Cannon Fodder Brothers

"With thousands of hours of hardcore gaming experience, you can always survive in this grooved medieval world." This arrogance at the beginning of time travel became the most deadly poison. When Rorschach truly faced this wilderness filled with bandits and rust, he realized that his poor 40 health points were not even qualified to be cannon fodder. The only old swordsman in the team was seriously injured in his right arm. Rorschach could see clearly that the scarred old man had already tried his best to protect the noble elf mage and was unable to protect him as a refugee. He didn't complain, he just wanted to live peacefully in the cracks. Until on the bumpy carriage, a rusty arrow that missed its target penetrated his head in an extremely ridiculous way. [The bandit archer kills Rorschach. Open your eyes again. The bonfire danced, and time returned to before the battle began. In this cruel world where the God of Death decides life and death with lead-filled dice, neither the gods nor the sword master have time to care about his life or death. Then he can only try and make mistakes like a mad dog, predict, and bite the throat of fate at the expense of his brain again and again in the "moments" that come back infinitely.