Was that how it ended?
An End?
A Hero?
After Ye Qiyan brought down that sword, it just...
Ended?
The blazing sun shone over the land.
Alomqi looked at Ye Qiyan with a complicated expression.
He had discerned something and walked straight over, only for Lisette to raise her sword and stop him.
"Tsk... give this thing to your master."
Alomqi stopped, took a bottle of potion out of his own world, and tossed it over.
"Ugh... damn it! Lu Cangxiao! You useless piece of trash!"
He cursed Lu Cangxiao's incompetence.
"It's not like you couldn't win! How did you let the fight turn out like this? Damn it, you'd already set out anew, and you let someone bully you like this on your own home turf? Are you even fucking human?"
Lu Cangxiao heard every word clearly.
High in the sky.
The King of Order tightened his grip on his long saber and silently picked up the Order Card named [Sacrifice].
Fighting on his home turf, he should have been the one with the advantage.
And yet... it had turned out like this.
But in truth, he understood perfectly well.
This was inevitable.
Because this was the Wasteland.
The residents who lived here alongside him faced circumstances more dangerous than those in the City, or in any other world, at every moment.
They had to guard against extreme weather, the Insect Race, and the monsters that kept emerging at every moment.
He should have made his decision sooner...
The different Lu Cangxiaos all separated out.
Rest Body and Wisdom Body exchanged a glance.
Lu Cangxiao, their youngest original self.
He represented their youngest, most high-spirited state of mind when they first entered the Wasteland.
Lu Cangxiao said nothing, lost in thought.
But now, no one paid any attention to