The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 1104 Numu (a new update!)

Num, your sheep have escaped!

The shouts of the villagers from the distant hillside awakened Numu, who was in a daze, from the chaos.

After he responded hastily, he hurried towards the hillside several miles away.

The whole mountain is his family's pasture, but sometimes the animals don't think so...

In their ignorant wild consciousness, all the young leaves that can be seen are their food.

So the appearance of the fence is logical.

But sometimes, there are always some guys who don't take the usual path...

Numu ran to catch the sheep that escaped from the pasture, and it bleated dissatisfied.

But for Numu, whose body was full of beastly blood, its resistance was meaningless.

Even later, Numu never understood his father.

After all, the love affair between humans and orcs always seems to be particularly wasted.

However, after occasionally hearing his mother's drunken words, Numu probably understood his father's silence.

After throwing the sheep back to the pasture, Numu went on to find a hill to sit down on.

It is now the early spring of 2119 AD, and the frenzy of magic has brought about subversive changes in civilization.

But in these remote corners, time always seems to pass more slowly.

Of course, Numu had also seen the heroic appearance of those legendary heroes on his personal terminal.

They brought the traces of civilization to a more distant world, and rendered it a fiery red color.

But that is an extremely distant thing for Numu, and for existence like Numu.

Just like a hundred years ago, people in the mountainous area watched the rich and rich show their luxurious and lustful life in the information age.

It is like a mirage full of colorful temptations, and the life full of sweat and mud seems to be as far away as another world.

The change of the times may be impermanent, but the dazzling and brilliant life is always a small part of existence.

For Numu, he is just an inconspicuous one among all living beings.

Of course, he also had a different dream, but it was gradually extinguished in the morning mist of the mountains.

He understands that he is like countless gravels on the beach, no matter how clean it is after being washed by sea water.

After all, it is not a brilliant diamond, unable to shine brightly in the sun...

Numu never thought that he could also become a part of a legendary experience.

But sometimes, fate is fickle...

Numu knew that a group of adventurers from the city would pass by soon.

They were going to explore a space coordinate that appeared here recently, and then he would meet them by chance.

Then, they were sucked in by the suddenly expanding space coordinates...

What happened later...

Stop! Stop your thinking!

Just when Numu was about to recall the dream-like experience before, there was a terrified roar in his mind.

Numu was suddenly alert, he knew whose voice it was:

In that spatial coordinate, they found an ancient altar.

They touched a certain mechanism, and then the altar collapsed completely, and an evil god was unsealed!

And that voice started from that evil god!

Enough! If you continue to think about it, you will only attract the attention of 'it', and then we will all die here!

The voice roared with suppressed anger, and Numu could feel its fear.

And with the low growl of that voice, Numu could feel some kind of tingling in his head.

That was not suppressed by the other party, but seemed to be an instinctive feedback.

That is a warning of danger and death!

Do you think you really went back in time?

The voice saw Numu finally stopped remembering, and it began to speak slowly.

Numu could realize that there was some sarcasm in that voice's words

No, that's just a backtracking from another branch of time...

If you can't understand this, you will think that you are at a fork in the road all the time, and the 'memory' you get is the product of you suddenly seeing part of the information on one of the fork roads...

Time that no one can defy - unless it even wants to abandon the fate of death...

The voice continued, and it began to introduce itself.

It was a god, as Numm knew.

Or rather, it used to be...

Now, it has lost its priesthood, and even believers have gradually forgotten it.

And under the influence of the seal, it has even forgotten its god name.

In Streams of Time, Numm and a party of adventurers awaken it from its seal.

But because of the power attached to the seal, the group of adventurers and Numu were completely wiped out.

Only it passed through the residual memory of Numu in that time tributary, and forcibly traveled through time to the main timeline.

Numu felt that his mind was numb, and he didn't know whether to believe the voice in his head.

But there can be no doubt that he came into contact with a fate unlike any other.

Danger and opportunity, everything makes this mixed-race youth somewhat confused...

He hesitated for a long time, and then just when he was about to ask the voice for more information.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know what to call it:

So, what should I call you now?

Num asked.

I have lost my honor, I have lost my priesthood, I have lost everything...

Call me 'Zong'...

Zong replied after being silent for a while.

I know what you want to ask, but I can't tell you...

Then, he paused and said.

You have to know that some things, some concepts, are endowed with sacred or fearful powers.

Even if it's just thinking, it will be like blasphemy, bringing pain and disaster.

Curiosity is the source of progress, but I know you don't have the qualifications of a mage.

Hearing what Zong said, Numu frowned.

Although he didn't think much about it, he could become a powerful mage.

But being defined by a guy who is not so weak at least, he does not have the qualifications of a mage.

Obviously, this is not such a wonderful illusion.

Numu felt that this was a bit bad, but he was also aware of it.

After all, the bloodline of the orc does seem to have something against the spell...

But you can think about it: Why do you know the concept of gods, but there are no gods in your world...

Numu could feel that when he said this, Zong's voice was full of some subtle emotions.

Maybe...they are in another corner of this world?

Numu said thoughtfully.

Another corner—perhaps a good word...

That's right, they are all in the astral realm of this world - because they are all dead!

Numu felt that Zong's voice suddenly trembled a few times.

It seems to be afraid...