The Endless Shuttle

By the way, have you now entered the dream world among the large population of Gods?

The white rabbit-like boy widened his eyes, looking at the exotic building in front of him.

Smoke rises from the chimney, and scarfs are wrapped around them. The big-waisted aunts are talking in unfamiliar, but incredibly understandable words.

Is this, this is the dream world of the gods? So real!

Suddenly, the whistle of the train made him sit on the ground in fright.

Bell was stunned as he watched the steel monster that he had never seen fly past his eyes, with black smoke on top.

"What's wrong with you? Cronney?"

Bell heard someone calling him from behind.

Turning around stupidly, he found that it was a young man with a peaked cap and his age.

"You, who are you?"

He asked tentatively, but found that the words that ran out of his mouth turned into another language.

The boy with some dirty cheeks frowned and pulled Bell from the ground.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you? You don't even know me?"

"Uh... are you?"

"You? What are you? I'm Paul."

Said the boy.

"Paul Kochakin, the hero who throws soot in his face to the priest. Don't be stunned. Mom told me to find you for dinner. You can say a few more words to me later, otherwise I will be beaten... …"

Bell allowed Paul to pull and follow the trend.

There is only one thing he can be sure of.

In this world, the real is not like the illusion.

Chapter III Revolutionary Heroes, Crimsonism

After a few days of travel, the carriage finally reached the center of the world while shaking.

"This is Eulerie."

The coachman introduced to Rope in a proud tone.

"Master Shangshen, you only need to inform the guard about your identity. I'm going to sell things, so I won't disturb you."

"and many more."

Rope took out a gem and handed it to the coachman.

"You take this as a reward."

The middle-aged man froze, then laughed and waved his hand.

"Your kindness will be spared! I have been paid enough! Walking with God, this time I will be able to brag in front of the gangsters in my hometown."

With that said, he didn't notice Bell's disappearance under the hinting technique, and drove the carriage into Euler freely.

Rope looked up at the center of the world, a city where gods and adventurers danced beside the maze of monster dungeons.

The tall stone wall, the huge wall is so high that a normal person can only see the top when he raises his head and his neck hurts. It is full of pressure. As the only labyrinth breakwater in the world, the barriers that have been standing there leisurely since ancient times give people a sense of indifference and strictness.

From a distance, the tower that seems to be connected to the sky illustrates the extraordinaryness of this city.

No kingdom can match the magnificence, the labyrinth city of Euler!

Although Rope has long been accustomed to magnificent buildings, this does not prevent him from admiring Euler's scenery.

Everything is interesting in the new world.

Before the gate of this city, there are guards in leather armor, and the flags of their spears are decorated with elephant head patterns.

That is the family member with the largest number of Oulari, the family member of the "group leader" Ganisa. Because of the large number of people, members of the family members of Ganisa are often responsible for the careless work of ordinary adventurers.

When Rope was about to walk towards Eulerie, the books in his brown robe made waves.

"...Is the time up?"

He took out the "How Steel Is Made".

The slight dream power exerted above has bottomed out in the consumption of these few days.

But Rope did not plan to add any more.

The dozens of hours along the way are almost equivalent to the decades in the book. If Rope adds the power of dreams to the book, I am afraid that Bell Cronney will really die in the book.

This is not what Rope wants.

He found an empty corner and threw the book out.

The black book floated in mid-air, exuding the colorful light of dreams.

In the light, a young man with white hair and red eyes lay on the ground.

He looked stiff, as if he didn't know why he suddenly appeared here.

"...Here is, where?"

Bell whispered, standing up and looking around panicked.

Finally noticed Rope standing quietly on the side.

The sleeping memory is awakening, and the gray-haired boy's expression gradually collapses.

"Do not!"

Bell murmured with his head in pain.

"I can't be here! Paul needs me! The Bolsheviks also need me! This is not true, I have to go back... The revolution has not yet succeeded, and there are so many poor and oppressed people waiting for us to liberate them... …"

Rope walked to Bell's side and patted Bell on the shoulder.

"Calm down, Bell. Recall the real memory carefully. Have you forgotten? Everything you experienced in that world is just false..."

"Fake?"