Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

[The afterimage of the heroic spirit has become history]

[Heroic Spirit Contract has been recorded, currently 2 times]

Bai Yu came back to his senses and looked at the lighter that had fallen from his hand: "Is this also a relic?"

He then looked at the various packages of varying sizes stacked in the warehouse, more than half a person's height...

"Good guy!"

Chapter 6 Ren Xia

After an hour of unpacking time.

Although I really want to complain about why there are so many ancient relics in my house, I wonder who this old man is.

But let’s ignore these issues for now and just be grateful.

Bai Yu selected seven relics from more than thirty packages.

Among these seven relics, three house the projections of heroic spirits, and the other four are ceremonial garments.

He picked up one of the relics, which was a fan in the shape of a butterfly with a very strange shape.

The scene suddenly changed, and the memories preserved in the relics surged like a tide, presenting an illusory projection in front of Bai Yu's eyes.

What he saw was a theater, and above the theater a female actor was dancing with abandon. She danced with swaying steps, and every move she made was full of spirit. But the difference was that the entire theater was burning with flames, ignited in the blaze, and she was dancing in the fire, stepping on tongues of flame with every step and leap.

[Ancient Relic: Butterfly Fan]

[One-star outfit: Burning in flames]

[Durability: 51%]

[The costume data has been recorded in the wishing pool]

Bai Yu opened the butterfly fan, but this time it did not drop from his hand, because it was not a heroic spirit, but a ceremonial garment.

Not all ancient relics are ceremonial garments, and not all ancient relics can embody the will of heroic spirits.

The ceremonial costume itself carries mysterious power and can be used directly as a weapon or prop, but its durability will decrease with each use.

Moreover, if one wants to use ceremonial attire, one must be an extraordinary person. Ordinary people are not qualified to use ceremonial attire at all.

Bai Yu put down the butterfly fan and checked the records in the wishing pool.

[Heroic Spirit Contract has been recorded, currently 9 times]

"Here I come, for the last time."

The success rate of the Heroic Contract is very low, and the game Heroic Chronicles has no guarantee!

Whether you can get the lottery depends entirely on your luck.

But Bai Yu was very calm. He had the superpower of the guaranteed rule, and he was sure to get a hero in the tenth draw.

In order to confirm whether his superpowers came with him through time, he conducted an experiment, and the answer was absolutely yes. He found a hundred dollars in the corner of the cabinet.

The next step is to choose from three relics that house the projections of heroic spirits.

In fact, there is not much to choose from. The three heroic spirit projections are all one-star, and the status of two of them is afterimage.

A Heroic Spirit in the afterimage state means that its host will is broken. Even if it is successfully summoned, what is ultimately obtained may be a flawed and incomplete projection of the Heroic Spirit.

One-star Heroic Spirits are the rarest of Heroic Spirits. If they are still damaged, their combat effectiveness is almost out of the question.

Bai Yu looked at an orange-yellow metal bullet casing.

The consciousness contained in this bullet shell is clearer.

He reached out and grasped the metal casing, closing his eyes.

【Confirm the Relic】

The moment he touched it, Bai Yu's thoughts were drawn into the memories remaining in the metal shell.

He was a white-haired old man standing in front of a flower shop, watering the flowers as usual. He looked like an ordinary old man, but he was already at the age where he had to gasp for breath after walking a few steps quickly.

However, it was this old man sitting in the sun with his eyes half closed, giving people the illusion of an old lion basking in the sun. His back was hunched, but his eyes were sharp, without any sign of aging or confusion.

As if he had noticed something, he turned around and smiled, meeting Bai Yu's gaze.

Bai Yu came back to his senses.

[Relic: Metal Bullet Shell]

[One-Star Heroic Spirit: Ren Xia]

【Status: Full Movie】

[Heroic Spirit Contract has been drawn up]

【Should we enter into a formal contract?】

A line of fiery red text appeared directly in front of his sight. The burning words released light, shocking his eyes.

The conditions for the tenth heroic spirit extraction have been met.

【Confirmation of Contract】

[Heroic Spirit Contract has taken effect]

[Do you want to start weaving the final chapter of Renxia's fate? ]

If you refuse to weave the final curtain of their fate, you will not be able to obtain the complete faceplate of this Heroic Spirit.

"Weaving, the end of fate?"

He thought about it and recalled what Lao Yang said, that after drawing a heroic spirit in this game, one needs to go through a personal storyline.

It is equivalent to a novice guide story that introduces the background and gameplay of the heroes.

Let’s get started.

Bai Yu clicked to confirm the weaving.

Suddenly, there was a violent vibration of musical notes in my ears, thump↑thump↑thump↑thump↓!

It is the opening overture of the symphony of fate.

The words of fire burned to ashes.

【Begin to weave destiny】

……

It was a rainy day with sparse rain.

An old man in his sixties sat at the door of his house, listening to the rain hitting the old roof and the water dripping into the yard.

He looked gently at the girl in front of him, who was wolfing down rice.

"Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." The old man poured a glass of water, blew on it a few times and handed it over.

"Thank you, thank you..." She swallowed the rice, sniffed hard, hesitated for a moment, took the cup and drank it in one gulp: "I will leave after I finish eating, and I will not cause you any more trouble..."

The girl lowered her head and said, "It's a favor for me to eat this meal. If there's a chance in the future..."

She was about to say that she would definitely repay the favor, but the words stopped at her lips. She didn't know how long she could live. Not to mention repaying the favor, even having enough food and clothing became a problem.

The old man smiled kindly and said, "You can rest here tonight. There are not many people here and it's very quiet. No one can find you."

The girl opened her mouth, then lowered her head to eat her rice again. Tears as big as beans fell into the bowl, and she ate the bitter rice mouthful by mouthful.

Neither of them spoke. The girl didn't say anything, and the old man didn't ask any questions. He just continued to fiddle with the potted plants he raised.

Then, suddenly there was an extremely rude knock on the door, a "dong dong dong" sound.

The girl was so frightened that her shoulders shook, her face turned pale, and her bowl of rice fell over.

The old man indicated that he was fine and stood up. "Don't be afraid. I'll go deal with these people."

He walked to the door with a hunched back and opened it. The girl poked her head out slightly and saw a group of gangsters wearing colorful shirts and black suits outside the door.

No one knew what the old man said to the other party, but this group of jihadists didn't make much noise and left very quickly.

"It's okay." The old man returned to the room and comforted the girl, "They won't be coming back in the short time."

"How did you..."

"They are just looking for money, so I gave them my savings." The old man said calmly.

"What!" The girl was shocked and felt extremely guilty: "How could this be..."

"Don't worry, it's just some money." The old man smiled magnanimously. "I don't have much need for money. I also have a pension from the Fuso government."

The girl lowered her head and bit her trembling lower lip.

She couldn't understand why the old man helped her so selflessly.

But she couldn't refuse and had to accept the help.

She really had no other choice. She had been chased for debts by the underworld to the point of desperation, and these debts were not owed by her at all!

Her father owed a huge gambling debt, and all his belongings were used to pay off the debt, but it was still a drop in the bucket. He could have just died irresponsibly, and the debt directly forced the remaining family members into a dead end at the hands of the underworld.

She spent all 24 hours a day working to earn money, leaving her with almost no time to study. Even if she was admitted to a school, she would not be able to afford the tuition.

The huge debt, the busy work, the pressure of studying, everything made her almost breathless.

Debt collectors come every day, making it almost impossible for her to find a normal job. She can only keep changing places to find odd jobs. She is also unable to find a place to live long-term, and the landlord will rush to evict her when he sees her.

Penniless, unable to find a job, and with her belongings smashed, she was almost forced into a desperate situation.

There was no one to help her, no one to talk to, and all her past friends chose to stay away from her.

Even crying and shouting will be of no use because big cities don't believe in tears.

Walking alone on the street in the rain, she once thought of jumping into the sea to commit suicide.

If she hadn't been taken in by the elderly man in the flower shop where she used to work, she might have died.

Now, a meal and a bed to sleep in make her grateful.

Not to mention that the old man also used up all his savings to stop the gangsters outside the door. I really can't repay him enough.

But she felt fear again. She was afraid that her existence would bring misfortune to this kind old man.

The girl soon fell asleep. Even in her sleep, she still hugged her arms, showing that even in her dream she was still being followed closely by the group of men in black, like a nightmare that could not be dispelled.

The old man helped her cover herself with the quilt and at the same time took out a fingernail-sized object from her clothes...a messaging device.

The old man shook his head silently. The girl thought she could escape, but in the end she was still in the hands of the other party.

He patted his old waist, slowly stood up, walked to the potted plant, lifted up his beloved potted plant, and took out an automatic pistol from the grid below. There was a falcon pattern engraved on the handle of the pistol.

Kiryu Takajiro.

This is the old man's name. It is a name that combines the dragon and the eagle, which is quite domineering.

Later on, he really disliked this name, so he changed it, removing the "eagle" and changing his name to Jiro.

Old man Jiro stood up and walked out the door. He thought that the passbook should have been discovered by now, as there was not much money in it.

He lied. How could an old widower and lonely man have so much savings? He didn't have any pension at all, and all his property was just an old flower shop.

I said this just to reassure the girl.

He put some sedatives in the water so that she could sleep well and not think about committing suicide after waking up.

And the sounder she sleeps, the better, as it can cover up some of the noise outside.

He opened the door, held an umbrella, and walked out onto the avenue.

As expected, the sound of a vehicle was heard soon, and the bright headlights cut through the night sky. A dozen gangsters pushed open the car door and rushed over in frustration.

"Old man, I think you are tired of living!"

The bald leader roared with a hideous look on his face: "You are looking for death, aren't you? How dare you play tricks on us!"

"I have a question."

The old man held an umbrella, his voice trembling with age: "Why did you push that child to death? Didn't I pay off the principal and interest of the debt a long time ago?"

"The little money you gave me in the past wasn't even enough to pay the interest!"

"Humph..."