A foreigner's journey

Heather kept the "unique gift" thing in mind, and then asked:

“I want to know, what exactly is [Outlander]?”

Buster pointed his finger at his chin, tilted his head and thought for a while, then answered:

"Let's put it this way, there are not many outsiders. Each outsider is an 'extraterrestrial' born from countless parallel earths. We are born powerful, and we are the biggest 'unique blessing'. It can be said that we have captured the entire world. In the future, the will of the world will naturally become more and more directed against us. Alien game? This is just a fig leaf for a group of deportees."

"Take me for example. I have survived in the mother world for four hundred years. I will never grow old and hide in human society, constantly changing my identity. I just want to survive as an ordinary human being, but the will of the world is increasingly targeting me. , all the friends who were close to me would die suddenly, and my luck was extremely bad. In the end, I had no choice but to escape from the mother world under the arrangement of the organizer and start my own journey as a foreigner."

"Strangers, people who have no home of their own and can only wander around in foreign lands, even if we have power comparable to gods, we can't find our own destination."

"But corresponding to this terrible loneliness, every outsider has a powerful talent that is unique to him. This is a unique talent that is close to the level of 'concept'. I have never seen any 'concept' that is exactly the same. For example, My 'concept' is [Shadow]. When I awakened my power at the age of seventeen, I had my own shadow space [Sea of ​​Darkness]. The more powerful a creature is than me, the easier it is for me to control its shadow. At the same time, I can also borrow a 'shadow' that replicates one of their abilities from those who are as powerful as the gods, but of course, I need to obtain their consent."

"[Paper], [Fish], [Fire], [Smile], [Strength]... I have met many outsiders. Their concepts are different, strong and weak, but without exception they are all good at what they are good at." Concepts are powerful. What are your concepts, Heather?"

Facing Bast's soul question, Heather frowned and murmured: "...I don't know, maybe I don't have the so-called 'concept'..."

Bast shook his head: "No, as long as you are a foreigner, you will definitely have your own concept. In other words, it is precisely because you have your own 'concept' that you are recruited as a foreigner."

"But I didn't feel anything."

"That's because you haven't discovered it yet. Try to face your heart during the long journey ahead, Heather."

Buster's delicate fingers gently touched Heather's chest, where the foreigner's fire was burning:

"When you find your own 'concept', you will grow completely."

Although Buster looks younger than Heather, her maturity in her words gives Heather a feeling of a 'reliable big sister'. Heather, who has always liked to talk a lot, stopped talking and just nodded silently. .

As soon as the conversation changed, Bastet's mature temperament disappeared, and a strange smile appeared on her face:

"Of course, it is very possible that after a long time of effort, you will finally awaken to a strange concept, which will be of little help to your own combat power. For example, I have seen a foreigner whose concept is 'fish', who can talk to all fish, and can act like a fish. He can breathe and swim in water, and can even transform into a giant monster fish, but to a foreigner, this small increase in combat power is simply not worth mentioning. That person relies more on the strength he has developed himself. Therefore, the improvement of his own strength is also Don’t fall behind, as long as you are strong enough, even if you awaken a useless concept, your combat power will not be affected... Oops, I’m so dry talking about it.”

Heather stood up and went to the refrigerator to take out two bottles of iced drinks, and took the initiative to pour a glass for Bastet: "Sister, drink water."

"Be good~~"

Bast took a sip of the juice with satisfaction before continuing: "There are some things that I feel uncomfortable holding in my heart. It might hurt someone to say it out, but I still want to say it."

Heather acted like she was all ears.

"The purpose of your trip to the Outlander is to return to the mother world? Listen to my advice and give up this wish."

Bast looked at Heather and said seriously.

"...Because of the hostility of the world's will?" Heather said slowly and bitterly. He is not stupid and can understand what Bastet means.

Bastet is like a big sister who teaches her younger brother a lesson, advising her with sincerity: "The hostility of the world's will will only become stronger as your strength grows, and there will never be such an option as surrender. Even if you can really go back, you will only face in the end There are two possibilities - either be targeted by the will of the world every minute and every second, and everyone close to you will die; or, destroy your mother world with your own hands and let the world you love disappear."

Heather exhaled and said slowly: "I know, I have known this since the beginning of the Outlander game. That's why I need the last and only universal wish. I must go back!"

Bast leaned back on the sofa, looked at Heather, and finally chuckled: "Silly boy... If possible, if you really encounter a world that is willing to accept you gently, don't hesitate to stay there. .”

"Are you also looking for such a world?" Heather changed the topic and looked at Bast curiously.

Bastet blushed, and after a while she said: "I'm looking for a world...Have you heard of "The Sky Is Red Bank"?"

"..."

Heather was immediately impressed by Bastet. I didn’t expect you, sister, to be four hundred years old and still have a flawless girl’s heart. And how do you know that the world will accept you gently?

Seeing Heather's teasing gaze, Bast suddenly became angry and shouted like a kitten: "Yes! There must be this world! Goddess Clotho, one of the three goddesses of fate, showed me the future. Possibility, the picture painted by the line of life is exactly that of "The Sky Is a Red River Bank"! It will definitely happen!"

Isn’t it really a white lie that Goddess Clotho weaves after seeing the desire in your heart? Heather swallowed the words back and pretended not to know anything.

Buster stretched and then stood up: "It's almost time to say what should be said and what shouldn't be said. It's time for me to escape to the next world."

"Is a B-level mission enough?" Heather also stood up.

"The tasks are not complex, but most of them are D-level and E-level. It's just a waste of time."

Bast blinked at Heather: "The greater the gap between your own strength level and the mission world, the lower the mission level. So, flames are not so easy to earn. Oh, by the way, flames have many uses. You can use them if you have time. Give it a try yourself, but remember to save enough flames."

"Understood, for escaping."

Heather nodded in understanding.

Bastet's figure gradually disappeared into the black mist, leaving only a ringing laughter: "I'll give you a ride in the end."

Heather felt her feet sink, and the black shadow flashed away.

The next moment, he appeared again at the border area between Saheerta and Mengolima. Jin and others were looking at him in surprise.

Behind him, a voice that only Heather could hear echoed in her ears and gradually dissipated:

"Goodbye, Heather."

"Bon voyage." Heather muttered softly, then turned to look at Pariston and Hastings, who were lying on the ground and tied up.

It's time to settle your own personal grudges.