Game of the World Tree: Extra Chapter 1 Doreen Shadow

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My name is Doreen, Doreen Shadow.

My mother told me that my father finally decided on my name after searching for it in the Elvish language for three days and three nights. In the Elvish language, this name means "hope" and also means "the gift of the goddess".

My father is a devout believer in the goddess and a well-known powerful ranger. From the time I can remember, there are always many guests visiting my home. Every time they visit, they will bring Lots and lots of fun and delicious gifts.

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

At that time, almost every day, new guests came to visit my dad day and night, which even gave him a headache.

What impressed me most was my father’s bloodshot eyes and thick dark circles due to long-term inability to sleep well, as well as his helpless expression when he was woken up by a knock on the door in the middle of the night.

I clearly remember my father sighing and complaining to my mother more than once, saying that these shameless guys didn't even give him a moment to rest, and even if they were being favored, new people would come one after another every day to make him feel uncomfortable.

However, at this time, my mother just chuckled.

She would always cover her mouth, stare at her father with affectionate eyes, and smile gently and teasingly:

"Now you know our difficulties? When we first met, you also knocked on my door in the middle of the night."

At this time, Dad would be speechless.

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

"At that time... weren't you still ignorant?"

"Later, I changed..."

"Well, are you hungry?"

"Shall I cook some noodles for you?"

......

The noodles cooked by dad are still delicious. After all...this is the only meal dad can cook.

Pasta is not a traditional food of our elves. According to my mother, it was brought by the Chosen Ones from far, far away places.

The Chosen Ones have a very transcendent status among our elves. They have great power and the magical ability to rise from the dead.

It is said that it is proof of the goddess's divine favor.

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

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

For as long as I can remember, the most commonly discussed story among my friends is the story of the Chosen Ones. They are the favorite protagonists of the bards. They adventure in one place after another. Everyone is interested in the Chosen Ones. I long for that legendary experience.

"So...Dad also has the magical power to come back from the dead?"

At that time, I kept asking questions.

"No, no more, he has 'retired' from his job as the Chosen One."

My mother gently stroked my head and replied.

"Retired?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because dad is tired, every chosen one will be tired, and when they are tired, they will retire."

"Oh..."

At that time, I seemed to understand.

Of course, I later learned that it was because the Chosen Ones were also living in another distant world at the same time.

When they die in that world, they will lose their status as the Chosen One.

"Death... must be a very sad thing for relatives in that world."

When I found out about this, I couldn’t help but say sadly.

However, Dad shook his head:

"No..."

"Compared with sadness, for me, death is a new beginning..."

That day, I learned that most of the chosen elves actually have three lives.

In that distant world, they lived as ordinary people, which was their first life.

In our world, they continue to take risks, fight, and explore the unknown. This is their 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 ordinary elves...

......

Later, we moved.

From the chosen city, he moved to a manor in the countryside.

The reason is simple. Dad really can't stand those chosen ones who come one after another.

I still remember the day before I finally decided to move, my father, exhausted physically (and mentally), came home from get off work from the security hall, and once again complained to my mother that the new chosen ones were like clingy people. Nothing can be done to drive it 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 and the number of new chosen ones seemed to be increasing again.

Dad’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 touching name - Amber.

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

I still remember the day we moved. The drizzle that lasted for several days washed the lush forest green and shiny. The cheerful sounds of birds resounded in the forest. The cool wind in September made the miscanthus sway from side to side, making it look endless. The sky with clouds is blue and clear.

The wind blows across the lake, bringing the unique freshness after the rain. The sparkling lake water ripples, reflecting the rustling green willow leaves.

Occasionally, I can hear the roar of a giant dragon coming from the depths of the forest. The sound sounds a bit vague, as if it comes from another world. I can't help but fantasize about the hometown of the Chosen Ones... ..what it actually looks like.

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

Dad also specifically asked Lady Alice to set up a magic barrier outside the manor. After that...there were far fewer people who came to disturb the Chosen Ones.

The remaining ones are more like dad’s friends than the chosen ones who come here for fame.

Later I found out that they were all teammates who fought with my father when he was the Chosen One.

Every time I visit, they will bring me all kinds of interesting gifts, including flowers from other planes and various delicacies full of exotic scenery.

I also loved sitting in and listening to them talk about their adventures when they visited Dad.

Their adventures were even more exciting than what Mom told about Dad. They were journeys through various dimensions, and each journey was enough to compose a legend.

They have even been to more distant places. It is said... that it is a wider and more majestic world.

Dad also likes to hear them talk about their experiences.

Whenever they excitedly told about their adventures, Dad would listen quietly, his eyes full of twinkling lights.

At that time, I realized that although my father was no longer the chosen one, deep down in his heart, he still longed for adventure.

I once asked my father. Although he is no longer the Chosen One, it is said that there are many ordinary elves taking adventures with the Chosen One. Why does he no longer continue his journey?

Dad replied gently:

"Because I already have you and my mother."

At that moment, I understood that in my father’s heart, there was already something more important than adventure...

......

Dad had four Chosen comrades.

Although in my opinion, they are like the uncle next door, my friends told me with envy that each of them is a legendary figure in the world.

Among them, I like the "optimistic" uncle the most.

He always wears the simplest armor, and he has done so for decades. Every time he sees me, he smiles tenderly and gives me delicious toffee.

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

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

Although her personality is a bit arrogant, she is surprisingly gentle. We became good friends from the first day we met.

Occasionally, she would come to visit me alone, transform into a giant dragon, and fly with me in the sky.

The optimist uncle often said to me with envy that Christine was better to me than to him.

However, I know that Kristen likes her optimistic uncle very much.

Although she always quarreled with her optimist uncle, and although she always put on a proud and disgusting face in front of him, whenever his optimist uncle was around, her eyes would always follow him. .

Although it is hidden deeply, I am not unfamiliar with that look. It has the tenderness of a mother looking at her father...

......

The optimist uncle and several other friends come to visit as a group at least once every four years.

The time chosen is usually a fixed day in autumn.

That seemed to be a special day. Although they would visit alone or in groups on weekdays, they were never as grand as that day.

However, I don’t really like the “special day” vibe.

Although whenever that day comes, they bring the most gifts and have the brightest smiles on their faces, I always feel... When this day comes, they all seem to be there. Cover up sadness.

However, dad is the complete opposite.

Although he still always looks expressionless, on every "special day", I feel that he is in an unprecedentedly happy mood.

It seems that admiring the smiles of his Chosen comrades hiding their sad expressions is the happiest thing about his day.

This puzzles me.

It wasn’t 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 the other world is a quarter of that in our world, so...that is the anniversary of Dad's death in the other world every year.

"Don't they know that dad is just continuing to live in this world?"

I asked curiously.

My mother responded with a weird look:

"Actually, your father has explained it many times, but... they never believed it..."

"Why?"

"Because every reincarnated Chosen One will have the memory of another world sealed, and without the memory of another world, they will not believe that Dad is the real reincarnation."

"What is it but reincarnation?"

"In their words...it is to commemorate NPC."

"NPC?"

"He is the person who sends tasks to the Chosen One."

"Huh? Is mom also an NPC?"

"So be it."

......

I still don’t understand much about the Chosen One.

Everything about them seems to be incompatible with this world.

But at the same time, without them, the world seems to be missing something...

There seems to be a deep misunderstanding between them and their father, which cannot be solved no matter what.

However, Dad didn't seem to care.

"Sooner or later they will find out."

He said so.

At that time, I didn’t know what my father meant.

However, often at that time, I can vaguely feel a little loneliness from my father.

Until today...

......

The sunshine outside the window is still bright, and a long-lost guest is welcomed into the living room.

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

On one side is my father, on the other side is my optimist uncle.

They sat on both sides.

In the fireplace, a bonfire crackled.

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

Dad seemed to be suppressing a smile, while Uncle Optimist was rarely embarrassed.

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

No one spoke, both of them were silent, but they both 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.

In the end, Dad couldn't hold it in any longer and suddenly burst into laughter.

Dad rarely smiles. At that moment, I almost thought I had seen it wrong.

Things that can make dad laugh out loud must be extremely interesting.

"Optimist, you say it first."

"No, no, no... Captain, you say it first."

"You should go first."

"No, Brother Benten, you first..."

"Then I'll tell you first?"

"Yeah..."

Dad is smiling, but the optimist uncle is getting more and more embarrassed.

"How did you die? You should be very young in reality, right?"

Dad suddenly asked.

"Well...I'm ashamed to say it was a car accident."

The optimist scratched his head.

"Car accident?"

"It should be so. I can't remember anything about Blue Star. This is what I heard from Lord Adagli in the Kingdom of God."

"Adagli?"

"Well...it's a new demigod from the goddess."

"Have you seen the goddess?"

"It's a pity, but there is no..."

"Now, do you know that what I have been saying about reincarnation is true?"

"Well...I know now."

Soon, I saw my father and optimist uncle falling silent at the same time.

They looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time.

I have never seen my father smile so happily.

"Hahaha... Optimist, starting from today, you will also experience the happiness of NPC, and of course... there will also be a four-year worship."

He smiled.

Looking at my father's cheerful smile, I suddenly realized that from today on... maybe he will no longer occasionally show lonely expressions like before.