End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The sun sets and the tide ebbs and flows.

The turbulent sea returned to calm, and it looked extremely gentle under the setting sun. White seabirds circled and gradually became lifeless.

In the cave by the shore, the branches support the coarse cloth to block the sea wind in a crude way.

Russell opened his eyes and found himself lying on a rough gray blanket, with a little water in a wooden bowl beside him.

"Where is this?"

The sea flavor was strong in the air. Russell got up and walked out of the cave. He was wearing a piece of linen patchwork and cut clothes, which was very rough. Fortunately, the rough skin and thick flesh did not feel wrong.

Water Ring Nanya and the items in the portable space are all there, just check, there is basically nothing wrong with it.

Walking out of the cave, Russell looked at the sea in the distance, the air was fresh, and a wave of unpolluted natural breath came over his face.

After turning around, he froze.

I saw the setting sun slanting down, and in the direction directly opposite to the ocean, a mountain range rose from the ground, and the majestic and majestic main peak towered into the clouds.

The Pillar of Babel is out of reach, and the upper half of the mountainside is covered by clouds, which adds a bit of mystery to the majesty and magnificence.

Russell rubbed his eyes, he had never seen such a tall mountain range, this is no longer a mountain, it can be called a pillar of heaven.

The scene was so shocking, Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought of some possibility: "Could it be that the world I live in is Hong..."

"Brother, you're awake!"

brother?

Russell turned around upon hearing this, and saw a young man running towards him waving his hands. Considering the young man's European-style face, he silently crossed out his previous conjecture.

It can be a fairy tale, but it is definitely not an oriental myth.

Russell looked at the young man who came running, and saw that his facial features were tough, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carved like a statue, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour, and he muttered: "This boy is so fucking handsome, he is almost half as handsome as me."

But it's useless for a man to be handsome, he's just putting on airs, a good body is the last word.

His eyes moved slightly, and when the young man approached, he felt bad all over.

The young man was tall and strong, with shiny bronze skin, two rows of firm and powerful abdominal muscles, and two chest muscles that were full of testosterone.

During running, the chest muscles are tense, and dancing generally shakes along with the muscle lines.

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Russell: Hey, where is the monster?

"Brother, how is your health? Are you feeling better?"

The young man ran up to Russell, full of excitement, and there was even a trace of tears in the corner of his eyes: "You have been in a coma for five days, and your parents are dying of panic."

"Big-breasted brother, don't mess around with the relationship, who are you?"

Russell took three steps back silently, keeping a certain distance. He instinctively refused a younger brother who was over 1.9 meters tall.

"Brother, don't you know me?"

The young man turned pale with shock, and his face instantly turned pale.

"I told you not to call me big brother, do you know who I am?" Russell asked tentatively.

"Of course I know, you are Russell, my biological elder brother."

"..."

Russell stroked his black hair silently, and said speechlessly: "Big breasted brother, don't talk nonsense. Take a closer look. With biological brothers like us, at least, our parents will divorce, and at worst, our family will be destroyed."

"Brother, do you really not know me?"

The young man's face was as golden as paper, biting his lips: "I am Perseus, think about it, you must remember me."

"Perseus..."

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. The name was very familiar. He was a famous hero in ancient Greek mythology, the son of Zeus, and the source of Perseus.

Although his reputation is not as good as that of Achilles and Hercules, he is by no means an unknown person.

For example, the story of Perseus beheading Medusa has been widely spread and enduring.

Stealing important information, Russell stopped talking, telepathically broke through the unsuspecting Perseus, and peeked at the important memories.

Perseus's memory is very rough. Since he was a child, he has been fishing every day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. The monotonous life is just like his personality, as white as a piece of paper.

In short, silly boy!

In Perseus' memory, Russell searched for information about his identity. The identity arranged by the system this time was the eldest son of a fisherman's family.

A family of five, two parents, three brothers and sisters, except for Russell, everyone else is blond and blue-eyed European style.

His origin is the same as that of Perseus, he was picked up by his father Spyros and his mother Marmara. The difference is that Perseus picked it up from a coffin on the ocean, while Russell picked it up from a tree with a crooked neck. Down.

In addition to Russell and Perseus, the family of five also has a young daughter, Tikola, who was born, not picked.

In Perseus' memory, Russell found the reason why 'himself' was in a coma for five days, a big tsunami.

Poseidon, the king of the sea, did not know which tendon was wrong, and the waves swept across the human city, and the coastal fishing village where a family of five lived was unfortunately implicated.

The tide flooded the peaceful fishing village and took hundreds of lives.

All five members of the family were on the boat, so they were not shot to death on the spot. In order to pick up Tikola from the tide, 'Russell' jumped off the turbulent current without wearing diving equipment, and Tikola was successfully rescued. , he disappeared.

When his father Spyros found out, he was lying on the beach with a high fever and was in a coma for five days.

Today, the parents took Tikola to go fishing, leaving Perseus to take care of them, and then Russell woke up.

With a very simple character background, Russell can easily substitute, trusting in his acting skills, he will never reveal his secrets.

"Perseus, I remembered, you are my younger brother, my own."

Russell squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes, wiped them away and bounced them on the beach, corroding two black holes.

He hugged Perseus, was squeezed by the pectoralis major muscle, he let go angrily, punched Perseus on the chest, and whispered: "This child, what kind of feed did he grow up on?"

"Brother, do you really remember?"

Perseus stared wide-eyed, as pure as him, always felt that something was wrong, and said without thinking: "But, you seem to have changed a lot...I can't say, but it must have changed."

"It's right to change."

Russell immediately made targeted adjustments, and said with a serious face: "Actually, I have lost my memory. I didn't want you to be sad, so I deliberately pretended to be fine."

Perseus cried when he heard the words, and wanted to hug Russell, but was slapped away, and choked up: "Brother! You are so kind!!"

"Second brother, you are also good, everyone is good."

Russell said casually, looking at the chest muscles that were about to dance again, and glanced to the side: "While father... father and mother have not returned from the sea, let's go hunt some prey, let's see if you are hungry, the fat content is less than 8% gone."

"Brother, I don't understand what you said."

"If you don't understand it, just pretend you didn't hear it, so that you have no doubts."

Russell tells the principles of being a person and doing things, and instills advanced life experience into the pure white paper.

Referring to the background of the times, assuming that this is the ancient Greek period, his experience comes from more than two thousand years later, so how can he not be advanced!

The two walked while talking, Perseus walked like flying, and his half-human, half-god body had amazing physical fitness, and he brought Russell to a dense forest in a short while.

He picked up the broken stones on the ground and prepared to start hunting, that is, to smash them with stones.

With his arm strength, large wild animals such as ligers and tigers are basically either dead or injured when touched.

"Perseus, how old are you?"

Russell glanced at Perseus's shiny biceps, painted it on with saliva, rubbed it a few times, and confirmed that it was not oiled, it was all natural.

"Eighteen."

Perseus replied, and added in doubt: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, it may be that the wind is too wild, which makes you look a little anxious."

"..."

Perseus didn't speak, his eyes and ears were sharp, he heard movement deep in the woods, he sprinted quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Russell kept up, and in sight, Perseus leaped high, posing in the air in a throwing pose, his muscles were tense, and he was extremely strong.

Whoosh!

With a violent piercing sound, the stone flew out like a cannonball, and accurately hit a wolf with a big tail a hundred meters away.

Rumble! !

The stone pierced through the ground, smashed into a big hole around it, splashed a large amount of dust and soil, and the wolf with a big tail...

It exploded!

Perseus stared blankly at this scene, recovered his senses and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I have no strength to put it away."

"I don't blame you for your innate supernatural power. It's the wolf who is wrong. There is such a large forest. It's not good to go anywhere. You have to appear here."

Russell gave a comforting word, and picked up a gravel: "Go to the side to cool down, I'm here to hunt today."

"Big brother, are you okay? Big brother, I remember you are very weak. Big brother, if you can't do it, don't be brave. Big brother, let me come, at least you can have meat porridge tonight..."

Boom!

The stone hit Perseus right on the forehead, interrupting his chatter.

"Sorry, missed the shot."

Russell shrugged, picked up a piece of gravel again, closed his eyes to sense it, and threw the gravel high into the air.

Perseus looked up at the sky, opened his mouth into an O shape: "Brother, do you want to shoot birds?"

Boom!

There was a sound that he didn't know what it was, so startled that Perseus hurriedly turned his head, and saw Russell taking it back from behind, and quickly ran into the distance.

"Brother, wait for me."

Perseus only felt that Russell's speed was astonishing, as if his toes were flying off the ground, and when he caught up, Russell was standing in front of a dead deer.

"Brother, what was that noise just now?"

"Why so much nonsense, carry it back... home."

"Oh!"

Perseus didn't ask any more questions, Meizizi picked up a deer that was two laps bigger than him, and picked up a pile of firewood along the way.

...

That night!

The fire was burning red in front of the cave, and amidst the crackling firewood, a family of five sat around.

Except for Russell, all are feasting.

"Son, it's good if you wake up. Today, father, I got nothing again. I'm so incompetent."

The bearded Spyros sighed, holding a knife in his thin hand, and cut a piece of venison for his little daughter.

"..."

Russell blinked, is this talking to him?

It feels so strange!

That is to say, in Spyros's memory, there is indeed a memory of raising "him" for 20 years with painstaking efforts, otherwise he would definitely slap him and let him reorganize his language.

"I'm done eating."

Perseus wiped his mouth. There was a big bone in front of him. He killed most of it by himself. He was barely full, but he was too embarrassed to continue eating.

"Why, you don't like meat?"

"I don't like it, I will get fat if I eat too much."

Perseus scratched his head: "Brother, you are just fine, and Tikola is still young, so I'll leave it for you to eat."

Snapped!

"What's wrong with being fat, what's wrong with eating meat, humans have spent tens of millions of years climbing to the top of the food chain, not because they are vegetarians."

Russell slapped Perseus on the forehead, and pushed the venison with little oil and salt in front of him: "I have a bad appetite, this is yours."

"Eh, but..."

Snapped!

Another slap, Perseus drooped his head, and began to gobble, tears streaming down his face.

"Is it tasty?"

"A bit salty!"

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