Chapter 3011 Innocent

Hefeng Ji, January 3, 4117.

Demon World Chronicles. I haven’t watched it, so I don’t know.

On this day, the wind is high and the air is refreshing.

On this day, the chaos remains.

Vicious fights would occur on the streets, in gambling houses, on alley corners, and even in custom shops, and from time to time there would be reports of members of a certain organization dying due to fights.

At first, some people would organize funerals, but as the vicious incidents continued to escalate, funerals were gradually banned by the city lord's government, and only the victims were allowed to mourn on a small scale at their own homes.

As for the places where the remains were accumulated, there were several corpse dumping sites near the town.

However, even as sadness enveloped the entire town, the disputes between various organizations still showed no signs of stopping.

Finally, when the chaos reaches a certain critical point, chaos is imminent.

Just like the boss of the store that sold me snacks said before, don’t worry about whether the potato chips are fried or not, and don’t worry about whether the snacks are delicious, because in the face of chaos, no one can tell whether they will be alive in the next second.

These words seemed like a prophecy, but in fact they were the words of experience of the grocery store owner.

According to him, almost every time chaos occurs, it will cause at least one percent of the population to be reduced. In the most serious case, the entire town's population will even decrease by one tenth.

"This is just a civil war." The boss blew out the smoke, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "It is said that organizations from other towns invaded this town thousands of years ago. It is said that there was a melee. Afterwards, the indigenous population in the town was reduced to ten, and the functions of the entire town were almost completely destroyed.”

"Hiss!" I took a breath: "Is it so tragic?"

"This is just a routine operation. It is said that disputes of this level will occur every few thousand years, and the most terrifying one was the Dragon War hundreds of millions of years ago. People who died in that war alone There are no less than ten million adventurers, and the number of adventurers who were affected by that war and were persecuted or killed one after another in the following years is more than ten times the total number of adventurers who died directly in the war."

I raised my eyebrows and asked in surprise: "So many people died?"

"I'm surprised." The grocery store owner chuckled. His laughter was filled with many emotions, including complexity, sadness, self-deprecation, and resignation.

"I believe the families of the victims at that time must have hated Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, right?"

I tried to ask.

"Hate?" The grocery store owner looked puzzled and asked, "Why hate?"

"With so many people dead, isn't that enough to arouse hatred?"

"How can we hate?" The boss asked puzzledly: "He is the God who gives us hope!"

"The God who gives you hope?" Three questions immediately popped up in my head: "You mean the great will?"

"The great will, what is that?"

The grocery store owner looked confused.

". Let's continue what you are saying. Why is Tyrannosaurus King Bakar called the god who gives you hope?"

"This question is very simple." The boss blew out a smoke ring, stared at the smoke ring, and said slowly: "Because Tyrannosaurus King Bakar let us know that even the apostles are also afraid of our power. As long as we are strong enough and strong enough, Unity.”

"So, this is the unity of Tyrannosaurus King Professor Bakar?" At this point, I subconsciously glanced out the window. People from several different organizations were still fighting in the street.

"Many young people today have forgotten those glorious days full of hope." The boss put out his cigarette butt meaningfully, and said slowly: "When they are successfully absorbed into an organization, that firm and unyielding will, Cracks appeared, and when they became crazy because of the instructions from the organization, and even brandished weapons against strangers they did not know, the firmness and unyieldingness were completely gone."

"Maybe it's just because their living environment is so cruel that they have to wield swords against each other. All they want is to survive."

"The devil world has never been short of cruelty." The owner of the grocery store seemed like a hermit who had seen through all the illusions in the world. He lit up a new cigarette, puffed on the smoke, and said with great enjoyment: "It is said that since the birth of the devil world Since then, it has been an ominous planet, where wars, conspiracies, and persecutions are all commonplace. All humans living here must be responsible for their own words and deeds, including those adventurers from major organizations who are still fighting."

After that, he put the cigarette on the table, stood up, and went to the kitchen. After a while, the smell came, it was the smell of potato chips!

A quarter of an hour later, the boss came out with a plate of freshly fried and still steaming potato chips and put them on the table.

After asking for instructions, I picked up a potato chip and carefully observed its appearance. It was countless times more beautiful than the potato chips I had made before.

Pick up the potato chips, put them in your mouth, and taste them carefully. Well~, they taste much better than before.

It turns out he can make potato chips!

Just as he was savoring the wonderful taste of potato chips, the boss spoke again: "You are not from the demon world, are you?"

"Um?"

After being stunned for a moment, I nodded cautiously.

"You don't have to be wary, I don't mean any harm." The boss blew out a smoke ring again and said slowly, "I used to be an adventurer."

"Then why not do it?"

"I'm tired," he said in a low voice, "and it's not worth it."

"ha?"

He raised his hand, pointed at the adventurers who were fighting, and said solemnly: "You should know the real reason why these clown-like adventurers keep fighting, right?"

After hesitating for a moment, I nodded.

"That's right," the boss said, "I don't want to be used as a gunman anymore, so I gave up becoming an adventurer and opened a small shop instead."

"But the business of small shops is obviously not as profitable as adventurers."

"So what?" The boss took a drag on his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray, picked up a potato chip, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it leisurely, and after chewing for a while, he said slowly : "As long as I can maintain food and clothing, and as long as I have some financial resources on hand, I am content."

Hearing what he said, I suddenly thought of a question, so I asked curiously: "Nowadays, the town is in chaos and there is danger at any time. Why don't you call your family back?"

"They are all dead." The boss smiled bitterly: "My wife was an adventurer and died in a counterattack. My son and daughter were strangled to death by the Kaxiu sect."

".You must hate the Kaxiu sect now, right?"

"No, I not only hate the Ka Xiu Sect, I also hate the Second Promise, the Spin Demon Society, the Oathkeepers, Tarakuta, the Ancient Library, the Apostles, and this demon world."

"But wasn't it the Kaxiu sect that killed your daughter and son?"

“Which snowflake is innocent under the avalanche?”