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While Fricks was still in a trance due to shock, Shans spoke with a casual and teasing tone.

"It's just a little surprise, a fun enough one."

Fricks looked at the man with his back to the light, and listened silently to what he said.

"Get up, I think this little surprise won't scare you, right?"

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028 The Essence of the Little Knight

The group that was lively just now fell silent again as most people fell silent, and returned to its quiet silence.

Steve saw that the guy who asked the question fell silent after a while. Could it be that he had been solved by the person he was questioning?

He speculated with evil humor.

However, he also knew in his heart that based on the other party's title and current observations, the high probability value could only be a hypothesis that would never be confirmed.

Although the war was over, the devastation left behind still needed to be dealt with. All the survivors were quickly and skillfully registered one by one by a man numbered five in a white robe.

The man named Murago looked deeply at every person who survived the battlefield.

He saluted every time he finished writing down a number, his face full of seriousness. In the end, all the numbers had been written down and everyone had claimed them, leaving only the midnight numbers unclaimed. He looked through the permanently blank numbers, silent as a word.

Steve stared blankly for a long time, but he didn't see any weakness in the man's expression, let alone tears.

That was the case until Steve was called away.

Some people followed the main group back to the main city, and some were left behind to repair the halls and passages that were potholed because of the creepers. Steve should have stayed as well, but because he knew the ghosts, he took advantage of the situation and went with the main group. Before leaving, he found an opportunity to stuff all the minerals back into the box, as he felt guilty after all.

By the way, the guy from Village 1784 was also lucky enough to survive the battlefield. The little knight felt joy when he saw his surviving acquaintance, and this joy was even no less than winning the war.

The blank container gradually began to take on a color other than nothingness. From this war, it understood the meaning of national justice and sacrifice. It thought, those who died should have no regrets, right? They died on the battlefield, honorably pursuing their goals.

Just like her heroically sacrificed friend, she wielded the dragon-tooth-like club, dealt a heavy blow to the traitor lord, fulfilled her mission as a warrior, and then said goodbye to it contentedly without leaving any regrets.

Coming out of the underground mine is an open grassland, which is some distance away from the main city. This is to avoid the fall of the underground mine and the exposure of the main city.

There are no monsters to be found here for the time being. Since everything has come alive, the so-called refresh mechanism seems to have disappeared. We can only create additional living creatures through conventional means, villagers through breeding, zombies through infection. However, the map created by Steve is large enough, and the creatures that are continuously gathered here are enough to be squandered.

It was getting late, the moon was half-moon, the twinkling stars were hidden by the clouds, and the straight smoke climbed upwards, outlining the wisps of fireworks.

The bonfire was jumping and crackling, and the potatoes and meat on it were roasted until golden and crispy. The tempting aroma was stirred by the flames and blown by the wind, spreading multiplied by multiplied.

But none of this has anything to do with Steve.

Steve held a roasted but cold potato in his hand expressionlessly, watching the ghost surrounded by people. Various ingredients were passed before their eyes, while the ghost just half-raised his hands at a loss, neither refusing nor accepting.

The container was never designed with a mouth in mind, let alone feeding. Perhaps this had something to do with an unusually noisy guy, but now it was really causing the ghost distress.

"What's the matter, soldier? Is the food not to your liking?"

"Yeah, I haven't eaten a single bite since a while ago."

"Is this lifesaver a picky eater?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe you don't have much appetite."

Whispering, the villagers began to discuss with concern, but still showed enough respect to him. Even though he looked really cute, he was still their savior, a brave warrior, though a little short.

The Knight pondered for a moment, then held up the sign.

I don’t really need to eat right now.

Then the feast that was supposed to last all night ended in vain. The guys who had been working in shifts finally built a temporary shelter before half of the night, even though the shelter would be demolished when the sun rose.

It's better than being out in the open wilderness.

Steve looked at the ghost that was finally alone and finally caught a chance. He approached and was about to shamelessly ask the ghost for some of the food that the villagers had given it before.

He saw a mass of dark substance slowly squeezing out from the eye sockets of the mask. Steve was stunned again, frozen in place. He slowly turned his head away, wishing he could dig a hole 60 stories down.

The layer of pitch-black matter gradually intertwined and spread into a huge entity with a form. From what was visible now, it was several times larger than the little knight. The black matter was wriggling and burning on it. Eight narrow eyes were evenly and symmetrically distributed on what could be called a face. There were no pupils, only lonely whites of the eyes monotonously embedded in the pure black body.

Countless tentacles stretched out from the wriggling void, wrapped up all the food and dragged it into the bottomless abyss. Until the last piece of food was swallowed, it slowly wriggled back and returned to its previous lovely appearance, as if nothing had happened.

The little knight held the sides of the mask with his hands and shook his head. He happened to see someone standing still. Without any hesitation, he turned into a pure black shadow and rushed over, patted the person on the back, and raised a sign.

What happened?

"It's okay, nothing happened, really nothing happened, trust me, let's go, go to sleep."

Steve babbled nonsense in a serious manner, as if he had never seen anything before.

At this moment, the crescent moon slowly sets.

In another underground world where the sun never rises and the moon never sets.

Flix continued to move forward somewhat tiredly. Not long ago, he had just said goodbye to Sans. She thought that her nightmare was completely over after leaving the underground maze, but it was not.

The hurt and pain still followed her like a shadow, and she began to die over and over again. The short period of time she spent playing puzzles with Papyrus was the most relaxing time for her, even though he kept shouting that he wanted to capture humans, take them to the royal army, and become a real knight.

But at least, in these puzzles, she can take a break instead of falling into endless death and rebirth.

Until she saw a warm and peaceful town, she took a few steps forward cautiously. No strange monster appeared to stop her and fight with her.

Fricks could finally rest well, after dying hundreds and thousands of times.

029 Disorganized Time and the Pace of Moving Forward

"Ghost, you must never eat anything in front of others..."

Steve looked at the ghost raising its head and looking at him blankly. Even if it was just a very pertinent suggestion, he always felt uneasy.

But he had to bring up this matter again. Those clearly exposed essences that could be seen directly were not like some leaks that only he could feel before. Even those with strong wills might be infected and gradually return to their biological instincts, becoming slaves of the wild. Not to mention those with weak wills. They would probably be completely destroyed in a moment, leaving only the most basic, wandering instincts.

Yes, I know.

The ghost just calmly held up the sign.

It is very clear that if its entire existence is exposed to the world without restraint, it will only bring disaster. No matter who they are, no matter what they were like before, they will all fall into this disaster nakedly and equally.

Like.

Same as Hallownest.

It had seen too much suffering there, and all of it had turned the once glorious country into ruin and complete decline, with only a handful of insects surviving.

The culprit behind all this is just another god, another god who doesn't want to be forgotten - Radiance.

Even though the culprit had been completely torn apart and swallowed by the God of Void, it still could not completely reverse what had happened. Fortunately, it could now use its own power to repair and make up for it.

But even if there is a way to reverse the situation, it is absolutely unwilling to make any mistakes. In the past, this was its mission, but now, it does not want to destroy this beauty and tranquility.

The starry sky was beautiful, the friends were warm, the villagers were welcoming, and the food was delicious. If it wanted, it could lie peacefully on the grass right now, and it did so.

It folded the sign, lay flat on the grass, and stared at the moon in the sky, feeling comfortable and at ease. As the wind blew across the grass, its abdomen rose and fell slightly as it breathed, just like a real insect, taking a good rest, no longer having to work tirelessly and endlessly.

It likes all of this.

There are so many beautiful things in the world worth keeping, seeing, hearing and trying.

It carefully protects all these fragile things, so how could it be willing to destroy them? The little knight restrained himself tightly, looked at the clear moon, and rarely spoke to people.

"The moonlight... is beautiful."

Steve was stunned. This was the first time he'd heard the little knight speak. His voice, as sweet and clear as its adorable exterior, was clear and lovely. He had a lot of questions in his mind: Why did he know? What did he know? Why did he suddenly say the night was beautiful? What was so beautiful about it? But as he looked at the knight, he decided he shouldn't ask these questions. A vague idea of ​​the answers had formed in his mind.

Never mind, the moonlight is indeed beautiful anyway.

Thinking this, he lay down head to head with the others and admired them together.

"Yes, the moonlight is beautiful."

As soon as the sky turned a little red, the villagers began to busily dismantle the temporary residence that they had spent most of the night building.

"Why tear it down? It's so beautifully built, I'm not even up to its standard." Steve felt truly regretful when he said this. He muttered softly, fearing that the villagers who lived not far from him would hear him. At the very least, they would question and suspect him, and at worst, his identity might be exposed.

Once his identity is revealed, even ghosts cannot protect him. The most he can do is politely tell the ghosts, "I'm going to kill your friend," and then come over with an axe or a sword to kill him.

Until he heard the news, private chat, no need to think who it was? Steve opened the chat group slowly, while dismantling the building, watching.

[Void God] Ghost: Why? I clearly feel like a week has passed, but the chat group shows only three days have passed.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Ah, this, this is because the speed of time flow is different. I know very clearly that the speed of time flow in this world must be faster than that of all other worlds. Although I can't feel it when I am in it, it is indeed different?

The little knight didn't ask any more questions. He sat quietly on the lawn, watching the group of people busy at work. When no one was paying attention, he took a baked potato, measured the size, and started stuffing it into his eye sockets.

That’s great, this way I won’t scare people, it thought as it digested its food.

Of course, this is just the Knight's self-perception. If Steve were watching, he would probably just complain that this is also very scary...

In a peaceful town with snow all year round, in a hotel run by rabbits, Flix sank completely into the soft bed, feeling quite exhausted, and gradually fell asleep to the soothing music.

There will be no more death, no more lamentations.

If she is willing to stop here and stay here forever, there may be nothing wrong with it.

There is nothing shameful in escaping death, especially since it is not just death, but endless pain and torture.

She fell into a deep sleep, curled up and hugged the soft pillow, with the corners of her mouth curled up. Tears of happiness overflowed and wet the pillow, but she was unconscious.

She slept very soundly this time, just like she did at Tolia's house, just like she did at her own home. She woke up naturally, and it seemed that all the disgusting blood and gore from before had begun to move away from her.

In Snow Town, she can wander around freely and even taste delicious food, instead of waiting in fear for the next death to come at any time.

That was the case on the first day.

She wandered through the library, reading countless stories until weariness overwhelmed her, and she hurried back to the hotel.

Same thing the next day.

A bustling tavern, friendly monsters that are completely different from those on the road, interesting sights, and a beautiful Christmas tree.

The third day, the fourth day, and finally, she herself didn't know how many days it was.

After all, you can't tell time here. A day passes in the blink of an eye.

Do we really want to stop here? Fricks looked at his hands in silence and sat on the soft bed.

The complicated yet unique death scenes played out in my mind like a picture book, page by page, vivid and full of sound. After all, they really happened.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at her intact self, and weakly hit the mirror. Finally, without saying anything, she silently packed up her things and turned to leave.

It was peaceful and beautiful here, so beautiful that she felt as if she had returned to her hometown. However, no matter how similar it was, it was fake, and no matter how beautiful it was, it could not replace the past. She had already suffered so much, and if she stopped here, all the things that had happened before would be too meaningless.

So she started moving again.

030 Arrival at the destination (I always feel that the prefix of this chapter is a bit playful?)

The journey home is always a bit boring, especially for Steve. He finally has the ghost as a free unlimited storage box, but he can't touch the flowers or cut down trees. Especially when passing through a jungle, this feeling of dissatisfaction almost reached its peak.

Come on, that's a jungle! He'd explored so many maps before, but he'd never found one! He'd opened so many maps, and the jungle's discovery rate was less than 1%. Even glaciers and mushroom islands weren't that hard to find. At least there was an ice block in every map, and a mushroom island in every four maps. Only the jungle, even after running his shoes through, hadn't seen one.

The bright light shone through the gaps in the leaves, making this vibrant jungle even more attractive. He really wanted to pick those cocoa beans and seduce those cute parrots.

There was even a faint black and white creature not far away, chewing on a bamboo stick. Its looming presence tempted him. This was his first time seeing a giant panda! He had been so obsessed with pandas that he almost opened Create to spawn one for himself, but luckily he controlled himself.

How can the architectural survival party start creating just because of something like this! How can they destroy their own beliefs!

Of course, if he could start a creative business now, he would definitely start one for himself.

Special circumstances, understand? This is a special situation!

He inexplicably made a sound that said "It smells really good."

Perhaps he was really too bored, so he started to harass the ghost guy and asked it to go to the village leader to ask questions, and the reasons he gave were quite reasonable.

[World Ruler] Fanatical Master Architect: Ghost, can you do me a favor? Help me find out something from them. At least find out everything I need to know. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll get caught in the act and be exposed. Then I'll be in trouble. Please.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Good

In fact, all these things could have been said by Village 1784. After all, they knew each other and it was more convenient to talk about it. But that guy was left behind to repair the mine tunnel, so no matter how much he hinted or invited, he didn't leave the villager behind.

He said.

"I've spent more time underground than above ground. I was one of the first people to come here and develop the underground mines. I've watched this place grow from narrow at the beginning to wide, and from deserted to bustling. It's been ages since I've been back to the main city. I'm afraid I'm no longer used to it, and I'm not accustomed to the life there. If I make a fool of myself and cause you more trouble, I won't go."