How to write a story with the weakest superpower as the brain hole?
I have a superpower.
You can see the people around you who have the halo of the protagonist on their heads.
Sounds amazing, doesn’t it?
But given that I live in a fairytale world of witches who can cast spells, dragons who can breathe fire, and brave people who can beat up dragons, this ability is not a big deal.
It’s just that I can see who has the halo of the protagonist, and I can’t let myself have the halo of the protagonist.
Might as well not see it.
Then I won’t give up my dream of being a dragon slayer since I was a child, but become such a one now. A salted fish who dawdles.
After all, it’s not a good thing to see through the cruelty of the world at the beginning.
I have seen too many brave people walk out of the city gate in high spirits, go to the magic mountain surrounded by thorns outside every city, enter the unfathomable dragon cave, and challenge the world’s villain, the dragon.
Countless successes and failures pile up and become bedtime stories that accompany every child in the city to grow up.
Every child hopes that when he grows up, he can also become a brave man with a blade of a dragon and become a part of those legends.
In order to achieve this goal as soon as possible, boys and girls, big and small, pretended to raise toy wooden swords and fight in the streets all day long.
I used to be one of them.
I thought that as long as I worked hard, practiced well and forged equipment, I could become the invincible brave man, not the poor man swallowed by the dragon.
In the legend, these poor people are classified as losers who do not work hard, do not deserve sympathy, and only deserve to play a ridiculous small supporting role for the people who listen to the story to laugh at.
Only I know that this is not the case.
Their failure is definitely not, at least not all, because they are not hard enough, not enough progress, just as those who succeed are not all because they are hard enough, enough progress. The
real decisive factor is to see whether a person has the aura of the protagonist.
As long as you have this thing on your head, no matter how bad you are, no matter how desperate you are, you will have good luck to fall from the sky, get help, save the day, become a brave man to defeat the dragon at one stroke, gain great fame, great wealth, or the heart of the princess.
But if the top of your head is like my bald second uncle, nothing is naked, then no matter how hard you struggle, it is useless.
You will be a doomed loser, knocked down by the dragon, swallowed in one gulp, and left with endless jokes and stories for posterity to talk about, attributing bad luck and bad situations that they don’t understand at all to you.
So, it’s better to start like me, see the reality early, do nothing, fight for nothing, and be a NPC whose name no one will remember in this story.
But having said that.. If someone walks up and down the same street for many years in a row and can only say two or three lines that are not nutritious, it is easy to get bored.
Like me now.
Even though I have long seen that I am doomed to be a small supporting role without the halo of the protagonist in my life, I can’t help dreaming occasionally, hoping that I can at least have a little intersection with the main line of the story.
For example, at least when you are a friend of the protagonist, you can also have more opportunities to show your face, right?
So my super ability finally came in handy, I can easily identify those who have the halo of the protagonist from the crowd, and then get close to them, help lead the horse and carry the bag, take them to some hidden maps that ordinary people can’t go to, see some big scenes that ordinary people can’t see at all, and rely on their own powers. Run away in time when you expect to stand on the opposite side of the person with the halo of the protagonist, so as to ensure that the dispute will not be entangled with yourself, and that you will not have to bear any responsibility and face any problems.
Sometimes I can even occasionally go to the foot of a magic mountain outside the city, hide in the mouth of the Dragon Cave, and take a few peeks at the fierce battle between the brave and the dragon.
Of course, I never worry that they will be defeated, and the halo of the leading role on their heads has already spoiled my face.
Watching them play ping-pong and fireworks in the Dragon Cave is quite interesting.
I’m always munching on popcorn and shouting.
Every brave man who defeated the dragon came out of the Dragon Cave with a full harvest of gold coins and precious stones. Under the background of wealth, the light of the protagonist’s halo on his head was more dazzling.
To be honest, I kind of envy them.
Even though I know I’ll never be them.
But the days of being the protagonist’s little sidekick won’t last long, and I don’t want to continue.
On the one hand, after all, there are very few people in the world who have the halo of the protagonist. Sometimes I may not be able to find one in different cities for many days. My poor living expenses are not enough to be so extravagant; On the other hand, no one is born to like to help people lead horses and carry bags, it is really tired panic, like me so no pursuit and perseverance, this kind of hardship is really not to eat.
But now that I have come out to see the world, it is difficult for me to go back to the original town and repeat the boring life day after day. What
can I do?
Right! I had a brainwave and suddenly thought of a good idea.
Why do I have to run around the world looking for the brave?
Since the ultimate mission of every brave man is to challenge the dragon, then I just go outside the Dragon Cave and wait for the rabbit! Moved by my wit, I casually packed my luggage and carried my bedding roll to the nearest magic mountain. I have been
here many times, and I am quite familiar with the boundary. I know that there is a small cave next to the Dragon Cave. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. There are no mice or cockroaches. It is just right to build a small nest in my poor pawnshop.
As for the dragon who lives in the Dragon Cave, to tell you the truth, I am not afraid of it at all.
Although legends always describe it as ferocious, fire-breathing and man-eating, I have seen a lot and know that the truth is not the case at all.
Although it can breathe fire, it is only the dragon’s job to accept the challenge of the brave, and it does not have the violent tendency to beat people outside of work. My guess
at this point is that although the race is different, the reason is the same, no one will like to work overtime after work.
No matter how violent the dragon is, once he has to beat people as a job, he doesn’t want to touch them at all after work.
As for the fear of being swallowed by the dragon, it is unnecessary.
According to my analysis of the kitchen waste in the garbage pit outside the Dragon Cave, the dragon is a vegetarian at all! I love to eat fresh fruits and vegetables every day, and I don’t even touch meat.
Those so-called terrible legends are mostly rumors spread by those who challenge the loser.
After all, how humiliating is your defeat if you don’t describe the enemy as vicious.
Ha?
You want to ask me why I know this?
Come on, since I set up a nest here, the losers of the challenge gathered at the gate of the Dragon Cave, sneaking around to discuss how to speak in a unified way, and never told the scene of their humiliating deeds, I have accidentally broken 17 or 18 times.
Some of the defeated brave even decided to go far away from home and never return to their hometown, becoming the so-called missing persons, which is probably the origin of the rumor that the loser of the challenge will be swallowed by the dragon.
But I can understand why they did it.
Who would be willing to readily admit that they have worked so hard for so many years, but at the last moment they were defeated by such a nonsensical reason as not having the halo of the protagonist?
In a word, living at the gate of the Dragon Cave, I can see all kinds of brave people every day, hear strange stories from all over the world, and watch the human-dragon war for free from time to time. My life is much more wonderful than that of the isolated town where I used to live.
From time to time, I would embellish these stories into articles and sell them to the gossip tabloids in the city, and I could earn a small sum of money, which would be enough for my daily life.
I am very satisfied with such a life.
* * * But after a long time, my curiosity that the taste has been raised is not satisfied.
I want to meet the dragon neighbor next door who always stays in the depths of the dragon cave.
Although he had watched the battle with the brave many times on the edge of the cave before, he was so far away that he could not see it clearly.
I’d like to meet him face to face, see what he looks like, and maybe, if I’m lucky, chat and drink tea.
Thinking of this, I was a little excited. Maybe I would be the first person in the world to make friends with the dragon.
Even if I don’t have the aura of the protagonist in my life, it’s worth it.
In the world of conformist fairy tales, that’s a pretty bad idea.
But I am an NPC with action, and I will do what I decide quickly. I chose a recent public holiday to make sure that the dragon was not on duty to beat people. I took a small lamp and slipped into the cave quietly.
Sure enough, the office area in the front hall of the cave, where the dragon often fought with the brave, was so quiet that half a ghost could not be seen. It seemed that today was not a working day.
So I dared to walk through the front hall and down the corridor.
And pretended to ignore the sign at the beginning of the corridor that said, “Private residence, no entry unless requested.”. Before I
came, I had done enough mental construction, thinking that the deep corridor would be a dark and unknown place, and the wind would pour straight into it, and there would be bones and debris along the way, which was very annoying.
As it turns out, I think too much. The
corridor was brightly lit, and every step of the stone staircase extending down was so clean that half a speck of dust could not be found. The walls on
both sides are covered with bright red and green graffiti and slogans, all of which are particularly inspirational, such as “Exercise one hour a day, work healthily for 50 years,” and “Saving food is like saving money, don’t worry about food.”. Those who
don’t know think this is the entrance to the canteen of the North Bachelor City. At the end of the
corridor was a door, which was unclosed. I thought for a moment that I should be polite and knocked on the door. The
express is in the cabinet outside the door.
From inside came a slurred voice, accompanied by the sound of grunting water. Thank you.
I was so curious that I couldn’t hold back and pushed the door open.
Inside is a neat big room, sitting in the middle of the room a big dragon, the whole body is pure white, two short hands are holding a big bowl of instant noodles, sucking and snoring. When he saw
me suddenly come in, he was a little confused and forgot to eat the noodles. Half of the noodles were hanging on his mouth, swallowing or spitting. He just stared at me in a daze with an embarrassed expression.
After a while, he said weakly, “I’m not going to work today.”.
I’m not brave either.
“I hastened to explain,” I’m not here to fight you. A
truly brave person has to pass the registration and certification examination and get a certificate pinned to his chest.
The certificate was made of pure gold, the size of a coin, and the glittering gold was particularly conspicuous to prove the owner’s qualification to challenge the dragon. There is no such thing as a salted fish
like me.
“So you are..” The dragon looked very confused, but immediately changed into a panicked expression. He threw away the bowl of noodles in his paws. In a panic, he grabbed a piece of furniture next to him to cover himself. He turned his back and pointed his big tail at me. “Sorry, I have to put on my clothes first.”.
“” Aha?
I don’t know why.
Then I saw that the dragon scales on its whole body changed from pure white to dark gray.
This is more like what I’ve seen in the distance before.
It turns out that the so-called clothes of the dragon are the patterns and colors on the scales. Just as
I was sighing to myself that I had learned something new, the dragon turned around and frowned at me. “What are you doing here?”?
I’ve come to visit.
I replied in a loud voice. I
‘m your neighbor. I live in that little cave next door.
The dragon doesn’t look ferocious at all, but it’s a little silly, and it doesn’t make people afraid at all.
I suddenly realized that it was not very good for me to come to visit empty-handed, but I had nothing else on me, so I had the cheek to offer the little lamp I had brought: “Look, I brought you a gift.”.
“” Oh?
Thank you.
The dragon picked up the bowl of noodles he had just knocked over. He looked surprised and embarrassed. He looked a little silly. Are you hungry?
Let me cook a bowl of noodles for you. Incredible
as it is, I should be the first character in the world to suck instant noodles with a dragon. In the process of
eating noodles, I chatted with him and learned that he was actually a very young dragon, similar to me, who had just come here to work for a short time.
In addition, the dragons are also organized and have standards. Like the brave who have to pass the examination for a professional qualification certificate, each newly born dragon has to receive strict training from an early age, and only after passing the examination can he be assigned to a certain magic mountain dragon cave as a villain, working hard for one day to win the title of “big villain” worthy of the name. What about
the dragons that don’t pass the exam?
I took a sip of the noodle soup and asked curiously.
Then I won’t even have a chance to show up in this story for the rest of my life.
He scratched his head. There’s no chance of being the most powerful villain.
Sounds like us civilian NPCs.
It turns out that even villains have to be divided into protagonists and supporting roles, just like those brave people and our NPCs. Wait, I suddenly remembered that there are many brave people who are destined to be cannon fodder.
So I looked up at the top of the dragon’s head.
Like me, naked, without that thing called the halo of the protagonist.
I see.
These dragons, like the children in the city who wield wooden swords, are bewitched by that beautiful ultimate goal, thinking that they will be the one chosen by fate. It is not until I am beaten by the heavy punch of
fate and cry for my father and mother that I realize that I may not be as good as those mediocre and useless NPCs.
But I couldn’t say it was too disappointing to eat someone else’s instant noodles for free, so I changed the subject: “Ordinary people like me, when you meet a dragon, will you do it?”?
“” No, no, no.
“The dragon quickly denied,” We have discipline, and we can’t attack ordinary people and lose our share. Completely relieved,
I finished the last bit of noodle soup in the bowl, wiped my mouth, and looked up at it: I don’t know your name yet.
The dragon stared at me, as if hesitating, and after a while whispered, “Gigima.”.
So I really became the first person in the world to make friends with a dragon.
And you can call it “Aji”.
* * * After knowing each other for a long time, I found that Aji is really a very thorough dragon.
Unlike me, who still runs down the hill from time to time to catch a show or something, Aji’s range of activities is limited to the Dragon Cave.
Apart from dealing with an endless stream of brave people who come to smash the scene on weekdays, its social circle in its spare time is very limited, basically limited to the occasional courier and delivery.
So I was the first person to come to visit on my own initiative. No wonder Aggie was so happy at that time and invited me to eat instant noodles.
And when I left, I put my little finger in my hand and hesitated to express my hope that I would come again.
Anyway, I was idle, and of course I promised it.
But on weekdays, as before, I stood at the entrance of the Dragon Cave and watched from a distance, trying not to disturb Aji’s work. It
was only on weekends that I would grab a few bananas and apples, pretend to be visiting gifts, and brazenly go to Aggie for a meal, while rambling on about my experiences around the world.
Basically, every time I go there, I can see Aggie cleaning.
Cleaning up the battlefield is not an easy job, and the brave will run away after fighting, so they will not care about the mess left behind.
Thanks to Aji’s patience, he had to clean up again every weekend, so that the Dragon Cave would not become such a terrible place in the legend.
Occasionally, there were not many brave people in that week, and there were not many places to clean, so Aji would stay in the room at the end of the Dragon Cave, open his small treasure chest, and wipe the small gold coins in the chest again and again, until he saw that each gold coin was shining, and his smiling eyes were narrowed into two slits.
This is Aggie’s biggest hobby.
I asked him where the gold coins came from, and he told me that a small part of them were paid by the organization, but most of them were won back from the brave. Every time
the dragon wins a brave man, he can get some gold coins from them and save them in a small treasure chest. When
each dragon passes the examination, it is given a small treasure chest.
Aji explained.
Just like every brave person who passes the examination can also get a qualification certificate made of gold. What is the use of a
dragon asking for gold coins?
I’m curious. It
used to be said in the legend that dragons like to sleep with a pile of gold and silver, but these things will only be hard to lie on. Aji usually lives very frugally and never buys anything expensive online. I don’t see the necessity of saving so many gold coins.
Save your retirement money.
Aji scooped up the biggest and roundest gold coin with his short paws. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped it carefully with a rag. Some dragons can’t be villains in the end. According to the regulations, they can retire and leave the Dragon Cave to live their own lives after saving a box of gold coins.
Although it sounds a little wrong to have to save your pension entirely on your own, my focus at the moment is on another question: “Can dragons still retire?”?
“” Yes.
Aji raised his head and changed the scales of his whole body into an old gray. He pretended to be old. He coughed twice and tried hard to breathe fire, but in the end he only exhaled a shriveled smoke ring. Some dragons are too old to fight, nor can they become villains. If they don’t retire, they will be killed by new brave men. As soon as my
heart moved, I hesitated to tell Aji about the halo of the protagonist, but Aji opened his mouth first and said, But only a dragon without ambition can do this. I’m sure I’ll be the most powerful villain in the future. Collecting these gold coins is entirely out of love. As
he spoke, he waved the glittering coin in front of me, his face full of pride: This gold coin is still a limited edition, and this is the only one left in the world. The pattern on the
gold coin is a fire-breathing dragon, which looks majestic and powerful. I swallowed all the words I
just wanted to say.
Aggie, on the other hand, held up the gold coin and looked at it again and again. He couldn’t put it down. “It’s called Big Po.”.
It even gave a name to each gold coin.
This is really something that a senior curtilage dragon can do.
* * * Before I knew it, Aggie and I were already friends. Watching it fight with the brave
again, the feeling in my heart is very different from when I was a passer-by. I
used to be on the side of the brave, and I wanted to see the brave with the aura of the protagonist beat the dragon to pieces and show justice, so that the live reports I wrote could be sold at a good price in the gossip tabloids. People who eat melons in the
city like to listen to these.
They don’t care if the person who lives in the Dragon Cave is a stupid dragon without a bad heart. I’m
the only one who knows that fighting the brave is just Aggie’s job.
It does not like violence, but it is doomed to stand in the position of being surrounded and beaten by brave people from birth, which is also very unlucky.
And it doesn’t have the aura of the protagonist that only a villain can have. Even a brave man with ordinary ability can beat it black and blue. I can’t bear to watch it.
On one occasion, a particularly powerful brave man with the aura of a super protagonist came and tidied up Aji thoroughly. Even half of the hall of the Dragon Cave collapsed. I hid at the entrance of the cave and dared not take a breath. It was not until the brave man completely disappeared under the mountain that I dared to go in and look for Aji.
Poor Aji fell between a pile of rubble. His nails were broken, his skin was broken, and his scales fell off. He groaned in pain. It took me a lot of effort to get him back to the room in the depths of the Dragon Cave.
When I was helping to apply the liquid medicine to his wound, I saw that he was shivering with pain, his tears were rolling in his eyes all the time, and he hung his head in a pitiful way. I couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t you stop doing this job?”? Can’t you
save money and wait for retirement? Where’s
your little treasure chest?
Let’s see how many gold coins we need to fill up. The tears
that Aggie had just held back suddenly came out, and I was scared out of my wits.
Then, following the direction of Aji’s short claw, I saw the small treasure chest in the corner open, and the gold coins inside were much less than what I had seen before, only a small handful of grievances.
My.. Well, my big Po.. Aggie was crying out of breath. It was taken away.. Big Po is Aggie’s favorite gold coin.
I remember that in the past, every time a brave man with the halo of the protagonist came, besides the dragon, he would take away a wave of gold coins when he left. I
used to envy them for winning both fame and money.
Now it’s just ironic.
* * * After the war, Aggie was depressed a lot. My
intuition tells me that this is not just because the gold coins have been stolen.
More likely, after this battle, Aggie found that he was not the chosen dragon destined to become a super villain. I understand
this feeling, really.
When I discovered the role of the protagonist’s aura, and found that I did not have this thing, I could only be cruel to abandon my childhood dream, I also felt uncomfortable for a while.
Under my various persuasions, Aggie finally agreed to go out with me to relax.
So in the dead of night, Aji changed into black scales, and under my repeated urging, he walked out of the Dragon Cave step by step.
In midsummer, the sky is clear and the stars are shining. The town in the
distance is luxuriant, the lights are flickering, and although the nearby mountain forest is dark, the cicadas and springs in the forest are playing together, just like music.
Summer night breeze floating, sprinkled on me and Aji, brought a cool.
Aji looked at the beautiful scenery and gradually showed a pure smile like a big child.
The world is beautiful.
It said.
Before I knew it, I suddenly felt a whirl, and when I came back to my senses, I found myself on the back of Ajito, with its wings open, soaring in the starlight.
Perhaps it was because he had not flown for a long time, Aji’s flying was not very stable, up and down, I was so scared that my face turned white, and I grabbed the scales on his back and dared not let go.
But Aji looked very happy, flying and talking all the way, saying how hard he had worked to pass the dragon’s qualification test, how proud he was to collect those limited edition gold coins, and how proud he was to collect those limited edition gold coins. He also said that at first he flew to the castle to rob a princess, and when the princess came, he knew to secretly use the gold coins in his small treasure chest to buy online. He had to help pick up the express all day long, and finally he was so frightened that he sent the princess away in the arms of a brave man who came to the door, and never dared to hit other princesses again. He himself was laughed at, and the root of his laughing wings was shaking.
Shaking and shaking, I calmed down again, fluttered my wings, landed in the field some distance from the city, and put me down.
It first looked at the bustling big city in front of it, and then tilted its head to look at me, a look of desire to speak and stop.
You say.. Am I part of this beautiful world?
I nodded forcefully.
He hung his head and said, “But I’m just a villain, and I’m pretty useless.”.
“Although we don’t actually have the aura of the main character..” I walked over and gently pressed it. “But useless villains, or salted fish like me, are all part of this world.”.
Even if we are just an inaudible cicada, a dim star, or a shadow falling in the mire, the world can not lack us and needs us.
“Ah Ji, look, meteor!” I suddenly noticed a flash of light in the sky. I quickly pointed at it and called Aji, “Make a wish!”! Make a wish! Aggie was also a little flustered, and did not speak a coherent sentence for a long time, only to shout out before the meteor was about to disappear: “I will also go to see the outside world in the future!” Hmm?
I tilted my head to look at it. I
always hear you say how interesting the outside world is, and I really want to see it.
“Aji turned away sheepishly.” When I’ve saved enough for my pension, please take me with you and we’ll go together. It took
me a moment to realize that Aggie had decided to give up his dream of being a villain.
But it has a new goal.
I smiled, put my finger around its little paw, and solemnly swore, “Yes!” * * * Now that Aggie has made up his mind to save money for retirement, there is no need to fight against those brave people who have the aura of the protagonist.
I’m going to help Aggie. The ability to
identify the protagonist’s aura comes in handy again. I will run to the entrance of the mountain first, pay attention to who has the aura and who does not have the aura, and then quickly run back to the Dragon Cave to remind Aji which brave person can fight and which brave person can not fight. There are many excuses
not to fight, such as paid vacation, venue rental, temporary organization of health inspection and so on. Anyway, I made it up. Aji could not make it up honestly, so I pretended to be its spokesman to make it up. In short, many brave people with the halo of the protagonist were sent away casually, leaving those without the halo of the protagonist, Aji fought much more easily. The gold coins in the
small treasure chest are rising every day.
I was also infected by Aji’s bad habit of wiping gold coins whenever I was free. One person and one dragon sat together to wipe gold coins, counting them over and over again. When I was tired, I made a bowl of instant noodles to eat. Sometimes, when I ate too much, I picked up a sword dropped by a defeated brave man and pretended to fight with the dragon. When I was a child, I wanted to realize the dream of the brave man fighting the dragon.
Those days were really beautiful. The days
with goals and partners are the best.
But after all, I am just a small NPC, using the BUG running in this world to help others cheat this kind of thing, can not last long.
Gradually, I began to lose sight of the so-called protagonist’s aura.
They began to become more and more blurred in my eyes.
Which means I’m getting more and more inaccurate with Aggie’s tips.
Many times, I said I could not fight the brave, but was proved to be a weak chicken by the dragons on other mountains. I said I could fight, but I was so fierce that I could beat Aji and could not take care of myself.
It didn’t matter if it happened once or twice, but after many times, the dull Aggie began to mutter, looking at me with some uncertainty in his eyes.
I’m also getting more and more guilty, and my intuition tells me that something bad will happen soon.
The bad thing was that one day Aggie found the article I had written for the Yamashita tabloid.
In those manuscripts, I used many of the Spring and Autumn writing techniques of smearing the dragon and whitewashing the brave, and fabricated one after another bizarre stories of “punishing the good and promoting the evil,” which were loved by the people who ate melons.
At that time, in order to ensure a good price, I even put a lot of dragons that I had seen on other mountains on Aggie.
I thought these manuscripts had been processed, but I didn’t expect that some of them slipped through the net and were seen by Aggie.
This is probably the punishment for my cheating by the people who control the world.
I still remember that Aggie had a big fire that day, and the light of the fire burned up half of the forest on the top of the hill.
It roared and accused me of being a shameless liar, fabricated a theory of the so-called protagonist’s aura to deceive it, in fact, it was an accomplice hired by the brave, just to see it make a fool of itself.
I tried to explain that the script was just made up before I met Aggie, and I begged it to forgive my past ignorance and stupidity.
But there was no longer the original trust in the way Aggie looked at me.
I understand that I have lost this friend. When I went down the mountain
with my bedding roll on my back, I couldn’t help looking back and saw the big dragon standing at the entrance of the Dragon Cave on the top of the mountain. In the middle of winter, snowflakes drifted on it and covered it with a thin layer.
It’s like a sculpture without a soul.
* * * I became a salted fish NPC again.
This time, even the ability to see the protagonist’s aura has been lost.
In the confusion, I began to wander around, but with the past that always attached to the halo of the protagonist running around is not the same, this is entirely my own wandering, the decision is their own, the difficulties are also their own shoulder.
During the years of travel, I have seen many wonders that I never imagined and learned many amazing skills.
Dangerous battles, of course, have been encountered many times.
At first, it was a great challenge for me who could no longer see the halo of the protagonist. I didn’t know which opponents were fierce and which were not. I was often beaten by ferocious opponents. But after a long time in adversity, I was gradually able to hold a sword picked up from behind other defeated brave men. Defeat a vicious opponent again and again, and win.
I even happened to be involved in several battles with dragons, both strong and weak, but the goddess of victory was always on my side.
Probably in the Dragon Cave, the dragon fighting skills learned from those playful fights with Aji were not all useless.
Defeating the dragon brought me fame.
But I have my own rules, and I never take the gold coins from their little treasure chest.
Of course, I don’t need those gold coins. Fame has brought me some benefits. Many city-states have begun to spread legends about me, the “strongest and bravest without certification.” The more challengers I hear, the more rewards I get after victory.
Before I knew it, I had almost a box full of gold coins, glittering and dazzling. Is
this what I want most?
It seems like it, but it doesn’t seem like it.
Along the way, I seem to have forgotten my original intention.
* * * Life is so unpredictable.
When I have nothing, my ability to see the protagonist’s aura disappears, I can’t tell who is a powerful opponent, and I stumble in the quagmire of life, covered with injuries.
When I became strong and no longer needed to avoid anyone, my ability to see the protagonist’s aura came back.
And clearly saw that a circle of the protagonist’s halo appeared on his head.
I sat alone on the open hill, looking at the stars, pouring a pot full of wine for myself, thinking of the twists and turns of these years, as well as the agreement, laughing heartily, and then suddenly I couldn’t help crying.
Why is that?
Well, I don’t know.
* * * The challenger this time is a very strong and brave man, almost the strongest opponent I have ever met, and I almost lost.
But after all, I won. I was relieved to
see him dragging his broken sword away in frustration when I found that a gold coin had just fallen from his pocket and rolled to my feet. The pattern on the
gold coin is a fire-breathing dragon, majestic and imposing as a rainbow.
I was stunned.
After a long time, he bent down to pick it up.
He habitually wiped the cuff over and over again. I
have never taken the formal qualification of the brave, and I don’t have the qualification certificate made of pure gold pinned on my chest.
But this time, I hung this gold coin on my chest.
* * * I can’t remember how long ago I last came to this mountain.
It must have been many, many years ago. I didn’t think this mountain was so hard to climb
before.
I complained, put down the heavy box, wiped the sweat on my face, panting, and could not help feeling that I was not young.
The Dragon Cave is still the Dragon Cave, and the corridor is clean.
That is, the graffiti and slogans on the walls have faded and become old. The door at the end of the
corridor was ajar, but for a moment before I opened it, I felt hesitant.
Or fear.
So I knocked on the door instead. The
express is in the cabinet outside the door.
From inside came a slurred voice, accompanied by the sound of grunting water. Thank you.
I smiled and pushed the door open.
Inside was the neatly tidied up big room. In the middle of the room sat a big dragon, whose whole body was gray and white. Two short hands were holding a big bowl of instant noodles, sucking and snoring.
I laughed even more.
He recognized me, too. His expression was surprised, and then his eyes fell on the golden disc on my chest. His expression suddenly collapsed: “Are you here to fight with me?”?
I nodded.
By the way, he pulled out his sword.
I’ve waited so long, but you haven’t saved enough money to retire. It’s time to settle the account of missing an appointment.
He put down the bowl of noodles and stood up. His back seemed to be a little hunched, and his smile was a little bitter. He said, I’ve been working very hard, but I can’t help it. There was still no halo of the main character on the top of
its head. In the corner behind it was the small treasure chest, which was open. It was empty. There was not a single gold coin in it. There was only a small lamp, which was rusty and looked shabby.
I suddenly can’t laugh.
Then I threw the sword in my hand.
I am not a brave man.
I took the gold coin from my chest and approached it.
Although with every step, the halo of the protagonist above my head becomes more blurred and weaker.
But I don’t care anymore.
The dragon watched in bewilderment as I moved closer to it, motionless and silent. It wasn
‘t until I held the coin in front of it that I suddenly cried out, “Big Po!” This is a gift I brought specially.
I said.
Aggie, can you forgive me for the stupid things I did before?
“I forgave you long ago!” Aggie held the gold coin in her paws and wept with snot and tears. “I regretted it after you left!” Then this huge thing swooped at me. A bear hug almost broke my ribs. I grinned in pain and shouted for it to get up quickly. I was so angry that I didn’t want to tell it at all. There was a whole box full of gold coins in the express box at the door. Today could be a good day for it to retire.
But eventually I told him and laughed with him.
Probably because of helping Aggie cheat again, the controller of the world dropped a new penalty, which made my protagonist’s aura disappear completely.
But what does it matter.
I just want to tell Aggie that the world is really interesting, and it can follow me everywhere in the future.
This is our agreement.
The next second, I saw a new halo over the heads of Aggie and me at the same time.
Not as dazzling as the protagonist’s aura, or even a little dull, but very kind, very warm, as if with it, even if there is no big ups and downs, you can go on steadfastly. I saw this halo over the heads of many ordinary people in my
later travels with Aggie.
It is these ordinary people, including me and Aggie, who make up this wonderful world. The world
I love is full of the halo of supporting roles.
END. Focus on not getting lost ~
