Chapter 18

Finally, Akara explained to me the information about the Worldstone. Since the discovery of the Worldstone, humans have only then begun to discover the existence of spatial magic and started to study it. Many powerful spatial magic spells were invented through the study of this Worldstone. By the time of Tal Rasha, spatial magic had reached unprecedented development. Unfortunately, not long after, all the materials related to this field were destroyed by the hellish forces' frenzied retaliation. Only the method for creating the magic scroll for the fixed-point spatial teleportation portal has been passed down.

The location of the Worldstone is within the city of Harrogath. In the Worldstone of the First World, you can use this Worldstone to teleport to the Second World, but the arrival point is not the Worldstone of the Second World, but rather the Rogue Encampment. This is why the Rogue Encampment is known as the main base of the dark world.

In the Worldstone of the Second World, you can choose to teleport to the Rogue Encampment of the Third World or return to the Rogue Encampment of the First World. However, no one has ever chosen to teleport back to the First World, as it is a disgrace for a class changer, even for a short time. The brave warriors who successfully challenge the avatar of Baal must immediately set out for the Third World after making preparations. In the brutal battles of the Third World, even arriving a second earlier could save a precious life.

In the Third World, due to the interference of hellish forces, it is no longer possible to teleport back to the Second World. Therefore, once you step into the Third World, it means that unless you drive away the hellish forces, you will never be able to return.

However, no one has ever hesitated, and no one has ever regretted. They are battle-hardened warriors, their wills as strong as steel, and they bear the hope of the entire dark continent...

Akara quietly watched my departing back: "Old Farah, you won't get tired of maintaining invisibility, will you?"

The space trembled, and a white-bearded old man walked out. If I had seen him, I would have been surprised to find that this old man was the old wizard I met in the bar who cast the soundproof barrier.

"Hehe~ I didn't expect that this invisibility skill, derived from spatial magic, would be seen through by you."

The white-bearded old man showed no remorse, speaking naturally.

"Using unperfected spatial magic without permission, aren't you afraid of being swept into uncontrollable chaos?"

Akara snorted, not being very polite to the old man. She didn't even offer him a seat or a sip of Clear Spirit Water—this old man had made her tent so vulgar, causing her great embarrassment, tarnishing her reputation.

"Don't say that, Akara. Even if you don't believe in my abilities, you should believe in my character. The probability of such a thing happening is so small, it's almost impossible."

The white-bearded old man Farah sat down without hesitation, took a sip of the Clear Spirit Water that someone had just left, and said shamelessly, "Akara, your Clear Spirit Water tastes worse. Well, I'll reluctantly help you drink it to prevent you from poisoning other customers!"

"Get out!"

Akara wished she could kick this shameless old man out of her tent immediately.

"To be honest, Akara, why did you tell that young man all this? Did you discover something?"

Farah suddenly changed from his playful demeanor to a serious one, knowing that Akara, who worships the Great Eye, not only has the ability to see through others' hearts but is also very proficient in divination.

"I saw nothing, felt nothing. Except for the numerous lies that even a normal person can discern, the young man gave me a sense of chaos."

Akara sighed, lowering her head. "But the Great Eye told me two words."

"Which two words?" Hearing the Great Eye, Farah's face turned serious. The prophecy of the Great Eye is never wrong.

"Change."

"Change?"

"Yes, it's him. His appearance will bring change to our war. I don't know if this change is good or bad for us, but according to the front-line reports, the attacks of the hellish army are becoming more intense. Our manpower is not being adequately replenished, and our warriors are already very tired. Could there be any worse news? So, I decided to take a gamble."

Akara pulled open the tent's canvas door, her pale eyes fixed on the gloomy sky.

"To bet on this young man, to change the current situation and create new hope for us. And he will become a legend..."

"Ah...choo!!!"

On the street, I sneezed heavily—was I being thought about by someone?

Should I also have to do this in the future? After leaving Akara's tent, I struggled internally. I yearned for a peaceful life, but thinking of the warriors who fought for the peace of the entire dark continent, the heroes who battled in the Third World, I felt extremely ashamed of my selfish thoughts. Without their efforts, how could I have peace? A sense of responsibility, never felt before, weighed heavily on my heart, almost suffocating me.

I shouldn't have delved too deeply into the conversation with Akara. I felt like I had tied myself up, and I was now entangled in this mess.

"Whatever, let's take it one step at a time. We'll deal with the future when it comes."

I muttered to myself, but I knew I was already mired in this quagmire. The role of a righteous hero seemed almost certain. The only hope was that the heroes of the Third World would display their might and defeat the hellish forces before I got stuck in the boring RPG grind of leveling up, farming, and killing bosses. Then everyone would be happy.

After clearing my thoughts, I looked around and realized I was lost...

Although the central square wasn't very large, it was enough to confuse a rookie like me. What should I do? Ask someone for directions? But everyone around me was a class changer, and they all had a "do not approach" look. I decided to find my way on my own; I wasn't the type to seek help from strangers.

Besides, the square wasn't that big, and I might even encounter hidden events or meet a senior hero in a secluded corner, obtaining a legendary weapon or secret manual. I fantasized about it.

With this in mind, I randomly chose a secluded alley and entered it.

Why a secluded alley? If you don't know, go read a few hundred traditional martial arts novels and modern web novels.

I hadn't walked far when I heard a series of "ding ding ding" sounds. I was overjoyed, thinking I had entered the protagonist mode. I immediately shook my body, put on a dark and serious expression, and felt a powerful aura of dominance emanate from my body, filling the entire earth...

Unfortunately, no one saw it. Otherwise, hah, the minions and beauties would have all screamed and rushed over. I rubbed my chin, feeling quite pleased with myself.

Eh?

Why did those "ding ding ding" sounds disappear? My legendary weapon, my legendary skills!

I snapped out of my protagonist mode and found that the sounds had disappeared.

I looked around and easily spotted a hot gaze shooting through the gap between two houses.

Following the gaze, our eyes met and instantly locked together, as if we had known and loved each other for a thousand years.

Of course, the last part was just my imagination...

She had short, golden hair, a slightly flushed, determined face, and a straight, beautiful facial structure. Her thin lips would look cool when she smiled, and her long, arched eyebrows framed a pair of brown eyes. If these features were on a man, we would call him handsome and cool.

Unfortunately, she was a woman, so I could only describe her as heroic and beautiful.

Her body was solid but not bulky, with no visible muscle definition. Instead, it was well-proportioned, graceful, and elastic, a popular figure that was pleasing to the eye and hinted at explosive power.

From any angle, her heroic demeanor, perfect figure, and sharp, beautiful face could be considered harmonious and perfect. Especially her eyes, which were particularly bright, as if burning with a determination that also carried a hint of sorrow, making her irresistibly attractive.

Just as a man's weathered eyes can attract women, a woman's sorrow can easily evoke a man's sympathy.

So, although she lacked the weakness of a woman, in my mind, her appearance was still highly rated, even enough to be a wife! But, but...

Why, why is this happening? I was furious.

The woman on the other side of the gap was leaning forward, holding a large iron hammer. The hammer was suspended in mid-air, as if frozen, because her eyes were deeply attracted to me.

Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to think that my aura had instantly conquered her. I had enough self-awareness for that.

Another clue was the look in her eyes, which carried a hint of pity. It was like seeing a homeless, disoriented, leprous, foaming-at-the-mouth old man on the street, where your overflowing sympathy makes you want to give him money but also fear catching some disease.

Of course, whether it was the large iron hammer or the look in her eyes, they weren't the main point. The biggest point was—she was leaning forward!

Why, why... why, even though she was leaning forward, she still looked so tall from my angle!!!

If you conducted a survey worldwide on the most mismatched reasons between men and women, height would definitely be in the top ten!

Especially when the woman is much taller than the man, whether out of the man's meager self-esteem or the positions during intimate moments, a woman who is much taller is not suitable as a partner. This is especially true when the woman likes to wear high heels and kiss during intimate moments, making the mismatch even more pronounced.

So, although she was indeed impressive, seeing her towering height next to my 1.8 meters, for the sake of a happy married life, I wisely removed her from my list of potential wives, unless there was a height-increasing pill that I could take for ten to eight years.

When I came to my senses, I found her still staring at me, still staring.

If she keeps staring, I'll...

Cough... wrong line!

If she keeps staring, I'll... I'll stare back...

I glared at her, and to my surprise, she immediately seemed afraid, her tall figure retreating, her neck shrinking, and her eyes quickly darting away. Her evasive actions even revealed a hint of cuteness.

Seeing her like this, I suddenly remembered a saying: the hard fear the tough, the tough fear the stubborn!

Clearly, she was in the "hard" category, so she feared the tough. The tough, in turn, fear the stubborn. Thus, there was a clear hierarchy between us, and it was no wonder she was afraid of me, hoho~~

Wait, what am I happy about? Being seen as a fool, a moron...

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