Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

A young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in military uniform, looked at the truck full of gems with a greedy expression.

He glanced around at his teammates who were on guard, clicking his tongue and muttering something under his breath.

Those around him couldn't hear it clearly.

However, if a time traveler were here, they would be able to tell that he was speaking Japanese.

Comments such as, "Lieutenant Kondo is really something, he can even guess the shipping address."

There were also comments like, "How can a bunch of animals be so rich? They're so arrogant."

Everything about him revealed his arrogance and disdain for others.

Just as he was pondering how long he would have to wait before he could transport the gems out, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky.

Looking up, one could see the support troops of the winged race.

They flapped their wings, their eyes fixed on the ground below, the magical energy emanating from their bodies as vast and magnificent as the ocean.

The young man felt he couldn't breathe and involuntarily took a step back.

At that moment, an old man reached out and pressed him down:

"Don't worry, kid, these beasts can't possibly find us. The Empire's technology is beyond the reach of these barbarians."

"Just wait, they'll disperse on their own once they can't find their target."

"But then again, they are really rich."

The value of this shipment is roughly estimated at around 270,000, and our reward will be at least 100 gold coins.

"Buying a long-eared tribesman as a slave wouldn't be a problem at that time."

Although the old man was advanced in years, his restless spirit remained undiminished.

He had vaguely heard of elves when he was young.

At first, he didn't have any particular feelings for the elves, but the long-eared tribe was simply too beautiful and charming.

Even if I don't need it, it's good to destroy it.

He had done this more than once in the past, and thus developed a habit of listening to women's pitiful wails and pleas for mercy.

Unfortunately, he was transported to another world in a daze, losing his identity and military rank. To make matters worse, he offended a guy called the Fairy Queen and was thrown into the border region.

I thought I would spend my life there in mediocrity, or even die a violent death.

Fortunately, Lieutenant Kondo found him.

Recalling that time, the old man stroked his chin and sighed deeply:

"Speaking of which, Lieutenant Kondo is my senior, except he is from the Navy and I am from the Army. We participated in the Five-Star Operation together back then."

"Although we ultimately failed, we managed to escape unscathed. I never imagined that we could fight side by side in this extraordinary world."

"Fate is truly wondrous. Kid, what year were you born? How many wars have you participated in, and how many people have you killed?"

He spoke quickly, with a tone full of nostalgia.

Just as the young man was about to respond, the sound of flying overhead suddenly stopped.

Clearly, the winged race was forced to leave because they could not find the culprit.

Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief:

"They're gone. I knew it. A bunch of incompetent fools. No wonder they were manipulated by Lieutenant Kondo."

After saying that, he stopped asking the young man questions, as if his words were just a casual boast about past glories.

Turning back to the group, just as I was about to leave, a sudden "beep beep" sound rang out all around me.

Looking up, the old man instinctively placed one hand on the knife at his waist.

Although he was an ordinary person, he was skilled in swordsmanship and, based on his past experience, received a reward from the emperor.

Currently possesses the unique skill "Swordsman".

Everyone stared at the source of the voice, where a blond, blue-eyed young man was standing.

The young man was startled at first upon hearing the voice, then took out the machine from his pocket and looked at it, his gaze instantly freezing:

"High-energy reaction!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes instantly turned sharp and cold.

Before he could even ask about the exact location of the energy reaction, the space not far away began to fluctuate violently, and the barrier shattered.

The situation is obvious.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword, and with a "whoosh," a flash of snow-white light disappeared.

This strike cuts through space, and even a disaster-level monster would die instantly if caught off guard.

He was confident that killing an intruder who appeared out of nowhere would be a piece of cake.

However, just as the blade flashed, it was abruptly interrupted midway.

No matter how hard he tried, the knife didn't budge.

—A tough nut to crack.

The elderly man's pupils constricted slightly.

Take a deep breath.

Before they could retreat...

A calm and unhurried voice slowly rang out:

"Wow, this is amazing. Are we almost in an era of indiscriminate killing? How many years have I been gone?"

It was a language from another world, which the old man couldn't understand, but the swordsman's magical perception allowed him to translate its meaning.

Immediately afterwards, a man with black hair and black eyes walked out of the space.

His fingers gripped the blade, giving off an air of "it's so small, no wonder it's useless."

With a slight squeeze, he crushed it, exchanged a glance with Ronan, and frowned:

"Traveler?"

But then, after hearing the other person's thoughts, he nodded in agreement:

"Oh, it's Xiao Ri..."

Before his thoughts had settled, another voice entered his mind. His eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled softly:

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, they encountered a group of robbers, and the robbers were even their own men. These people really had a death wish.

Taking a few steps forward to make way, Celie and the others emerged from the space.

At this moment, Ronan spoke, interrupting the old man's thoughts:

"Don't waste your time, we're not here to steal from you."

"Didn't you investigate who was behind Frey before you took action? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

The old man opened his mouth upon hearing this.

Ronan interrupted again:

"That's right, I can read minds, and I'm not a Japanese. Don't lump me in with you despicable guys."

He spoke the last sentence in Chinese, and the old man paused for a second, then blurted out, "Zhi..."

"Noisy."

Ronan waved, and in that instant, he heard the other person's complete thoughts, and thus learned the other person's identity.

In an instant, the old man exploded into a cloud of blood mist, not even giving him a chance to beg for mercy.

It felt as if every extra word he uttered was an affront to my ears.

Selene frowned at this scene, thought for a moment, but did not interfere further.

Ronan then looked at the others:

"And you? Are you the same as him? Forget it, robbery and murder are unforgivable crimes. Go with him."

He was too lazy to talk or listen; a bunch of scoundrels ruined the good mood he had just gotten from his wedding.

As soon as the words were spoken, some people witnessed the old man's death and instantly came to their senses.

Their pupils dilated sharply, and they tried to turn and run away.

However, before he could make any move, he vanished instantly, leaving no ashes behind.

Upon seeing this, Ronan snorted and withdrew his hand. Only then did he belatedly realize where all these Japanese people came from.

He didn't remember such a passage in the original work.

The butterfly effect, or...

Boom—while pondering.

A deafening roar echoed from the sky.

……

Ronan looked up.

"It's you guys."

He recognized all the visitors; they were all demon kings he had once promoted.

But how come they're so down on their luck now? They can't even get their things back after they've been robbed.

The winged creatures in the sky stopped flying and, upon seeing their former masters below, all stared wide-eyed.

Even worse, some people fall directly from the sky after their thoughts are interrupted.

—Hallucination?

Seeing this, Ronan waved his hand, signaling everyone not to get too excited:

"Calm down, someone tell me what's going on."