The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Snowflakes fell piece by piece, and the snow quickly covered the ground, like a naughty child waving a crayon, and the whole world turned white. ~~щww~suimеng~lā

The breath I exhaled was white, and I stared blankly at everything in front of me. The sprawling mountains were all white.

When I drew my sword, in a trance, the whole world became like this.

The boundless snow spreads at the end of the horizon, and the frozen waterfall hangs above the ice lake. The snow-capped mountains in the distance seem to be in the background, but it feels close to the side.

"Eliza...Heloise?"

The peculiar sense of space replaced my worldview. When I was the only one left in the world, everything was peaceful.

It's so quiet, so cold, and I'm not used to this world with nothing.

Step out, only the sound of stepping into the snow.

"anyone there?!"

My shouting and getting back "is anyone there?" echoed in the snow-capped mountains.

I tried to be alert to such a world, but I couldn't concentrate all the time. My instinct told me that there was no danger here, there was only me here, and it was a safe haven for me alone.

"What kind of evil spell is this?"

I can't understand, what kind of spell can trap me in such an area for an instant.

Heart like the world? No, I don't feel the source of magic.

Transfer spells? Forcibly teleporting me is basically impossible.

everything is real? That is even more impossible. It was just a flame world with infinite flames, and it was still facing the current God of Fire Elements, and it is even more impossible to be such an area.

Such a land of ice and snow is not suitable for the existence of flame elemental creatures. On the contrary, it is more suitable for the ice method like me......

"what?"

Only then did I realize that what I was holding in my hand was not my familiar lightsaber, but a transparent ice blade.

This is a crystal clear long knife. The two-edged and five-edged blade surpasses common sense. The streamlined blade has no decoration, and the natural bending has a strange beauty.

Wherever it exists, it is naturally unmodified, and the transparent blade is as thin as a cicada's wings, making people wonder if it will be turned into fragments if it collides with it, more like a work of art than a weapon.

But the slightly cold air was reminding me that this ice sword, the Demon Sword Northland, was definitely a murder weapon.

It has no hilt, and the entire blade is a blade. Before you know it, the right hand holding the sword is already full of blood, and it has not fallen to the ground, but it has turned into red snowdrops.

The blood dripped off the blade, and the cold air surrounded the blade, inexplicably attracting everyone's attention.

"It's a fierce sword."

The inexplicable feeling turned into reality in my heart. I knew instinctively that this sword was longing for life, whether it was the enemy's or my own, the price of its existence in the world was the sacrifice of life.

Inserting the sword into the snow, I sat down helplessly, sitting in the snow, looking at the boundless snow scene and the white clouds in the sky, and lying in the snow in confusion.

Seeing this sword, I completely figured it out. What kind of strange spell brought me here, obviously I brought it here myself.

reason?

"Heh, it turns out that I'm just a coward too, I've clearly come to my senses..."

Can one deceive oneself? I always thought it was okay, and if I lied a lot, it would come true, but this time, it seems to have gotten off the ground again.

Perhaps, even this sword is more honest than me, it chose the most unacceptable way for me - escape.

I originally thought that the Demon Sword Northland would take a certain amount of time to perfect. After all, I could never depict the most real Northland in my heart, but from now on, what I lacked was actually just a little emotion.

despair? Pain? at a loss? consciousness? I can't be sure which kind of feeling completed this sword for me, after all, these things are not lacking in the North, but I know that I will never be grateful for it.

There is no point in escaping, and delaying the coming of pain will only make waiting for the time of pain a torture, and what should come will always come.

Obviously, the strength has been substantially improved with the shaping of the blade, and the power of this magic sword is far beyond expectations, but there is nothing happy about it.

It was just born, why did it ask me to make a choice? Are you aware of my unease? Or is your ability just out of control after finishing yourself? Well, it doesn't really make sense to know why...

"Okay, let me out."

I never thought that one day I would actually speak to my sword, but the most helpless thing is that these words are meaningless.

"I said, okay, I've made up my mind, let me out."

Suppressing inexplicable anger, is it towards this sword, or towards the unsatisfactory self?

Time passed bit by bit, but this boring landscape did not change, anxiety turned into flames burning in the chest.

"Don't worry about it! You're just a sword!"

"You're nothing, you're just a part of me! You can't make decisions for me!"

"Open it up, what you're doing now is meaningless."

Knowing that words are meaningless, the inexplicable anxiety turned into an angry roar, stirring back and forth in the snow-capped mountains, and finally everything calmed down.

In this world of ice and snow where it's just me, doing meaningless things, eventually, the flame of anxiety goes out, and every minute makes the countdown to the end one step closer.

The pendulum of the doomsday is ticking, dazedness and fear are mixed together, four or five hours are wasted like this, the roaring questioning turns into a murmured plea.

"...Please, open it..."

The next moment, the whole world disappeared, and what I saw in front of me was no longer the snowy mountains, but the familiar home.

Is the magic sword reaching its limit? Or is everything irreparable?

It's just that the scene in front of me is a little abnormal. My maid is using a meteor hammer... I mean, the tail of my cat is shaking vigorously. Judging from the angry scream in the cat, I don't seem to be How long have you been away? !

"Roland help! Why did you disappear in an instant, where did you go just now?"

"How long have I been gone?"

"Two or three minutes, I'm being bullshit, save me! Hey, you have ice beads on your face, teardrop-shaped, could it be..."

"That's your illusion! Do you still want me to save you!"

I quickly wiped my face. I didn't know what to say. It seems that the ability of this magic sword has greatly exceeded my expectations. I am a little scared, but I am a little regretful. No irreversible choice has been made.

Hours of being alone in the world of ice and snow, and the changing moods, completely calmed me down.

A future with only one road? No, I have never believed that there is no desperation in this world at all. Even in despair, there is infinite hope, but we did not grit our teeth until the moment of turning point, and did not find the only hope.

"A world of despair? A scene of despair? It's not like I haven't experienced a moment more desperate than this. Facing the apocalypse with a sad face is not suitable for me. There is only a glimmer of hope... No, even a desperate situation without hope. The wall, I have to hit a way too!" (To be continued.)