elena only gave a faint smile before retreating back into the Master Ball. The Gray Spear, having lost its support, fell to the ground.

But before the spear fell to the ground, Roland put it back into his storage ring, and then looked at the Demon King who was also smiling at him.

"why are you laughing?"

"I was just remarking on your unusual nature and your stubbornness." The Demon King raised his hand to touch his horn, then closed his eyes and said, "Even though you say that, when the time comes, you'll still be thinking of solving the problem by yourself, won't you?"

"Don't try to deny it. They say a person's character is their destiny. I don't think you'll really change your personality drastically."

"After spending this time together and going through so many things together, I've pretty much figured out what kind of person you are."

"Although you rarely make definitive statements or swear to do something, when it really comes down to you being the one who has to step up, and when only you are capable of doing it, you will never back down."

"Elena, perhaps that ferryman of the River Styx also saw this, which is why he felt relieved and went back after hearing your answer?"

The Demon King looked down at his fading body, paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "Oh dear, what a pity. It seems your time to feast your eyes is coming to an end."

"After all, it's just a body that appeared briefly under the influence of the Grim Reaper's power. It's probably time for it to dissipate now, isn't it?"

The Demon King stood up and called out, "Hey, Roland, hurry up and take a picture of me, make sure it's a close-up, then send it to your teacher for a massage!"

Roland, annoyed, pulled out a camera from his storage ring and started taking pictures. After making sure he had captured every angle, Roland looked at the Demon King, who was almost transparent, and complained, "You're almost transparent, so why can you still maintain your physical form?"

"How should I know? It's not like I wanted to change." The Demon King retorted, then took advantage of Roland's inattention to pull him into his arms: "Interesting... Even though you've become so indifferent, you can still feel your touch?"

What exactly is the principle behind this?

Roland, who was being ambushed by the Demon King and buried in his chest, asked, "You're not asking me, are you?" "Of course. How do you feel?"

"What do you think! You're completely transparent, how could I possibly feel anything!"

"Tch." The Demon King loosened his embrace with some disappointment, and then transformed into a gauntlet floating in mid-air.

"Sigh... It's back to normal again. Roland, remember to tell that blonde to hurry up. If she's fast, I don't mind sharing some of the alchemical beast-making techniques from the Demon King's army back then."

……

Having received an excessive amount of information in the room and been teased by the Demon King, Roland delivered the photos to Russell and asked him to speed up the construction before leaving the legion's base.

Roland decided to take a walk alone, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Although he remained calm when he learned the truth from the Demon King and Elena.

But in reality, Roland still couldn't help but seem somewhat bewildered by the sudden influx of such a large amount of information.

Even though the legendary crisis could lead to the destruction of the world, Roland had already learned about it from the Demon King.

But it was only after this crisis was acknowledged that Roland began to truly feel its approach.

He was, after all, a local who had lived in this world for nearly twenty years, almost the length of his previous life.

Considering the stories I've experienced here and the people I've met, describing this world as my second hometown seems somewhat inadequate.

Perhaps we shouldn't even add the prefix "second"; simply describing it as "hometown" wouldn't be a bad idea.

Humans have always been creatures that are very easily influenced by the environment.

Even if the memories of the past life have not disappeared, the memories of this world are not fake.

Before he knew it, Roland had already braved the night's wind and snow to reach the seaside.

Yes, although it is located in the North, Isfar is also a port city, and a rare city in the harsh environment of the North that has an ice-free port.

Although it wasn't as large as Riskan, seeing scenery reminiscent of his hometown in an unfamiliar city still made Roland feel a little more relaxed.

Roland sat down on a bench by the harbor and looked up at the not-so-clear night sky.

Although the moon was barely visible, the stars were obscured by the snow-covered clouds.

Hearing the shouts of the port workers and the sounds of cargo being moved, Roland began to think about what he should do next.

Even though this idea was quickly replaced by the thought of "taking it one step at a time" after it came to mind.

"Roland? What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice reached Roland's ears. He turned his head and saw Cherlinina, wearing a thick coat, standing at the corner of the street, holding a steaming paper bag in her hands.

"Cellina? What are you doing here?"

Cellina smiled but didn't answer immediately. She then walked over to Roland, sat down next to him on the bench, and took a steaming pie from a paper bag, handing it to Roland.

“During the month you were gone, I came here for dinner every night.”

"Try one, it's a beef pie. Although the crust is a bit thick to keep it warm, it still tastes pretty good. It's a popular item among dockworkers."

Roland seemed a little lost for some reason, but he still took the pie from Cellina, who was smiling as she introduced the food, and took a big bite.

Immediately afterwards, a gush of scalding hot meat juices rushed into Roland's mouth...

"!!!"

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, even though he was burned and jumped up from the chair, Roland still forced himself to swallow the food in his mouth.

Cellina covered her mouth and chuckled, "Don't eat so fast, it's better to take small bites."

Roland glanced at Cellina with a hint of reproach, then asked, "It seems you've adapted well to your recent life; your whole demeanor has changed."

"Where's Nash? Doesn't he usually like being around you?"

Cellina took a small bite of the pie, her crimson eyes holding a gentle light she had never seen before: "I'm actually quite used to it. After all, nothing major has happened in Isfar since you and Lia left."

"Once things calm down around you, you won't need to be on guard anymore, right?"

"No matter what, although the Cangya family may not be ranked in the royal court among the demons, it was once a prominent family."

"Now I feel like I've gone back to being the young lady of the family."

"As for Nash, the little one does like to stick close to me, except in situations like this, she's afraid of the cold. She prefers to warm herself by the fireplace rather than be out in the cold wind."

Roland laughed: "Is that so... Only at times like this do I feel a sense of reality that I've done something."

"After all, the events of the past two months happened in such a short period of time."

As he spoke, Roland turned to look at Cellina: "I'm glad you've settled into your new life. I'll leave the rest of the days to you."

(End of this chapter)