My Player 2
Chapter 179 The past cannot be recalled
Chapter 179 The past cannot be recalled
Farley had a long dream.
He opened his eyes and found himself walking on a mountain road, with lush green grass under his feet and a graceful girl in front of him.
Subconsciously, he moved his nose and smelled the fragrance of green grass.
here it is……
Farley froze in place.
The girl walking in front seemed to sense something and turned around in confusion. Seeing that the boy was in a daze again, she took his hand and whispered:
“Farley, what’s wrong?”
Farley looked around and finally stopped at the hand holding his.
Those were a pair of beautiful hands, soft and clean, with long, slender knuckles that were delicate and warm. One could tell at a glance that its owner had never worked.
The hand that the girl was holding was rough and strong, with a thick layer of calluses at the base of the thumb, but it could not hide the boy’s immaturity.
This is my own hand.
Farley finally understood the situation.
He returned to his childhood, back to 1389 years ago, to the time when gods walked the earth and he still believed in them.
“Just a little nervous.” Farley smiled at the girl.
His voice was very strange. The clear voice before his voice change and the accent he had developed over the past thousand years formed a very discordant timbre.
The girl noticed his abnormality, but thought he was just too nervous, so she smiled and comforted him:
“It’s okay, Farley. As long as you are here, I will definitely become a saint.”
Farley looked at the girl’s face and fell into a daze again.
This is the girl who grew up with him and is the white moonlight in his heart.
Now that they meet again, how can he not be crazy?
Facing the boy’s slightly burning gaze, the girl did not dodge. Instead, she took half a step forward, shortened the distance between her and the boy, and hugged him again, just like she had done countless times since she was a child.
“Farewell.” The girl’s breath was hot, gently scratching the boy’s ear, “You will fight for me, right?”
The ripples that came from nowhere disturbed the pure white moonlight in my heart. The white jade plate that seemed within reach suddenly revealed its true form and turned into an unreachable cold moon.
Farley was not a young man who was just beginning to fall in love, and he immediately realized that the seemingly innocent girl in front of him was well aware that she was using him.
She doesn’t love herself at all…
Farley gently pushed the girl away, escaped from her arms, and replied in a hoarse voice:
“Lena, you will become the Saint of Time, I promise.”
Lena smiled and continued to lead Farley towards the top of the mountain.
Today is the day of the God’s sacrifice.
Young boys and girls who believe in [Itsamna, the Lord of Heaven] will undergo the final selection in front of the temple on the holy mountain.
They are all children blessed by God. Because of their outstanding talents or births, they have been bathed in God’s grace and prayed devoutly since childhood.
Regardless of the selection results, everyone can get a job to serve the merciful Lord and become the Lord’s agent.
However, there are differences even among agents.
Because among this year’s agents, a [Saint of Time] will be born.
She will share the Lord’s authority over time, as well as the saint’s uniqueness –
Immortality and youth.
……
The memorial service on the top of the mountain has come to an end.
The saint is the banner that calls on believers. [Lord of Heaven, Itsumna] has long ago issued an oracle that whoever can recruit the strongest priestess can share the authority of [time] with Him.
The girls who aspire to this goal must personally select a knight and let the knight compete in a one-on-one elimination match to compete for their qualifications.
As a childhood sweetheart, Farley is naturally the person Lena trusts the most.
Just like a thousand years ago, as long as he wins the final victory, he can personally offer the woman he loves to the gods as a doll.
Having experienced this once, Farley knew that as long as he lost the duel, he could prevent Lena from becoming a saint, and she would not have to become a martyr of the Lord of Heaven at Ragnarok.
And if we lose this game…
The young man opposite roared, swung his wooden sword and hit Farley’s right arm.
According to the rules, Farley could no longer fight with his right hand.
“You lose, Farley.” The boy opposite did not pursue him. “Be more decent.” Farley came back to his senses from his thoughts and looked at his childhood friend who practiced sword with him, skipped classes with him, and helped him secretly deliver love letters.
He drooped his right arm, picked up the wooden sword with his left hand, and said in a deep voice:
“According to the rules, I haven’t lost yet.”
The childhood friend did not pursue him. After Fa Lei had prepared his position, he smiled and said:
“It seems that unless I defeat you completely, you won’t be able to tell the difference between us.”
Everything that happened next was the same as it had been thousands of years ago.
Farley deliberately exposed his flaw and exposed his eyes to the tip of his childhood friend’s sword.
Then, in the moment he hesitated, a sword pierced his throat.
This was the decision he made thousands of years ago.
Kill your best friend and sacrifice your loved one to the gods.
After that day, Farley could no longer sleep peacefully.
In order to exonerate himself, he justified all his actions. As long as he put on a cloak of faith, he could publicize his sins as honor without batting an eyelid.
Farley continued to do this until he abandoned his faith.
He hates himself.
“Why?” A voice sounded from Farley’s mind, “You went back to the past, why did you make the same choice?”
Farley came to his senses and found himself surrounded by darkness.
He looked at his palm, which still had the warmth of his best friend’s blood.
He is the [Sand of Time] that can stop time. He is a powerful being of legendary rank and has devoted thousands of years of hard work to the way of [Time].
So he knew from the beginning that everything he had just experienced was not an illusion.
He really went back a thousand years ago, and once again, made a decision that would make him regret for the rest of his life.
“It’s a done deal.” Farley wiped the blood off his hands. “Those who control their fate will eventually be mocked by it. Those who try to change the past will only lose more in the end.”
“That’s because you are not God!” The voice in my head echoed again.
“Itsumner, you are a god.” Farley chuckled, “So you are dead.”
Boom! ! !
[Time] The slit broke, and Farley woke up from the grass, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, his years of cunningness suddenly collapsed, and he flew into the air in a hurry, even forgetting to wipe the tears from his face.
“Alice…” he whispered.
Although he obeyed the laws of time, he still subtly changed the past – he did not forcefully kiss Lena before going on stage, nor did he break down in laughter in front of everyone after killing his childhood friend.
Although according to the “time convergence principle”.
Even if he loses the game on purpose and drastically changes the past.
Time will also repair the “wounds” it has caused at a point close to the “present” and restore everything to its original state before the change.
But this “fix” is uncontrollable.
Even if the probability is only one in a billion, Farley, who is an extreme daughter-obsessed man, is eager to know the safety of his daughter.
Fortunately, when he was mid-air, he was able to see the tragic scene below with his peripheral vision.
At just one glance, Farley realized that the lawn where he woke up should have been reversed into the city of the past by himself unconsciously.
He stopped, stretched out his right hand towards the grass below, and turned it counterclockwise several times as if he was fiddling with the hour hand of a clock.
The lawn below suddenly changed, the foundation, scaffolding, walls…
The green grass just now turned back into the small town it once was.
This is the power of [Hourglass Guardian].
In ancient times, heroes had a more intuitive title:
natural disaster.
Chapter 2 will be a bit late
(End of this chapter)