Chronicle of the Elf Realm

The world is immersed in darkness. The dilapidated flat-roofed buildings in the distance are engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, which is particularly dazzling in the thick night. Those ancient rental houses that can be regarded as history are falling silent amidst the hiss of flames. 's death. Accompanied by the sound of a young boy's heart breaking.

A hundred meters away, the young man's slim body was wearing a wide T-shirt and shorts, and he was pulling on black flip-flops. He was holding the instant food he had just bought from the convenience store in his left hand, and the popsicle in his right hand was trembling slightly. He stood. He stood there, looking at the sea of ​​fire in disbelief.

Suddenly, he dropped the bag and popsicles, held his head in his hands, squatted down, and cried silently.

How could this happen? My home has only been around for a while. Why is it like this?

The boy squatted helplessly in the dark corner of the world, at a loss.

Si Jia has been having a dream lately.

In his dream, Si Jia dreamed of such a strange creature.

That guy had a pair of huge wings that flapped enough to cover the sky. He flew freely over the large forest in the form of a translucent element.

Wearing white elemental armor, he was indestructible. He held the holy sword Excalibur in his right hand and opened up the world. He looked at everything under him with a scornful attitude, as if he were a lofty emperor. Everyone knelt at his feet, quietly and fearfully.

When he descends on the ground, the grass and trees will inevitably bend, and even the original dark green trees will become dim in color, not daring to compete with the brilliance for even a shred of color. There is no sound of animals running, and all creatures just stand quietly in place, as if they are facing The court officials did not dare to make a sound. As long as he waved his hand, the earth would open a huge crack thousands of meters long and tens of thousands of meters deep, and the sea would split a sea wall tens of meters or even nearly a hundred meters high on both sides, just like the Exodus Like Moses, who has the power given by God, everything will clear the way for him.

All things surrender to Him.

But he is proud and lonely, his figure is as long and resolute as a sharp sword, but he is always a lonely figure.

Domineering and kingly, Sijia felt that it was more like something in between.

At this time, Sijia often wanted to reach out and hold the shadow of the lonely man, but the dream would be shattered. Then the sword light would intersect, the figure would flutter, and the air would be torn apart by a strong murderous aura, and the world would be overflowing. The smell of blood, the dull roar and the deafening sound similar to the constant flapping and collision of wings, mixed with an unknown sadness that is very light and can even be ignored, are like returning to the fighting battlefield given by blood, a century between races. In the end of the war, there was only heart-wrenching wailing, and the pain in the bone marrow seemed to be transmitted to reality, as real as reality.

At the end of the dream, there is always a blurry figure, trapped in the white light and shadow, walking slowly, and the face cannot be seen, no matter what, because at this time Sijia will often open his eyes suddenly and wake up, even if his mind Consciousness is not like this, but he will wake up anyway. For this reason, he even thought about taking sleeping pills to force himself not to wake up. As a result, after taking sleeping pills, he slept like a dead pig and couldn't remember anything.

A dream is a dream after all.

When Sijia woke up, he felt satisfied the first few times. After all, he seemed to be invincible in the dream. Although he was not sure whether the creature was him or not, I just thought it was me in my dream. Isn't that right? Is it the wish that all boys should have? Even though he is not a passionate person because he knows that he cannot become a great man like Luffy in One Piece, it is good to think about it. But if I have too many repeated dreams, it becomes a bit scary, as if it is a foreshadowing, and I always feel like something is going to happen.

This is how many American blockbusters are shot. The protagonist starts off as a loser, and reaches a level where no one cares about him more than a garbage picker. Then he suddenly discovers that he is a master of hidden skills, and suddenly he has to go. Save the world

And before they save the world, there must be some foreshadowing. In the middle of saving the world, they can still pick up the best girls, enjoy private luxury jets and rich red wine in goblets. After saving the world, they can either retire to the mountains and forests. The so-called retreat to the mountains and forests. Of course, after becoming famous, he travels around the world with his harem and huge wealth, or he devotes his life to saving the world with great vigor, leaving a pile of great words before his death for future generations to remember in history classes.

But Si Jia had watched so many blockbusters, and in the end he only had a lot of dreams in his mind, which was a big blow to him.

Because nothing has changed.

When he woke up this time, he probably happened to be hungry, so Si Jia decided to go out and buy something to comfort his stomach. He softly hummed an unknown random tune:

The flying dragon is under the ground,

The winged elf is the master of the world

But who knows?

after that century

there is a shadow

miss myself deeply

Jumping, jumping

everything disappears

Self-proclaimed descendants of light

Is the world yours?

Is it yours?

Then one day

I will be back

come back

He didn't know why he hummed such strange lyrics. He just felt that he hummed it naturally. Anyway, the tune was quite pleasant, so he didn't pay much attention to it and just hummed it like this out of habit.

Sijia got out of bed, stepped on the rough concrete floor with bare feet, and walked to the few pieces of furniture in the room, a glass mirror:

She has brown hair with a few strands of light blond hair, and thin bangs that half cover her eyes. Her ears are slightly pointed, like awls, which makes people easily think of elves or something, but they are not at all Doesn't it exist? Even if it exists, the elf is so ugly, how can he be as handsome as him?

It is probably because of these strange ears that I have been alienated from children of the same age since I was a child. I have no chance to pretend to be an unfortunate foreigner in a capitalist country. After all, how many blond hairs do I have? As a result, I have not had such good skills in years. Used it. As a result, he doesn’t even have any friends now, and he doesn’t even go to school. Of course, this is mainly because the orphanage doesn’t have any extra funds to support his education.

The bridge of his nose is unusually high, and his mouth is also very curved. His body is thin but still very weighty. He is also meters tall. No matter how you look at it, you think he must be a handsome guy.

But it happened that Sijia had no experience in love in the eighteen years he had been growing up, and he had not met many girls. Those crooked girls in the orphanage really had no interest, so the only ones left were the somewhat feminine dean and a group of neighbors. The old nun in the monastery got angry, which caused Sijia to turn to the road of death house.

Sijia actually doesn't care much about this. Even if he meets a normal girl, so what?

Sijia stared at the mirror, took a deep breath, lifted his hair from his eyes, and exposed his eyes.

Those are an extremely rare pair of two-color eyes. People in the world and the history of mankind will definitely believe that this is an ominous sign.

One blood-red left eye is filled with unknown emotions, exuding a cold aura, as if it is sucking life into it. The other is a bright golden eye, as if it has accumulated thousands of rays of light. Just like that, it shines so brightly that people can't open their eyes.

Sijia smiled, looked at his monster-like self in the mirror, and reluctantly put up the contact lens in his hand.

Fortunately, the director of the orphanage was willing to take him in, otherwise, maybe, he would have died long ago.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw black pupils, this is right, he looks like a normal person, Si Jia said to himself.

After years of people scorning two-toned contact lenses, Si Jia finally realized that he had to wear black contact lenses every day in order to live the rest of his life.

Although this is unfair, no one in this world is qualified to ask others to change, because you have no right to interfere with how other people do, but there are always many people who are keen to discuss it.

In order not to be criticized by more people and become disgusted, Si Jia had to compromise. He was not willing to live in the weird eyes of people all his life. If it was not just for survival, but for life, then concessions were inevitable.

"I'm hungry. Let's go buy something to eat. I don't know how much money I have left from working." Si Jia said to himself while counting his shy pocket.

Si Jia is an orphan, maybe not. Anyway, he has spent time in the orphanage since he knew the truth. He just moved out of the orphanage recently. He finally has his own little shelter and can finally stop being treated like a monster. Rejected.

He just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but recently he started to have strange dreams again and again. He speculated that it was because of his excessive sexual desire.

After all, we are in adolescence, and it is normal to miss youth.

Damn it, I don’t have money to see a psychiatrist. But I have nothing to do every day and can only think about random things. Si Jia even suspects that he is out of line with ordinary people’s thinking.

I don’t know how many times I have secretly hated this secular society in my heart. Why are we so feudal and superstitious? What’s wrong with people’s special eyes?

Why do you keep holding on to this?

It's terrible that I don't even have a decent job.

But in the end, he didn't know what to do except laugh at himself.

The moment he put on the contact lenses and looked at his pure, dark eyes, Si Jia felt as if a new life could begin, and a bright future might be waving to him.

It was obviously fine not long ago, but he still took a longing look at his warm hut. Although it was very dilapidated, at least it was like this all of a sudden.

Sijia held his head, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and his body was sinking uncontrollably. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why, why, why are you doing this to me? Why on earth? What have I done wrong? God, you have to embarrass me like this?" Sijia suddenly raised his head and roared loudly at the sky, blood red and red gold. The power hidden in the pupils easily penetrated the glass pupils, emitting a strange light in the dark night sky.

"Because you are different"