The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Snowflakes fell and snow covered the ground as fast as a naughty child waving a crayon and the whole world turned white.

The breath was white, and I looked blindly at everything in front of me, the mountains, all white.

The moment I drew my sword, between the trances, the whole world became like this.

Endless snow stretches at the end of the horizon, hanging from frozen waterfalls on ice lakes, and distant snow mountains look like backgrounds but feel close to each other.

“Eliza… Heroise? ”

A strange sense of space replaced my worldview, and when the whole world was just me, it all went to peace.

It's so quiet, so cold, so unfamiliar with a world with nothing like this.

Step out and only step into the snow.

“Anybody?! ”

My shout, get back to "Somebody” echoing in the snow mountains.

I tried to be alert to a world like this, but I couldn't concentrate, instinctively telling me that there was no danger here, that there was only me, and that I was the only sanctuary.

“What is this evil spell? ”

I can't understand how spells can instantly trap me in an area like this.

Like the world? No, I don't feel the source of magic.

Transfer spells? Forced me to pass, basically impossible.

Is everything real? That's all the more impossible, just now the world of infinite flames, facing the god of the elements of fire, even less likely to be such an area.

Such a snowy place is not suitable for the presence of flame-element organisms. On the contrary, it is more suitable for ice methods like mine...

“Huh?”

I just realized that what I was holding was not my familiar lightsaber, but a transparent ice knife.

This is a crystal clear long knife with a full two-edged blade that transcends common sense, a streamlined knife with no trim, and a strange aesthetic of natural bending.

It, where it exists, is not naturally decorated, and the clear blade is thin as a cicada wing, which makes one wonder if a slight collision can become fragments, like more art than weapons.

But that slightly chilled air reminded me that this ice sword, the Devil's Sword North, was definitely a murder weapon.

It does not have a blade handle, the entire blade is a blade, and when you don't realize it, the right hand of the sword is already full of blood, it hasn't dropped yet, but it turns into red snow drops.

Blood drips over the blade, and the cold air surrounds the blade, unknowingly attracting the attention of all.

“It's a ferocious sword. ”

Unnamed feelings become reality in my mind, and I instinctively know that this sword is craving for life, whether it be the enemy or my own, and it exists at the price of the world, which is the sacrifice of life.

Inserting the sword into the snow, my helpless ass sat down, sitting in the snow, looking at the endless snow scene and the white clouds of the sky, lying lost in the snow.

Seeing this sword, I kind of figured it out. What kind of strange spell brought me here, obviously I brought it myself.

Cause?

“Oh, so I'm just a coward, I'm aware... ”

Can a man deceive himself? I always thought it was okay, I lied a lot and it came true, but this time, it seemed like it was coming off again.

Perhaps even this sword is more honest than I am, and it has chosen the most unacceptable way for me to escape.

I thought it would take some time to perfect the Northern Land of the Sword. After all, I could never paint the most authentic Northern Land, but from now on, what I lack is actually just a little emotion.

Despair or pain? Readiness? I can't be sure it was the kind of emotion that completed this sword for me, and after all, it was all missing in the North, but I knew I would never thank it.

Fleeing is pointless and delaying the arrival of pain will only make waiting for it a form of torture, and it will always come.

With the formation of the sword's body, the strength of the sword has improved in essence, and the power of the sword has far exceeded expectations, but it has not made one happy.

Just born it, why would I make a choice? Did you notice my inner anxiety? Or just out of control after finishing yourself? Well, knowing why doesn't really make any sense...

“All right, let me out. ”

I never thought I'd have a day to speak to my sword, but the most helpless thing about it was that it was meaningless.

“I said, okay, I'm ready. Let me out. ”

Is it this sword that suppresses the unnamed anger, or is it your own that doesn't quarrel?

Time after time, the boring landscape remained unchanged, and anxiety turned into flames burning in the chest.

“Don't worry about it! You're just a sword! ”

“You're nothing, you're just a part of me! You can't make decisions for me! ”

“Open it, what you're doing is pointless. ”

Knowing that words were meaningless, unnamed anxiety turned into an angry roar, turbulent back and forth in the snow mountains, and eventually everything returned to calm.

In this world of ice and snow where I'm the only one, doing meaningless things, eventually, the flames of anxiety go out, and every minute takes the doomsday countdown a step further.

The doomsday pendulum tick tick tick, confused with fear, four or five hours wasted, the roaring question, turned into a whining plea.

“ ……. Please, open it... ”

Next, the whole world disappeared, and I was no longer looking at the snowy mountains, but at that familiar home.

Is the sword at its limit? Or is everything irreversible?

It's just that the scene in front of me is a little unusual, my maid is using a meteor hammer... I mean, my cat's tail is squeezed so hard, from the angry screams in the cat, it seems I haven't been gone long?!

“Roland, help! Where have you been? ”

“How long have I been gone? ”

“Two or three minutes. Bullshit. Help me! Eh, you have ice beads on your face, teardrop-shaped, don't you... ”

“That's your illusion! Do you want me to save you? ”

Fast wiped a face, I don't know what to say, it seems that the power of this sword really exceeds my expectations, I have some fear, but some regret, eventually, become fortunate, at least, I have not made irreparable choices.

The ice and snow world alone for hours, the changing mood, calmed me down completely.

There's only one way to the future? No, I have always believed that there is no despair at all in this world, and that there are endless hopes even in despair, except that we did not bite our teeth until the moment of the turning point, and we did not find that only hope.

“Desperate world? Desperate scenes? More desperate than this moment, it's not like I haven't experienced it before, crying face to face the end, it would not be suitable for me, there is only a little hope... No, even a wall of despair without hope, I'm going to hit a road! ”