Star Forge Titan

[Executing the first protocol, the escape device is activated, and the pilot begins to be randomly transferred to a safe plane.]

[Jump Countdown 3, 2, 1]

He felt something holding his shoulders, and then Alvin saw that the space in front of him, which should have been unbreakable, seemed to be pierced by an invisible spike, and a large piece was instantly cracked.

The black-haired boy's eyes widened instantly. He originally thought that the so-called escape device would be a fast escape vehicle like a rocket escape tower or a controllable escape spacecraft.

By then, with his familiarity with various vehicles, he should have a high chance of successfully rushing back to Palladia through the Dark Portal that has not yet been opened.

Who would have thought that the Uranus civilization founded by the Titans would install such an exaggerated thing as a single-person dimensional jump device on their own combat agents!

I don't know whether to complain about your superb skills or your wealth and willfulness...

Before Alvin could even finish his complaints, he felt the space inside his soul being opened up and filled with stuff like a cramming machine. Suddenly, a powerful force came from behind him, causing him to rush uncontrollably into the space crack in front of him with an unknown target.

The next moment, the black-haired boy appeared in the void between dimensions.

Behind him, a peculiarly shaped mechanical backpack was making crisp "click-click" sounds as its internal gears turned.

At the same time, Alvin also noticed that there were a large number of spatial cracks like broken glass scattered in all directions around him, reflecting all kinds of bizarre images, including a few areas that made him feel quite familiar.

For example, the northern ice field with endless white land, the city of a thousand towers with thousands of magic towers standing in a row, or the vast forest surrounded by dense green.

These are all areas located in the world of Palladia.

No matter which one it is, don't go to any unfamiliar dimension.

The young man prayed silently in his heart, but the power of random jump in the escape backpack behind him did not hesitate at all, and directly took the young driver to start continuous dimensional jump.

Snapped!

Alvin was pushed into a space crack that looked like broken glass, and then he fell directly into a futuristic super-large urban building complex.

The inertia of rushing out of the space crack directly caused the black-haired boy to crash into the outer wall of a building not far away, and then he slid down with a lot of broken glass until he fell into the lower level area of ​​the city where even sunlight could hardly penetrate.

Relying on his strong physique and the protection of invisible scales, Alvin stood up unharmed under the astonished gazes of passers-by.

What he saw afterwards was not the beautiful future city described in science fiction works of the Golden Age, but a chaotic and dirty environment like a slum.

In the ditches and even on the roadside, there is dirty liquid of unknown composition and strange color flowing everywhere. The air is filled with smelly and pungent harmful gases. Pedestrians passing by are all wearing transparent plastic anti-corrosion raincoats, looking like strange people huddled in a bag.

If an ordinary person were to land in such a heavily polluted place, he would most likely fall into a very bad situation within a few minutes.

But for Ivan, who had undergone 22 mystical transformations and possessed the body of a Titan, whether it was the harmful gases in the air or the acid falling from the sky, at most it could only make him frown slightly and feel a little uncomfortable on a psychological level.

At this moment, Ivan's driving suit was badly damaged, making him look like a ragged homeless person. However, his height of over two meters made those who had ill intentions towards strangers retreat into the shadows.

Before he had time to think about where this place was, the familiar push came again, and Alvin was once again pushed into the space crack opened by the escape device.

This time, he was prepared. After experiencing the strange experience of dimensional jump again, the black-haired boy landed on a large three-masted sailing ship in a standard superhero landing posture.

The high-quality wooden deck had several cracks, and it was lucky that it was not smashed through by Alvin.

However, when he realized that he had completed the jump again, he found that the sailors and passengers on the ship had no energy to pay attention to a stranger who suddenly appeared, because they were being attacked by some large monster with thick tentacles.

The roars and screams coming from his ears made Alvin quickly realize his current situation, and the creaking sound of the hull also indicated that something extremely bad was about to happen.

Without time to think, he looked at the round octopus head slowly emerging from the water like an iceberg in front of the bow, and rushed over without hesitation.

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, Alvin jumped towards the sea monster whose head alone was as high as three stories.

The Titan descendant, whose lepton space has been expanded, now has a personal space that is standard for many protagonists who travel to another world, and he casually stuffed all the messy equipment on his body into it.

In just a brief moment when the thought flashed through his mind, a mark like cracked glass appeared on Ivan's shoulder out of thin air, and in the center of the crack was an unclear black plane.

There was no way to hesitate, and it could even be said that he was very familiar with it. The young man with messy black hair dancing in the wind reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword that emerged from the black plane, and then directly drew out the legendary holy sword that he had hidden for many days - Burning Justice!

As if it seemed more impatient than usual due to not having experienced a battle for a long time, the bright red crystal sword spontaneously ignited a layer of incomparably hot golden-red heavenly flames the moment the sword holder finished drawing the sword!

Although he didn't know how the hell an octopus could grow to such a ridiculous size, Alvin quickly thought about it and aimed the sword tip at the upper center of the octopus's eyes.

Although he was not a marine biologist, the 22 transformation rituals allowed him to recall most of his memories with exceptional clarity.

From Jules Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", Alvin learned a little-known fact: the octopus's heart is located slightly above the center of the eye, and this creature has three hearts.

So, after confirming the attack position, combined with the sharpness of the legendary holy sword, Ivan's strength, speed and physique that had all entered the realm of perfection after further blood purification, allowed him to stab out an extremely precise and indestructible thrust!

The violent attack, containing primordial magic and heavenly flames, penetrated through layer upon layer of obstacles with unstoppable force, causing the octopus, whose head alone was as tall as a three-story building, to have three hearts pierced simultaneously in an instant.

Before he could confirm the result, Alvin and the sword in his hand were sent into the next space rift by the continuously running single-person jump device, leaving a group of sailors and passengers looking at each other in confusion.

After a long while, someone said in a trembling voice of disbelief:

"The Sea Demon King who wreaked havoc on the Endless Sea for thirty years...was just stabbed to death with a single sword?"

Obviously, the escape device made by the Uranus civilization has its own judgment. In order to avoid being tracked, it actually exaggeratedly transmits the driver to several dimensional coordinates in a row and then throws him to the truly safe escape coordinates.

By the time he realized this, Ivan had lost count of how many jumps he had made. It wasn't until the escape device completely shut down and collapsed that he felt grounded again.

He staggered a few times. The recoil caused by multiple space transfers was too much even for the Titan descendant with an exceptionally strong physique. After all, he was just a 'little' guy who had just passed his childhood.

After finally storing the wreckage of the escape device and Burning Justice into the lepton space, Ivan, feeling increasingly tired, finally couldn't help but lie down on the ground.

Before falling asleep completely, the black-haired boy's last feeling was just... the sand, so warm.

Yes, the fallen Alvin was now in an endless sea of ​​sand that seemed to have no end in sight.

The wind blew up gusts of dust, gradually burying the young man's slender and powerful body beneath the slowly moving sand dunes. Just before he was completely swallowed by the desert, a low bell suddenly rang out from not far away.

Accompanied by another tinkling sound of camel bells, a large camel caravan appeared near the sand dunes.

As if someone noticed Ivan's presence, the docile beast of burden, which looked like a rhinoceros but was several times larger than the former, snorted and stopped under the control of the rider above, and the low bell sound also stopped immediately.

Behind this beast of burden, which is as big as a heavy truck, follows a group of camels carrying various goods and caravan members.

"Is it a victim?"

A tall figure who seemed to be the team leader asked.

Her voice was a little hoarse but not unpleasant. Instead, it carried the charm unique to a mature woman.

Hearing the woman's words, the brown-skinned local hired guide jumped off his camel and took two steps forward to investigate. When he noticed that Ivan's chest was still heaving, he immediately replied with a surprised voice:

"By Isis, this man is still alive!"

Chapter 2 A Cocktail Party

Alvin, dreaming.

The unconscious boy only felt bursts of noisy sounds coming from his ears.

A large wooden beer mug was slammed down on the bar by the burly waitress, and the drunkard stretched out his hands to the waitress. Then there was the sound of a casserole-sized slap being slapped on the greasy face, followed by pleading for mercy and laughter.

It was noisy and bustling, and it was obvious that this was a very ordinary and average-quality pub.

In the end, it was a funny and frivolous voice that made Alvin fully sober.

"Hey, Furry, the sausages in the tavern are half price today!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a simple toga candida robe, walking towards him. The white robe was casually draped over one shoulder and crossed diagonally across his chest, revealing his well-developed chest muscles.

In addition, the old man's exposed arms also have well-developed and beautiful muscle groups.

At this moment, he was holding a plate of grilled sausages and a large amount of grilled meat in his hands, and holding two large glasses of beer between his elbows and chest muscles. He also had a sausage in his mouth and was chewing it non-stop.

This unrefined behavior, coupled with the frivolous playboy temperament emanating from him, like a strong bull in heat 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, turned this guy from a handsome old man with excellent body management and facial features as deep as a statue, into a lecherous old hooligan who blended perfectly with the atmosphere of the surrounding tavern.

The person the old rogue was talking to happened to be sitting next to Alvin at the moment.

He was a black-haired old man wearing a thick bearskin cloak and a black eye patch. A world tree with lush branches and leaves was embroidered on the smooth and flat silk cloth with silver thread.

At the moment, the one-eyed old man was holding a small knife with an ox horn handle, carefully carving a piece of light golden wood. His skills were obviously very skilled. With just a few strokes, he had carved the wood into a wooden longboat with a dragon head figurehead.

Hearing what the old man in white robe said, the one-eyed old man raised his eyelids and rolled his eyes at him.

At this time, two crows with black feathers that shone like gold flew down from the bar beams. They landed on the old man's left and right shoulders respectively, and each made a strange "cawing" sound.

The old man in the white robe shrugged casually, put down the food and beer with a "bang", and then drank half of the cup in one breath very heroically. Then he looked at Ivan who had no idea what was going on.

"Is that him?" The old man's tone was a little strange, sounding a bit nostalgic and a bit emotional.

The one-eyed old man nodded and looked at Ivan with his remaining eye. His gaze was as sharp as two spears, making people feel stiff unconsciously.

Despite this, both of these old men made him feel vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember their specific identities for a moment.

Suddenly, Ivan noticed something strange about his surroundings. For some reason, the other people in the tavern looked blurry, as if they were separated by a layer of frosted glass. He could only hear their voices but not see their figures.

Moreover, whether it was the waitresses walking around or the noisy drinkers, they seemed to have completely ignored the two strangely dressed old men at a table here.

It was as if this area was separated from the rest of the world, in a way that Alvin did not understand.

"Don't look at them. To them, we..." The frivolous old man in white robe pointed at himself, Alvin and the one-eyed old man.

"There are no shadows."

"Ahem." The one-eyed old man coughed lightly a few times, which made the old man in white robe who wanted to continue speaking stop. Then he made a zipper gesture in front of his mouth, indicating that he knew when to shut up.

"You did a great job, kid."

After saying this short sentence inexplicably, the one-eyed old man lowered his eyelids and began to cut wood.

However, his originally sharp eyes became much gentler, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed into a ball because of the upturned corners of his mouth.

Of course, the one-eyed old man didn't seem to be very good at this kind of thing, so even though he managed to squeeze out an expression that could be considered a smile, it made people feel inexplicably more nervous, as if witnessing a berserker in bear skin laughing.

After hearing this, although Alvin still didn't understand what was going on, his mood became much better.

Even if you are a savior who does it out of interest, you only need to smile frankly when you receive praise.

"Indeed, although due to regulations..." The old rogue in white robe nodded, stretched out his big hand and patted Ivan's shoulder very familiarly, grinned and was about to continue saying something.

"Ahem!" The one-eyed old man interrupted the former's speech with a heavy cough.

"Okay, okay, that's also a prohibited item. Anyway, boy, you did a good job."

The old man in the white robe acted helpless, but secretly winked at Ivan with an expression that said 'I'm rooting for you'.

Ivan, who had come to his senses a little, gradually changed his expression. He finally remembered why the two old men in front of him looked familiar.

Because both of them had appeared in a different appearance in the promotional video of the previous life game Palladia, but compared to the lifelike outfits in front of them, they were... incomparably majestic at that time.

"We've met the people and eaten. Let's talk about some business." The old man in the white robe licked the barbecue grease on his hands.

"Although there are many things I can't say right now, you, the unexpected child of fate, have indeed saved us a lot of trouble. This time, we even managed to trick that stinking fat guy. It was a pleasant surprise."

Hearing this, Alvin seemed to understand why the Light Temple stationed in Lind did not take many active countermeasures when the evil god's conspiracy was launched before. It was as if they were completely hindered by the corruption of the young priest.

It turns out that everything was just to trick the corrupt at the last moment?

But if they don’t take action on their own, aren’t they afraid of getting into trouble?

As if seeing what Ivan was thinking, the old man in white robe shrugged.

"Originally, little Celestine was the last resort. When the time comes, I, the furry guy, and that guy who's blinding me all the time will all work together. Hey..."

Although he hadn't finished his words, his meaning was clear. If a demon heard the simultaneous attack from three righteous gods, it might be frightened and cry out.

Perhaps this means that if good people want to fight against bad things, they have to be more cunning than the bad things.

As if due to certain restrictions, half of what the old man in white robe said next sounded like riddles, but the kindness in his words was very obvious.

The Riddler's nagging behavior lasted for a long time. Finally, under the increasingly sharp gaze of the one-eyed old man, the old man in the white robe finally started to get to the point.

"It's really troublesome. I can't say this, and I can't say that." After complaining, he raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender to the one-eyed old man who was holding the ox horn dagger.

"Be careful of secret conspiracies." The old man in white robe was serious for once, but the serious expression on his face did not last for more than a second, and then he showed his usual frivolous smile.

"Of course, there's no need to be too nervous, anyway..."

Dro!

The ox-horn dagger made a buzzing sound when it was stuck on the thick table.

Seeing this, the old man in white robe raised his hands, shook his lips and made a strange sound.

"Pfft, I'll just shut up, okay?"

After completing his physical persuasion, the one-eyed old man turned to look at Ivan. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just nodded slightly at the young man and said very briefly:

"Go."

The one-eyed old man put the carved wooden boat into Ivan's hand, then stretched out a finger and pointed at him from a distance.

In an instant, the young man felt himself being pushed by a force, and he began to retreat rapidly. At the same time, another force flowed into his body, repairing all the injuries left by the continuous battles with the fifth-level perfectors and countless demons.

Despite this, Alvin couldn't help but roar in his heart.