Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 160 - 149: The Death of the Saint (Combined - )_3

Chapter 160: Chapter 149: The Death of the Saint (Combined Chapter)_3

Heart-rending screams erupted from the mouth of a 10-year-old child.

Gradually, they turned into dry howls.

Wang Hao lost control of his character and could only watch helplessly as he screamed and wailed.

Pan Hao turned and left.

A person was transforming into a tree right before his eyes, and he couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

Even though he considered himself an experienced explorer, even though he had seen many horrors, even though he had experienced quite a few partings between life and death.

In his eyes, the child, who seemed like a divine being, now lay on the well, screaming heart-rendingly, wailing.

Slowly turning into a tree.

He couldn’t kill the child; he could only let him, whether body or soul, become a battlefield for the Demon God.

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...

Pan Hao was completely bewildered, numb, and panicked.

A profound fear lingered in his heart.

He carefully hurried through the village, amidst the porous moss, where fiery blood-red epics and distant fires burned.

These past few days had been so surreal, bizarre.

Yet so real.

He had switched his life.

Throughout the journey, he encountered no anomalies.

Pan Hao found the explorers’ speedboat.

It was still on the riverbed opposite Ganlu Temple, where he dug up a chest full of treasures, enough to buy several courtyard houses in Imperial City.

The current property prices weren’t expensive anyway.

But, he felt no joy in finding the treasures.

After so long, he still heard the child’s heart-rending screams.

"Damn!"

"Why has it come to this? Is there really no other way?"

Pan Hao, in a daze, steered the speedboat into the mist...

The engine "putt-putted" as the propeller kicked up spray.

It was just a moment’s work.

The speedboat soon emerged from the mist.

It seemed to take less than a minute...

In the distance, at the foot of the mountains, lay a small town, not prosperous, with some villagers farming, but it belonged to human civilization, symbolizing a sense of security.

He was back in the real world!

He had successfully escaped the horrifying Paradise Village!

He was the only survivor!

But, Pan Hao felt no elation, no thrill of having survived a disaster.

His whole body shook as he collapsed on the speedboat, only breathing heavily, the boiling blood letting him feel he was still alive.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard the child’s heart-rending screams.

And that mysterious, golden glow that originated from the whole world.

Pan Hao knew he wasn’t a good person; seven companions in his exploration team died before his eyes, and he didn’t even blink.

His mother passed away in her bed before him, and he didn’t shed many tears.

But now, a child had died, and he was profoundly panicked.

He didn’t even know why he was panicking.

He was clearly back in the real world, he had clearly survived...

Why?

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The bewildered Pan Hao spent half his life reflecting on that chilling fear deep in his soul; he traveled through famous mountains and great rivers in search of the answer.

That moment was deeply etched in his mind.

The galaxy was brilliant, the rivers and mountains vast,

The corridor of time narrated endless sorrow.

The decaying beams, the ancient city walls,

At the end of mountains and seas lay the burial of a Saint.

Leaning on the railing, I gaze afar and listen, someone is singing.

The cold light of the years, the grand halls.

But ultimately,

It was forgotten,

forgotten...

One day, he finally realized that this was the racial panic caused by the death of a Saint.

A Saint of the human race had died before him.

Those unforgettable glows were the world’s farewell to the Saint.

Whenever he remembered this, his soul trembled, and he couldn’t help but let out heart-rending cries.

Therefore,

He spent all his time regretting the mistakes he had made.

He deeply knew that he had no ability to become a true Saint.

He just regretted and repented for not having died in place of the Saint.

And he repented his entire life for his momentary fear of death...

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Another day.

Within his drunken state, Pan Hao had a strange dream.

He dreamed of disasters occurring across the world.

He saw a familiar figure appearing amidst the disasters...

After waking up, he got out of bed as fast as he could, his face flushed as he cried out, "The Saint isn’t dead, just shed the mortal coil! Ha ha! Ha! Ha!"

"How could a Saint die so easily? I knew it, I just knew..."

He yelled and danced around.

"Dad...what’s wrong? Dad!"

Pan Hao packed his travel bag and left behind the words, "What do you know? Today, I embark on a journey!"

A new journey, began!

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(Paradise II ends here~~~)

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(I initially wanted to write Pan Hao’s plight more tragically, but after thinking it through, I decided against it. After all, he’s been a teammate; let’s give him another chance to appear in the future!)

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