I Am Your Wife

The dark tones are distorted and overlapping.

She calmly traversed the maze-like steps.

We arrived at a large gate inside the castle.

Outside the main gate is a spacious hall that resembles a temple.

Several stone-like crows perched on the excessively high cross-shaped dome.

The velvet door decorations on the gate were as glaring as fresh blood.

Not far away.

It was a pot of blazing charcoal.

A faint warmth emanated from the brazier.

It dispelled the chill of the castle to some extent.

She only glanced at it discreetly.

Then they knew that the charcoal fire was a strange thing that would never go out.

now.

A ragged barbarian warrior sat dejectedly by the charcoal fire.

He was holding two pieces of "fine cheese" and munching on them.

Accompanied by the action of eating.

And the warmth emanating from the charcoal fire.

The barbarian warrior's strength seems to be gradually recovering.

She did not act rashly.

Just watch him quietly.

The barbarian warrior finished eating the cheese.

My frustration has subsided considerably.

He patted his belly.

Then he took out Sewing Needle and a whetstone.

He did some repair work on his tattered equipment, which could barely be considered a repair.

After doing all this.

He stood there in a daze for a while.

A moment later.

The barbarian warrior then stood up with full confidence.

"Heh, at most it'll just mean memorizing the board a few more times!"

"How could there be a boss that can't be defeated?"

"This time we'll definitely succeed!"

He said to himself optimistically.

She tilted her head.

A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Very soon.

The barbarian warrior then left the brazier.

He walked with his head held high to the tightly sealed gate.

Immediately afterwards.

He roared with great force.

After stacking 10 layers of the Barbarian's unique "Ancestral Power" on himself.

He smashed open the door without regard for anything else.

Then, carrying a mottled axe, he charged in.

"You look very energetic..."

She thought to herself.

But 3 minutes later.

The door then slowly closed.

Beside the charcoal fire.

A flash of white light.

A dejected barbarian warrior reappeared! He sat down.

Start eating the cheese slowly.

But this time...

He found only one piece of cheese.

After eating the cheese.

It was probably because they hadn't eaten enough.

He rummaged through his backpack for a while longer.

It took quite a while.

He then pulled an outrageously large strawberry out of his bag.

Looking at that bright red and tempting strawberry.

The barbarian warrior's face showed a rather struggling expression.

final.

He still put the strawberry in his mouth and started chewing.

Same as before.

With the warmth of cheese, strawberries, and charcoal.

The barbarian warrior's strength is gradually returning.

Not long after.

The sound of whetstones echoed through the hall.

"What a strange nightmare."

"Was Roger ever a barbarian?"

"He was just later reincarnated as Human Martial Artist?"

In the lobby.

Curiosity and confusion flickered in the Sea Serpent Queen's bright eyes.

"It's also possible that this was a show orchestrated and acted by Vilan himself."

"Nightmare-like things."

"It cannot be generalized."

That's what she thought to herself.

"No matter what, this barbarian Roger is definitely the key to breaking the deadlock."

"I hope he's not as unfriendly as I was back then..."

I recall those memories from my teenage years.

A hint of unease flashed in her eyes.

For her.

That's a very distant memory.

But those memories were etched into her very bones like a brand.

The moment the "Nightmare Labyrinth" was formed.

She knew exactly what challenges Roger would face.

all in all.

Relying on Roger to break the deadlock is unrealistic.

It wasn't that she looked down on Roger.

Rather, it's because she knows her younger self too well.

That's a true nightmare! Only someone who knows her inside and out might have a chance to break it.

And Roger.

He is clearly not that kind of person.

so.

The course of events on her side is crucial.

This thought came to mind.

She quietly revealed herself after witnessing the barbarians charge the gate three times and respawn three times.

At that time.

The tonic in the hands of the barbarian warrior by the charcoal fire had changed from high-quality cheese to cheap rye bread.

He looked very frustrated.

But when he saw her...

Then light appeared in his eyes:

"Huh? Has this triggered a hidden quest?"

"Hello!"

Are you here to help me?

The Sea Serpent Queen was slightly taken aback.

This "Barbarian Roger" was even friendlier and more welcoming than I had imagined!

It seems that completing this Nightmare Labyrinth won't be too difficult.

A flicker of secret joy crossed her mind.

He nodded, his expression still cold. "Yes."

"Do you have any magical artifact to give me?"

The barbarian asked excitedly.

But the next second...

His expression turned slightly awkward. "But I don't have much money left, and my charm isn't high, and my 'valuation' and 'negotiation' skills aren't great either. Even if there were a divine artifact, I couldn't afford it..."

"Barbarians certainly don't have much charm."

She thought.

I don't know why.

Seeing the barbarian's pitiful state before him.

She actually found it somewhat amusing.

At present.

She slowly shook her head:

"There is no such thing as a divine artifact."

"Even if you were here, I wouldn't be able to use it."

The barbarian spread his hands. "That Demigod Artifact?"

"No."

"The strategy guide?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing here!?"

The barbarian was immediately displeased.

He plopped back down next to the charcoal fire.

He took out a whetstone and began sharpening the dull axe.

The creaking sound echoed in the hall for a long time.

The Sea Serpent Queen gazed at him.

Her gaze lingered for a long time on the tightly closed gate not far away.

I don't know why.

She felt that the decorations on the gate looked somewhat familiar.

I just can't remember it for the time being.

"I am indeed here to help you."

"But you must answer a few questions for me first."

She said calmly.

The barbarian raised his head with a hint of disbelief:

"What's the problem?"

What's inside that gate?

She asked the first question.

This is what she cares about most.

Just as Roger was frequently going in and out of the gate and between the charcoal fire.

She also tried to get closer to the gate.

But a powerful force pushed her away.

This means that behind the gate is very likely Roger's "nightmare".

And it's highly likely to be an enemy so powerful that he can't forget them to this day! And she needs concrete information.

"The boss of the First Stage!"

"Or, in your native language, he's called ' The Dominator Vilan.'"

"You seem to know absolutely nothing!"

The barbarian looked on with suspicion.

"Indigenous people?"

"Vilan?"

She was taken aback.

The barbarian's vigilance instantly spiked:

"You don't even know Vilan."

Who exactly are you?

In an instant.

He had already raised the axe in his hand.

And they were secretly making aggressive gestures towards her! All it would take was one wrong answer from her.

The barbarian was about to charge at her!

She certainly didn't take this level of shock to heart.

But once he fell out with the barbarian Roger.

Dealing with the nightmares that follow will be troublesome!

The barbarian was closing in step by step.

A hint of disarray flashed in her eyes.

Suddenly.

She said firmly:

"I am your future wife."

Upon hearing this...

The barbarian was dumbfounded.

"He's actually starting to consider the possibility of such a ridiculous lie... Ha, men."

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

But the next second.

The barbarian then raised his axe again.

He shouted sternly:

"You're lying!"

She didn't panic.

Instead, he calmly asked, "Why do you say that?"

The barbarian pointed to the top of his head. "Don't I know what kind of woman I like?"

"Someone like you."

"How could she possibly be my future wife?"

She was slightly taken aback.

My gaze swept across the hall.

Finally, it stopped at the words that floated above the head of the barbarian Roger, like a title.

"ID: Loli Zhan"

What the hell is this?

The Queen was filled with doubt! But she remained calm and composed, saying, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you had this kind of taste before, ha..."

Roger.

"You're dead once this is over."

As he spoke.

The Queen took two more steps forward.

They closed in directly on the barbarian's front.

Her stunning figure appeared imposing even against the backdrop of the charcoal fire.

Like the waves that rise with the approach of a storm, inspiring awe.

It subtly stirred the man's deep-seated desire to conquer the sea! He seemed to sense the Queen's confident and authoritative aura.

The barbarian took half a step back.

He pondered for a moment.

His expression began to waver. "No way..."

"Will my tastes really change that much in the future?"

"But I'm still a muscular man who's completely immune to women over 1.5 meters tall..."

"These are all ' Master Roger's' dark history, haha..."

The Queen smiled inwardly.

I was already absolutely certain.

But on the surface...

Her eyes, however, were filled with disdain and pity:

"I have absolutely no interest in how you evolved from a freak into a normal person!"

"Now."

Tell me what trouble you're in?

The barbarian remained silent for a moment.

After a while.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Although it's really ridiculous that a future wife suddenly appears while I'm playing a game, it doesn't seem like I'm losing anything by telling you what trouble I've run into."

"Um, wife?"

"Could you help me repair my armor?"

"I'm disgusted by Disintegration Spell..."

The Queen's expression froze instantly.

She suddenly regretted her 'spur-of-the-moment' idea.

Although they managed to extract a lot of Roger's dark history.

Think about it carefully.

Roger's side.

You might even get information about your past!

"No!"

"He can't possibly do that!"

"He can't even do the most basic flirting!"

despite this.

The Queen couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"How so?"

"Wife?"

"Can it be repaired?"

The barbarian simply threw the stinking armor at him.

The Queen barely contained her anger.

Without uttering a sound, he began to unleash his divine magic.

"Hint: You have used ' The Princess's Magic Mirror ', paid 1000 Copper Coin, and selected effect 2 ' Nowhere to Hide '. The person you are looking for is ' Ocean Overlord / Sea Serpent Queen '."

"Divination result: The person you are looking for can be found in 'Special Effect 3'; she is the pearl of the sea."

She was the last princess of the Sailing Ship Country.

"Also the inheritor of the Eternal Serpent."

"Record: You paid 1000 Copper Coin refresh 'Special Effect 3: This Month's Protagonist' *11"

"The Princess's Magic Mirror: You've refreshed to 'Princess Story: The Last Princess of the Sailing Ship Country '"

"I see."

"As expected of Cindy!"

See here.

Roger suppressed his excitement.

Cindy was given half a carrot, leaving her completely bewildered.

Then he stared intently at the mirror.

In the mirror.

Lines of gilded lettering slowly emerged.

It appeared alongside these fonts.

It was a chant that sounded like a ballad.

And scenes that resembled slideshows.

"In the not-so-long past."

Thousands of white sailboats sail on the azure sea.

The Sailing Ship Country, protected by the god of Khunan and the Eternal Serpent, is the master of these ships.

However, this prosperity did not last long.

The story begins.

A war swept through the Sailing Ship Country.

The king returned victorious after defeating the Mad Shark Tribe from the depths of the water.

The queen presented him with the newborn princess.

Amidst the nationwide celebrations.

A one-eyed witch delivered a terrible prophecy—

The young princess will bring utter destruction to the Sailing Ship Country.

She must be presented to the newly risen god of sea creatures.

Only in this way can disaster be avoided!

The arrogant king rejected the witch's advice.

They intended to tie him to the stake.

The queen stopped his atrocities.

They chose to exile the witch.

Those who were exiled harbored resentment.

She arrived at the temple of the impoverished and barren Sea Beast Country.

Tell the ambitious god of sea creatures:...

The little princess of the Sailing Ship Country will grow up to be the most beautiful pearl in the sea.

Having her means having the wealth of the entire sea.

Only she is worthy of your honor and power.

The savage sea monster smiled with satisfaction.

He bestowed a reward upon the witch.

And so the story begins.

Frequent warfare spread across the seas.

And our protagonist.

The lively and adorable little princess Beatrice Worland begins to have a strange dream...

Suddenly, it dawned on me.

The gilded lettering and the singing faded away.

Roger felt as if he had returned to the vast and boundless sea.

It was midnight.

A large moon hangs over the sea.

Outside the castle of the Sailing Ship Country.

The stars seemed to have been washed clean.

The young princess lay quietly in her bedroom.

I gradually drifted off to sleep.

Roger remained an uninvolved bystander.

Look at the little dimples on her face.

I don't know why.

His mind became much calmer as a result.

But not long after that.

The sleeping princess furrowed her beautiful eyebrows.

She muttered to herself:

No, no!

"I hate snakes!"

"Stay away from me!"

A long time passed.

She suddenly woke up from her sleep.

I was covered in sweat!

Roger watched her sitting on the bed, lost in thought for a while.

Then he quietly lit a lamp.

He began writing diligently in his diary at his desk.

At that time, her literacy skills were very limited.

The diary is very simple.

In some places, pictographs have even replaced the Common Language.

Roger glanced at it Mi Mi.

The content is roughly as follows:

I dreamt of the seabed again.

It's so beautiful.

There are many fish.

But there was a very annoying snake there.

I love the seabed.

I don't like snakes.

I finished writing this diary entry with great effort.

She slammed the notebook shut.

Then he looked around in confusion.

Finally, he obediently lay down on the bed.

But she did not fall back asleep.

Very soon.

The sound of servants getting up could be heard from inside the castle.

Gradually.

Time began to speed up.

that's all.

In this God's-eye view, like watching a video.

Roger witnessed Beatrice's childhood firsthand.

She was no different from the princess Roger remembered.

She was mischievous and willful as a child.

But he is still kind-hearted.

She has a lovely appearance and a prestigious status.

Little Beya is deeply loved by the people of Thousand Jade Island, where the Sailing Ship Country is located.

The king cherished her dearly.

The queen and the others were extremely obedient to her.

Her childhood can be described as carefree.

Only the recurring nightmares that haunted her at that time.

It's not hard to tell from the diary.

Little Beya often dreams of wandering in the sea.

She really enjoys the feeling of being in close contact with the ocean.

I also love all the creatures in the sea.

I hate snakes the most.

But...

In her dream.

There always appears a Giant Serpent that is incredibly long!

The Giant Serpent's entanglement with her was the biggest nightmare of her childhood.

For a period of time.

Little Beya was trying to avoid the snake.

They even deliberately prevent themselves from falling asleep.

to this end.

She also fell seriously ill.

After the illness.

The good news is...

After that serious illness.

Little Beya didn't seem to dream about that terrifying Giant Serpent much anymore.

The bad news is...

Not long after the serious illness.

The Sea Beast Country from the Arctic Ocean has officially declared war on the Sailing Ship Country!

That's a story that happened when Beatrice was eleven years old.

At that time, the Sailing Ship Country was still immersed in anger over being invaded by a small country.

In the imperial court.

The king and his ministers Arctic Land discussed countermeasures.

They recruited the best ships and the bravest warriors.

We want to teach those barbarian kingdoms to the north a lesson.

But from Roger's perspective...

At this point, the Sailing Ship Country had no chance of winning.

At that time, the god of Quenan severed himself from the human world.

And the light of the temple of the "Eternal Serpent" that protects this country is gradually dimming.

On the contrary.

The sea monster god that the witch spoke of was thriving.

The gap in national strength between the two sides is enormous.

Yet, before those Divine Kingdom Practitioner, who are close to immortality.

It's all an illusion.

then.

From the moment the war began.

Destruction had already befallen this nation.

flame.

Sea monster.

Destruction.

Screams.

A cold and dilapidated color scheme filled Roger's vision.

On the vast sea.

Two unexpected and crushing defeats severely damaged the confidence of the Sailing Ship Country.

Even under these circumstances.

Faced with the offer from the Sea Beast Country that "peace talks will be considered if the princess is handed over,"

The people of this country still have not chosen to submit.

In the next three battles.

They fought proudly to the very end.

Under the stain of fire and blood.

The Thousand Jade Island gradually fell into enemy hands.

And in this process.

Roger witnessed firsthand the painful experiences of the Sea Serpent Queen during her childhood.

At the beginning.

She was assigned by the old king to serve as the general's attendant.

It can happen very quickly.

The garrison that was ready to meet the enemy was completely wiped out.

In a critical moment.

The general entrusted her to the chief of the guard.

He said to her, "Little Beya, don't cry. There are no fixed rules for defeat on the battlefield. This is not your fault."

Having said all that...

The man with a limp drew his sword.

He fearlessly charged into the ranks of the spearmen besieging the castle.

All that was left for her was a fragmented silhouette obscured by a large hand.

On the way to escape.

Even with several arrows in his body, the head guard protected her.

At that time, Thousand Jade Island had been completely occupied by the enemy.

News of the king's death in battle arrived.

A sense of sorrow permeated the entire sea area.

The final moment.

The head guard led her to the temple of the ancient serpent.

She was entrusted to the High Priestess.

He said to her, "Little Beya, don't cry. The rise and fall of kingdoms is unpredictable. This is not your fault."

Then he transformed into a giant serpent monster covered in silver scales.

They blocked the pursuers' path.

In Beatrice's memory.

In the end, all that remained in this scene was the basilisk's mournful howl.

Inside the complex underground passages of the temple.

The High Priestess was seriously injured by the bounty hunters who had been following him.

On the verge of death.

The High Priestess unleashed a forbidden divine spell, sacrificing himself to take down the enemy—

Because the temple has lost its glory.

The High Priestess is no longer able to use normal divine magic.

final.

The assassin's blood splattered all over Beatrice's forehead.

On his deathbed.

The High Priestess held her little hand tightly and said, "Little Beya, don't cry. Life and death are like the ebb and flow of the tide. This is not your fault."

"Run away quickly!"

In the dimly lit tunnel.

Little Beya crawled out, her face covered in dust.

final.

She climbed into a remote, deserted cave.

She burst into tears.

Her cries were so piercing and sorrowful.

And that was accompanied by bursts of crying.

Ripples spread across the pool near the cave.

One by one, sea snakes poked their heads out.

They bared their tongues at her frantically.

This scene terrified her so much that she almost fainted.

The next second.

Roger saw a pair of scarlet eyes emerge from the pool.

It's easy to see from Beatrice's reaction.

The owner of these eyes.

It was the Giant Serpent that often appeared in her dreams when she was a child!

Gradually.

The scene before my eyes plunged into darkness.

Roger's consciousness was pulled out of the magic mirror.

The lines of text still shimmered on the mirror.

"... and so the Eternal Serpent was about to perish, chose the weeping princess."

He said to her:

Respect my three orders.

They can then inherit my power.

Firstly.

You must bear three thousand offspring for my bloodline.

Not too many.

It is also indispensable.

Secondly.

You must remain unmarried and never marry for the rest of your life.

Thirdly.

You must safeguard the peace of the sea.

"May this sea always be ablaze with war."

"The little princess agreed to the Eternal Serpent's request."

So she stopped crying.

She embraced what she had once hated.

But she could never get back what she had lost.

The end of the story.

Roger heard a soft sob beside him. "If all of this wasn't my fault."

"And whose fault is it again?"

Suddenly, it dawned on me.

He seemed to see little Beya sitting in the damp cave.

The figure looked as if its arms were limply hugging its knees.

When all the unusual phenomena disappeared.

In Roger's vision.

Only one girl remained, hugging her knees and with a stubborn expression.

He sighed softly to himself.

A moment later.

Roger walked over.

He bent down.

He looked at the girl sincerely.

She said gently, "Little Beya, don't cry..."

The girl, who seemed like a stone statue, slightly raised her head.

"At least here, you don't have to embrace what you hate, and you can still protect what you cherish..."

"Come with me."

As he spoke.

Roger gently took the girl's hand.

Little Beya raised her head.

A glimmer of starlight appeared in his eyes.

She slowly stood up.

The surrounding white mist vanished instantly.

Instead.

It was a dense swarm of enemies!

Roger glanced at it.

Among the enemies are Mad Shark Race Warrior.

There are also other races from the Sea Beast Country.

They surrounded Roger and the girl.

A flicker of fear crossed the latter's face.

She seemed to want to squat down on the ground again.

But at that very moment...

Roger slightly raised his hand.

It fell gently.

A terrifying aura erupted from him!

On the data panel.

"Notification: You have activated 'Main Domain: Carnage'"

"Domain (Killing): Consumes a large amount of Authority Rank power to maintain a Slaughter Domain with a radius of 500 meters. Within this domain, all your authority and domain feats are significantly enhanced..."

"Your specialty, ' No Mercy, ' has received a significant boost!"

"No Mercy (Slaughter Domain Blessing): The selectable target has been expanded from a single non-ascended individual to all non-ascended individuals within the Slaughter Domain."

"Destroy!"

Roger said calmly.

"No Mercy!"

Splash! At that moment.

All enemies crumbled and shattered!

Some of the enemies turned into fragments that splashed onto Little Beya's forehead.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes.

On the other side.

In the dimly lit hall.

Beside a warm charcoal fire.

The barbarian warrior, his face filled with terror, tried to break free from the woman's grasp.

He looked flustered.

His steps were unsteady.

This was accompanied by an exaggerated movement.

The barbarian warrior uttered a series of pleas for mercy:

"I really can't take it anymore..."

"Please let me go!"