Demon Lord 3

But some aspects of the situation are still the same as they are for humans. This experience feels incredibly smooth, not like a true immortal, nor like a real person. I can't handle either of those all at once. This is the only way to have a transition period. We'll be able to upgrade very quickly in the future. Stretching, I got up and wrote in my diary. Seeing everyone was a little tired, I didn't wake them up again. Every day, everyone wakes up earlier than me. Today, I was the first one up. Looking around, I realized it seemed like no one got much sleep last night. After I went to bed, Lin Zhenfei went to help contact people, and the case is almost closed. Wu Luansen and his team sorted out all the information and entered it into the file. Every time we complete a mission, we record it in the file as a draft and archive. Zhou Chuyuan was looking for a new place to plan a new mission, as a precaution. Gradually he has developed the demeanor of a leader, and I nodded secretly, thinking that this young man has finally grown up and become a person who can carry the backbone of the whole team. In front of so many geniuses and so many capable people, he has also demonstrated his extraordinary talent. He is also a leader among the strong. I can't help but give a thumbs up to this young man who has been pursuing me. Indeed, this is the reason why I agreed at that time. Among the people I know, no one can surpass him. It may be because I cherish talents, and it is because I think the arrangement of fate is also the best arrangement. This does not mean that I accept my fate. This may be the most appropriate arrangement for me, and my favorite arrangement. Maybe it is what I planned in my previous life. It may be something I have planned, or it may be something I have always dreamed of, or it may be something that everyone has chosen for me and I have silently approved of. But no matter what it is, I am full of joy and expectation. With this joy and expectation, I have once again embarked on a new journey. For the next task, I don’t know where I will go, and I will experience some major events, but I know that everything is different. Although it seems that we have solved it so easily, only we know how nervous we were at that time. It is simple to say, but difficult to do. It would be great if I could record these details well, but now I can hardly remember anything. Indeed, after I have written this notebook, I open the previous When I meet someone, I am very curious about what other things were recorded at that time. It may be the most important thing. But those things I experienced before that I wanted to write down but couldn’t, have they slowly drifted away with the memory? Memories are like the wind, floating here and there. Sometimes I try to catch it with my hands but can’t. But I understand how the wind can be caught by hands, and so do I. How can I follow the tide of memory and go back? Everyone goes in one direction and never looks back, but this direction is the direction of destiny. We cannot change destiny, nor can we turn the tide. What we have to do is to follow destiny and move forward. When we reach a certain level, I may I might glance back, but that would be at most a brief pause, a pause only fleeting, born amidst my confusion and pacing. When I finally stop wandering, I can only look forward. Looking forward, I find my boat has already sailed past thousands of mountains. Looking back, I'm already standing among the peaks, overlooking the ravines of mediocrity. What was once insignificant is ultimately beneath my feet. What once seemed noble is now beneath my peak. There's a saying that we'll one day meet at the summit, but this summit is the result of my expending most of my life's savings and power. I hope this statement is easy to say, but I hope even more that it's easy to do. But how can something that's easy be good? Precious things generally aren't easily obtained. I strive to look forward, I strive to catch the wind, but how can the wind continue to walk with me? It only runs against me. The wind will follow me when I run, giving me a boost, but when I feel down, it will pass by in a flash, leaving only the rustling sound of fallen leaves, leaving me with endless sadness. The rustling wind and the roaring water will make me stumble and be drawn back to my original position. Zhou Chuyuan is no longer the timid little boy who is only slightly taller than me. Although he has become more mature and stable now, the childishness on his face still makes people feel that he has no psychological ability at first glance.