My Archangel

Following the upright idea of ​​the first emperor, Li Siren has never deliberately concealed and beautified the results of any expedition for nearly ten thousand years.

As long as the book is unfolded, even people who know nothing about Li Siren's expeditions in the past can clearly see these three words that are repeated continuously.

Failed.

Failed.

Failed.

Failed--

The results can be imagined.

Even the more optimistic Lisiren citizens, after learning about the expedition and facing the failure of sixteen consecutive times, it is difficult to maintain a calm mind.

This is true for ordinary citizens, and the same is true for practitioners who participate in the expedition pre-selection and who live much longer than ordinary people.

Anxiety, restlessness, impatience...

After thousands of years of imperceptibility, such emotions will always continue to spread throughout the Lisiren whenever the neighboring expedition.

There is almost no hope.

Under such circumstances, it is conceivable that it is difficult to expect more advanced practitioners to patiently guide the "newcomers".

Especially in recent expeditions, high-level practitioners have drilled loopholes in the rules during the preliminary selection, publicly humiliating "newcomers" and using "newcomers" as channels for their pressure to vent, there have been several cases in a row.

Therefore, the "newcomers" have all learned well.

If there are no kind-hearted "veterans" who are willing to form a team to take their own insights into the pre-selection and really teach them to master the learning through practice, then they will hardly go to the pre-selection to make themselves humiliated.

It is precisely for this reason that this expedition has reached the present, and there are only three groups that have registered for the pre-selection. There are "newcomers" who have not yet reached the golden rank.

And those newcomers, almost all "relationships" with the team leader, were specially brought to participate in the preliminary election.

Since this expedition uses the 3X3 model, most of the remaining groups are composed of pure "Golden Rank" three-person groups, plus a few rare groups with platinum rank practitioners as the leader.

"A ten-year-old adventurer here! Real silver rank evaluation, rich practical experience, and core all-rounder in the team! Ask the boss to lead!"

At this moment, there are less than five days left before the deadline for participating in the expedition pre-selection. In the "team area" in the guild, in addition to the copper bully just now, there are sporadic repetitions of other "newcomers". The props are asking for grouping one after another.

However, it is obvious that people usually go to the guild to find the "newcomers" who form the team. Basically, they don't have much background and relationships, and the effect of seeking formation is not ideal.

If nothing else, he would basically have no chance with this expedition pre-selection.

"Mr. Molick, this document is here for you."

At this moment, from a registration desk adjacent to the "Team Area", such a clear female voice came.

A woman in professional work clothes squeezed the documents in her hands and solemnly handed them to the brawny man standing outside the registration desk.

If anyone who has been in the guild often noticed the appearance of this brawny man at this time, he would almost open his eyes and look blank.

Because...Compared with a few days ago, the appearance of this strong man has undergone a considerable change.

Although the iconic Chinese character face and the strong muscles all over his body are still very obvious, but... his whole spirit has obviously improved.

The original stubborn beard has been shaved off, the messy hair has been straightened out, and the expression on his face has changed a little compared to the look of despair a few days ago...

He looked like he had completely changed.

"Your name change procedure has been completely completed."

After lowering the document into the hands of the strong man, the incumbent took a deep breath, with a sincere smile on his face, and proactively said: "May the new name bring you new luck."

"……is it."

After hearing this sentence, a stiff smile appeared on the brawny man's face, and his angular face was a little embarrassing, but he nodded and responded: "Thank you."

The brawny man's name at this time was Molik.

However, a few days ago, his name was still called "Olik".

This is a name that impressed most Lisiren citizens and has participated in three official expeditions in a row.

At the same time... it is also a name that seems to symbolize a certain kind of curse and a certain kind of bad luck. Just hearing it can make people stand away.

Yes, this name has participated in three expeditions so far.

In the first expedition, the team he was in and in charge of land reclamation was beaten to pieces and defeated at the first coordinate of the expedition.

At that time, although everyone in the group had saved their lives safely, they almost all suffered various injuries. Only Olik left only some skin injuries on his body.

In the second expedition, he ushered in the destruction of his teammates in the same group, and for the first time the expedition had the result of "the death of the main member".

In the third expedition hundreds of years ago, shortly after the expedition ceremony ended, the teammates of Olek and the group who had ignited the fire suddenly encountered accidents one after another, and announced their retreat before the official start... Although that fate It was saved, but the other two teammates besides Olek... still left quite obvious sequelae.

Although the people of the Central Temple carefully investigated the incident every time afterwards, they confirmed that Olek was not an "inner ghost" sent by other kingdoms, and the three expeditions spanned a full two thousand years, but... …The name Olek did not fade out of the vision of the Lisiren nationals, but inexplicably became the name "ruiguaner" that has been passed down from generation to generation in every generation of Lisiren.

Especially in the recent period, when the seventeenth expedition is about to start, such as "Hey, how can the calamity dare to lick his face to register?", "Isn't he conscious of being a broom star? "Who knows, maybe you have done something wrong and got some dirty stuff?", "Fuck! How many people does he want to harm?"...This kind of babble, as early as Half a month ago, it had been "intentionally or unintentionally" reached Olek's ears.

Especially not long ago, when the "lucky dice", which is said to reflect the good or bad luck of a person to a certain extent, was developed by a researcher of Li Siren, those surrounding the ears of Olek "Voice"...it suddenly became noisier.

On the day when "Lucky Dice" was released, it was obvious that the actual effect of this dice hadn't been tested by time and facts, but the whole Lisiren didn't know why... he set off a burst of "let the catastrophe star come and see Look at the public opinion.

It may sound ridiculous. A dignified platinum-level practitioner who ranks high in the entire human race, no...on the entire continent, will be caught by a group of 90% of the same kind of "white porcelain". Constantly bringing the rhythm...this kind of absurd thing that is almost impossible to happen in other places...Now it is happening rightly and truly in Lisiren.

Of course, it's not that Li Siren did nothing on this side.

Although he inherited the idea of ​​the first emperor to care for the people, but... a platinum-level practitioner who performed well during the expedition, and a little public opinion pressure, Li Siren certainly knew which one was more important.

However, just a few days ago, Olek declined the help of the temple, and instead complied with public opinion, took the initiative to pick up the "lucky dice"...

However, the result of the subsequent roll of the dice... not only the entire Lisiren nationals, but even the temple side was slightly surprised.

It's all one.

A total of more than a hundred throws, the results...all are one.

Moreover, it was not thrown in just a few minutes. In order to avoid the unstable result of "throwing the dice at the worst of luck", Olik replaced it in three to four days. Every hour, he changed a new dice and rolled it once or twice to test the "curse" on himself.

Then... when the result was announced to the world, the whole Li Siren was silent.

"Curse" is as if it really exists. If you look at the results alone, to some extent, he is indeed a guy with quite strange luck.

Even Olek himself is very confused. If these results really represent his bad luck... Then how did he live till now...?

Then, the call to condemn Olek, the scourge of his teammate, and request that Olek never participate in the expedition was like a blowout, and it quickly broke out throughout Lisiren.