The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

As Elizabeth spoke, a hint of confusion crept onto her face, which was always hidden under her hood.

A familiar taste?

Is it the aura of impending doom from "Grey Paradise"? Or is it the presence of the giant wolf Fenrir that you sensed?

Considering the name Hela that she mentioned, and combined with the huge scythe in front of us, it probably refers to the former.

Seeing the girl relentlessly approaching, Morian could only retreat, waving his hands helplessly as he said:

"It's probably because of the environment here; everyone seems to pick up similar scents."

"Hmm..." Elizabeth stopped, as if assessing the credibility of the statement.

After a while, she nodded slightly as if in agreement, and surprisingly accepted the statement very easily.

"You're right, I must have accidentally confused them."

Having said that, Elizabeth stopped dwelling on the matter and pulled her slipping hood back up.

"They're too easy to fool..." Morian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Facing such an absolute powerhouse, he originally didn't harbor much wishful thinking about hiding anything.

If fabricated lies fail to convince the other party, then the only option is to reveal some information that can be disclosed, such as the existence of the highly dangerous relic known as "Grey Paradise."

Surprisingly, this highly questionable claim actually succeeded.

Looking at Elizabeth's innocent and guileless appearance, Morian didn't know how to communicate with her.

He could sense that the other person wasn't deliberately pretending, but was genuinely simple-minded and had an unconventional way of thinking.

As the surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, more paths leading to unknown places appeared directly in front of the two.

Hoping to gather more information and change the subject, Morian then asked:

"Miss Elizabeth, do you have some particular purpose in coming to a place like this?"

"A special purpose? Of course, it's to collect soul power," Elizabeth replied quite frankly.

Then, she raised the black scythe, her petite figure wielding a weapon taller than herself, creating a sense of incongruity and contrast.

"These small, dying worlds are the best place for me to recover. Once I get rid of them, the power will flow to me."

It seems I'm not the only one using these broken worlds to increase my power. Morian was somewhat taken aback, silently memorizing this important information.

Judging from this, if we step into different worlds in the future, we might encounter many more people with extraordinary abilities like Elizabeth.

Before he could continue speaking, Elizabeth showed a troubled expression:

"But now... I feel like I'm lost."

...Morian was speechless for a moment, and once again fell silent because of the other party's magnanimity.

What do you mean "seems like"? I think you're definitely lost!

"What do you mean by getting lost?"

"I can't find my way back," Elizabeth honestly admitted. "I clearly remember the node being in its current location, but I can't find it no matter how hard I look."

"Perhaps it was naturally repaired by this world? Or maybe it was something else..."

She began to seriously consider other possibilities, but couldn't come up with a more reasonable explanation.

Looking at the powerful Death Agent before him, who didn't even know how to get back, Morian felt somewhat lost.

But then a bold idea popped into his mind.

He was exceptionally capable, showed no hostility, and was also very "easy to talk to".

Isn't this a ready-made thigh?

If I stick close to this powerful figure, the battles ahead will definitely go much more smoothly.

However, I feel a little ashamed to have deceived such an innocent young girl.

Thinking of this, Morian turned his gaze to the girl and said calmly without changing his expression:

"In fact, I'm also looking for a way to leave here."

"You too?!" Elizabeth suddenly asked in surprise, raising her gray eyes to look at him.

“That’s right.” Morian smiled and suggested, “So, perhaps we could travel together for now? Two people traveling together is always more efficient than one person traveling alone.”

"You are more familiar with this place than I am, while I am good at finding my way around and..." He carefully chose his words, but was interrupted halfway through his sentence.

"OK!"

Elizabeth answered quickly and without hesitation.

"I've always been all alone in this world, but finally there's someone I can talk to!"

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, as if she really cared about it.

So, she's always been all alone?

Hearing those casually uttered words, Morian suddenly felt a mix of emotions.

He felt a little guilty because he was trying to curry favor with the other person, while the other person simply felt that "it's nice to have someone to talk to."

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt as if something had been placed on his shoulder.

It wasn't a responsibility, but rather taking on the burden of a sickle.

...Suddenly, I don't feel so guilty anymore...

"Let's hurry up and go."

Elizabeth said impatiently after casually tossing the scythe to Morian.

She randomly chose a path and walked forward without looking back, seemingly without any plan and acting entirely on instinct.

Seeing the girl's eagerness to "lead the way," Morian, still basking in the glow of his badge, quickly caught up with his quirky new partner.

The path, shrouded in darkness, stretched on and on, leading deep into this place.

Looking around, the deeper they went, the more intense the deathly stillness became, some of it even condensing into wisps of black mist.

But whether it was because of the presence of a self-proclaimed "Death Agent" by his side, or the aura emanating from the giant scythe that intimidated the surrounding undead creatures, the journey was surprisingly quiet.

After walking for about five minutes, Morian broke the silence first:

"Speaking of which, is Miss Elizabeth also an Ascended One?"

"I think so." Elizabeth walked lightly at the front. "I've heard that name before."

Judging from this, the other person might be from the same world as me? Morian raised an eyebrow thoughtfully, which was basically in line with his guess.

"So, you're also an ascendant from the Kingdom of Hiran?"

"No, that's not it." Elizabeth didn't even turn her head, her tone nonchalant. "I'm from Ingsia."

"...Ingsia?"

Morian repeated it to himself, his memory of the place name somewhat vague.

Soon, he recalled the relevant information about that kingdom based on the original owner's memories.

Inghia is the second largest country in the Western world today, second only to the Kingdom of Hiran in terms of national strength.

It was a free country filled with flowers and romance, untouched by war, with a pleasant climate year-round, making it ideal for long-term residence.