Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 51

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 51

Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

Chapter 51 Don’t be scared, I’m not a good guy.

“Ais, there are 2 mistakes people make most often in their lives. One is misjudging others and having expectations for them… Like many people back then, they called me a hero when I killed the Demon King and a demon when I killed the nobles. But in fact, I’ve never changed. I’ve always been doing the same thing, it’s just that they have expectations of me.”

On the city walls, the Fierce Wind was blowing, and the whistling sound was like a giant drum beating, making people’s hearts race.

“However, what’s even more dangerous is misjudging yourself and striving in the wrong direction, because it’s easy to see others clearly, but hard to see yourself… It’s like, Ais, you only vaguely sensed my true nature in just over half a month, but you still can’t see yourself clearly.”

Ais felt suffocated and bound, and there was a strong palpitation surging in her heart, so hot that it was going to melt her whole body.

Feeling that Noah was about to say something, she wanted to shout to stop him, but couldn’t say a word, her whole body was bound by an invisible cage.

Ais realized that this feeling of suffocation and restraint was the truth she knew in her heart but had been unwilling to face.

“Meeting a strong enemy, drawing your sword to face them, and fighting to the death is a matter of course for me, but you and I are different, Ais… From the bottom of your heart, you don’t want to swing your sword for Destruction, killing, and hatred! This is the real you!”

At this moment, the ‘female Saber’ shell that Ais had built up in the past year shattered, and she turned back into the little girl in her heart.

Timid, cowardly, shrinking back, afraid of being hurt, afraid of pain, afraid of death, afraid of being alone and lonely… this is the real Ais Wallenstein!

I actually, have never really become stronger… Realizing this, Ais’s eyes became hot and blurred.

Even if Noah beat her to a pulp, Ais wouldn’t want to Crying Out Loud like this.

Like a person about to drown grabbing the last life-saving straw, she clenched her fists, bit her lips until they bled, and tried to open her eyes wide to stop the tears from falling.

“But! But…”

Facing the little girl’s struggle, Noah gave a calm, but fatal Strike.

“Ais, I can see that you want to seek revenge on a certain being and seek to become stronger, but if one day, you need to use the deaths of me, Riveria, and FinnLoki as the Price to complete your revenge, will you do it?”

An unavoidable, unstoppable, undefendable Strike pierced through the weakest wound in Ais’s heart, and the tearing pain made her brain go blank.

If it was at the Price of her own destruction to perish together with that pitch-black despair, Ais believed she wouldn’t hesitate.

But if the price is losing Noah, losing Riveria, losing Finn and Loki, what about Gareth and the others?

A wave of sorrow crashed against her inner defenses, fueling a blazing hatred that burned her entire body, urging Ais to give a resolute answer.

But…

There was a strength within her, stronger than the ‘Puppet Warrior’ born for slaughter, which Ais had never discovered before, and it stopped her from giving an answer.

These 2 strengths clashed, almost tearing Ais in 2, leaving her in agony, unable to catch her breath, like a BOOM!

had gone off inside her.

Ais didn’t understand why, but she just couldn’t speak, couldn’t give an answer, it was like her voice was silenced by a ZIP!

She realized she couldn’t do it, that she couldn’t offer everything for revenge like she thought.

The conviction that had driven her to ignore her pain and keep moving forward was shattered, leaving Ais feeling like she’d lost control over her body, paralyzed, unable to muster even a spark of strength, her face frozen, unable to speak.

All that came out were tears, pouring down, wetting her golden hair, or being swept away by the cold wind, or falling onto the stone pavement with a faint SPLAT.

“Ais, people who are aimless and just drifting through life don’t need to worry about this, but people like us will eventually face this choice at some point in our lives… to move forward for our ideals or to stop for the people beside us, and if we make the wrong choice, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives,” Noah said, his voice like a gentle breeze.

Ais looked up at Noah from his chest, her eyes red and blurry from crying, like a newly hatched chick, seeking his guidance.

“So, what should I do, I…” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Noah gently wiped away the tears on her face and patted her back, the sound of his hand on her back a soft THUD.

It was as if he was comforting his past self, who had stood alone in a sea of corpses for a whole night, until the dawn broke, and the sky turned crimson.

Noah understood that what he was about to say was crucial for Ais.

In this world, all living beings have desires, the difference lies in whether they desire external things like wealth, power, or beauty, or internal thoughts like love, hatred, or faith.

Some people seem to have no desires, but in reality, they’ve just concentrated their desires, like the fanatical followers of the Evilus Faction, who don’t fear death, or some Eastern religions that emphasize self-denial and suffering, which is just a transformation of their desire for happiness in this life into a belief in a better afterlife.

Among these countless desires, living for oneself is a relatively unusual idea.

After all, a certain degree of self-respect, self-love, and self-identity is the foundation of a person’s existence, so for most people, living for oneself is a natural thing, not something cold-blooded or selfish.

It’s like a gentle stream flowing through the vast expanse of human desires, a soft GURGLE that soothes the soul.

In this sense, living for oneself is not something that can be taken for granted, but rather something that requires careful consideration, like a delicate flower blooming in the desert, its petals unfolding with a soft WHOOSH.

But there are some people who cannot live for themselves.

It’s like a child who never grows up, always needing their parents’ opinions to determine if what they do is right or wrong.

To feel their own existence through interactions with others, to confirm their self-worth when praised, their need for recognition far exceeds that of ordinary people.

For them, ‘finding oneself’ is probably a torment more terrifying than descending into hell… just like Ais right now.

Of course, while Ais had some psychological issues in the past, she wasn’t the type of person who naturally lacked a sense of self.

Ais is now in this situation because the will and beliefs that supported her self-identity were shattered by Noah.

For Ais, who has had all her reasons for fighting and direction taken away, what she needs most now is not encouragement and protection, but clear guidance and support!

At this moment, Noah’s complete control over this girl’s fate is probably something even her parents and the Chief God have never achieved.

If it were Riveria and the others facing Ais like this, they would probably say something calm like, ‘Each individual’s future must be explored by themselves; I can’t provide the answers, but I will always protect you until you find your own answers.’

Because they are good people, kind-hearted, and would never easily interfere with another’s fate.

‘Ais, each individual’s path can only be sought, decided, and walked by themselves; no one else can interfere. If you need me, I will be with you until you find your own way!’

…If Noah were a good person, he would say something like that…

But he is not!