Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens

In recent decades, demon activities have become more frequent again.

Starting from Erd in the northern countries, it was observed that the upper limit of the new generation of demons has been upgraded from generals to great demons, and even the great demon among the remnants of the old era - the Saint of the End - Todd has appeared.

After learning from the new generation of demons that the Demon King was still alive, the Royal City relaunched a project to receive initial funding from brave men. For a time, countless brave teams gathered again, and the adventurer profession became active again.

It seems that no matter what era or experience, combatants will always be indispensable.

…

Even if all the prerequisites are in place, the development progress of the past vision is still extremely slow.

Judging from the current progress, Luke estimates that it will take at least seventy or eighty years.

This point in time is very delicate, because future vision happens to be unable to see the future at about that point in time, so something big is obviously happening.

"I won't die by then."

He assumed the worst, after all, people who died naturally had no future.

In the room, the sleepy Fulian buried her head in the magic book, unable to keep her eyes open. The reversal of day and night schedule made the always lazy elf a little confused.

"It reminds me of when I was studying flying magic."

"Flying magic is not that difficult."

He glanced at the sleepy teacher and said, "You have worked hard these days. Go back and rest first."

"No need, the current project is almost completed. If we figure out the speculation method of future vision and then reverse it, we will have the basic theory of past tense. Although the completeness is far away, we can see hope."

Fulilian yawned and forced herself to look at the markings and notes on the future vision manual, but her eyelids still closed a little bit uncontrollably, and finally she lay on the table and curled up into a ball.

After she fell asleep with her breathing steady, Luke glanced behind the door and said calmly: "Come in."

The door was pushed open slowly and quietly, and the tall and handsome young brave man Simmel walked in cautiously on tiptoes and nodded to Luke a little cautiously.

"Mr. Luke, good evening."

He spoke softly and softly, as if he was worried about disturbing the sleeping elf.

"Don't be so careful. You won't be able to wake Fulian up if you don't make some big noise after falling asleep."

"I know."

After saying this, Simmel still thoughtfully covered Fulilian with a blanket, his eyes unable to hide the admiration. After a moment, he set his eyes on Luke, his expression becoming solemn.

"Mr. Luke, I have something to tell you."

Luke put down the magic book in his hand and put it back where it belonged, then stood up neatly and said, "Hurry up."

The two walked to the corner of the courtyard. Luke sat on a bench and admired the moonlight that had not been seen for a long time, taking this opportunity to relax his tense nerves.

It had been a while since he had admired the moonlight, probably about ten years.

"Mr. Luke, don't you feel tired from studying magic in the study room all day?"

Simmel asked with concern.

Ever since he got to know Luke and Fulian when he was young, he could always see the two of them sitting in the study room all day long.

"Fortunately, it's a pleasure to have something to do."

He likes reading more now than when he was young, because knowledge is eternal.

The kingdom will be destroyed, the family will decline, and the sea will turn into mulberry fields, but the knowledge in the mind will last forever.

Luke replied calmly, "You didn't call me out just to care about my health."

Simmel hesitated for a moment, but chose to confess.

"Mr. Luke, I would like to invite Fulian to join my brave team."

After listening to Simmel's words, Luke nodded, "I understand, is there anything else?"

"You don't object?"

Simmel was a little surprised and at a loss.

Although Luke and Fulian had a simple relationship between students and teachers, they were both elves and spent all day together. At first, he thought the two were lovers and felt sad for a long time.

Later he learned that there was nothing between the two, and he had always regarded Luke as Fulian's guardian and respected him very much.

"You have had extraordinary fighting talent since you were a child, and now you are very powerful. Haita is also a monk who can be called a saint, and your auxiliary abilities are amazing. I feel relieved to have you two protecting Fulilian."

Simmel smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your trust. I will take good care of Fulilian."

"You still want to take care of her for the rest of your life, right? A human life."

The sudden words made Simmel's smile freeze on his face, his face turned red, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

"You...can you see that? I thought elves were as ignorant of feelings as Frillian."

"Elves are not demons. Elves can also cry, laugh, make noise, and have things they like and dislike. It's just that their mood swings are not as big as that of humans."

Luke rubbed the small bottle on his chest, "I'm a little more special."

Simmel slowly recovered from his surprise, and then asked a little nervously.

"Then what do you think of my feelings?"

"If it were before, I would probably be happy to match you up."

Luke lowered his eyes and looked at the hazy moonlight, "But now...just do what you think is right."

He was not going to deny the time he spent with Telela, but the issue of the life span of elves and humans was indeed an unsolvable problem, so the choice still depends on the individual.

But according to him, there is a high probability that Simmel in this life will follow the same path as in the original work.

Simmel's gentle personality will make him consider the mood of others more. In order to prevent Fulilian from being sad after his death, he will probably watch silently without saying anything.

Don't make a connection, it will only increase the sorrow.

Simmel should also have thought about this problem, with a little disappointment appearing on his childish face.

Seeing the appearance of Simmel, who was still mostly a child, Luke thought for a moment and snapped his fingers.

In the sky, countless dazzling meteor clusters with blue tail flames appeared. The meteors fell like silver ribbons, spreading bright silver colors on the dark canvas.

"What a nice view."

Simmel's eyes were attracted by these shooting stars, "Mr. Luke, is this your magic?"

"Yeah, the magic of creating a meteor shower."

Luke also silently looked at the seemingly endless meteor shower in the sky. "It's essentially a visual deception. It's just the illusion of flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. It's not a powerful magic."

Simmel shook his head in disapproval and said in an extremely serious tone: "But I don't see any falsehood at all. You must have put a lot of thought into this magic. I think this magic is amazing."

His words made Luke startled, then he smiled softly and reached out to rub Simmel's head.

"I originally wanted to comfort you, but I didn't expect that you comforted me in turn."

"Simmel, you will become a great warrior."

At this time, Simmel was no longer modest and nodded confidently.

"I think so too."

…

Time passes, and it will soon be the day for the brave team to set off.

The talented brave swordsman and the young and promising saint monk formally invited Fulilian to join them on the road as a magic user in the team.

In the early morning when the team left Barum, Luke came to Fulian's room to help her pack her things, so as not to cause any inconvenience to the lost elf after she went out.

"Is it really okay?"

Fulian, who was happy and relaxed, raised her head and asked Luke.

"If I leave, the process of magic research will not be interrupted."

"No, the basic principles have been almost figured out. Your absence will only delay it for a while longer, and it will only last ten years."

As Luke answered, he stuffed the stock of magic books into Frillian's suitcase to help her pass the time during the journey, and also put some commonly used daily necessities inside.

"How do you know it's ten years...oh, future vision."

Fulilian nodded her chin thoughtfully, sighing in her heart that this magic is so useful.

After looking through the suitcase, Luke was speechless and smacked his lips when he saw the shriveled money bag.

Although she had obtained a large amount of property after studying flying magic, Fulian spent it all at an extremely fast speed and used it all to purchase magic, magic tools, and some strange things.

After filling the money bag with a lot of gold coins, Luke expressionlessly took out the potion that could melt clothes.

"Who asked you to bring this?"

"Master said that as long as you give this thing to men, they will be very happy. I plan to give it to my teammates when they celebrate their birthdays." Fulilian answered casually while swinging her feet on the bed.

"Telaila said that she used it when she was pursuing you, and the effect was pretty good."

Luke's movements froze for a moment, and then he took the potion away as if nothing had happened.

"You are not allowed to take this with you. You are too young."

"You're not even a fraction of my age, Luke."

Lu Ke skipped this topic and continued to warn, "If you are on the same team, you must learn to accommodate others, don't stay in bed all day, and remember to behave reliably."

Fulian blinked, "Am I unreliable?"

"In terms of magic alone, you are very reliable most of the time. Just don't rush over to the treasure chest when you see it."

Luke sighed, "I clearly have a magic book for you to identify treasure chests, so why are you always eaten by the Mimics?"

"Magic also has errors. That magic is only 99% accurate. Great magicians are geniuses who dare to fight for the 1%."

Fulian was not ashamed but proud of being swallowed by a Mimic.

"Do we ignore the 1% possibility of success just because of the 99% failure rate?"

Luke: "..."

If someone designed a group running game with only two possibilities: great success and failure, then it is estimated that no one would play it except DouM.

"Anyway, have a nice trip."

After lingering for a long time, the coachman not far away looked impatient. Simmel and Haita also waved to the two of them. Luke put the people and the boxes on the carriage.

"Fulillian, please take care of me."

Luke nodded at the two of them.

Simmel replied seriously, "Please rest assured, I will definitely let Fulian come back safely."

At this time, Fulian seemed to have thought of something and stuck her head out of the window.

"Ah, by the way, there is something I have forgotten to tell you. I investigated it before..."

The coachman, who had been waiting for a long time, waved his whip when he saw that everyone was ready. The frightened horses immediately started running, blocking Fulian's words in the middle of the road.

Luke squinted at the gradually smaller carriage, then turned back and started packing.

The progress of the research will indeed be delayed because of Fulian's departure, but he does not intend to waste time. Instead, he will find an assistant who is more proficient in theory and has a richer knowledge base.

Fulian's master, the origin of human magic, Flame's master, the ancient elf Celie.

That existence should have come out of the mountains at this time and established a new magic association, but due to the butterfly effect brought by himself, the new magic association has been spontaneously established.

But it doesn't matter. With his vision of the future, it is not difficult for him to find someone.

But just as he set off, an uninvited guest interrupted his journey.

The resolute eyes, the two small mustaches with elegant temperament, and the strong physique that makes people feel strong just by looking at them, blocked Lu Ke's way.

The brave man of the south!

This powerful fighting force who fought against the Seven Collapse Sages and Shulahart alone in another world line, and was able to kill three of them and die together with Shulahart, suddenly blocked Lu Ke at this time.

"The father of classical magic, the great magician who invented many magics, long time no see."

"The Hero of the South, the great hero who ended the war between the nations, I have heard of your name."

Luke looked at him calmly, "You don't look well?"

This hero's face was black, his whole body was covered by black air, and big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, as if a real curse was eroding his body.

"This is the curse of Todd, the last saint of the Great Demon Clan."

The voice of the Hero of the South was a little erratic, as if he was always enduring great pain.

"She spent hundreds of years to cast an invisible curse on this planet. In order to prevent the curse from being detonated later, I killed her and absorbed all the curses on myself."

The magic of the Great Demon Clan is almost a miracle. It does not mean that it can be cracked if the combat power is strong enough. It is difficult to win without a targeted plan.

Luke listened solemnly, "You should go to the sanctuary immediately to find the best monks to help you purify the curse."

"It's useless."

The Hero of the South shook his head, "I've been there a long time ago, but the curse accumulated over hundreds of years is too strong, even the archbishop can't do anything."

"So why did you come to me? I only know simple healing magic, which is not even as good as ordinary monks."

The Hero of the South laughed twice with a twitch of his face, "I'm not here to seek treatment, but to find relief."

"You want me to kill you?"

Luke frowned, this reason didn't seem to be very sufficient, the Hero of the South could find someone else.

"Besides, I also want to talk to you."

Although he didn't know what the Hero of the South wanted to say, out of respect for his great achievements, Luke raised his hand to signal him to speak freely.

The Hero of the South forced a smile, "You may not believe it, but when I was a child, I always admired you and dreamed of becoming a magician, flying freely in the sky."

"But suddenly one day a war broke out, and the wars between the countries continued. I saw countless corpses and countless blood, and then I didn't know how I could see farther and farther."

"I saw a hero settle the war and bring peace back to the world. He turned his head and I found that he looked exactly like me, so I followed his path and overcame difficulties, completing the scene I had seen."

Luke was a little impatient when he heard this, "Please speak directly if you have something to say."

The Hero of the South smiled bitterly on his face that was twitching because of the curse.

"Sir Luke, I said so much just to show that sometimes obeying fate is not a bad thing, what do you think?"

He looked at Luke with a complicated expression, "Please go back, don't try to find anything, and don't study that magic anymore, everything is the best arrangement."

Luke chewed the word "arrangement" and the rosewood staff appeared in his hand.

With the long sigh of the Southern Hero, the great hero tortured by the curse was freed by the attack magic.

"I refuse."

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