Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I don't belong there, nor should my heroic wishes be fulfilled there."

There was a certain radiance in his red pupils.

"The most precious thing in a person is life, and life belongs to a person only once. A person's life should be spent in this way: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed for being mediocre; this way , at the moment of his death, he was able to say "My whole life and all my energies have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the liberation of mankind". "

Bell Croney turned around and prepared to leave.

He made his own heroic path decision.

Suddenly, the white-haired and red-eyed boy paused, and turned his head to show that it was very similar to a few days ago, but with a different pure smile.

"Lord Rope, I am very grateful that you can show me the real road. Really, thank you very much. I wonder if you can give me that book?"

"Give you."

Rope smiled and threw the book away.

"But that book is already an ordinary book, and it will no longer have any magical powers."

"Well, I know, I just want to keep a memory."

Bell carefully placed the book close to him.

"Even if it's fake, so I can get Paul's power...and always remember his glorious life."

"One last thing for you. Bell, then."

Bell turned his head and reached out to take what Rope had thrown.

Then he smiled brightly.

"You are really a miraculous Lord God, I'm missing this..."

It was a glass bottle of vodka.

Bell thought of the soldiers who squatted in a shack with him during the war.

With simple smiles, they invited themselves to drink not-so-delicious drinks.

— Comrade, vodka.

The voice of the comrade-in-arms seemed to echo in his ears.

Bell opened the bottle cap with his teeth, drank the wine with a heroic attitude that did not match his appearance and age, and strode in the opposite direction of Orari.

He didn't know exactly where to go.

But it must be a place that can put him at ease.

Bell Croney now has a more definite dream.

That is to be the "revolutionary hero" of the proletarian people in this world whitewashed by gods and adventurers!

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Chapter [-]: The Labyrinth City and the First Encounter with the Goddess

Watching Bell Cronney leave resolutely, Ropey touched his chin, feeling very interesting in his heart.

Of course, this can't be regarded as a demon who has harmed Bell, at most it can only be regarded as pointing a new way for the boy who longed for a hero.

And it is useless to say that the book is useless, but Rope still has some subtle power in it.

If Bell Cronney can really strengthen his thoughts, he might be able to cultivate some killer moves such as "Communist Ripple Rush" and "Material Iron Fist" to resist the adventurers who receive the blessings of the gods.

Congrats, congratulations.

The black-haired young man handed over the follow-up development to fate, and turned to Orari.

After approaching the magnificent main entrance, the guards of the Ganesha family immediately noticed Ropena's stand-out temperament.

However, in the center of this lower realm, in the labyrinth city of Orari, there are more than a thousand settled gods, and they have long been accustomed to contact with the sudden arrival of the gods.

"Lord God, please come here."

"Ah."

The doorman warmly invited Rope to the hut next to him.

Smoothly brewing tea for the black-haired youth, the doorman started one of their jobs.

"Excuse me, did you just come to the lower realm?"

"Well... According to your definition of human beings, a few days ago should be regarded as just now, right?"

"Thank you for your cooperation." The young man said with a smile: "Please don't take offense, Lord God, this is the rule of Euleri set by the great gods, and Lord God who comes to this city must register. The rules are still made by your compatriots."

"It's okay, follow the normal procedure."

Of course Rope wouldn't be ill-mannered to embarrass the official guards.

After confirming some innocuous information, the guards respectfully and politely sent Rope into Orari.

Standing on the smooth stone road, Rope watched the interior of this labyrinth city.

Shops, hotels and clock towers, plazas and skyscraper facilities, people coming and going in backward costumes, filled with the sight of large and small products.