With the crisp sound of glass shattering, the platform where the two Creators were located began to collapse. The designer and observer were suspended in mid-air, staring at the destructive world below.

“It has begun.”

Even though the "sanctuary" where he was located quickly shrank, the designer was still calm as usual: "That boy... has really begun to save the world."

"Ha, how do you know that he is not planning to destroy the world?" The observer laughed: "Maybe he is a deeply hidden antisocial personality, and he is ecstatic because of his chance to destroy the world!"

"Even if that's the case, I will accept it calmly." The designer sighed: "I can't stop the inevitable destruction, and you can't do it. Even if his chances of success are only one percent, it's better than those of us guys with zero chances."

All along, designers have done everything by themselves and hate this feeling of leaving fate.

Unfortunately, there is no other choice now.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to go to my place to drink?" The observer stretched out his translucent right hand and patted the designer on the shoulder: "Anyway, I'm idle now, let's go!"

"roll."

The designer didn't bother to pay attention to the lunatic, but just lowered his head and focused his eyes on the dark void.

Change has begun and can no longer stop. Whether this world can survive will be decided by that man.

...

The ragged blood-colored battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the broken corpses covered the entire battlefield.

The armor fragments and the torso fragments were mixed together, and the solidified dark red plasma stuck to the ground. The right hand on a broken arm twitched slightly under the nerve reflex.

This battlefield, which is located in unknown places, has long become the Taotie banquet hall of the god of death. At this moment, there are only two soldiers who are still alive on the battlefield.

What's worse is that these two guys are still hostile.

“Hu…hu…”

A strong man sat next to his comrade's body, gasping for breath, and his clear lines of muscles were covered with blue tattoos.

His left arm and left leg were cut from the joints, and his moxidan hairstyle and beard were already stained with blood. Although he could no longer stand up, his remaining right hand was still holding the battle axe tightly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the enemy sitting twenty meters away:

"I want to kill you!" the barbarian growled.

"It's all like this, why are you still so persistent?" The soldier sitting not far away said slowly: "Anyway... we are all dying."

The soldier was a head shorter than the barbarian opposite and was wrapped in gray heavy armor like a can. This was probably the main reason why he could survive until now. The heavy armor was covered with traces of knife and axe and chisel, and there was no intact place on his body. Judging from the dozen or so holes in his chest and abdomen, and his face pale due to excessive blood loss, the soldier couldn't live long.

The soldier's body was losing its temperature, and his cold hands kept shaking. It seemed that he had been thrown into the ice cellar, and he could not even pick up the short sword beside him.

“I…I…I…I’m tired…”

The soldier's teeth kept fighting and his speech was stuttering. The brown eyes were losing their color, and his twisted expression was filled with fear:

"I don't want to... fight again..."

He was originally just an ordinary student, but this protracted war destroyed almost all the troops. He and his classmates were forcibly sent to the battlefield to act as cannon fodder. As for those classmates... they are now in the nearby corpses.

War is extremely sinful, and there is no glory on the battlefield. Those old people just need to sit in the conference hall and talk, but the dead are young people who hate war.

If there is an afterlife, it doesn't matter if he becomes a livestock. He just wants to live in a country without war. If he still wants to continue fighting, it would be better to die forever.

However, the savage didn't think so.

"Invader! I'm going to kill you!"

Even though he was covered in bruises, the barbarian's heart was still burning with a blazing anger.

In contrast to the young man who hates war, he is a real warrior who believes in the doctrine of heresy - only warriors who die on the battlefield can obtain true glory, and as for those cowards who die of illness, they can only go to hell after death!

Originally, he had no war to fight and could only farm at home, but after learning that his neighboring countries had begun to invade a large amount of money, he was ecstatic. He immediately picked up the battle axe and joined the war with other warriors.

——Now that I am about to die, I can ascend to the Valhalla and enjoy fine wine with the warriors.

Realizing that his body was rapidly deteriorating, a hideous smile appeared on the savage's rough face covered with scratches.

The pain in the body began to disappear, and the consciousness gradually faded away. The barbarian closed his eyes with satisfaction. After a while, he opened his eyes again:

"This is the Temple of Heroes? It's so shabby!"

Looking at the endless wilderness in front of him, the barbarian complained loudly.

He looked down at his body. His broken limbs had recovered, and all the wounds left on the battlefield disappeared.

At this time, he could be said to have restored his "factory settings". However, he was not happy at all.

For barbarian warriors, the scars on their bodies are proof of glory, and only the sissy skin is smooth.

However, the barbarian was depressed for a moment and suddenly thought of something:

"I seem to have been here."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had been here before. As the dusty memories gradually awakened, the barbarians quickly understood what this place was:

This place is the realm of the dead, and all the dead will come here and wait for the next time to be "summoned" into the world of the living.

I have been here many times. If nothing unexpected happens, I should have waited for reincarnation step by step this time. But...

"Everyone, you are dead now." A male voice suddenly rang out in the savage's mind.

"Miscellaneous, get out!"

The barbarian looked around while roaring, but did not see anyone. The location within his sight was still an endless wasteland.

The voice did not stop, and continued to use a lazy voice to state to him the "rules" of the world of the dead:

"You already know where this is and where you should go. But now, I will tell you the truth of this world and let you decide whether to continue to survive here, wait for the next resurrection, or disappear completely in exchange for eternal sleep?"

With the explanation of the male voice, the world in front of the barbarian suddenly turned into a deep universe. A satellite drifting in space entered his sight. The sun sail that had been opened was like the wings of an angel.

"It starts with satellite launch..."

Even though he had never been exposed to "satellites" in his previous life, the barbarian still understood everything the other party said. In a shocked state, he accepted the whole truth.

"I... am fake?"

He looked down at his intact hands, almost unable to believe this fact.

Then, two doors of different colors appeared in front of him.

"Now, you can choose your own path. Open the blue door and you will continue to exist in the world of the dead and be reincarnated after a period of time."

"The red door will allow you to obtain permanent death, your data will be permanently cleared, and you will always jump out of this cycle."

"You can stay here for an infinite amount of time before making a decision. Please be careful, and when you make a choice, you will never regret it."

"Choose your answer, the dead."

"I want to survive, I want to continue fighting!"

The barbarian pushed open the blue door without hesitation and stepped into the void behind the door.

...

At the same time, the young soldier who had just died of blood loss stood in front of the red door.

"I've had enough..." he muttered.

Even if you return to the world of the living, you will be caught up in the war again. After experiencing the previous tragic death, young people are already tired of that kind of life.

He thought for a moment, slowly pushed open the red door, and at the last moment before stepping into the door, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally...it's time to rest."

His eyes turned dark, his consciousness disappeared in an instant, his entire human data was erased, and he completely disappeared from the world.
Chapter completed!