Varré

Graveyard.

"Don't worry, Torrent, this person can still be saved."

"Finally found them. This person will definitely pursue the Elden Ring too."

A gentle female voice echoed in Lin Luo's ears. He groggily opened his eyes to see a woman in a brown cloak, with a snow-white steed beside her.

"Even if it goes against the Golden Law..."

Lin Luo's consciousness was hazy. When he woke up again, he was lying in a damp, watery area.

"Drip."

Water dripped from the rock above his head, splashing onto Lin Luo's face. The cold sensation slowly brought him back to consciousness.

"Cough... cough cough."

Lin Luo felt his stomach churning, and his mind felt like it was being pricked by countless needles.

These intermittent stabs of pain gradually cleared Lin Luo's mind. Black and gold blood, along with a small piece of internal organ, was coughed out.

"Ah..."

Lin Luo let out a cry of pain. He used his sore arm to lift the greatsword in his right hand, propping himself up and struggling to stand.

"Gulp..."

Lin Luo took a Crimson Tear from his pouch and poured it into his mouth. A cool sensation spread throughout his body, and his injuries began to slowly heal.

Feeling his strength gradually return, Lin Luo managed a grim smile.

"Haha..."

"Two Fingers, you ultimately cannot control me!"

Tears mixed with Lin Luo's laughter. He didn't know how long he had spent in this cycle. He was a transmigrator, after all. He had thought he could marry Ranni, save Melina, and live a blissful life here.

He never expected it to be so different from the game. Here, there were no invincibility frames when rolling, and damage felt real. He never wanted to experience the despair of death a second time! Every cycle brought immense fear.

Each time he became Elden Lord, another cycle immediately followed, day after day, year after year.

He knew no fatigue in the cycles.

Finally, he had broken free from this nightmare.

This was the last time.

The demigods would not revive this time. Every character had their own thoughts, which also meant he only had one life.

But Lin Luo was not afraid. Fused with the Mimic Tear, the Frenzied Flame, and Deathroot, he feared no one.

"Demigods, prepare to welcome your King."

Lin Luo murmured. He didn't want to be a puppet of the supreme consciousness; he wanted to become his own Elden Lord.

Lin Luo had vented. Now, he had to run.

Lin Luo habitually called for his spectral steed, Torrent, but found that his ring was gone.

"So that's how it is..."

Lin Luo habitually opened his pouch. Most of his items were still there, including the weapons of the demigods obtained during the cycles. The power of these weapons did not conflict with the demigods; they were all created by the Two Fingers, but he couldn't wield their full power. Of course, after fusing them with these real-world weapons, the effect would be much more than the sum of their parts.

However, these beings, with their Deathroot-infused weapons, were something the Two Fingers could not replicate. The cycle was broken, but the power from the cycles still existed. Beings were merely a manifestation of its power.

Lin Luo sheathed the Staff of the Death Prince at his waist and slung the Black Sword over his shoulder, slowly walking outside.

Along the way, Lin Luo saw a fog gate. In front of it stood the two unmoving Gargoyles, requiring a Stonesword Key to open the fog gate mechanism.

Lin Luo wasn't interested in the items inside, and he was extremely disgusted by the "mud carts" within.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to kick the two Gargoyle statues.

Soon, Lin Luo reached an elevator. In the center was a raised platform, which he assumed was the elevator button.

"Rumble."

The stone slab made a loud noise, and a massive stone pillar slowly rose.

Moving upwards, there was an iron door. Lin Luo lifted it with one hand, opening the massive iron door. Sunlight shone through the door onto Lin Luo's face, the blinding light causing him to instinctively shield his eyes.

This was where it all began: Limgrave.

"Huff, huff..."

Lin Luo took deep breaths, greedily inhaling the air.

Opening his eyes, he saw a forest dotted with many ruins. This created a unique atmosphere.

At the entrance, there was a slightly steep small slope, with a Site of Grace bonfire on it.

The Sites of Grace were a part of the Erdtree's power, connecting with the power within the Tarnished. This was why the Tarnished could be teleported directly to a Site of Grace.

Lin Luo slowly approached and gently touched the Site of Grace with his left hand. The Runes within him resonated with the Site of Grace.

"Ding..." The Site of Grace emitted a clear sound, and a wisp of golden light flowed into Lin Luo's body. This was the activation of the Site of Grace.

He sat down cross-legged, and a soft golden light enveloped him, filling his body with power. The Sacred Flasks slowly refilled.

"Even you, the Two Fingers, cannot interfere with the Erdtree's blessing..."

Lin Luo sighed, grasping a wisp of grace in his hand, only for it to quickly dissipate.

"Let's go..."

Lin Luo stretched lazily, his gaze falling upon the white-robed man beside him.

"White Mask..."

Lin Luo sneered and walked over.

"Oh... you're a Tarnished, aren't you? I know. You've come to the Lands Between in pursuit of the Elden Ring."

The White Mask's voice was laced with what sounded like mockery.

"Without a maiden to guide you, you cannot gain the power of Runes. You're just a defective outcast..."

"Are you always this brave?"

Lin Luo chuckled playfully. Whether it was inside or outside the loop, this White Mask always had that same infuriating tone.

"...Alas, you still can't accept it."

The White Mask ignored Lin Luo's words and continued, "I suppose so. That's the sorrow of having nothing."

"Fortunately, you've met me—Varré. I can..."

"I can you!"

Lin Luo's face darkened. As expected, old habits die hard. After thousands of loops, his tone was still incredibly punchable.

He kicked Varré directly off the small hill.

Thump...

Varré was utterly stunned. By the time he reacted, he was already lying on the ground, likely with a sizable lump on his head.

"Humble Tarnished!"

Varré cursed, "If you think I'm a good person, you're mistaken!"

"How dare you ambush me! You will pay the price for your foolish actions!"

Varré rolled over, produced a bouquet, and unleashed a prayer with his left hand, sending a swarm of blood flies towards Lin Luo.

Lin Luo smiled, activating Bloodhound Step to dodge the swarm. With another flash, he appeared before Varré.

"How... How is this possible?"

Varré blinked in surprise, then grabbed the bouquet and swung it violently at Lin Luo.

Clang...

The sound of metal striking metal exploded in Lin Luo's ears. The Black Sword blocked in front of him. With a flick of the greatsword, he sent Varré's bouquet flying.

"Impossible! Humble Tarnished, how could you possibly..."

"Scram!"

Lin Luo's expression hardened, and he delivered another kick to Varré's face. If he had a health bar, it would have been depleted by half.

"Can't you speak properly?"

Lin Luo snorted, the Black Sword carving a trail of black and red flames through the air.

"Then shut up forever!"

"No... No!"

Varré stared in terror at the swinging greatsword. The aura emanating from it could sever his connection to the Erdtree. In other words, this strike could obliterate his soul.

Lin Luo, naturally, was unaware of Varré's inner monologue. He knew this thing was no good. The Black Sword didn't hesitate, plunging directly into Varré's chest. The aura of death directly extinguished Varré's life force.

"...A defective product, without a maiden...

Who do you think I am...?"

Varré let out a roar of unwillingness as his body dissolved into the air.

"Brainless fool..."

Lin Luo shook his head, picking up Varré's bouquet and the

Pureblood Knight's Medal.

This medal would allow him to reach the Blood Dynasty directly, which would be useful later.

Lin Luo's gaze drifted forward, towards Stormveil Castle, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.

"Wood, I'm coming."