He had to start over as a re hero.
“So that’s why he went silent.”
I nodded.
There were things I wanted to ask him, but he didn’t respond for days.
“So, the master of Dorado...”
If El Cid fell to Dorado, the master of Earth would vanish.
In other words, the scenario couldn’t proceed.
“Starting at 1-star, level 1.”
Just like .
At the ti, Dorado was in chaos due to the disappearance of its master, but a hero who served as the sub-master managed to keep things under control as the leader.
That hero was Laskanda.
“......”
I quickly flipped through the pages.
El Cid faced several crises on the lower floors but managed to adapt well, growing through nurous battles.
“And then...”
Eventually, El Cid was recognized as a comrade by Laskanda and his companions, and their adventures resud.
He still possessed the powers of a master.
Flip.
The old book contained records of what happened next.
I finished my tea.
In the forest,
In the desert,
In the sea,
He ventured out in search of many hidden secrets, puzzles, and ruins scattered across the continent.
Sotis, he faced life-threatening danger from monster attacks, and other tis he was trapped in mazes and spent days wandering. Yet, every ti, his comrades were there by his side.
When he finally reached the 70th floor, his na had beco “Laskanda El Cid.”
The wolf fur coat he wore once belonged to a forr sub-master, a comrade who left his na and heirloom to El Cid after perishing in a battle.
A foreign princess with dark skin and black hair.
She had a sharp and fiery temperant, but it was said she loved Dorado more than anyone.
“......”
I recalled a woman who stood behind El Cid.
Empty eyes.
She was a master with the dagger.
And there was also an old man who had lived for thousands of years under a witch’s curse.
He wielded a massive sword like a twig and would recount Dorado’s long history and traditions to El Cid every night.
When I t him, that old man was practically a corpse.
He swung his sword around mindlessly without any reason.
At so point, El Cid realized that Dorado had already perished, and he also understood why he had to continue the adventure. He then revealed his origins and secrets to his comrades, who welcod him with smiles.
Nothing changed.
El Cid set out on one last adventure with his comrades.
To unite the scattered forces and races of Dorado.
After completing yet another long adventure,
El Cid beca known to all of Dorado as “King.”
“So this is the 80th floor.”
I was about to turn the next page but then frowned.
The letters were illegible.
The ink had blurred to the point of being unrecognizable.
Is this the end?
I flipped through the remaining pages.
“......?”
At the very back of the book,
A few pages had been added.
“What is this?”
The paper was crumpled to the point that the writing and drawings appeared to be dancing wildly across the page.
It was so poorly written that it could have been done by a child.
I had to squint and focus to barely understand it.
The story of what happened after the 80th floor was recorded there.
El Cid, now a great king, joins forces with everyone to fend off a mysterious invader who tried to ?? Nоvеl??g??т ?? (Continue reading) swallow Dorado.
Despite the countless sacrifices and suffering, the invaders eventually returned to where they ca from, never to threaten Dorado again.
El Cid magnificently rebuilt Dorado, which had been devastated by the war.
After that, Dorado entered a long era of peace and prosperity.
On the last page,
El Cid passes his throne to a wise man and prepares for one more adventure.
The foreign princess and the old man cursed by the witch still accompanied him.
“......”
El Cid’s story ended here.
Underneath the word “End,” a crude drawing was scribbled.
A young man wandering aimlessly across a plain, with a maiden walking beside him.
And the old man carrying a large sword, following behind.
“This is...”
An endless adventure.
I closed the book.
“How dull.”
This type of plot has been done thousands of tis before.
A stranger from another place saves the world, becos king, and sets out on another adventure.
It’s a cliché that’s been overused to the point of exhaustion.
“Foolish.”
I sighed.
I firmly closed the book and put it back under the table.
Never to be taken out again.
It was a story that should never be told.
He may have been a hero in Dorado,
But to Muyeon, he was a calamity,
And to Niflheimr, an enemy.
“But...”
He was also my friend.
I glanced to the side.
A faint holographic window appeared.
It was a chat I had with El Cid shortly before he disappeared.
Sohow, I managed to recover the log.
*El Cid> I...*
This guy, is always with the nonsense.
*El Cid> I believe the heroes in the ga are alive.*
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