[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 279: Lost Friends (2)

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After defeating the strange shark, Cryll was about to rush straight away. But he remembered something.

Everything that happened within this dungeon was always related to one's memories. It also happened during Cryll's first exploration with Noelle and Norman in this place.

That is, the shark is also part of his memory.

"But I don't remember that."

Cryll recently read a fairy tale describing the house with the human-headed tree. But he doesn't remember ever reading or even hearing anything related to flying sharks.

After a long struggle to retrieve her memory, Cryll finally regains consciousness. This Dungeon took not only past memories, but nightmares; just as it did when hordes of living skeletons carried machine guns in their hands.

That means the flying shark was the nightmare Cryll ever had.

"yes too. I think I had a nightmare when my brother told me about his adventures in the ocean first."

It was an old incident, before he got out of his own family.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore."

Cryll shrugged his shoulders and continued walking while carrying a sack full of cleaned shark meat.

Unknowingly, he had walked quite far from his previous location. Currently, Cryll is walking down a luminous path with a completely dark unseen surrounding.

There was a thin gray fog covering the path, but with the light guiding his every step, Cryll had absolutely no problem with this trip.

"I think this is the Light Corridor they say."

Neither Cryll, Noelle, nor Norman have ever gone down this road at all, but they know it thanks to everyone's reports.

(If it is not wrong, after passing through this Light Corridor, I will arrive at a garden.)

The Light Corridor was quite long, and once it came out, it would instantly reach a garden. From that garden, he only needed to find a way out in the large building that was there.

They told him nothing but that. So Cryll felt a little wary because he didn't know what would happen next.

Shortly after, he finally arrived at the place in question.

The gray fog had already disappeared, and was now replaced by a flower bed that grew out of nowhere.

Indeed, this place was completely different from the place he had passed by before. A large garden, with a marble gazebo located not far from the corner.

The most striking is a large building similar to a mansion whose half part was built sunk into the wall.

"What is this place they mean? "

Cryll looks around, looking for a good place to rest for a while.

Since then, he had continued to move and had not taken a break at all. Moreover, it must have been very late outside by now.

The surrounding scenery is still bright like noon today makes Cryll uncomfortable. And honestly, it's a little stressful.

It is due to the natural instinct of the human body that chooses to rest at night. His body knew that it was already midnight, so fatigue began to envelop him, forcing him to rest.

What makes his fatigue peak, is because of the relief. For the previous few days, he had been conducting a search without producing anything. And now, he was already on the right path to find his friend who disappeared.

The rest just follow the flow.

Because Cryll had a bad feeling about the mansion, he finally chose to rest in the gazebo, which was actually a mistake, as well as a lucky break for him.

Cryll put the sack of shark meat on the floor, and lay down on the seat. Instantly, relief enveloped him, and he could not help but stretch his body there.

When his body relaxed, Cryll closed his eyes. Sa—

" … What the fuck …."

His eyes forcibly opened, and what he saw was a scene that had already changed.

No more beautiful flower gardens like before. Everything had turned into a deep darkness.

Cryll quietly descended from where he lay, and could still feel the floor on which he was resting. In addition, the entire surface of the building is still there.

Apparently, he wasn't moved. Still in the same place, it was just that everything became invisible due to this strange darkness.

A second later, the light particles began to approach each other, and turned into an unfamiliar sight, yet felt familiar in Cryll's eyes.

It was a vast expanse of grass. With a banyan tree becomes the only coolant under the scorching summer sun.

From where she stood, Cryll could clearly see her; three completely unfamiliar figures he was unfamiliar with, were lying casually under the tree.

He didn't know any of the three of them. Or rather, he could not recognize it.

They felt familiar, but there seemed to be something preventing Cryll from hitting all those figures.

Time seemed to accelerate, and the three of them woke up at the same time.

The small group consisted of two men, and a woman.

One of the men had bright blond hair, while the other two had pure white hair without blemishes.

Cryll couldn't see their faces, so he couldn't figure out what expression they were showing right now. However, from the surrounding atmosphere, Cryll knew that they were all being very serious.

"Are they discussing something? "

Cryll tries to get close, but then he bumps into an invisible wall. Only then did he remember that the structure of the building he was in was still the same, there was no change. Which meant, he couldn't move any further than this.

Their voices are completely inaudible. Crylk couldn't get anything out of their discussion.

Before long, the three got up, making their figure even clearer in Cryll's eyes.

All three wore the same gold-striped black coat, giving off a strong militaristic impression. The mantle was only attached to their shoulders, without putting a single arm of theirs into it.

Despite wearing the same coat, the three of them had different attributes inside.

The white-haired man was wearing a bluish-black formal uniform with a red tie tied tight. Wrapped around his neck, there was a long dark purple scarf whose tip had given signs of damage from various things.

(Is this what I thought? )

Although Cryll was unable to recognize the figure, he had a premonition of which person was actually playing it.

Turning to another, Cryll's eyes finally focused on the bright blond-haired man.

His face was invisible, and his voice was also not heard in the slightest.

Different from the white-haired one, this one man wore a formal suit accented in white-gold under his black coat.

The last figure Cryll observed was a white-haired woman.

Her hair is long, touching the calves when viewed well.

Behind her coat, the woman wears a dress whose shape is difficult to describe. Has a blend of bright red, pink, yellow, and purple.

The dress she wore was her model of a wide-tailed dress, which each tail itself floated as if controlled by something.

Although his face is invisible, Cryll believes that his face is very beautiful.

After observing the three, Cryll again felt a strange feeling.

It was stifling in his chest, like he had lost something very important.

Cryll held onto his own chest, and began to squint at the three figures that began to break into those beads of light.

He had a premonition about the two men before, but not with the woman.

His figure was so unfamiliar, yet somehow it felt so familiar.

Cryll tried to remove the shadow of the figure from his mind, and started watching the next scene.

The details of the light regrouped, and formed a different scene again.

This time it was like a palace corridor.

The two figures, the man and woman he had seen before were walking side by side.

The blond-haired man had an aura of serenity and decisiveness that radiated from him as he walked, whereas the white-haired woman beside him simply followed without any expression.

This time, there was another change that did not escape Cryll's observation.

There was a large cross that floated behind the woman. And neither the woman nor the man next to her was wearing their coats anymore.

As before, their faces were blurry, and their voices were also not heard in the slightest. This irritated Cryll because he could not extract any information.

The two stopped walking, and the man turned to face him giving him a fist, which the woman then responded with a fist on her fist.

The scene changed again. This time around was the figure of the blond man like before, each of his hands holding one arch sword whose length was hard to measure with a single look.

He was alone, facing thousands of people who were running madly towards him.

Shouts of passion and anger, screams of pain, and various curses were thrown. However, it was only the voice of the man that Cryll could not hear.

Without even making any small talk, the man swung his two swords with a wide movement, and the thousands of troops running towards him were instantly reduced to ashes without any sign.

A very great power. Cryll couldn't believe his eyes.

Although that person was alone, he could reverse the battle situation like turning the palm of the hand.

Thousands of people were defeated at once with just a single swing each of his swords.

If that person lived in the Kingdom right now, there would be countless number of wars that the Kingdom won with great ease. In fact, it was possible to conquer one continent with the power of that one person.

As he was still thinking, the scene again turned mercilessly.

The same man, who wiped out thousands with a single swing of the sword, was now in trouble while fighting one-on-one with a foreign man.

Cryll had no way of explaining their battle situation.

However, if there is one proper word to say, then it is 'crazy'.

The strength of the two collided with each other. And every time their swords touched, the land shattered, the sky also lost all its clouds.

Even though it was so fierce, the opponent seemed superior. Cryll could clearly see the blond man was omnipresent when he clashed sword with him.

Finally, their figures disappeared from the land that had been destroyed. The scene changed again, showing a clear blue sky, but not as bright as the atmosphere there.

The same two people, still fighting despite being in the sky with thin oxygen levels.

The situation has not changed. The enemy is superior.

Cryll could see his opponent push the piran man's chest with one hand, then raise his sword with the other.

Clearly, there was only one scene that Cryll could think of for the next incident.

The tip of the sword drew closer to his heart, but the blond man looked fearless in the least.

Instead, he kept moving to change the situation.

The man grabbed the arm that was holding tightly to his clothes, and began to twist the wrist until it produced a crisp cracking sound.

A second later, the blond man who had been cornered earlier had already reversed the situation.

The enemy was at the bottom, and the land was getting closer. Even so, he only needed to end this sooner.

As the enemy was about to stab him in the neck with a knife, the blond-haired man broke away first and gave him the middle finger as a greeting.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of claps resounded, even being able to be heard by Cryll.

Rumbles in the sky, and great earthquakes on the earth.

With just a single pat, chaos had already spread on the surface of this earth.

Cryll could not blink in the slightest, and continued to look at it, implanting the scene into his memory so that he could always remember it.

In the sky, the clouds began to disperse, and something very unreasonable gave rise to him.

It was a hand. A pair of bluish-colored hands decorated with patterns of magma and hot lava.

The size of one hand alone was already more than three kilometers. And there are two.

Both of his palms were pointed towards the earth, and it was getting closer for every second.

Lightning, a terrible rumble drowned Cryll's focus, so he would only see the crazy scene without caring about anything else.

The two people he watched fighting seemed to be shouting, but Cryll could not hear him. He just kept looking at the two palms moving closer and closer.

Until finally, the palm fell on the earth, and darkened it in total chaos.

Cryll can't see anything. However, he could vaguely see the blond-haired man slowly turning into ashes, along with his two swords which had had cracks in every part of it.

Light particles appeared in the middle of the scene, and the scene disappeared instantly, becoming an uncertain memory in Cryll's mind.

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