Loli Zhan

Modern city.

Bustling with traffic.

Fashionably dressed men and women hurried past the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The coffee in the white ceramic cup had tiny bubbles gently rising to the surface.

The cute little bear lace was sucked away little by little.

"Hmm?"

Aren't you going to drink?

The man sitting opposite on the simple black and white table looked surprised.

"Oh, I forgot you've been in a bad mood lately."

The man's voice and tone were full of apology.

But an uncontrollable joy spread across his face.

His hands were clasped tightly together.

A pair of index fingers twirled on the table. "Then let me start today's topic."

"Speaking of which..."

Do you know what Roguelike Game is?

There was still no response from the other side.

The man took a leisurely sip of his coffee.

Continued:

"Roguelike".

It was originally a branch of RPG (role-playing game).

The purpose of its creation was to better simulate single-player turn-based role-playing games based on rules similar to D&D (Underground City).

Later on, many more tricks were introduced.

Regardless of how the content changes.

Some of its common characteristics always coexist—

1. Randomly generated.

From the very beginning of the game.

Everything you encounter is randomly generated.

Maps, treasures, NPCs...

That's true for all of them.

2. One-way operation.

The game process is irreversible.

For this kind of game.

Save files can only protect your real-time progress.

But once a mistake is made.

You can't start over.

This is somewhat similar to life.

3. Irreversible.

In this type of game.

Usually, there is only one "fate" in a broad sense.

Death means the end of the game.

You can't continue playing.

You can only start another save file.

A new file means a completely new life.

New enemies, treasures, loot...

as well as--

Oh.

A brand new Sin Mark?..."

Speaking of which...

The man suddenly laughed.

He did not go on to explain the definition and characteristics of "Roguelike Game".

Instead, he looked at the other side with a defiant expression:

"Actually, you've already realized this, haven't you? You're not some unique protagonist."

You might just be a character in a Roguelike game that exists in a higher dimension...

A save file that hasn't been ruined yet?

I hope you're not angry that I described it this way? To be fair.

Not only is your save file not ruined, but you've played it quite well—compared to the millions of other ' Roger' —I mean, if there really are that many Roger.

after all.

You got "Magic Resistance" right at the start of the game...

And some Roger.

Perhaps what they encountered in Tongma Town was something like "Foreskin Length"? What do you think?

Faced with a man's boastful talk.

Roger at the opposite table remained silent.

The coffee was quickly finished.

The man frowned, then smiled and snapped his fingers.

Jingle!

A crisp sound.

The burly man in the suit suddenly transformed into a maid dressed in elaborate attire.

She was holding a tray of food.

It contains hot coffee, black tea, and cookies.

"Don't be so withdrawn."

"I didn't say you were going to delete the game right now..."

"How about this, I'll become a maid and have some fun with you, in which case you can at least say a few words to me, right?"

Despite being dressed as a maid.

But that face was still a standard male face.

It even exudes a savage aura.

now.

Roger, sitting across the table, looked at him with disgust.

Finally, he spoke.

His voice was very hoarse.

With a weariness reminiscent of not having slept for many days. "Can you roll around smoothly?"

"No."

The other party promptly rejected Roger's request.

On the contrary.

He actually posted even more frequently:

"We were originally one!"

"Release your desires!"

"Qiang Jian himself shouldn't be considered a criminal..."

Thud! Roger kicked the man in the maid outfit away.

The look of disgust in his eyes deepened.

He glanced at the brightly lit words above the man's head.

I almost vomited.

"ID: Loli Zhan"

"Are you starting to hate yourself?"

"This is not a good sign. It indicates a serious problem with your mental health, and you need to see a doctor!"

As they were talking.

The Loli Zhan's appearance changed once again.

He became the barbarian warrior that Roger played in the game in his previous life!

He laughed wildly and said to Roger, "Or perhaps you should find a woman. Beya's hint couldn't be clearer, could it?"

"She told you not to suppress yourself, doesn't that mean you should sleep with her?"

"Certainly."

"Qin is not bad either... Hey? What's with that look? You're not still thinking about that sorceress Shar, are you? Hmm, I admit her hips do fit my aesthetic..."

Boom! A flaming longsword descended from the sky and tore the entire scene apart.

The first thing to crumble was the barbarian warrior's body.

Secondly, there are elegant and stylish coffee shops.

Next came skyscrapers and bustling streets.

final.

Darkness swallowed everything.

The center of chaos.

Roger closed his eyes.

My mind is still filled with a jumble of chaotic sounds.

And at the moment before he opened his eyes.

He heard that terrifying sound again!

"You can't kill me, Roger. I'll be back."

"You should know."

"You are me, and I am you..."

Is it difficult to admit to having a split personality?

"Hahahaha..."

Buzz! A strange force pulled Roger out of his endless pain.

He opened his eyes.

The fragrance of the meadow filled my senses.

The azure surface of Ox-Eye Lake shimmered with a silvery sheen.

Some furtive figures appeared by the lake.

Roger instinctively lifted the fishing rod.

Whoosh! A plump man was pulled up!...

"Log: You have briefly escaped the 'nightmare'"

"Fishing: You have caught a ' White Tail Fish '."

"As expected of the Sect Master!"

"Another big white tail!"

"Are we going to let it go again?"

"I let it go, I let it go, what a pity..."

"What a pity? The Sect Master is clearly after the legendary ' Golden Carp,' just like Vice Sect Master Qin... Never mind, I'm leaving after this one shot, otherwise my wife will complain again..."

Listen quietly to the whispers around you.

Roger calmly removed the White Tail Fish from the hook.

Then it was released back into the lake.

Then I continued fishing.

This is "Ox-Eye Lake" in the northeast corner of "Frog Claw Basin".

This place is named for its shape, which resembles a cow's eye.

The water in Ox-Eye Lake is crystal clear.

There are many kinds of fish and shrimp.

People from "Lynx Town," often come here to fish.

This also included many disciples who lived on Clear Spring Mountain.

certainly.

Leaving aside ordinary people who want to improve their meals.

Most people are drawn by a recently popular legend about a "Golden Carp"—

That was a month ago, on a certain day.

Some people claim to have found a carp that is entirely golden in Ox-Eye Lake.

The carp even had a conversation with him.

Ask him what era and year it is now.

And who is in charge of the overall situation on Mi Star?

That person was not Clear Spring Sect Disciple.

He was just an ordinary person who followed the journey south.

Encountering this strange situation.

He naturally couldn't answer any of the questions.

The Golden Carp didn't make things difficult for him.

It just blew out a few bubbles out of boredom and then dived into the lake.

When that person came to their senses...

He then reported the matter to higher authorities.

In a short time.

The sect was slightly agitated.

turn out to be.

In the only surviving classic text of the Clear Spring Sect, it was mentioned that—

The "Golden Carp" is a kind of spirit that has been active Tallen Era.

If you can catch Golden Carp and make it your servant.

Then that person will have good luck for the rest of their life.

The sect to which it belongs will also receive the blessing of the Golden Carp.

And so.

A trend swept through the Clear Spring Sect: whenever they had free time, they would go to Ox-Eye Lake to catch fish.

At first, everyone kept a very low profile.

After all, Vice Zong was in charge of strictness.

This occurred during the revival of the Clear Spring Sect.

There are many tasks that need to be completed by everyone.

But not long after.

Then the news spread that "the Sect Master is also fishing by the lake."

This time.

People became less restrained.

Many people go to Ox-Eye Lake every few days.

The busiest time.

The lakeside and the lake itself were crowded with people.

It almost scared all the fish and shrimp in the lake away.

However, under such a large-scale mobilization...

The legendary Golden Carp is still nowhere to be found.

As time goes by.

The crowd's enthusiasm gradually faded.

Some people suspect that this story is entirely fabricated.

The other group retreated when faced with difficulties.

Only a small group of people remain who still come to fish every day.

in.

This includes Roger, who recently became unemployed.

Roger!

A splash of water soaked Roger.

Lakeside.

A large bear leaped ashore.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "Roger, do you think those Golden Carp really bring good luck?"

She silently wiped her wet cheeks.

Roger replied listlessly:

"Maybe."

"Oh!"

Qin gritted her teeth and said:

"Then I must catch it!"

I wish you success.

Roger sighed softly, "However, I suggest you try a transformation into an aquatic animal... that would increase your success rate."

Moon Bear's eyes lit up. "What you said makes sense."

The next second.

After a soft sound.

The moon bear's figure shrank rapidly.

Not long after.

A "Coin-Swallowing Toad" covered in golden spots appeared on the shore.

Thump.

She jumped straight into the water.

He disappeared from Roger's sight.

"Why are all the transformed animals from the ' Green Light Druid ' lineage so bizarre?"

Roger couldn't help but mutter a curse in his mind.

Silently sensing the range of activity of the Coin-Swallowing Toad.

Roger decided to go somewhere else.

That way, I won't end up catching my foolish apprentice.

Who knew that it would happen at this moment?

A whisper suddenly reached Roger's ear:

"Hey, have you heard? The Sect Master seems to be sick. He's been talking to himself a lot lately..."

"I don't know! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm not making this up, it's true, my aunt works in the Council Hall..."

It was at this moment.

A sharp shout descended from the sky—

"What are you doing?!"

"The dike on the south side isn't even finished yet, and you're all here fishing?"

"I think I also heard someone talking about the Sect Master?"

"You all better get the hell back to work!"

Ji Qiu's angry curses were as intense as the summer sun.

Even though they were 20 kilometers apart.

Roger couldn't help but pick at his ear.

"But... Sect Master really alright?"

Someone mustered up the courage to ask:

"I've bumped into him several times in the past few days, and he always seems to be in a bad mood. Is he sick...?"

"How could anything have happened to our Sect Master? You're all overthinking it!"

Ji Qiu sneered, "You all saw that sword strike more than a month ago."

"The Sect Master is a saint comparable to a god!"

"Anyone can get sick, but he can't. Anyone who dares to spread rumors again will be punished according to the sect rules!"

These words were spoken.

Those people then shrank back and abandoned the idea.

Ji Qiu roamed around Ox-Eye Lake.

The population suddenly thinned out considerably.

However, it was inevitable that there would be a constant stream of angry curses—

Clear Spring Sect is, after all, a newly revived and legitimate sect.

We've all come through hardships together.

Often, personal relationships outweigh rules.

Even Ji Qiu, who is known for his strictness.

He was very approachable to the lower-ranking disciples.

Therefore, it is managed in a very loose manner.

Aside from newly initiated disciples.

Anyone dares to exchange a few words with Vice Sect Leader Ji.

Therefore, the process of supervising the slacking off was always filled with the laughter and Kiting of the members and Ji Qiu's cursing and swearing.

It's hard not to feel annoyed and upset when you hear it.

to this end.

Roger silently lowered his perception to the level of an ordinary person.

He just wanted to fish quietly.

evening.

A gentle breeze ripples across the water's surface.

Ripples spread out.

Roger's hand, which was gripping the fishing rod tightly, suddenly trembled.

A fish got away.

Within his field of vision.

That annoying face reappeared.

This time.

The man with the ID "Loli Zhan" was wearing a white lab coat.

Like a doctor.

The surrounding scenery also began to change.

Roger rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Unlucky!"

"Damn it, he can come twice a day?"

"Could my illness really be getting worse?"

His whispered words were caught by the clamor of the wind.

Not far away.

A small green dragon, about the size of Ni Qiu, quietly flew away from the grass.

"Patient, I believe you are experiencing symptoms of dissociative identity disorder, and I have strong evidence to support this!"

"The evidence is... me!"

The barbarian in the white coat smiled and said, "Of course, this is not a bad thing. I am you, and you are me. There is no need for us to be so distant."

"If we want to solve the problem, I think what we need is reconciliation and communication, not the passive-aggressive behavior you're using to resist me... That's wrong."

Roger looked around.

The walls are pure white.

The department reeked of alcohol.

The scene resembled the dental clinic he was most afraid of as a child.

Facing a barbarian who seems to be quite talkative.

Roger remained silent.

"... Honestly, you don't need to be so resistant to me. We are one."

"Whether you call it a nightmare, a nightmare, a split personality, or a projection of your dark side, it's all okay... No matter what label you use to define me, it won't change one fact—"

I am the more authentic you!

The barbarian squinted and said emphatically:

"Don't you think you lived like a saint in the past?"

You have no desires, are extremely self-controlled, and have almost no flaws except for excessive killing...

But you and I both know that.

There are no saints in this world.

You couldn't be either.

You're just a petty person.

For revenge.

You forced yourself to become almost a saint... but now? Your restraint has become meaningless.

The target you've been desperately trying to defeat is yourself—

Isn't this a ridiculous fact?

As a result, you lose the motivation to move forward.

You become confused and in pain.

You start to question everything...

This is the origin of my birth!

I'm here to support you! I'm here to give you the motivation to move forward again!

You have to accept me.

Accept the aspects of yourself that you have abandoned or suppressed.

Then become a normal person.

A person with flesh and blood.

If becoming stronger isn't about eating better meat, grass, or better women.

Then your efforts are meaningless.

so.

Stop resisting...

Let us.

"United as one..."

The barbarian's voice gradually softened.

The color scheme in the clinic also began to become muddled.

But the next second.

Ouch!

After a cry of pain.

It's the sight of a barbarian flying backwards!

The clinic is in the center.

Roger clenched his fist.

His expression was extremely serious:

"I'm a little confused."

"But not to the point of completely losing one's mind."

"Let selfish desires ride on my head."

Next to the clinic.

A blood-covered barbarian's eerie laughter rang out. "Hahahaha!"

"Personal desires?"

"If you truly have no selfish desires... then why didn't you lose to me a month ago!"

Boom! A thunderclap exploded from the ground.

Roger took a few steps back, his face pale.

The barbarians are still aggressive:

"You don't even need to lose that clone of Vilan. You just need to let me win. That way, you might be able to break out of this vicious cycle, right?"

"But in the end..."

"You still don't dare, hahaha!"

Thud! Roger slumped to the ground.

He clutched his head in pain.

But in my mind.

But I couldn't stop the events of a month ago from resurfacing.

That was the first time he realized it.

time.

It really does seem to be a cycle.

But if this is true.

So what is the meaning of all this?

"Take this axe!"

The barbarians' arrogant shouts still echoed in my ears.

Roger crouched on the ground, his hands covering his head.

In the darkness, pairs of demonic claws ensnared him.

He seemed to have fallen into an endless Hell.

Unable to lift my head.

"Warning: You have fallen into a 'nightmare' for the 32nd time..."

Kuynam.

Intersea.

Thousand Serpent Island.

Inside a deep and dark hall.

"Cecilia told me you wanted to see me."

A deep voice came from the throne.

The majesty of the immortal, combined with the imposing aura of the foremost figure in Quenan, overwhelmed the Martial Artist below, making it almost impossible for him to lift his head.

"Roger didn't seem to mention this."

"So you're sure you want to continue?"

The meaning of the Sea Serpent Queen is quite clear.

As a disciple of the Clear Spring Sect.

They formed a private alliance with their sworn brothers without the sect leader's knowledge.

This incident will likely lead to Roger's distrust of him.

It's hard to say what his future status in the Clear Spring Sect will be.

Inside the main hall.

Ji Qiu resolutely said, "I'm sure!"

"Then you go ahead and say it. I'll give you 30 seconds."

Her tone remained cold.

"The Sect Master is ill!"

Ji Qiu gritted her teeth and said.

A moment of silence fell over the hall.

After a while.

Beatrice then said:

"If you're sick, get treatment. Why are you coming to me?"

Ji Qiu said anxiously:

"This is probably no minor illness! The Sect Master has been talking to himself lately!"

His mental state is very bad.

Two weeks ago.

I gritted my teeth and secretly glanced at his luck.

It's weakened by more than half compared to before!...

All indications suggest that...

Either someone is trying to harm him!

Either he himself has a problem.

There is precedent for this.

Just like Advanced Mage.

The more skilled the Martial Artist.

And the more likely similar problems will occur.

As far as I know.

Throughout history, many Martial Artist have been plagued by strange psychological illnesses...

"Oh, right! There's one more thing! The time when he fell ill almost completely overlapped with the time when the legend of the ' Golden Carp ' appeared! It's not that I didn't try to treat him secretly."

But the Sect Master almost found out.

The current situation is as follows.

He seems to be easygoing with everyone.

But in reality, he is wary of everyone.

He seemed to suspect that we might be hostile to him.

I've tried everything.

I only came to you because I had no other choice.

I know that the "Twin Stars Alliance" is about to be signed.

As the deputy sect leader of the Clear Spring Sect.

It was highly inappropriate for Mr. Ji to contact you privately...

only.

I'm really worried!

I'll say all of this in one go.

Ji Qiu couldn't help but look up to see the Queen's reaction.

It's a pity.

He only saw a blurry figure as dazzling as starlight.

The next second.

Beatrice's icy voice came from the throne:

"He's lucky to have such a loyal subordinate like you."

"But I'm sorry."

"I can't help you."

Ji Qiu stood up somewhat inappropriately:

"Why?"

"For no reason."

The Queen said coldly:

"My relationship with him isn't as close as you might imagine."

"Even as allies..."

"Ha, he didn't even inform me of such a big thing as the ' Golden Carp ' incident. It seems he doesn't care about me at all."

Ji Qiu's breath hitched. "You also know about Golden Carp?"

"But isn't that a legend from the Tallen Era?"

The Queen snorted, "Indeed."

Knowledge often has commonalities.

As far as I know.

Monsters that have disappeared from history can reappear in reality.

It usually only means one thing—

That means the historical context it represents is about to return!...

That Golden Carp might be a coordinate of a certain historical return.

all in all.

This is a momentous event.

But Roger didn't tell me.

Therefore, I have reason to believe that he was trying to keep it from me.

"And don't try to use being sick as an excuse."

He has my Divine Art Badge.

Replying to a message is an easy task for him.

Even if we take a step back...

Even if he is really sick or something.

What does this have to do with me?

I'm not his wife or anything.

Since he didn't come to me for help.

Am I supposed to shamelessly go to him?!

I'll say all of this in one go.

There was a moment of silence on the throne.

Ji Qiu wanted to say something more.

A fair-skinned and beautiful priestess walked up from the side of the main hall.

Cecilia gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry."

"But you should leave here."

Ji Qiu let out a long sigh.

He left the main hall with a deep frown on his face.

After Ji Qiu left.

Cecilia knelt devoutly on the floor.

He silently recited hymns Ocean Overlord.

After a while.

She read the whole passage.

He rose and looked toward the throne. "Queen Majesty?"

Are you still there?

Her voice echoed for a long time in the hall.

There has been no response.

Upon seeing this.

Cecilia gently covered her mouth.

Her eyes, however, were already smiling into crescent shapes.

Nightmare Land.

Roger looked helplessly at the familiar scene around him.

He watched as the barbarian warriors fell one after another at his feet.

The barbarian warrior's defiant voice echoed in his ears.

He knew.

That was my own heartfelt voice.

The so-called Loli Zhan.

It's just a negative personality that split off from him due to the huge mental shock he suffered.

"Why?"

Why not give it a try and lose to him?

"Add a little water."

"Maybe this will break us out of this vicious cycle?"

"You already know the answer in your heart, don't you?"

"You're scared!"

"Yes."

"I'm scared. I'm scared that if history is changed, my existence will be 'erased' by the power of time!"

"I fear that this endless loop is the foundation upon which my consciousness has continued to this day."

"I..."

"I simply don't dare to go against the memories of my past life!"

"So, you still have selfish desires."

"Therefore, you are not a saint."

"So, you should accept me!"

"After we merge, you will find new motivation and new goals..."

"You will no longer be confused, no longer in pain."

"You will become a better person, a more complete man!"

In endless darkness.

The barbarian's voice was incredibly alluring.

He approached Roger step by step.

Finally, he embraced Roger's body.

The latter sat there dejectedly.

The once bright eyes gradually dimmed.

Mystra.

Frog Claw Basin.

On the Ox-Eye Lake.

The traces of the Planet Teleportation Gate vanished without a trace.

A stunningly beautiful woman walks discreetly among the haystacks.

Not far away.

He was a young man gripping a fishing rod tightly.

His expression was numb.

"He hasn't replied to messages for a month."

"I'd like to see what's wrong with you!"

Beya gritted her teeth in annoyance.

She walked over quickly.

Just to clarify, don't worry, it won't be angsty. There will be a transition period; the main story will be resolved within two chapters, and then the second part of the story will officially begin. Thank you for your support.