Another World: My life is on the rise!

But anyway, it would be a good thing if the God King could stop being obsessed.

Although I don’t know if he will help them in the end.

But anyway.

Under the situation where the disaster has cut off everything, being able to let them have one less terrifying enemy is already the greatest gift from fate to them.

As he said.

Lin En closed his eyes, and the balls that looked like movie scenes surrounded him one after another, like sparks in the dark night.

And anyway, since the God King was willing to give him this opportunity, if this was an opportunity for his future self to change his fate, he must seize it anyway to make himself stronger!

Buzz——

Lin En suddenly opened his eyes.

Every scene of challenging the God King in the world in front of him was disassembled frame by frame by him as if he had pressed the slow motion button, and studied every detail one by one.

Including the way the God King attacked and the control of every detail of the power of the First Born.

At this moment.

Countless scenes were replayed in his mind.

He tried to put himself in the perspective of the God King, to make himself like him, especially the part where he took away his trident and transformed the power of the First Born into thousands of complicated laws in that instant, he watched it repeatedly.

"Head! Let's practice together! Zuo Zuo will become stronger with the head!"

"Okay!"

Time passed quickly.

In the past 210,000 years ago, day after day, they even forgot the time and the day and night.

Zuo Zuo held a sword blade he cut out of a stone, and his small body quickly jumped above one huge tombstone after another, practicing sword drawing day after day. She closed her eyes, and her mind kept echoing the white-haired left-handed stunning sword that she had seen with her head in the phantom of the old war.

It was like the choice of the Gate of Destiny.

Like the evil master, she may have taken the initiative or passively embarked on the path that would make her stronger.

Time flies.

Lin En had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time. All he could see was that his body was covered with fine dust.

He closed his eyes and did not move.

And in the distance.

Buzz——

A sharp sound of a knife.

The stone sword in Zuo Zuo's eyes was reflected in her hand, and there was a trace of struggle and difficulty in her eyes. The blood from her body spread to the stone sword in her hand bit by bit. She gathered her strength, her black hair draped over her shoulders, and then finally her eyes slowly filled with the determination unique to a loli.

"Ah!"

She jumped up, gritted her teeth, and instantly slashed at a huge stone tablet in front of her.

Buzz——

A breeze blew by, and the blood dissipated.

Zuo Zuo's small body fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

She turned her head and looked at the intact tombstone, with a trace of worry and sadness in her eyes, with a little grievance.

"Damn, failed again."

The more she practiced, the more she felt the gap between herself and the left hand in the illusion.

It seemed simple before.

But after entering this door, she realized that she was still far away from being able to kill three jailers with one sword like her.

"Is my way wrong, or..."

She turned her head and murmured.

Looking at the stone sword in her hand.

She lowered her head.

Somewhat sadly, she put the sword into the scabbard she made, and was about to turn around and leave, and do the basic training tens of thousands of times a day again.

But at the moment when she put the sword into the scabbard.

Clang--

Boom---

She suddenly raised her head empty, and the breeze in the dark blew her hair.

Behind her, the huge stone tablet she had slashed with a sword came with a giant image. In the silent darkness, the hundreds of meters high stone tablet slowly moved horizontally, as if it had been neatly cut, slowly slid to one side, hit the ground, and made a loud noise that shook the entire underground.

Dust flew up.

Zuo Zuo turned her head slowly in a daze.

She looked at the neat cross section on the huge stone tablet.

The scarred hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

…

"Head!! I succeeded!! Zuo Zuo did not fail!! Zuo Zuo was finally able to slash that sword!!"

The petite figure in the dark rushed towards Lin En with great joy.

And Lin En still closed his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged there motionless.

Zuo Zuo stopped shouting. Although she wanted her head to witness her progress very much, she still slowed down her steps and landed carefully beside Lin En so as not to disturb him with her movements.

Just sit down, hold your cheek, and look at this guy's face closely.

She knows.

As long as this guy doesn't speak, when he is serious and quiet, he will give people a sense of reliability and peace of mind.

"You slowly understand it, head, Zuo Zuo also believes that you will become more and more powerful than before!"

"You can do it!"

"Zuo Zuo always believes in you."

After that, day after day, when she woke up every day, she would help him wipe off the dust on his body little by little, and then continue her training day after day, and then at night, she would return to become his left hand and sleep soundly on his legs.

Although she could have left him and existed independently a long time ago.

But so many years have passed.

She had actually long been accustomed to being a part of him, pretending that she was just an ordinary left hand, hanging on his body without thinking about anything, and even sleeping soundly when he was fighting.

She did not choose to inherit the memory of the Colossus Twins.

Because she felt that it was not her.

At least in this life when she woke up, she also accepted her fate, just treating it as a pendant of his, which seemed not bad.

Time passed quickly.

Finally one day.

When she finished her training, turned back into his left hand and slept soundly.

Lin En, who had been sitting there for a long time and almost rooted, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes.

Like a new life breaking through the soil.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

But this time.

He did not summon his surging power of the First Born, nor did he let it flow violently and fill his whole body like every time he used it before.

Just slowly.

The thin strand of yellow sand, reflected in his eyes, lingered between his fingers.

He stared at the strand of yellow sand for a long time.

Then he stretched out his long stiff hand.

He raised it very slowly, and he also raised his head. He trembled, and then slowly drew a line in the air in front of him.