About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

But now it feels like a bicycle with a broken chain, and no matter how hard you try, it will only be used in vain.

He couldn't help but panic: "Is he going to be a potato for the rest of his life?"

Yes, panic.

It was obvious that he had envisioned this kind of life a long time ago and found it acceptable.

But now when he thinks about not being able to go back, all he feels is the fear of endless loneliness.

He didn't want this, he wanted to continue learning spells from Yayin, and he hadn't even had a good chat with his little teacher who always had a sad look on his face.

The big fluffy cat, the big cat who always had a smile on his face, and he didn't even know his name yet.

And the swordsman, he still hasn't been able to tell him that eating raw meat is harmful to your health.

There was also that time when he was inexplicably praised by a group of people. He wanted to know why he was praised like that, because only in this way could he feel at ease and experience the wonderful feeling of being praised by the stars without feeling guilty.

When he thought that if he never had such an opportunity again, he would have to be a lonely potato for the rest of his life, the fear in his heart began to amplify infinitely.

He struggled, constantly trying to turn back into a human, but no matter how hard he struggled, he still remained like a potato, unable to move.

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rustle.

I don’t know if it was a breeze blowing from there, but the leaves of the potato seedlings made a slight sound.

"In other words, when you met him, he was just an abnormally large potato?" Mass touched his chin and stared at the potato seedlings in Yayin's hand, "He told me this, But I thought he was wary of me and was fooling me with this statement, but I didn’t expect it to be true..."

"Yes, and the moment he turned into a potato was exactly the moment you felt the tyrant coming," Yain said, "but your attention should have been on the tyrant at that time and you did not notice him."

"Hmm... that is to say, he even sensed the existence of that guy before me?" Mass tapped his temple lightly with his index finger, "Strange, is it a blessing? But there is indeed no aura of blessing on him. Yes, could it be a legacy effect..."

"Blessing?" Yayin asked, "Did you think of anything?"

"Well...he told me before that he probably stayed in the wild for decades after he turned into a potato," Mass said, holding his cheek, "Although I have never seen a potato that can really grow for decades, But I don’t think it can grow to more than three meters high like you said, and the width of the root system alone is several hundred meters wide..."

"You want to know how many years he has been in the wild?" Yayin was a little confused, "But does it mean anything to know this?"

"Well, it still makes some sense. Let me think about it..." Miss Cuo pondered for a moment and asked, "By the way, when this tyrant appeared, do you remember exactly how many years ago it was?"

"One thousand one hundred and forty-three years ago," Jilunini on the side gave the answer almost instantly. "As soon as he appeared, he directly announced to take over the human capital, which triggered the collective anger of the power groups within the human race. The nobles at that time all united to want to deal with him. We carried out a crusade, but all of them were found dead in their beds the next morning.”

"Appeared directly in the human capital?" Miss frowned, "Hell, that's not...hiss, I see, that makes sense..."

"What makes sense?" Callidora asked.

"Well, wait a minute..." Mass thought for a moment and asked, "During the outside world's fight against this tyrant, has there ever been a hero-like person who gathered almost everyone's hope of defeating the tyrant? "

"It would be great if there was one," Guilunini said in a low tone. "Since the coalition forces were defeated, the entire world has not been able to form any resistance that threatens it. Everyone is running for their lives and hiding wherever they can. Hide, hide wherever you can, home everywhere, no fixed place to live.”

"Hmm... Okay, that's probably confirmed," Mass said while touching his chin. "Although this guy told me that he felt like he had just turned into a potato and spent decades, but in fact, I think He has been in the earth for over 1000 years."

"So long?" Mo Wente was surprised.

"Ah? Almost right?" Miss was not surprised at all, "After all, he grew so big at that time."

"So, does this have anything to do with his current situation?" Yayin asked doubtfully.

"It doesn't matter much, it's just that I figured something out," Mass shrugged, "Oh, no, there is still a little information, that is, you don't have to worry about him. When the tyrant leaves, I think he will change back. ”

"Will the tyrant leave?" Yayin was stunned, "But didn't you say before..."

"Yeah, I don't know if I can kill him," Mass sighed, "This makes me sad, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not the person responsible for this kind of thing. Although I tried my best to make a guest appearance, Sure enough, this kind of thing is still not suitable for me...

But, he will definitely leave.

Because I am probably the most annoying type of people like him. "

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The bone dragon roared, the skeleton insects rushed, and the red blood rain poured down. The desert under the red moon seemed to be buried with endless monsters, continuously pouring out from the sand and dust in various parts of the desert, and then converging towards the center of the desert.

The man waved the heavy sword in his hand, as if dancing in the desert. Every time he swung the sword, he could whip up the golden blazing flames that devoured everything, burning the incoming skeletal beasts into ashes, even giants thousands of feet tall and thousands of feet tall. The giant dragon could only die with one sword in front of him.

If you look down from the clouds, the place where the man is is like an all-devouring golden vortex, attracting all the bone beasts in the desert, and then crushing them all.

And this scene has been going on for a whole month.

The blood rain continues, and the skeleton army is still endless.

The golden flames were flying, but the man showed no signs of fatigue. He smiled maniacally, as if he was intoxicated.

This battle seems to never end.

But Mass, who was watching the battle from a distance, knew that the time limit was approaching.

Sure enough, he couldn't kill this monster-like man.

The blood moon also has an end.

The blood will enhance the power of the blood moon, and the corpse will become the blood moon's nutrition.

The Blood Moon was not so powerful from the beginning, but expanded to this point after devouring countless creatures.

It was a monster that Mass had raised, and no one knew it better than he did.

This monster was not created just to kill a certain person.

When the rain of blood falls and the bones dry up, this battle will eventually come to an end.

40. Disaster? Humans are much more terrible than disasters.

Thousands of years ago, there was a small country on the edge of the earth.

The capital of the country relies on the sea, with beautiful scenery. The people make a living by fishing, and most of them can be said to live a prosperous life.

Every month, the king holds a grand celebration. While the whole country celebrates, it also attracts tourists from other places.

Because the king stipulates that many specialty products that can be preserved for a long time can only be sold during celebrations, and transactions during the celebrations can also enjoy certain tax exemptions, so at this time, there will always be many wealthy businessmen who make a special trip to buy in large quantities. Local specialties are consumed in celebrations.

This is the part that makes people happiest.

At this time, every household would take out the specialties they had accumulated for sale on a daily basis, sell them at a good price, and then select some rare things from outside from the hands of these foreign caravans.

This idea of ​​a celebration was the second thing the king was proud of in his life.

As for what he was most proud of, it was his son, the only prince in the kingdom.

An occult genius.

In fact, when he was young, no one discovered that this little prince had any talent for occult arts. He was not very fast at learning spells, and was even slower than ordinary people. However, he inexplicably liked occult arts and often asked for help from others. My father bought himself various spell books.

The old king loved his son very much, so he took advantage of this celebration to collect spell books from all over the world from the caravans, and then gave them to his son.

According to his thinking at the time, he felt that his son's talent was not very good anyway. If he read more and work hard, he would be able to achieve something in the future.

But who doesn't understand mantras, he doesn't know that the definition of "understanding" mantras is completely different from person to person.

In their opinion, their little prince learned a spell slower than his peers.

Little did they know that their peers could read to the first level and then move on, but their little prince could read to the fifth level.

And this talent, as he grew older and his own magic power continued to accumulate, finally gradually emerged in his teenage years.

From then on, people gradually began to call him a genius, the young genius prince of the kingdom.

Later, in his youth, when he relied on his own magic to successfully explore the ocean spiritual crystal veins in the surrounding seas, his father was overjoyed and announced that the wealth brought by this vein would belong to the people of the country. , his reputation in the country was once elevated to the altar.

You know, this mine is more valuable than all the wealth this small kingdom possesses.

But the king didn't care, because in his opinion, his son was more valuable than this mine.

Also in that year, he helped the prince obtain the teleportation scroll to the world's top secret academy.

Although the prince was reluctant to part with it, when he saw his father handing the scroll to him as a surprise gift for his birthday, he had already decided that he must stand at the pinnacle of the world's secrets and return gloriously.

And it's been 12 years since he left.

The potential of a hard-working genius is unlimited. The young prince flew all the way on the road of mystery. In the end, he became the youngest Grand Mystic in the world at that time. Just like his dream, he embarked on the journey of the world. vertex.

But when he returned to his hometown and wanted to give his long-missed father a big hug and see him praising him with a smile on his face just like in his memory...

But what appeared in front of him was ruins.

The ruins of a hometown.

The prosperity of the past is no longer there.

The remaining residents are emaciated.

The beautiful ocean is filled with stench, and the greasy filth reflects the colorful poisonous clouds.

At that moment, the prince's world almost collapsed.

He stepped into the ruins in despair and looked around at the miserable situation.

Soon, some residents recognized him.

As if they had seen long-lost relatives, they ran towards the prince, hugged him and cried.

Soon, the prince knew the truth.

That was the second year after he went out to study.

A duke in the kingdom that ruled most of the nearby area took a notice "said to be from the Mystic Sanctuary" and told the old king that "the Mystic Sanctuary received an oracle" and that in the future there would be a situation here that would destroy the world. of disaster.

And accompanying him was a great mystic who could represent the authority of the Mystic Sanctuary.

They asked the king to give up the throne and let the "Secret Sanctuary and the great powers capable of handling this incident" temporarily take over. After the disaster is dealt with, they will return the ruling power to the king.

The king vaguely felt something was wrong.

However, he is only the king of a small country, and the status of these two visitors is much higher than him.

What's more, they still hold the righteousness of the entire world in their hands.

King, cannot question a Grand Mystic from the Sanctuary of the Mysteries.

He was forced to give up the throne and became a temporary noble.

He waited anxiously for the disaster to come and prayed that nothing would happen to his people.

But the longer he waited, the more he felt something was wrong.

Yes, a lot of "fighting disaster" materials were shipped.

But no matter how the king looked at it, they were equipment and materials for mining ocean mineral veins.

Said to be for the sake of secrecy and safety, routine celebrations were cancelled, the kingdom was no longer prosperous, and residents could only make ends meet by fishing again.

But soon, the ocean was polluted.

The king knew very well that that was the negative impact of rapid mining of ocean mineral veins.

Seeing that the life of his people was getting worse and worse, his beautiful hometown was gradually dilapidated, and the country he had built with his own hands was about to be destroyed by an unwarranted "disaster", the king realized that this was not a disaster for the world at all. Misfortune, but one's own misfortune.

So, he wanted to fight.

But where would he find the strength to fight?

Soon, he, the "former king", was executed on the spot for "assassinating the then lord through verbal protest."

Also executed with him were his wife and two daughters.

After killing the king, the lord appointed by the duke also showed his last face. While completely blocking the surrounding roads, he mined the ocean mineral veins at full speed.

And in the end, what appeared in front of the returning prince was this scene.

That day, the prince fell into madness.

"Disaster? Disaster? Good, very good..."

The people surrounded him, hugged him, and cried loudly, as if they were struggling to grasp the spider's thread hanging down to hell.

He raised his head, tears couldn't stop falling, but there was a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You expect disaster, right? Okay, then, let me bring you what you want..."

"From today onwards, I am the embodiment of disaster..."

After that, the prince disappeared, taking the remaining people with him to an unknown place.