Cyril has never been so puzzled since playing the game [Railway of Ray]. He doesn't remember any other props or methods in the game that can open another attribute panel. When props like "The Origin Heart of the World" came out, the planner was scolded by the players.

Unfortunately, the game company is like "Abukuma's 80,000 steel" and shows no sign of surrender. The backhand is just a big event. Players of the entire server divide up 1 billion Gentry online, and each person can get a full 108 Gentry. Everyone thinks it's really "scent", and then forgets the origin of heart.

"If it has nothing to do with props, it may have something to do with my body itself..."

Cyril pondered, and he set his sights on the beginning of his journey:

The future "Adrien Breaker" is awakened by the future "Down Shadow Caroline". In the original timeline, because Caroline's unexpected soul-summoning technique is a talented stress response, she cannot control the rest of the zombies. Only Adrien has uniqueness, protecting Caroline and killing the rest of the zombies...

If his soul did not travel to Cyril in this life, then the world line would still proceed as before. But this does not mean that Adrien's soul fire awakened by Caroline was extinguished because of his arrival...

Since the soul fire does not have an independent consciousness, his soul successfully occupied the dominant nature, so this soul fire became his appendix—

Therefore, his night vision should be the characteristics of the undead. The extremely calm but fanatical competitive state that has only recently appeared is also the characteristics of the undead.

And those unconscious souls will ignore his existence, probably because of this characteristic.

Cyril suddenly figured it out that every time he worked hard to cut off the monster, he did not disappear, but was stolen by the second panel! It separated its experience and was growing continuously. It would be solved only when the experience was accumulated enough!

He couldn't help rubbing his temples. For a moment, he thought that the original owner's soul had not completely dissipated and was still in his body. He was also a little conflicted in his heart - the corpse awakened by the necromancer was not the original soul, but the undead elements that had to be accumulated from scratch. This nature is completely different from that when the original owner's soul still existed.

"That's right, this is reality, not a novel, so where does that strange thing come from?"

Cyril comforted himself, and in general, this was a good thing. He didn't have to worry about whether this soul fire would retaliate against him after it grew. After all, according to various manifestations, these soul fires have begun to spontaneously protect his soul space, and even the "Gray God" was burned to death-

Although the poor God of Gray does have great abilities, it is like a dream caught by the grass when he goes out. It has no foundation and no level. In recent years, He wanted to rely on Ambrose to mix some faith power and develop slowly, but it seems that Ambrose is only thinking about swallowing Him and taking it for himself, so he is still as weak as when he was born.

Even because he distributed part of his power to Ambrose, he was even weaker than when he was born.

If Ambrose really offered Him to serve him well in the past few years, then the one who suffered this time must be Cyril - at least Cyril felt that it was obviously impossible to defeat the God of Grey with his soul alone.

But Cyril didn't know how long it took to unlock this second panel to determine how long it would take for him to unlock. It would be like a blank panel given by the Origin Heart of the World, or a panel that already has a profession.

As for whether he is a dead person or a living person now, it is obviously a living person, or the weight of a living person is higher than that of a dead person. After all, he has received the healing of Yuanchu Sacrifice, and even Yuanchu Sacrifice has not been able to detect the side of his "dead". It is conceivable how weak the side of the undead is.

He felt his body slowly recovering and gradually could walk around, so he stood up to the window and looked at Caroline outside the window who was seriously learning to sing with the nun. The middle-aged nun obviously liked this little girl with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Every time Caroline sang it, he would reward her with a few candies.

In the end, Caroline was holding a handful of candy in her hand and her mouth was stuffed with bulging like a squirrel stocking up on food.

This made Cyril laugh, but the laughter was immediately caught by Caroline with sharp ears. The little girl turned around and saw Cyril at the window. She jumped up in surprise and threw the candy in her hands aside. She didn't walk the door, but went straight to the window, pulled the stone platform and the windowsill, and climbed up the windowsill that was taller than her head, and then she rolled into Cyril's arms.

"Heavy, heavy, heavy."

Cyril smiled and put Caroline down, but the strength of his arm failed to fully recover, and the hug almost made him sit on the ground.

He sat back on the bed and handed Caroline the fruit left by Mia on the side. Caroline sat on the chair and gnawed the red fruit, looking at Cyril, with a smile on his face the previous second, and tears fell down the next second.

"What, what's wrong?"

He had never expected Caroline to start crying suddenly, but saw Caroline's little hand wiping her tears in a hurry, and her voice became soft:

"I watched Cyril fight monsters there, but I couldn't help at all, woosh..."

"Ah, that's because Caroline, you're still young. After eight years, you're much better than me." Cyril couldn't help laughing. This sentence was not bragging at all. Eight years later, it was the time when the shadow of twilight appeared. At that time, he was not at level 100 in the game and was still trying hard to get the title.

But after hearing this, Caroline cried even harder: "But Cyril is only one year older than me."

Cyril looked up at the sky.

Sometimes people will always subconsciously forget something, just like when facing this young version of Caroline, they will always forget that their body is actually only fifteen years old.

He was very persuading, especially exaggerating the role of Caroline's undead puppy, which made the little girl burst into tears and laugh.

After comforting Caroline, Cyril turned to find the room where Narula was resting. He knocked on the door lightly. The door was not closed, and then he pushed the door in. Then he saw Narula wearing a white nightgown standing by the window, tilting her hair in a daze.

He raised his head and found Narura looking at the painting painted on the window. The painting was also a portrait of Danya, and the simple colors and lines intertwined with a strange beauty, which made Narura forget to blink his eyes.

"Naira?"

As soon as he spoke, Narura came to her senses, turned her head and looked at Cyril, stood in a daze, opening her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Cyril knew that he was facing a "child" who had just lost his "father" and his home. Part of the Grey God was now living in the hourglass on his chest. Now, Narora is just an ordinary little girl except for her body that is not in line with her age.

He remembered that he had not formally introduced himself to Narura, so he whispered: "Cyril Adrien, this is my name. I am very sorry for what happened in Langjin Town, but that should be a good thing for you..."

He said in a nagging manner, and Narura's expression did not change at all, nor did he show any signs of speaking. He simply changed his tone and began to introduce the city they were in, Karankin.

"This is the capital of Derek Province. I think you have never been here. When your health is completely cured, I can take you out shopping. I think you will definitely be happy to meet Caroline. She... Although she is younger than you, she is as naive as you..."

Narula listened quietly to Cyril's words, and there was no slight fluctuation in her black eyes. Until Cyril said something, she turned her head and said softly:

"Mr. Adrien."

"Hmm?" Cyril put down the water cup and was puzzled.

The girl turned to look at the sunlight that was leaking through the window and shining into the room. She squinted her eyes slightly, and her long black hair, which was as black as a waterfall, came down.

"May I am now a bird in a cage or a yellow oriole?"
Chapter completed!