Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

"Although glory is also an illusory thing, I am not lying about one thing. In history, only a few lives have been able to reach this point. This is indeed an amazing achievement." The devil's tone was filled with a hint of admiration.

Howard ignored him. After these farces, Howard no longer wanted to listen to his stand-up comedy.

But the demon stretched out its tail and wrapped it around Howard's waist, lifting him up until he was at eye level.

"What are you doing?" Howard asked impatiently.

"Human, after all this time together, I still don't know your name," said the devil.

Howard: "You didn't tell me your name either."

Devil: "I remember that according to human etiquette, a man should introduce his real name to a woman first."

Howard almost laughed out loud, but he held it back and retorted, "Among the followers of the Lord of Pleasure, are there any distinctions between men and women?"

The demon hesitated for a moment, then said, "My real name is Freya."

Howard also simply said his name.

Freya: "Mr. Howard, I feel a little reluctant to leave you. Please stay with me. Humans are toys that are too easily damaged, and I will take good care of you."

Howard looked directly at the demon named Freya and spoke clearly: "After these lies, you know it's impossible for me to believe you again."

For a moment, Howard saw a hint of loss in the eyes of the devil who always had a smile in his eyes. God didn't know whether it was the truth or another lie.

"I'm going to tell you the truth next." Freya looked into Howard's eyes. "This is the final test. Don't stop and don't fall asleep."

Then Freya kissed Howard on the lips, and Howard suddenly felt as if the whole world was spinning and twisting as if it were being flushed down a toilet. Different colors blended into each other, and objects stuck to each other until they could no longer be distinguished.

When the colors and objects stabilized again, Howard found himself in a completely new environment.

This seemed to be a small cabin belonging to a wealthy family on vacation in the countryside. It was dusk, and heavy snow was falling outside. There were no lights on inside, but the warm glow from the burning fireplace illuminated the area in front of it. On the iron rack in front of the fireplace, a never-ending supply of black tea and milk was brewing. Perfectly baked cookies in the wall oven exuded a creamy aroma. Howard was curled up on a soft, comfortable sofa, just at the edge of the fireplace's light, covered in a thick blanket.

It was such a peaceful and comfortable environment that Howard yawned, and a feeling of tiredness naturally crept into his mind.

Just as he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, Freya's words came back to his mind: Don't stop, and don't fall asleep.

The part of his lips that was kissed felt as painful as if it were burned by charcoal fire. Howard jumped up from the sofa with a start, but the sleepy feeling did not disappear, but became more intense.

My eyeballs kept rolling upwards, my limbs felt heavy and uncontrollable, and my upper and lower eyelids were attracted to each other like two magnets.

Howard bit his lower lip so hard that he bit through it, but the pain was not enough to suppress his sleepiness. Without much hesitation, Howard reached into the fireplace.

The flames scorched his skin, making a hissing sound. Howard pulled his hand out of the fireplace, but because he pulled too hard, he pulled out a piece of red-hot charcoal. The charcoal fell on the wool carpet and burned instantly like a spark falling into an oil pan.

Howard took two steps back in fear, then tripped over something and fell to the ground. However, the sleepy feeling did not go away, and he had no strength to get up after falling. At this time, the flames had engulfed half of the house. The burning wooden structure of the house released thick smoke, and the oxygen content in the air was getting lower and lower. Howard felt his head getting heavier and heavier.

But he hadn't given up completely. Since his lower limbs were powerless, Howard used his two hands that were still able to move to grab the floor and move forward bit by bit.

Howard struggled hard and finally moved to the door. He pulled the handle with all his strength, and the tightly closed door was immediately blown open by the blizzard outside. The fierce sub-zero wind mixed with frost blew on Howard's face, and his face was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.

Howard shivered from the cold, but it also helped him regain control of his numb lower limbs, and then he ran barefoot into the blizzard.

Howard soon realized that running into a blizzard of this severity wearing thin clothes was not much better than staying in the cabin and being burned to death. In the extreme cold, his body quickly lost consciousness and he could only mechanically walk in the direction he had last chosen when he lost consciousness. The soles of his feet had already been frozen and rotten. At first, blood was still flowing out, leaving a series of red footprints on the ground, but later, even his blood vessels were filled with ice crystals, and the blood stopped flowing.

"A-choo!" Howard sneezed, and as his body shook, something fell down. Howard reached out and picked up the thing and looked at it for a long time, then found that it was his nose.

Howard wanted to curse.

Because although the previous so-called tests were also very torturous, at least we could guess the general way to break the game. But what was the way to break this test? Frozen to death or burned to death?

When Howard was in school, he hated doing reading comprehension the most because it always required "analyzing the intention of the questioner". He never expected that he would still have to analyze it after so many years. But if he made a mistake in analysis this time, it would not be as simple as getting scolded or failing the course, but he might even lose his life.

As if Howard heard the cry in his heart, Howard suddenly saw a small river appear in front of him. Logically speaking, a small river with such a large flow of water should have frozen long ago, but the small river in front of him not only did not freeze, but was emitting bursts of hot steam like a hot spring.

On the other side of the river, the sun is warm and bright.

Howard could only choose to believe that this was the intention of the person who set the question. He dragged his half-functionless body to the river, took a deep breath and jumped in.

Although this was a very narrow river, it was unexpectedly deep. Howard could no longer touch the bottom as soon as he stepped into the water. Fortunately, he had learned a little swimming and immediately took a deep breath to ensure that he would not sink directly to the bottom.

The river water was warmer than it looked, and Howard's limbs gradually regained consciousness, but the previously frozen wounds also began to thaw, followed by tingling pain all over his body.

But these pains were nothing compared to the pains he had experienced before. Howard adjusted his posture and swam towards the other side. Fortunately, the river demon didn't play any tricks. If there were some whirlpools or water ghosts, Howard would really want to die.

Finally, before he ran out of energy, Howard touched the land on the other side.

Howard originally wanted to use this support point to get ashore, but the soil was soft in texture, and after Howard exerted so much force, it loosened and fell off. Howard, who had just struggled to stick his head out of the water, fell into the water again.

But this time, he no longer had the strength to move forward.

Howard slowly sank to the bottom of the water. He watched the light on the water surface getting farther and farther away from him, and his heart was unexpectedly calm.

He has tried very hard, but no matter how hard he tries, he is still just a mortal. There are some things he really cannot do, even if he tries his best.

He closed his eyes peacefully, the last breath of air escaping from his nostrils.