Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 242 Travel
Frankly speaking, the fact that Gola and Lisdovi moved in doesn't really matter. After all, Mordor doesn't really care about such things. The worst outcome is that Gola kills him, and he'll be reincarnated again. How long will she hunt him down? That's the question. He doesn't like death.

After all, no one can kill him, and the experience of death is not pleasant, so he tries his best not to die if he can.

But if Gola persists, then there's nothing that can be done.

He knew that all he needed to do was wait.

Recently, many new faces have appeared in the town, probably following Lisdowei or Gola, but they haven't made a big fuss about it.

Modor spoke frankly with the two men: "I have no objection to who you are colluding with, but I hope you will not reveal my identity, as that would cause a lot of trouble."

“I won’t do that,” Gola answered first. “I hope you can give me an answer.”

“I will not reveal your identity either,” Lisiduowei quickly expressed her opinion.

Of course, Mordor was just saying it casually. It would be normal if it were actually leaked, and it's also quite normal if some clever people guessed it.

He continued working at the pub as usual, as if the two girls had never existed.

However, Gora clearly had no intention of giving up. Mordor felt that she probably knew she couldn't actually give her an answer, but she kept convincing herself that she could.

She clung to this as her last lifeline, clinging to it to her spirits.

This person is probably reaching their limit.

Therefore, this entanglement will certainly not stop.

After showing the results of astrology to Gola, but she remained unmoved, Mordor became convinced that the girl had reached her limit and was on the verge of a broken heart after her ideas clashed with those of her "former teammates" and she broke with them on some level.

That's really pitiful.

So one day, he suddenly resigned from his job as store manager.

"you……"

“I need to deal with that; she’s being a bit too much.”

Gillian seemed a little reluctant: "But he really is looking at you with all his heart. Isn't it a bit much to say that he's annoying?"

"maybe."

He found Gora and Lisdowei: "Didn't you want answers? Come on a trip with me."

The sudden mention of this topic left both Gola and Lisdowei bewildered.

Modoch said, "My wisdom comes from my understanding of the world. Over the years, I have measured the land with my own feet, seen with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, observed the world, and thought about the world... If you want to get the answer, do it this way."

Gola's eyes lit up: "That's a good suggestion! In the process of defeating you, perhaps that journey was too short and too purposeful. Yes, travel, we should travel, to witness what this world is like."

This was clearly an answer that suited Gora's tastes, while Lisdowe seemed to have thought of something, and simply said, "As you wish."

The trip was decided upon during this conversation.

They traveled light, carrying little and needing little – after all, both Lisdowe and Mordor were very convenient with their magic. Although Mordor didn't intend to recover much of his strength, now that the hero had arrived, it was acceptable to slowly regain some.

Gora herself is also very strong.

And so, I quietly embarked on my journey.

This trip actually had no end, and no fixed route. They first went to Buto City, the city where the arm of Mordor was sealed. In the past, Lisdowei controlled this city. As a volcanic city, it has many local specialties. They also found a natural hot spring nearby and soaked in it.

I witnessed the local customs and culture, and then continued on my way.

According to Mordoh, this journey should be very long; she estimated it to take about two hundred years.

Anyway, he, Gola, and Lisdowei can all get through this period.

But war broke out.

The cause was—Gora's disappearance.

One day, the heroine Gola suddenly disappeared from the world's sight. Afterward, the suppressed contradictions of this world began to erupt one by one. At first, the elves and dwarves formed an alliance to fight against the central human empire. However, the cursed mage alliance, which should have been on the side of humans, sided with the multi-race alliance formed by the dwarves and elves.
However, within the human camp, the Church of the White and the Alchemists' Guild have fallen out, and the conflict between the two sides is almost irreconcilable. Meanwhile, the Mage's Guild is locked in a fierce battle with the Central Empire of Humanity...

Under such circumstances, wars broke out continuously.

Before the journey began, the world seemed peaceful, but after the journey started—war broke out everywhere.

It started with a trip, and took two years.

"Can't you sleep?"

Mordor emerged from the tent and saw Gola sitting by the river. The girl was hugging her knees, gazing silently at the river and the moonlight reflected in its waters: "If I hadn't left, would the war have been avoided?"

"Even now, are you still saying such things? Do you think this war wouldn't have broken out if you were there? You would have had to make choices back then... Rather, you came to me because you've already sensed it, haven't you? The ambitions hidden beneath the shells of your former comrades, the flames of impending struggle—everyone thinks they're righteous, everyone thinks they're sacrificing, everyone thinks they're a great contributor, but often they push the world into an irreversible abyss. You came to me to solve this problem, didn't you?"

Gola buried her head between her legs: "But I didn't get an answer. You didn't give me an answer, and I didn't think of an answer either."

What did we see during this journey?

"Modorch suddenly asked."

The various things I saw, and... the areas ravaged by war.

"Do you think there's any difference between this world and the one under my rule?"

No.

In fact, Gora realized this problem a long time ago. She rebelled because of the brutality of the demons and their rule, but in reality, there was no difference. Perhaps, in a sense, the Demon King's rule was better because she found that the intensity of the war was now higher than in the past, higher than when the various races fought against the demons!
Whether human, elf, or dwarf—they all absorbed the legacy of the demon race, and after decades of development, their races grew much stronger. Then, those newly born lives were thrown into the battlefield like kindling, and their wishes, expectations, and tenderness were all destroyed in the war.

So, four months ago, they bypassed the routes where the war had taken place and instead plunged into a rather ancient forest, where they traveled.

But Gola's heart still couldn't find peace. What was happening now was destroying the meaning of being a hero.

What is her purpose in existing? What have she done in the past?

Everything was being rejected. For Gola, this was truly unacceptable.

"Now do you understand why I told you that I had no choice? Because since I was born, this kind of thing has never stopped. Since the first life was born from the World Tree, three thousand races have been fighting each other, being selected again and again, again and again... Perhaps this is the meaning of life. At least, in this era, you were born, and you killed me, killed me, a being who was born with the world and could be considered a god. If it weren't for the burial of races, if it weren't for the constant struggles, you might not have reached this level. Life has begun to touch the very foundation of the world."

Gora looked up, her eyes filled with confusion; she didn't quite understand what Mordor meant.

"What I mean is—if we consider all life in the world as children raised by the world, then now, these children have finally grown up, finally begun to have an equal status with the world, and can finally...give back to the world."

Mordor thought for a moment and then used an analogy: "It's like raising a hundred dogs from a young age, then letting them fight each other to get the strongest one to help you hunt. In the successive generations of civilizations, the emergence of a life like yours might mean that the original beings like me and the goddess should be eliminated."

"I won't do that."

“It would be best if you didn’t do that,” Mordor said frankly. “I don’t want to die. You’d better not kill me.”

These words seemed to cheer Gora up a bit, and she couldn't help but smile. Then, she looked up at the sky and said, "Modor, I've been having a dream lately."

"what?"

"I dreamt that I was a boy, and after I killed you, you were reborn as a black-haired girl, and then I fell in love with you."

"Are you crazy?" Modor was stunned. He stared at Gora. "You're not, you're not, getting old and finally becoming horny, are you? Like those old ladies in our town, they don't hold back at all when they talk dirty, and many men run away when they hear it."

Gora blushed slightly: "I'm not!"

"Then why do you have this kind of dream?"

"Shouldn't you say something like, 'Life forms of our level don't dream easily, and when we do dream, it's always because we have some kind of spiritual connection'?"

"See, you already know this situation yourself, do I need to explain it to you?"

Gora glared at Mordor, then stared intently at him: "Then tell me, what is the feeling behind this dream?"

Who knows you?

Mordoch had no intention of answering the question.

"Is this the answer to 'I've fallen for you'?"

Mordor opened his hands: "Let me think. In your dream, did I like you?"

"It seems like you've been rejecting me the whole time."

"That settles it, doesn't it? Even if you said you liked me, I would still reject you. Besides, do you have a reason to like me? How did you fall in love with me in your dreams?"

“I was betrayed by Xia Di and the others in my dream, and then you comforted me.”

Mordor smiled. "In reality, did they betray you?"

The girl hesitated for a moment: "I think, maybe it counts."

"Look at you, how heartless you are, Gola the Brave. She has done nothing to wrong you. She is just fighting for her ideals. If there were really one or two shameless guys, you have already been found out. The fact that they didn't force you to express your opinion is already proof that they are good to you. And you still think they betrayed you? Maybe, in other people's eyes, you betrayed them and abandoned them."

Mordor said this with considerable sarcasm.

This left Gora speechless, because she knew that Mordor was right.

It's not the first or second time that they've had ideological conflicts with others. Over the past few decades, there have been countless arguments and contradictions... but in the end, they've never really erupted. For them, it's probably because they're suppressing the bad temper of this "foolish idealist."

If I had to say something, it would be...

They've all grown up.

Growing up and becoming those in power, they are responsible for those below them. They can no longer speak of naive ideals and believe they will come true... They make choices by weighing the pros and cons and shoulder the weight of their organizations.

In comparison, she seems... unable to shoulder the weight of "world peace".

"You really aren't kind to me at all, Mordor."

Is there any need for tenderness towards the person who killed you?

"In my dreams, you're the one who gently gives me a lap pillow and tells me, 'I'll always be here for you.' That's so adorable."

After thinking for a moment, Mordor took something out of his treasure vault: "This is called Nightmare Fantasy. You can use this to project your dream and go with me in the dream. You can use this to enjoy yourself."

He very honestly handed the item to Gola.

Then it broke.

The nightmare fantasy shattered in that instant.

"What are you doing! This is my masterpiece!" Mordor looked at the shattered Nightmare Fantasy with heartache. His current strength was not enough to stop the girl. "It's very troublesome to rebuild it. I also need to recreate the Nightmare race, then use them to construct a collective dream, and then extract that part of the dream... Alas! You have destroyed a treasure of the world!"

Gora stared at Mordor: "Why have you been avoiding my questions?"

"What are you talking about? What am I avoiding?"

“I mean, I might like this.”

"Haven't I already answered this question? I rejected your affections. Do I need to emphasize it again? Or do you think I'm joking?"

"Give me a reason."

Mordor looked at Gora with the eyes of someone who thought she was crazy: "I don't understand human emotions. What's the point of you telling me this?"

(End of this chapter)