Another World: My life is on the rise!

No one knows what they talked about, and no one knows whether the figure with white hair really descended on the young man.

It was just that day.

The dazzling purple light enveloped the sky above the entire Mage Tower, and it lasted for a long time. They all saw the familiar and awed figure in that quick glance.

No matter what kind of thing.

No matter what kind of person.

Under the scouring of time, they will gradually become the legend that only lives in other people's memories.

They knelt outside the Mage Tower for a whole day. Many ancient jailers were dazed. They remembered the past that seemed to have passed countless lifetimes. At that time, the world was not the world it is now. Countless planes were squeezed in this crowded universe. The outside world was endless chaos and disorder, and they were just a group of freaks struggling to survive in that borderline.

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And then there really were too many things that happened.

They had witnessed the ancient, almost obliterated war of gods, looked at the beginning of the great destruction, and heard the distant cry of their master in the chaotic universe.

But it was really too far away, so far away that it was almost forgotten by everyone.

But only they knew.

All the things in the old world were reshuffled at that moment, and the ancient winter of the gods' rule that lasted for countless years was finally completely ended at that moment.

And everything after that.

All the generations that have existed until now.

All originated from the new life after the destruction.

They looked at the gorgeous purple light curtain outside the wizard tower. Even though they knew that fanaticism was sometimes a poison, and that what he resisted all his life was to make himself the new god in their hearts, they still couldn't control themselves, and couldn't stop their pursuit and crying for him.

Because.

He was the only great king who cut off everything in the old world and brought new life to everyone, standing before the creation of the world.

...

They waited.

They lowered their heads, closed their eyes tightly, and knelt there trembling, waiting for the final result.

Will he revive in the body of that boy?

In the countless years of waiting, he opened his eyes again and looked at the person he once loved the most. Will he choose to accept this fate and fulfill his long-cherished wish with the master who has been waiting for him in this new world that he has been thinking about...

Because they know.

They all know!

No matter how strong his power is, no matter how great his power is, all he hopes is to grow old with the person he loves and spend his life together in a world without troubles. He has mentioned to many people that when they planned that grand blueprint for them, the desire in his eyes could not be deceived.

And now he can finally revive.

He can finally restore the glory of the past in this life, and complete his rebirth in the body of that boy in such a new world.

Then...

Then...

Squeak--

At that moment, almost all the jailers trembled, and all quickly raised their heads and looked in the direction of the wizard tower.

It seemed like a lifetime had passed, and it seemed like countless generations had passed. Their pupils trembled violently as they saw the gate of the Mage Tower slowly open, and saw the white-haired figure panting, holding the railing, and walking out step by step.

That moment.

It was as if the ancient past images completely overlapped in front of their eyes at this moment, the black eyes flashing with purple light, the quicksand, all told them a fact.

This was their great lord.

He was back!

After the eternal destruction, after countless generations, he reappeared in front of them.

They trembled and opened their lips, trembling almost all over.

But they didn't have time to reach out their hands.

Before the enthusiasm turned into the bone-deep joy.

They saw the white hair on his body disappearing and withering bit by bit, as if something was disappearing from his body forever, and the ancient purple light in his eyes was also wiped out bit by bit in that decisive belief.

That moment.

The pupils of all of them froze at that moment. When the breeze blew, they seemed to feel that their whole hearts fell into the abyss of eternal silence at that moment.

Because they all realized it.

They all understood what was being lost.

That was...

"Brand and memory."

The old man filled with the breath of death looked at this scene for a long time, and the sigh of fate seemed to surge in his old eyes.

And at this moment he also understood his decision. Perhaps he should have understood that a man who has been fighting against his own destiny all his life, a king, would never watch the same thing happen to another self again.

Because he is such a person.

Even if he did not revive, even if it was just a trace of his mark, he always knew what he was pursuing.

He died to fight against fate.

How could he grow scales and claws for rebirth...

"Great Lord!!"

At that moment.

Those ancient jailers tried to rush forward with all their might, eager to stop him from erasing their marks and memories, but as soon as they approached, the panting figure waved his hand, knocked them down from the near-god level, and suppressed them in the swaying sea of ​​flowers.

The power he displayed at that moment made all the lower-ranking jailers tremble with fear.

It was as if the former king had come again.

The flowing yellow sand.

It was like the supreme power that he showed when he became the first born.

"Great Lord!!!"

Those oldest jailers were suppressed to the ground, but they were still tearing and tearing. Under the huge pressure, they still tried to reach out to him, wanting to stop him, wanting to touch him.

Because they know, they know!

No one in this world can stop the master from reviving him. The only one who can stop him is himself.

But why? !

One hundred thousand years!

One million years!

Ten million years! !

The master has waited for you for too long, and we have waited for you for too long, even if it is only for a lifetime, even if you can only exist for a short time, let the countless years of silent waiting get the ending he hopes for! !

But no.

Under their torn red gaze, the figure staggered and panted, step by step past them, step by step, in the disappearance of the self-branding, never looking back.

All the jailers retreated for him, they knelt tremblingly, but dared not get closer even a little bit.

They finally looked at the wizard tower.

Looked at the blue girl in the wizard tower.

Because they knew.

Maybe this time they missed it.

That is the true eternity of dead silence.