Those time travelers that year

“You’re only a demigod, just beginning your journey to immortality,” Mimir said. “You really should reconsider my suggestion, my friend! Midgard, one of the nine kingdoms, is the central world of that realm…”

“I understand, Mimir!” Odin closed his only remaining eye, then opened it after a long while. “I will consider it…”

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In a world unknown to anyone, beyond countless crystal walls and parallel worlds, amidst the writhing chaos, a girl with long silver hair and a prominent ahoge (a single strand of hair sticking up) humming a strange tune suddenly paused. Then, she looked in a certain direction, a half-smile playing on her lips. If anyone familiar with her saw this, they would know that this girl, who never fought and only engaged in various 'pranks,' had found a new target.

Then, the girl withdrew her gaze, preparing to travel through the writhing chaos to another world. Upon moving forward again, she sang a new song. However, the song she hummed was extremely strange, even capable of driving people inexplicably mad.

In a faraway place, there is a newly born world.

Born in darkness, ignorant in a chaotic era.

One day, an outsider brought fire.

A new order was born, and life emerged from the chaotic darkness, accompanied by flames.

However, the flames eventually died out, so the first immortal king made a decision.

To keep the flame alive with one's life, to ignite the firewood with one's soul.

The spiraling blade represents countless cycles of reincarnation. With their lives and souls, generation after generation of monarchs have become torches, illuminating the darkness.

However, no matter how much they struggle or how long they continue, the flames are like an insatiable greed, demanding more and more souls. Similarly, the darkness illuminated by the flames quietly awaits the day of their return.

Finally, the cycle of reincarnation came to an end, and the flames were extinguished.

As the flames died down, the world crumbled.

The outsider closed the book, satisfied with the fascinating story.

And the story continues.

One day, two little girls found some remaining ashes, and one of them lit them. However, the two little girls discovered that the flames would burn them.

At this time, a traveler came to the little girls' hometown.

One of the little girls suggested it to her sisters.

Let the traveler take the ashes and flames with him.

They gained the traveler's trust by using some odds and ends.

So the traveler, wearing an exquisite pocket watch, believed the little girl's story and took the junk along with the ashes and flames.

In one world, some masters, fearing a great fire would break out, banished the traveler.

But they were all wrong.

Everyone was wrong.

A new cycle has begun.

What kind of story will unfold this time?

Perhaps it will bring a new companion.

For example, our compatriots...

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Double update!!!

151. Grinding jungle monsters.

Several days have passed since his inexplicable increase in strength, and in that time, Xia Er has finally healed the injuries he sustained in the Dota world. Similarly, he remains unaware of what happened that night not long ago. Far beyond this planet, in the kingdom of Asgard, a king made a decision because of this. And this decision will soon lead to a god being banished to the mortal realm.

Meanwhile, in the writhing chaos that no one could find, a girl who specialized in playing 'pranks' was also showing a cheerful and joyful smile, humming a new song.

At this time, he had carefully hidden for several days, avoiding the intelligence organizations of various countries that had been attracted by the great commotion he had caused by being forced to arrive in this world midway.

After all, in this chaotic region of the Middle East, who knows what kind of weirdos might be plotting something big in this mess? During this time, Sharl began to reorganize everything he knew. To be honest, suddenly transforming from a backline AP (Attack Damage) mage into a semi-tank, semi-AP melee mage was initially devastating for Sharl. Heaven knows why, after suffering a serious injury, he suddenly learned the advanced techniques of "dried tofu" (a metaphor for a powerful, aggressive playstyle), and began charging towards becoming a berserker mage, wielding a staff in one hand and a sword in the other, charging with a whirlwind of attacks and using the staff as a warhammer to smash heads.

This is just like when Riot Games suddenly announced that they would revert AD Master Yi back to the original AP Master Yi, which was devastating for mid-lane players!

However, after calming down, Xia Er realized that reviewing his skills and knowledge that night, along with the new power that had suddenly emerged, had indeed significantly improved his strength. At least, if he were to return to the Dota world, those seven heroes wouldn't be able to beat him so badly; instead, he might turn the tables and go on a rampage, almost becoming a godlike player.

However, after harboring thoughts of revenge, Xia Er discovered with dismay that the gem representing the Dota world on his magical pocket watch had dimmed. This meant that unless he could regain the coordinates of that world, the pocket watch could no longer transport him there.

So, with no way to turn back and seek revenge, Charles had no choice but to settle down in this world for the time being. After all, from his previous travels, Charles knew that the pocket watch couldn't be reused until he had stayed in a new world for at least twelve days. Now, there were still several days left until the twelve days were up.

So while settling down in this world and exploring what he could gain here, Ciel also began to re-experiment with his new powers.

As for the partner...!!!

What's most abundant and least valuable in the Middle East? Jihadist organizations (terrorists)!

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Machine gun fire, explosions, and human shouts filled the air. One after another, the low-lying houses collapsed amidst the resounding explosions. A group of men, chanting "Allah is Great," engaged in fierce firing with AK-47s they had obtained from the Russian operatives. Of course, if these men had sharp eyes, they could have seen the English letters slashed across the stock of their AK-47s.

If it can be restored, you can also see the three English letters 'MIC', which is an abbreviation.

Of course, our story has absolutely nothing to do with these terrorists. Therefore, jihadists, who are never the main characters anywhere, are destined to be censored.

In fact, to the enemies of these terrorists, the terrorists' guns and bombs couldn't even disturb his hair. The crackling sound of bullets, like a dense storm of bullets, was stripped of all power by an invisible force when it reached him, flattened, and fell to the ground.

As an 'enemy,' Charles was clearly unqualified, because unlike the American soldiers who fight terrorists, he didn't seek cover or call for air support when faced with terrorist attacks. Instead, he strolled around the village where terrorists were gathered, seemingly oblivious to their presence.

In fact, he didn't even retaliate; he simply walked over and passed by quietly. The terrorists, as if strangled by an invisible hand, fell to the ground in terror. From their frozen, horrified gazes, we could see that before their deaths, these terrorists had been overwhelmed by fear. Or rather, what killed them was nothing other than fear itself.

I was scared to death...

But thinking about it, it's highly unlikely that these terrorists, who have experienced various wars and whose primary expertise lies in bombs, would be scared to death by something like this. In fact, for Charles, the world reflected in his eyes now is completely different. When he focuses his mind, the world transforms into a grid-like structure, with various lines crisscrossing and intersecting. And within the bodies of those terrorists, Charles can see a strange flame burning.

The stronger and younger the terrorist, the more intense the flame of death, and vice versa. For Charles, it was simply a matter of walking over and gently extinguishing the flame with his will. He was like a grim reaper walking among humans, bringing death to these jihadists who robbed, trafficked people, and carried out terrorist attacks.

Unlike before, when he might have needed to summon flames, close doors, and unleash his hounds to kill someone, now he can easily take the life of anyone much weaker than him with a simple walk.

Easy and simple...

However, the sight before them only made the terrorists scream with words like "devil" and "monster." They continued their futile attacks in a state of utter despair, while trying to distance themselves from the approaching Charles.

A whoosh! A sound rang out as two terrorists pulled out shoulder-fired rocket launchers, firing two RPGs at Shar. The RPGs exploded, the flash and smoke obscuring Shar's figure. This caused the jihadists to shout with delight, seemingly believing that the two RPGs had already killed Shar. After all, in previous battles, the RPG, being lightweight and easy to use, had inflicted heavy casualties on the US military, and now, they unanimously believed that the 'divine weapon' called the RPG was enough to kill this devil who reaped their lives.

“??? ??, ?? ?? ? (This is the first one, never to be repeated)”

?? ?? ??, ? ??? ? ?? ??? ? ?? (Your souls will eventually belong to me)

Your suffering is none of my joy or sorrow.

(I use destruction to herald the prelude to death)

(I let the assembled undead sing a lament for the soul.)

??? ??? ??? ? (The demon king always descends without a sound)

?? ?? ??? ? ?? ??? ??? (In this deadly silence, I will end you)

(If you are fortunate enough to remember me on your journey to the underworld)

Please remember my sacred and supreme name.

(The above excerpt is from "Infinite Role-Playing," which you can check out if you're interested, but unfortunately it had a bad ending.)

A strange song began, accompanied by an equally eerie black torrent. Countless souls let out tremendous wails, merging together into a massive chorus. It was an unparalleled high note, a deathly ecstasy brought forth by the souls themselves.

The chorus of the dead, the sweeping torrent of death, tore everything apart in an instant, engulfing the village controlled by the jihadists and spreading infinitely beyond. Finally, the black torrent receded, countless souls returning to the shadows, and everything came to a close. At this moment, no one survived.

When Ciel reappeared, he looked at the ruins that had been leveled and let out a soft breath.

"Wow, this is a huge windfall!!!!!"

152. The Voyeur of the Mirror World

"This world should be set on Earth in the 21st century, a parallel world? Everything's there, the same Middle East problem, and the US is being ravaged by terrorists here." Scanning the surrounding area, now completely razed to the ground, this village temporarily occupied by terrorists, and even a large area beyond it, had been wiped out by the single [Soul Elegy]. It's worth noting that although a spell powerful enough to target a city was used, its range wasn't like that of [Shadow Fiend], which swept across the entire battlefield in one fell swoop.

However, the amount of magic power consumed was also very small, because the range was consciously compressed by Charles, something he had previously found difficult to control. Although he didn't know why, after being seriously injured and unconscious for a period of time, he found his strength had increased upon waking, which seemed like a good thing. However, the Abyss integrated into his body made Charles feel slightly uneasy. But so far, nothing had happened, so after much consideration, Charles decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

The most pressing issue right now is figuring out exactly which world we're in. If it's just a simple technological world, then there's not much of a problem. But a world teeming with advanced technology requires caution. Similarly, if this world is a blend of science and magic, then while we need to be wary of the highly probable advanced technology, we also need to be careful of lone mages who might suddenly appear from nowhere.

"However, these terrorists seem to have a low level of education!" After examining the memories of the terrorists after they were killed, Charles was not surprised to find that these guys' minds were filled only with simple violence and slang. Their knowledge of basic world affairs was probably less than that of some elementary school students in civilized countries. "Oh well, in this war-torn place, I don't expect to find anyone who understands the world situation..."

Since these terrorists were unreliable, they decided to find reliable ones. Although no useful information could be found in the terrorists' memories, Charles did find something interesting. These terrorists had been opposing the US. Previously, it was just minor skirmishes, but for some reason, recently the entire US military presence seemed to have gone mad, constantly raiding surrounding settlements. The guys Charles killed were among the unfortunate victims; their original base was raided by the US, forcing them to retreat to this relatively secluded village after losing half their forces.

According to the limited information these terrorists possess, it seems that a high-ranking figure in the United States was kidnapped by another group of comrades who were also waging jihad on this land. As a result, the Americans here have gone mad, sending a large portion of Allah's warriors to enjoy those seventy-two women.

This startled Charles, and for some reason, he thought of the down-on-his-luck middle-aged man who had awakened him from his shattered consciousness. Who was that man again? Back then, severely injured and having just awakened in this world, Charles's consciousness was somewhat hazy, and now he couldn't quite remember who that person was! Could it be that he was the 'big shot' who caused the US military in this world to suddenly go mad?

Alright! Now Charles is too lazy to care about these things. Rather than dwelling on those irrelevant things, he'd rather find a way to leave the Middle East, a place where fighting happens all the time.

"Hmm?" Just as Charles was about to turn and leave, he suddenly paused, a strange feeling suddenly swirling in his mind. Subconsciously, Charles focused his mind, and the world changed once again in his eyes. Countless lines transformed into a grid, as if the entire world was being peeled away layer by layer by his gaze.

"What's that?" After the world changed, Charles saw something different in the grid not far away. It looked like two figures were standing there, however, when Charles turned off his special vision, there was nothing there at all.

"Invisibility? No, that's not it. If it's invisibility, there's no reason I wouldn't be able to see it." In the world of Dota, Xia Er had obtained the [True Sight Gem], a gem that could break all invisibility abilities. If those two people standing in the distance were using invisibility to conceal their figures, then there was no reason he wouldn't be able to see through their invisibility.

"So that's how it is. This world isn't just a technological one, but a world where science and magic combine!" Retracting his gaze, Charles pretended not to notice and acted completely indifferent, turning his back to the two concealed figures. Then, he walked forward naturally and disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.

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"What is that?" In a dimension completely different from reality, yet overlapping with it, two figures draped in robes stared in horror as Charles walked into the village on his own. Then, a one-sided massacre began.

"Human? Dark wizard?" One of them watched as Charles simply walked forward, crushing all the terrorists who passed by into dust like ants.

“No, it’s probably a demon from the hell of evil spirits…” another person said in a dry voice, “Otherwise, no matter how powerful a black wizard is, he cannot do this and completely ignore the attack of firearms.”

Just as the two were discussing, [Elegy of the Soul] was unleashed. The overwhelming tide of souls tore apart and devoured everything, causing the two mages, who were in the mirror world and separated from the material world by a dimension, to panic. Although they knew that as long as they stayed here, the terrifying magic would not threaten their lives, the sight of the soul-shattering attack still filled the two mages with deep fear.

After the [Soul Elegy] ended, the entire village, along with at least several hundred terrorists, was reduced to ruins.

"How is that possible? Even Mephisto couldn't possibly descend to the mortal realm in his true form from the hell of evil spirits, could he? Moreover, how could he possibly use such evil magic under the suppression of the mortal world?!"

"This matter is beyond our capabilities; we can only return and report to the Supreme Master!"