Crossing the Other World: I Can Become a Valkyrie

"My, name..."

The cold voice echoed in the dark path. This darkness was so familiar. Even though it was a hot summer day, the darkness in the corner was still so cold. It was just a small corner in the vast sea of ​​people. No one or thing paid attention to it, unless those who were born in the darkness or were forced to come to this dark place.

How long ago did this happen? So long that no matter how familiar a person's memory is, he or she will forget everything about it in the wear and tear of time, be replaced by many new things, and eventually forget the old things and sink them into the ocean of memory.

The memories that a person sees will not disappear. It is like a folder that is constantly compressed and compressed, and gradually sinks in the mind that grows larger with the accumulation of time. However, it is not necessarily forgotten in the mind from then on. It is just a fragment that is constantly cut and differentiated. Although it is no longer the original appearance, the traces of its fragments still exist. It only needs a suitable opportunity, and then it will bloom with everything that belongs to it again. The disappeared memory will return to its original position, and before the next wear and tear comes, it will be restored to a new appearance.

"Hehehe..."

It was the voice of an old man who was about to die. His laughter echoed in a broken space. He did not care that his body was completely stained by black lines. On his shattered body, a white branch emitting a faint green light was flashing on his chest. But as time passed, the light emitted by the branch gradually became lower, just like a candle that had burned out and could be completely extinguished by a gust of smiling wind.

A figure in black long-sleeved clothes appeared in front of him. Her snow-white thighs were wearing torn green stockings that looked like vines. Her snow-white wrists were also wrapped with a vine bracelet that emitted green light. There were traces of green leaves on her snow-white face. She looked like an elf that didn't belong here. She shouldn't appear in such a dark place, but she did.

The jade feet in torn stockings were moving forward. From the old man's perspective, one could see her twilight-colored hair and starry purple eyes. The nails on her hands had all turned black, and even the black nails could be seen on the toes exposed by the torn stockings on her feet.

The branches on his body gradually became brighter as the girl approached, and the vitality that had been dim and dying was gradually restored. However, the old man, who was already frail, knew that apart from the fact that now was the time for him to return to life, the rest was that the adopted girl he had adopted for more than ten years was transmitting vitality to him, hoping to keep him, an old man who was about to leave, alive.

"Hehe, why, you don't hate me anymore?"

The girl had no intention of answering the old man's question. When she was adopted, she had always hoped that the old man would die so that she could leave this dark place and look for everything she had lost.

But as time passed, more than ten years had passed, and in her sight, the old man who was full of vigor and vitality had gradually become hunched over. But even so, she only had a small chance to defeat him. She was brought to this ghost place, and she had to worry every day about not being discovered by the dark creatures in this place, and then being contaminated and completely becoming a part of the chaos.

She didn't know it before, but now that she had lost everything she had, she hated him. She had tried to kill him for years, and he accepted them all. However, he was able to easily solve all kinds of traps set by the girl, or use his strong body to withstand them all. Of course, there were a few times when he really fell into the trap. Seeing the face she had seen for many years, the girl who fell into the trap had a smile on her face, but then she felt a little worried in her heart.

He wouldn't really be in trouble, would he? That shouldn't be the case. With the things she made, even the black ball that she kept as a pet wouldn't be in trouble. A person with the strength of a bishop, although he was indeed very old, she knew through communication that the other bishops outside were all at least a hundred years old monsters. Judging from this, he was indeed very young. As for the obvious signs of aging on his body, they were some of his old illnesses. He wouldn't live long, at least the idea of ​​outlasting those old things was impossible.

In contrast, the girl was a survivor of the initial disaster and was also a Star-Infused One. The blessing bestowed upon her by the great being meant that she had shown no signs of aging in more than ten years. Furthermore, as time passed, some of her original defects gradually disappeared, and a brand new face and body replaced her previously broken body. However, it may also be due to the incomplete blessing she received. The symptoms that appeared in the immortals recorded in the previous church records did not appear on her. What the girl currently showed was only a body that would never age.

Only in recent years has it shown some healing abilities, but this power is still very weak. Seeing the old man in pain on the ground, the girl turned her back to him and threw a branch down, then ran away immediately.

"Hehehe... Is this my end?"

"Ah, time flies by so fast..."

The old man reached his mutilated hand into his pocket and fumbled for something. While searching, he did not forget to tease the girl.

"I am going to die now, and you can finally be free. But I still want to tell you that when you go out, don't take off my robe. Leave, leave this place forever, don't touch anything that belongs to this place, and don't have any dealings with the outside world. Hide in a corner of the world forever, and don't let your existence be known to the world. Hide for as long as you can, and it's best if you never appear in this glamorous world."

The corners of the old man's mouth trembled unconsciously when he said this. The girl could feel from him that this was not the excitement of his bad taste, but fear, worry, and concern, and the objects of all these were the girl in front of him. He hoped that after hearing his words, the girl in front of him would understand that it was not the time for her to appear in the outside world.

What the old man might not know is that the girl actually didn't listen to him at all. Long before today's incident, she had left her previous hiding place many times. She also learned how to coexist with darkness in her hiding place over the years. She knew many things that the old man didn't want to tell her before, including that he was actually the Bishop of Dusk who killed people without blinking an eye and brought darkness and despair to the world whenever he appeared.

But in front of her, this ruthless demon was very tolerant of her. No matter what she did, he would choose to accept it. He could also talk to her calmly and teach her everything.

He was like a clumsy teacher. The girl could always see him hiding and reading one book after another after he came back, as if he wanted to learn the content and then teach her with normal words.

He also always allowed the girl to enter his room and play when he was out. To say playing was actually rummaging through the drawers. The girl, who was trying to find a way to get out, accidentally found many books wrapped in parchment. The covers of these books were all dark and looked very uncomfortable. Under years of teaching, she also learned a lot of strange words. After normal communication, she would also look at other things to relieve her boredom.

Of course she could understand the contents of these books, but the handwritten ones looked a little troublesome. She wanted to complain more than once about who wrote these handwritings that looked like they were stepped on by chicken feet. They were not even half as good-looking as her own!

She saw a lot in the girl's Jane Joy, but these contents would definitely be banned books if released to the outside. There were also many strange ways of using abilities, and there was only one way to use these abilities that did not come out through the darkness in the body, which was to use oneself as the center and the place where one passed through as a dividing line, and through sacrifice to gain a lot of power in a short period of time. It is said that during this period of time, people with this power can even surpass gods!

After that, the girl seemed to have opened the door to a new world. After playing every day, she spent a little time studying. Based on the methods recorded in the previous book, she actually developed many ways of using it. She also changed the original sacrifice that would come at a price to one that only required a tiny amount of insignificant cost.

Everything would have gone smoothly like this, until she came into contact with "that thing" without knowing it.

After a certain period of time, each bishop will receive a Chaos Egg, which is very rare in the church, and these are bound to each bishop. After learning that the girl had come into contact with this egg, Bishop Mu Ye said that he would not carry out the next task and returned here directly.

But no matter how fast the speed is, it cannot be as fast as the speed of chaos erosion. By the time we arrive here, we can already see the girl who has perfectly merged with the Chaos Egg.

Dusk's waist-length hair fluttered in the wind, her originally fair skin turned snow-white, the nails on her hands and feet had turned black, her pair of starry purple eyes opened, and she could instantly feel the crushing aura from the superior.

By then, he had no time to stop the girl. From today on, she had another identity, that is, the Chosen One.

From then on, she could clearly feel that the old man had been staying here longer, and often stayed in front of her intentionally or unintentionally, saying nothing, doing nothing, just looking at her quietly.

From that moment on, the second stage of her teaching began. He no longer locked up the girl intentionally, but let her explore everything on her own. She was exposed to more and more new knowledge, which was completely different from the playful beginning. He simply changed from the clumsy teacher to a strict devil in an instant.

At the beginning, it was one day a week, and on that day she was either being beaten or on the way to be beaten. As time passed and the girl came to understand the old man better, she gradually understood his beatings and could fight back directly at certain times.

But his teaching will not end, but will gradually become more severe. No, it is not even intensifying, it is just becoming perverted!

The girl standing in front of the old man didn't know how she got through that period of time. She resented the old man for a long time. She wanted to kill him by sacrifice more than once, but the only two tricks she knew were useless in front of the skilled bishop-level opponent. It was like a bronze player fighting a king, which was a waste of time.

And she seemed to have discovered that her control over her own abilities seemed to be gradually getting stronger. She didn't know if it was because of the black thing she had come into contact with before.

Although every morning was painful, he would still cook for her in the evening and bring her a lot of delicious food to comfort her. Although she was very happy eating, that old mouth kept chattering in her ear.

"Eat more. Are you enjoying your meal? As long as you're happy, it's good. This way you can be a punching bag more comfortably tomorrow. Oh no, I'll be a punching bag that can fight back. Hahahaha!!!"

The angry girl really wanted to slap him in the face, but she couldn't hit him, and she couldn't talk him out of it. What else could she do? She could only endure it. Humph, just wait!

"It seems that my time is almost up."

The branch on the old man's chest could not withstand the invasion of the massive darkness even if the girl approached. His limited vitality only allowed him to be turned into an irrational monster for a few more minutes. As soon as he died, other bishops would come to replace him and kill the monster he turned into. From then on, there would be no more Bishop of Twilight.

The girl stretched out her hand to touch the branch and continue to transmit more vitality to him. The egg had taken shape at this moment, but it did not invade the girl's body. Instead, it merged perfectly with her and called out her inner self, that is, the person who was with her. However, he didn't know if it was still him?

The old man let the girl's ear close to his mouth. On that day, he told her a lot. The girl's originally cold face gradually showed signs of being touched, until finally, mist appeared in her starry purple eyes, and drops of tears flowed across her snow-white face and dripped onto his withered hands.

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you sad?"

The hand was raised to wipe away her tears, and in her eyes she saw and felt some new emotions.

"The road I have paved for you has taken shape, and the road I can go forward has come to an end. The road ahead belongs to you..."

One hand was placed on the branch on his chest, and the hand that had been taken out of his pocket had been taken out. It was a small branch that had already withered.

The girl squatted down and put on the black robe, so that her body was merely surrounded by the shadow of the robe. The original Mu Ye was dead, and the next one was his successor, Mu Yi.

From his conversation with her, she also learned the name he gave her. Her name had long been forgotten, and the next one was the one named Mu Wu Yue, Wu Yi.

“No matter how much time has passed and how much I have forgotten, I will never forget how it all started.”

"That's my name."

"Mu Wu Yue, or Mu Wu Yi."

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