Demon Lord 3

As for his martial arts skills, let him develop them on his own. He's already a top-tier fighter in this world. We've helped him clear so many obstacles, like that wishing tree and setting up a new one. We won't interfere with anything he does next. When we come back to retrieve him, the world should be much better, right? When I went back to rest, I found the bed unusually warm. It felt like there were no more dangers here, nothing threatening us. Suddenly, I felt really good here. I didn't want to leave. If I stayed forever, no one could force me. Let's just get a good night's sleep here, which is better than anything else. I slept for hours. In my dreams, I saw my sister and mother waving at me, wanting me to go to the big world. My grandmother would often pick fresh fruits for me to burn in the house, and some beautiful flowers, all grown by my grandfather, which she would also pick for me. My uncle also said he'd be waiting for me to return. Indeed, when I thought of this, I suddenly thought of my family. Suddenly, I felt homesick. Where exactly is home? Is home the big world, or that house we've torn down? Suddenly, I realized I didn't have a real home. Returning to the big world, there were still many intrigues and struggles, requiring me to build a large family. Without these intrigues, the family couldn't function properly. But with these intrigues, what would they bring? Fights among the children, suspicions among the family members, or memories that we can never erase? Thinking of this, I felt like everyone's smiling faces were awakened from a dream, slowly fading from my dream. Now I was in reality, and all I could do was write it down. But when I picked up the pen, I found I had no idea where to start. What should I think? Do I have to say everything I'm thinking? A voice echoed in my mind, saying it was my fault, or who else was it? I just mentioned a person I received into my consciousness. He was thinking about the vastness of the world, but I wanted to put him in a cage. Suddenly, I released him, but not completely. I just wanted to chat with him. He also made his soul into a little man the size of a pen cap, lying on my notebook. He said he was helpless. Usually he could go fishing and enjoy the scenery, but he didn't expect that when he came to me, he could only lie on the notebook and chat with me. I asked him if he could play with us in the future, and he said yes, but he didn't seem to have a name. I said let's call him Wuming, but then I thought someone seemed to have called him that name before, so he asked me to give him one. I haven't thought about it yet, so I said I'll talk about it later. When chatting with him, I also learned that almost none of his relatives and friends in this world would call him by his previous name, but now he would rather say that he has no name, because no one has called him for a long time. Today he is called Zhang San, and tomorrow he is called Li Si. Maybe others don't have a good definition of him or just call him a fool or a jinx. Because of his special fate, all his family members died because of him, but he thinks those people died for a reason, and it's not because of him, but no one will believe it. What should he do? He goes to defend himself or do anything else, it's fruitless, he won't do anything random, and when you come here, he feels extremely warm, maybe staying in my consciousness, sometimes not talking, he also sleeps when I work, then he can sleep a few more hours than me, so that he can conserve his energy and rest for a while, he thinks it is an extremely happy thing, he likes to rest, I don't know why, he thinks sleeping is also a kind of fun, especially in other people's consciousness, if you stay like that, you don't have to walk or move, he is still a relatively lazy person, sometimes people around him call him stupid, call him lazy, all kinds of unpleasant words, approaching him, but he just slowly eased up, and finally just smiled, there is nothing that can completely get rid of this matter, he just feels that all things are coming at him, and he either dodges sideways or opens his arms to hug. I asked him if it was even a bad thing, in fact, when I asked this question, I asked it with a little playfulness, after all, I didn't think he could answer it.