Duncan has been crossing for two days.
As a member of the empire’s lowly class, he hasn’t seen any enemies of the empire, instead, he has fought twice with the empire’s routed soldiers.
On the carriage next to him, the young man who got an arrow in his butt yesterday is lying there moaning. His name is quite odd—Almaqun. Empire’s lowly class have no surnames; if they did, it would mean their ancestors were notable.
This guy is a small figure but from his mouth, Duncan gained a lot of useful information.
As for Almaqun’s identity, he’s a lowly class, a hang-on from below the ninth rank, mingling in all sorts of shadowy grey areas, making a living by flattering and fawning, helping others find amusement. You could even think of him as a procurer of this era, yet people like him are indeed well-informed.
The town he previously lived in, Buchanan, was slaughtered by rebel forces. Almaqun is one of the few who managed to escape alive.
This guy is adept at observing others. As Duncan’s gaze fell upon him, he immediately raised his head, woefully leaning on the carriage goods, holding onto the rack with both hands to avoid falling off from the jolts, while squeezing out a wrinkled, sycophantic smile.
The way he smiles is somewhat like a younger version of Captain Jia, anyway, he’s just ugly and sleazy, a typical pointy-nosed monkey-faced appearance.
Yesterday his butt was still bleeding profusely, yet he gritted his teeth and got up to steal hay from the villagers, preparing a rest area for Duncan on the windward side, acting like a lackey with his backside raised nearby, waiting to be summoned.
Looks like he considers Duncan as a pillar to escape from hell.
His previous target of flattery was a hunter among the refugees, who was compassionate and helped him during the escape but was shot dead on the spot by the barbarian hunters.
When this guy saw his companion die, he ran faster than a rabbit.
"Such a person can be used, but not trusted."
Nobody here has any respect for him; when Duncan asks questions to probe some information from him, he gets overwhelmed with favor and instinctively plays the role of a lackey.
The morning passed quickly.
The exhaustion and weakness state Duncan was in gradually dissipated; this side effect lasts a bit long, about ten hours.
"Do I have to be in combat state to enter the God’s perspective?"
"Can it be done normally?"
It’s quite safe now, he also has the mind to ponder his cheat ability. If he could enter God’s perspective ordinarily, the things he could achieve would be countless.
"System? Switch my perspective?"
"How about trying meditation?"
Duncan sits cross-legged, trying to empty his mind. As his consciousness falls into a quiet trance, he enters a realm of mental void.
In the projection screen before his eyes, a black-haired young man sits quietly, with a calm expression seemingly lost in thought.
Previously, every time he entered during combat, Duncan didn’t have the time to observe this void carefully. Now looking at it, he seems to be drifting in the starry sky, the background is a silent cosmic nebula.
All around is empty, only a projection screen, he himself isn’t tangible but more similar to a spirit body of void.
In God’s perspective, all nearby creatures are marked and even the roadside rabbits have a small label.
——Witch[Neutral Unit](Skull Mark).
All the convoy guards have blue marks, only the captain has a star above his head marked as ’Mercenary Soldier’.
"Since it’s a game interface, can it exit?" Duncan suddenly has a whimsical idea.
The projection screen before his eyes immediately begins to change.
——"Do you wish to retire?"
But it seems it’s not exiting God’s perspective, but another kind of ’retreat’ method?
A line of text gradually emerges.
——"Retire[End Practice]: You will sever the link with the human form and cannot enter the real plane through this human form anymore. The human form will replicate a personality with your current character experience and can no longer gain additional ability enhancements."
"Dimension space will switch to ’observer mode’, your consciousness will temporarily fall asleep until energy is fully restored to capture the next compatible human form."
——"Law of Cause and Effect[Practice Settlement]: After your escape ends, you open a general store in the northern city. Because during the subsequent journey, you no longer display any peculiarities, Witch-Triss gradually loses interest.
You successfully return to a normal life.
A year later, barbarian rebellion breaks out, the empire’s northern territory completely falls, your city is not spared, you lose everything in the flames of war.
In order to rise again, you join the empire’s army.
Your imperial field army encounters the elite cavalry of the Huns, the legion is defeated, you miraculously escape but are severely injured, nearly crippled, and are soon abandoned by the empire. You receive zero compensation.
Not long after, you fall to become a beggar.
Without an economic source, your body becomes increasingly weak, with old injuries torturing you constantly.
In the end, you die in a snowstorm during the winter of the following year."
Beggar ending? Cripple? Disease death?
I have fought for the empire! I have bled for the empire!
And this is the ending?
After cooling down, Duncan quickly realizes he is not in a conventional crossing, the body he manipulates is merely a ’human form’, the place he truly crossed into is this peculiar dimension space.
If he truly ’exits’, then he would sever the connection with this human form.