Offer a savior to the infinite world!

Is that so?

Am I such a person?

That's not right.

I obviously...

[I don’t want pain and sorrow to spread]

[Anyone with good intentions who is willing to fight to save others]

【All are chosen saviors】

[You are this kind of person, and I chose you for this reason]

[If you are willing to lend a helping hand to the weak who are unable to save themselves]

[If you are willing to draw your blade against the tyrant who bullies the weak]

【Then move forward】

[Choose me, you will truly become one of the saviors]

[If you don’t want to go down this road, just turn around and leave]

[You will get a new identity in your original world, no longer be troubled by past hatreds, and be able to live a peaceful life]

[All this will become a dream, a dream that will never disturb you again]

Then, once again, I got the other party's answer.

saviour.

People who fight to save others.

It sounds like the opening of a third-rate clichéd heroic story.

Is this true?

This was all happening right before my eyes.

At this moment, everything appeared before my eyes.

Besides, isn't this just forced buying and selling? I thought the system was something that forced people to sign a life and death contract.

[A system that operates for the purpose of saving needs a savior who truly fights to end the tragedy]

[You will not be forced in any way. If you refuse, you will have a normal, peaceful life.]

[In fact, due to the special nature of this universe, I could have arrived before you were executed. Now, I have only saved an incomplete you, which is a dereliction of duty as a savior system.]

[This is my fault, so if you want a normal life, I will try my best to meet your needs]

[So, are you going to make your choice? Lin Yi]

select.

I can feel that the other party is sincerely waiting for my decision.

And no matter what choice he makes, the other party will do what he wants, unless he insists on being the king of the universe or something weird like that.

So...what the hell is going on here...

was killed.

resurrection.

lost memory.

Then I was invited to become the so-called savior.

It was like a strange dream that was absurd from the very beginning and made no sense at all. I didn't know where it began and where it ended.

Do not……

At least the beginning is known.

Because this moment is where this story begins, isn't it?

It can't be called gorgeous, it can only be said to be a rather mediocre and seemingly unremarkable beginning.

This is the beginning of the story of me, a person with no past and only a name left.

"I accept."

So, Lin Yi gave this answer.

So, he took a step forward.

The light then disappeared.

He, who had made the choice, also disappeared without a trace, and his whereabouts were unknown.

In the subsiding darkness, only a distorted and vague sound continued to echo faintly.

[The currently loaded universe has been locked]

[Currently loading the planet, the loading area has been established]

[Confirmed number of people loaded: 3]

[Currently loaded task level has been confirmed]

[Confirm the current fluctuation level: Phantom level]

[Confirm the current disturbance level: Wave level]

[Confirmed current hazard level: Spark level]

[Friendly identification capability is now online]

[Mission Objective: Eliminate abnormal space node areas]

[The current rescue mission has begun! ]

Chapter 2: Now, are we there?

It rained heavily.

Under the dark sky, the rain continued to pour.

Unknown rainstorm.

The road leading to the outside was washed away by a mudslide three days ago, and this small town deep in the mountains has lost its only access to the outside world.

Everything is just as it was seventy years ago.

Ominous, heavy rain that continued all day without a break.

The heavy rain has lasted for five days, and on the sixth day there is still no sign of stopping.

squeak-

The old wooden door was pushed open.

Lame old Bob walked slowly to the window and looked at the street outside which had already become muddy.

No one was on the streets.

This is also a matter of course.

No one would want to walk on a muddy road in such horrible weather.

Especially on a day like this.

In these days that feel increasingly ominous.

"What happened seventy years ago... is going to happen again?"

The horror legend that has been lingering in this small town.

There is only one day left.

There is only one day left.

If the heavy rain doesn't stop by tomorrow.

So……

The worried old man put the rough hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a match.

I couldn't suppress the worry in my heart, but there was nothing I could do or change.

Can I only watch all this happen once again?

"Cough! Cough cough——"

Bob, who had always had some minor lung problems, couldn't help coughing at this moment because of the irritation of the low-quality cigarettes.

"Grandpa, why are you smoking again?"

At this moment, a girl's reproachful voice was heard from behind.

Bob turned around and saw his granddaughter, Lillian, who had just turned 13 and had long golden hair and was innocent and lively.

At this moment, the girl was standing with her hands on her hips, looking at him angrily, or to be more precise, at the still burning low-quality handmade cigarette in his hand.

"Hasn't the doctor told you many times that you can't smoke anymore, Grandpa?"

The little girl said this and rushed over, grabbed the old man's hand holding the cigarette and pulled it down.

"Okay, okay, don't smoke, don't smoke."

The old man, who had only lit a cigarette because he was upset, couldn't help but smile at his granddaughter's serious look, and let her snatch the cigarette from his hand and put out the cigarette. Lillian subconsciously wanted to throw the cigarette, which was about one-third smoked, into the trash can, but after thinking about it, she just threw it into the drawer on the side of the house, then stomped her feet, raised her head and looked at her grandfather who didn't take care of his body with an angry expression.

slam-la-

The heavy rain outside the window continued.

The heavy rain that has lasted for six days now, seems like it will never stop and just keeps on going.

The little girl was lecturing the smiling old man, talking about everything from physical health to personal habits to various daily details, etc. She kept talking until she smelled something burnt. Then she turned around and ran to the kitchen in panic, frantically dealing with the slightly burnt bread.

Old Bob stood behind Lillian, looking at the serious expression of the increasingly graceful girl, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

On the cabinet on one side of the room, in the black and white photo, a young couple leaned against each other, with happy smiles on their faces. In the woman's arms, there was a sleeping baby, and Bob, who didn't look particularly old at the time, stood behind them carelessly, opening his broad arms to protect the two of them.

As if remembering the days when those two were still here, the wrinkles on Old Bob's face smoothed out.

However, as he laughed, his expression soon turned melancholy again.

The seventh day is coming soon.

It’s a cycle that happens every seventy years. Who will it be this time?

in case……

No, he would never allow it.

This so-called cursed fate that cannot be escaped, he will never...

"What are you thinking about? Grandpa, I haven't finished what I just said. Your health is really bad, you know? The doctor has said many times that your lungs have serious problems. You must take good care of your body and stop smoking!"

The little girl's figure appeared in front of him again at this moment. Lillian, who was obviously not angry, wiped the black dust on one side of her cheek and stood in front of the old man, chattering.

Just like her deceased mother, she has such a nagging personality.

"what?"

As I was thinking this, I heard the girl's somewhat puzzled voice.

What happened?

The old man looked around and didn't see anything worthy of special attention.

This one-story building with two bedrooms and one living room, made of wood and stone, was a very simple house. A kerosene lamp illuminated the dim room in the corner, and the firewood in the fireplace was still crackling. Many things were scattered in the house, including an old single-barreled shotgun and scattered bullet shells on the table, a giant bear head and an elk head hung on the wall as old Bob's trophies, a dirty blanket thrown directly on the ground, and dirty books belonging to the girl Lillian piled in the corner of the house.

A hunter family that is not rich, but not too poor either. They may not have been considered rich in the past, but at least it is like this now.

So, is there anything surprising about this?

The old man was a little confused about the situation, so he looked at the girl again. Then he saw Lillian walked to the window with a curious look on her face and looked outside.