Phil wakes up and finds himself on an isolated island, drifting in a dark space.

It's not really a nightmare world, just a piece of debris floating outside of it.

On the island are the White Towers of the White Ring Peninsula, and in front of them there is a statue that is the image of a recorder in old age.

Some questions have undoubtedly been answered, first of all, the things that the recorder has recorded recently have been a little old, that is because he is no longer in the nightmare world, and there are still some problems in his body that he can't go back, so he doesn't know the recent situation in the nightmare world.

And there are some questions that go unanswered, why is it that only the wizarding world can save the world? Phil notices that the word "world" used here does not refer to the world of nightmares, but to a much larger goal, all worlds.

Also, what is the connection between the Nightmare World and those worlds? Why do other worlds have so many fragments projected in Nightmare Worlds?

And what Phil really wants to know is, who is the enemy?

Phil is also concerned about another problem, the recorder's body must have a huge problem, which leads to his basic inability to maintain the physical state of immortal life, and has to choose to enter the time of his youth to maintain mental sobriety, and he also makes his own records into information discrete life, to protect it.

When a problem is solved, a myriad of problems emerge.

Phil knew that he couldn't cling to these issues, but about himself, for example, how to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard.

As he had guessed, the current method of using World Fragments for promotion was flawed, and it seemed that if he did, he would be controlled. He also had some guesses about what the problem would be.

And the problem solved is very simple, that is, to go to the real wizard world, then there will be no ceiling, and he can be promoted to a fourth-level wizard more safely.

Phil took out the seed, and sure enough, as soon as he took it out, he felt a strange attraction, and he felt the breath of mystery and space in it. As for the "River of the World" mentioned in Thom's mouth, he guessed that it should be the dark river he had been to before, but he didn't expect to be able to go to the real wizarding world from there, but last time he chose to return to the Nightmare World and didn't rush there.

It's too late, and it's too late, he doesn't have much time to stay here every time, and he's almost run out now, and he doesn't have anything to prepare now, so it's definitely not wise to pass like this.

There was still some time, Phil walked around the island, and he didn't meet Thom out of strange corners again, and the White Tower on the isolated island was much quieter and more peaceful than he had been before, and the style was only a little quaint and shabby, not too scary or weird.

Phil finally returned to the statue.

The statue looks out of place in the White Towers, in a completely otherworldly style - the recorder, Old Man Tom, is sitting on a bench that appears to be made of some wood, and the corners of it have sprouted some branches and leaves. The old man's face looked a little painful, and the wrinkles on his face were like the ravines of the plateau, condensed vertically and horizontally.

At this time, Phil noticed a strange place, and Thom seemed to sit in the middle of the bench as much as possible, avoiding the branches and leaves.

Is it because as a recorder that you have a heart for every plant and tree in the nightmare world?

Phil was a little confused.

He fixed his gaze on the shoots.

It looks like the shoots of ordinary wood, green and yellow, and seems to be very fragile, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch of your hand.

"Drop! Drip! Drip! ……”

A series of alarm bells suddenly sounded, Phil was startled, and immediately stood up, and then he suddenly found that at some point, he had walked a distance of more than ten meters and came to the statue, and his hand stretched out for some reason, only a few centimeters away from those branches and leaves!

Is this a trap?

They are the enemy!

Phil suddenly felt that he had fallen somewhere, there was chaos everywhere around him, both physically and mentally in a violent chaos, there was no light, no darkness, no up, down, left or right, everything was chaos, there was no order. The chaos was so powerful that Phil just glanced at it, and felt as if his entire body and mind were going to be dedicated to the chaos.

At this moment, a pulling force suddenly appeared, pulling him towards the sky above the isolated island.

And at this time, from top to bottom, he saw the picture of the entire isolated island, so at this time, he discovered a fact from Adu-

This isolated island did not drift by accident, and there are traces of man-made everywhere on its edge.

Phil had a bold guess that the island was probably stripped from the nightmare world by the recorder himself.

Because he found the enemy's tracks, he left the nightmare world completely in order to prevent the enemy from invading the nightmare world, which is why the recording stops, and this is why the recorder will have problems at the end of the distance!

Phil looked at the statue on the island beneath him in shock, completely unaware of why an eternal like Tom would do this.

Which shoots and what are they?

In a trance, Phil seemed to see which branches and leaves were slowly growing, and a gray-white mist enveloped the entire island, and then disappeared completely.

Phil blinked twice, then found himself back on the White Tower of the Wizarding World.

It's back......

Phil sat motionless, silent for a long time.

This time, a large cloud of truth-truth answers was thrown at him, and a large mass of unknown guesses and questions were stuffed into him, completely different from the previous ones.

After some time, Phil sorted them out and threw them into the cactus elf's database.

While those things were important, in fact, he was more concerned with the issue of promoting to a fourth-level wizard.

The pocket watch was moving again, and there was still half a year before the next three hands coincided, and by that time he had to have everything ready.

Getting up, he instantly appeared under the White Tower.

Eli, Larel, and Harry felt it instantly, and then gathered in front of him.

"Nothing happened in the meantime, did it?"

"There is no master."

"That's good, let's disperse."

Eli and Larel were used to it, and Harry was a little strange because the wizard's retreat was so short, but it seemed so strict.

He couldn't figure it out, turned around and was about to leave.

"By the way, Harry, what's the matter with the wound on your forehead?"

"Huh?" Harry was a little dazed, he had felt something hit him on the head, but he hadn't found anything before, and he thought it was a delusion.

But now......

Is it true? And also left a wound on his forehead?