Game of the World Tree - Chapter 990

990. Chapter 981 Extra Chapter 1 Doreen Shadow

My name is Doreen, Doreen Shadow.

My mother told me that my father searched for my name in the Elvish language for three days and three nights before he finally decided on it. In the Elvish language, this name means “hope” and “gift from the goddess”. My

father is a devout believer of the goddess, and also a well-known and powerful ranger. Since I can remember, there have always been guests visiting my father at home. Every time they visit, they will bring many fun and delicious gifts.

I still remember that before we moved, I lived with my parents in the Chosen City. It was the largest and most spectacular city in the world, with towering towers and speeding magic trains everywhere. At that time,

almost every day, there were new guests coming to visit my father day and night, which even gave him a headache.

What impressed me most was my father’s bloodshot eyes and heavy dark circles due to long-term poor sleep, and his helpless expression every time he was woken up by the knock on the door in the middle of the night.

I clearly remember that my father complained to my mother more than once, saying that these shameless guys didn’t even give him time to rest. Even if they wanted to deduct his favor, there were still new people coming to make trouble every day.

However, at this time, my mother just giggled.

She always covered her mouth, stared at my father with deep affection, and smiled gently and teasingly:

“Now you know our difficulties? When we just met, you knocked on my door in the middle of the night.”

Whenever this happened, my father would be speechless for a while.

He would scratch his head and use his awkward chatting skills to change the subject with an embarrassed look:

“At that time… weren’t you still ignorant?”

“Later, I changed…”

“Well, are you hungry?”

“I’ll go cook some noodles for you?”

…

The noodles cooked by my father are still delicious. After all… this is the only meal that my father can cook.

Noodles are not the traditional food of our elves. According to my mother, they were brought by the chosen ones from a very far away place.

The Chosen have a very high status in our elves. They have great power and the magical ability to come back to life after death.

It is said that this is the proof of the goddess’ favor.

My mother told me that my father was once a powerful elf Chosen.

When I first learned about this past event, I was shocked.

Since I can remember, the most common discussion among friends is the story of the Chosen. They are the protagonists that the bards love to tell. They have adventures in one plane after another. Everyone is very yearning for the legendary experience of the Chosen.

“So… does my father also have the magical power to come back to life after death?”

At that time, I asked repeatedly.

“No, he doesn’t anymore. He has ‘retired’ from the work of the Chosen.”

My mother gently stroked my head and answered.

“Retired?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because my father is tired, every Chosen will be tired, and when they are tired, they will retire.”

“Oh…”

At that time, I didn’t quite understand.

Of course, later I knew that it was because the Chosen also lived in another distant world.

When they die in that world, they will lose their identity as the Chosen Ones.

“Death… must be a very sad thing for the relatives in that world.”

When I knew this, I couldn’t help but say sadly.

However, my father shook his head:

“No…”

“Compared to sadness, death is a new beginning for me…”

That day, I learned that most of the elves’ Chosen Ones actually have three lives.

In that distant world, they live as ordinary people, which is the first life.

In our world, they continue to adventure, fight, and explore the unknown, which is the second life.

And when they die in another world, the memory of that world will be forgotten.

At this time, most of them will start their third life as an ordinary elf…

…

Later, we moved.

From the Chosen City, we moved to a manor in the countryside.

The reason is simple. Dad really can’t stand those Chosen Ones who keep coming one after another.

I still remember that the day before the final decision to move, Dad dragged his tired body (in spirit) and came home from work at the Guard Office, and once again complained to Mom that those new Chosen Ones were just like clingy people, and they couldn’t be driven away.

My mother shook her head and said that she went to the temple to pray today and heard the priests of the temple say that the goddess had recently issued an oracle that the number of new chosen ones seemed to increase again.

My father’s face turned green on the spot.

The next day, he took us to the countryside.

The new home is located next to a beautiful lake in the suburbs. The lake has a moving name – Amber.

Even today, thirty years later, the beautiful scenery of the lakeside manor still makes me intoxicated.

I still remember the day of moving. The drizzling rain that lasted for several days washed the lush forests green and shiny. The cheerful voices of birds resounded in the forest. The cool September wind made the silver grass sway left and right, and the cloudless sky was blue and clear. The

wind blew across the lake, bringing the unique fresh breath after the rain. The sparkling lake water rippled, reflecting the green willows with rustling leaves.

Occasionally, I could hear the roar of a giant dragon coming from the depths of the forest. The sound was a little vague, as if it came from another world, which made me imagine what the hometown of the Chosen Ones… looked like.

The manor was very large, with flowers and green grass planted everywhere, and my new bedroom was four times larger. The soft big bed was enough for me to roll around on.

Dad even asked Lady Alice to set up a magic barrier outside the manor. After that… there were fewer people coming to disturb the Chosen Ones.

The remaining ones were more like Dad’s friends than the Chosen Ones who came here because of their admiration.

Later, I learned that they were all teammates who fought with Dad when he was the Chosen One.

Every time they visited, they would bring me all kinds of interesting gifts, beautiful flowers from other planes, and all kinds of exotic food.

I also particularly liked to stay by their side and listen to their adventures when they visited my father.

Their adventures were more exciting than the ones my mother told me about my father. They were journeys through various planes, and each journey was enough to write a legend.

They even went to more distant places, and it was said that… it was a wider and more magnificent world.

My father also liked to listen to their experiences.

Whenever they excitedly told about their adventures, my father would listen quietly by his side, with a twinkling light in his eyes.

At that time, I realized that although my father was no longer the Chosen One, he still longed for adventure in his heart.

I once asked my father, although he was no longer the Chosen One, it was said that there were many ordinary elves who went on adventures with the Chosen One, so why didn’t he continue his journey?

Dad answered gently:

“Because I already have you and mom.”

At that moment, I understood that in Dad’s heart, there was something more important than adventure…

…

Dad had four Chosen comrades in total.

Although in my opinion, they were as friendly as uncles next door, my friends told me enviously that each of them was a legendary figure in the world.

Among them, I like Uncle “Optimist” the most.

He always wears the simplest armor, and every time he sees me, he will smile gently and give me delicious milk candy.

He also has a dragon partner named Christine, a beautiful blonde sister.

Sister Christine is very beautiful, but… because the growth period of dragons is too long, she looks a little older than me.

Although she has a bit of a proud personality, she is unexpectedly gentle. We became good friends from the first day we met.

Occasionally, she would come to visit me alone, turn into a dragon, and take me to fly in the sky.

Uncle Optimist often told me enviously that Christine treats me better than him.

However, I know that Christine likes Uncle Optimist very much.

Although she always quarrels with Uncle Optimist and always puts on a proud and disgusted face in front of him, whenever Uncle Optimist is around, her eyes will always follow him.

Although it is hidden very deeply, I am not unfamiliar with that look, which has the tenderness when my mother looks at my father…

Uncle

Optimist and several other friends will visit at least once every four years.

The time they choose is often a fixed day in autumn.

It seems to be a special day. Although they will visit individually or collectively on weekdays, each time is not as grand as that day.

However, I don’t like the atmosphere of “special days”.

Although they always bring the most gifts and have the brightest smiles on their faces on that day, I always feel that… when this day comes, they seem to be hiding their sadness.

However, my father is completely the opposite.

Although he always looks expressionless, every time it is a “special day”, I feel that his mood is unprecedentedly happy.

It seemed that appreciating the Chosen comrades who used smiles to hide their sad expressions was the happiest thing for him that day.

This puzzled me. It was not

until later that I learned from my mother that this day was the day my father died in another world.

The time flow rate in another world is one-fourth of that in our world, so… that is the anniversary of my father’s death every year in another world.

“Don’t they know that my father just continues to live in this world?”

I asked curiously.

My mother answered with a strange look on her face:

“In fact, your father has explained it many times, but… they have never believed it…”

“Why?”

“Because every reincarnated Chosen will have the memory of another world sealed, and without the memory of another world, they don’t believe that my father is a real reincarnation.”

“If it’s not reincarnation, what is it?”

“In their words… it’s to commemorate the NPC.”

“NPC?”

“It’s the person who sends tasks to the Chosen.”

“Huh? Then is my mother also an NPC?”

“I guess so.”

…

I still don’t understand much about the Chosen.

Everything about them seems to be incompatible with this world.

But at the same time, without them, the world seemed to be missing something…

There seemed to be a deep misunderstanding between them and Dad, which could not be solved no matter what.

However, Dad did not seem to care.

“They will know it sooner or later.”

He said so.

At that time, I did not know what Dad meant.

But, often at that time, I could vaguely feel a little loneliness from Dad.

Until today…

…

The sun outside the window was still bright, and the long-lost guests came to the living room.

Carefully opening the curtains, I quietly looked at the two people sitting in the hall.

On one side was Dad, and on the other was Uncle Optimist.

They sat on both sides.

In the fireplace, the bonfire crackled.

The lights flickered, and the atmosphere in the living room was very strange.

Dad seemed to be holding back his laughter, while Uncle Optimist was a little embarrassed.

He sat upright, his face full of embarrassment, and his ears were even a little red…

No one spoke, both of them were very silent, but they seemed to have something to say.

Suddenly, they raised their heads at the same time and opened their mouths to speak, but after looking at each other, they subconsciously closed their mouths at the same time.

Finally, Dad couldn’t hold it back any longer and burst out laughing.

Dad seldom laughs, and at that moment, I almost thought I was seeing things.

Something that can make Dad laugh must be extremely interesting.

“Optimist, you go first.”

“No, no, no… Captain, you go first.”

“You go first.”

“No, Brother Hefan, you go first…”

“Then I’ll go first?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Dad smiled, while Uncle Optimist became more and more embarrassed.

“How did you die? You should still be very young in real life, right?”

Dad suddenly asked.

“Well… I’m ashamed to say, it was a car accident.”

Optimist scratched his head.

“Car accident?”

“It should be, I can’t remember the Blue Star anymore, this is what I heard from Lord Adagli in the Kingdom of God.”

“Adagli?”

“Well… It’s a new demigod of the goddess.”

“Did you see the goddess?”

“It’s a bit regrettable, no…”

“Now, do you know that what I’ve been saying about reincarnation is true?”

“Well… Now I know.”

Soon, I saw Dad and Uncle Optimist fell silent at the same time.

They looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing at the same time.

I have never seen my father laugh so happily.

“Hahahaha… Optimist, from today on, you will also experience the joy of NPC, of course… there is also the worship ceremony once every four years.”

He laughed.

Looking at my father’s happy smile, I suddenly realized that from today on… maybe he will no longer occasionally show a lonely expression like before.

(End of this chapter)