The Endless Shuttle

Bell looked up, eyes full of blankness.

"No, it's definitely not false!" He cried and growled: "I saw it with my own eyes! My friends died in the war, and the desperate eyes of those people when they were massacred by the ruler! I was shot and almost died, but it was Paul who took care of me for three months. How could it be false! Impossible!"

"Bell Clowney."

Rope whispered Bell's name.

Bell froze.

"Do you remember who gave you this name?"

"grandfather……"

"Do you remember where you lived as a child?"

"A remote mountain village..."

"Then why are you traveling alone away from the mountain village where you were born and raised?"

"Find encounters in dungeons...become heroes..."

The boy with white hair and red pupils muttered, with an expression that seemed to be crying or smiling.

"It turned out to be like this, I forgot..." Bell murmured, "I came into contact with Lord God's book, and then entered that world... Whether Paul or those revolutionary comrades, they are all illusory."

Looking at Bell Cranney, who recalled his true self, Rope nodded.

He didn't send Bell into the world in the book just to create psychopathy, the devil's pleasure is not in this.

A long silence fell, and Bell sat on the ground blankly.

"Is there anything you want to say? How did it feel to be in the world of books for decades?"

"It sucks..."

Bell lowered his eyes and said in an old-fashioned tone.

"The poor class, oppression and humiliation, in that world, only the proletarian revolution still has a trace of warmth...the crimson red that is enough to make people intoxicated, for which they can strive for the fulfilling goal of a lifetime."

"So, do you understand what a hero is?"

"……Understood."

Bell looked at the blue sky and said.

"The one who can truly liberate the people is the hero, the hero of the people. How naive I was in the past, looking forward to the dawn of the hero story, but forgetting the reality of this world, and only wanting to be an adventurer..."

There are landlords in his village and servants of the kingdom's nobles to collect rent.

Bell hated them, but only hated, and had no other ideas.

After all, when he was a child, he was fascinated by his grandfather's words about the dungeon and maze, and he didn't pay attention to those trivial things at all.

After decades of illusion in the book, he understood.

The real heroes are not those shining existences, but the down-to-earth, unknown people who fight for all the proletarian people.

Just like his best friend, Paul Korchagin.

"It's good to understand."

Luo Pei took off the hood and asked with a smile.

"We've arrived in O'Leary, Bell, do you want to go into town with me?"

Bell Craney looked up at the majestic city.

It's strange that the city that once made people excited just by hearing the name, now has no feeling at all.

Bell even felt that he didn't belong there.

The life of swinging on a train with a Mauser in hand was his.

He stood up, looked at O'Leary again, and said.

"No need, my lord..."

Bell wrapped the wrap around his body a little tighter.

"I don't belong there, nor should my heroic wishes be fulfilled there."

There was a certain light in his red pupils.

"The most precious thing for man is life, and life belongs to man only once. Man's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed for doing nothing; , when he was dying, he was able to say "my whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world - to fight for the liberation of mankind". "

Bell Clowney turned around and prepared to leave.

He made his own decision to be a hero.

Suddenly, the white-haired and red-eyed boy stopped, and turned his head to show that he was very similar to a few days ago, but with a different pure smile.

"Master Luo Pei, I am very grateful that you can show me the real way. Really, thank you very much. I wonder if you can give me that book?"

"for you."

Luo Pei smiled and threw the book over.

"But that book is already an ordinary book, and it will no longer have any magical power."

"Well, I know, I just want to keep it as a souvenir."

Bell carefully put the book next to his body.

"Even if it's false, I can get Paul's power... and always remember his glorious life."

"One last thing for you. Bell, go on."

Bell turned his head and reached out to take what Rope threw.

Then, he smiled brightly.

"You are truly a miraculous Lord God, I lack this..."

It was a bottle of vodka in a glass.

Bell thought of the soldiers who squatted in the same shack with him during the war.

With simple smiles, they invited themselves to have drinks that were not considered delicious.