"Where is this?" Pusta opened his hazy eyes to see nothing around him, and he realized that he had entered a new dimension. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The Info weaver waited quietly beside him for his awakening.

"You're awake, this is the dimension where the timeline is stored, let's go, I'll take you to check your timeline." The weaver beckons to Pusta, suggesting that he walks behind him and not deviate from his cast range.

Pusta stood up and followed the weaver and waited for the weaver to cast a spell.

The weaver spat out something like a shuttle from his mouth, and in an instant cut through the space to build a door, which slowly took shape, and a swirling nebula appeared in the center of the door, full of unknowns.

The weaver grabbed Pusta and led him into the unknown world.

Is this place where the timelines of the various planes are stored a small room? Is it a library-like space? Obviously, Pusta's conjecture was wrong.

As he walked through the unknown door with the weaver, everything in front of him subverted his previous perception of space.

Except for a small amount of space that moves, the space here takes on a wedge, layered on top of each other, each containing a sparkle of light to link the veil of time. Each layer of space is an independent system, which does not interfere with each other and does not affect each other.

Pusta marveled at the wonder, so he became even more interested in his past. Pusta quickly scanned the distribution of the space and imprinted it in his mind, continuing to follow the weaver in search of his own timeline.

"You just stand here, don't run around, lest it cause a mess in the timeline." The weaver said to him.

Pusta nodded, and the weaver used a spell to shift to find Pusta's timeline.

Pusta wondered why the weaver had done his best to help him, an unknown exorcist, who had been lonely for thousands of years, so that he needed someone to talk to? Or does he have some other conspiracy against himself?

The more Pusta thought about it, the more frightened he became, after all, if the weaver tried something against him, Pusta would have no room for resistance, but to submit to him and become his slave for life.

This is not the worst outcome, if the weaver directly kills him and absorbs the energy in his body to improve his own realm, he will die so that he can no longer die, and even his soul will not be left, and he will be silently wiped out in the void, and no one will remember him except the weaver who killed him.

Pusta secretly made up his mind that he would never allow such a thing to happen, that he wanted to be free, that he wanted to get out of here alive, that he wanted to find Ereda, that he wanted to witness the rebirth of the plane with Carl. With so much anticipation, Pusta clenched his fists tightly.

Just then, the weaver returned, saw Pusta in this way, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that it hasn't eased up yet." Pusta forced a smile in front of the weaver, and was calm, "Did you find my timeline?" Predecessor. ”

Seeing that Pusta was back to normal, the weaver did not question what Pusta had said, but replied, "I found it, you can come with me." With that, the weaver picked up Pusta again and moved towards the space where Pusta's timeline was located.

Pusta, who was picked up by the weaver, only felt that the speed of movement was extremely fast, and even he saw the distortion of space, he wondered why the weaver, a time manager, was so accomplished in space, no wonder the ability of his eyes could not detect the weaver's location, the latter's speed reached an extremely high level, and he could even distort space and go back in time, which Pusta could not do.

Pusta sighed deeply at the difference in his strength from that of the weaver.

"Do you want to read your past or your future first?" The weaver asked, picking up the Pusta timeline.

Pusta didn't seem to realize that he had reached the space where his timeline was stored, and it took him half a day to recover.

"Senior, have we arrived?"

"Yes, we've arrived, so, do you want to read your past first, or the unknown future?"

Pusta looked around, but he found nothing other than this "box" that carried his timeline.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Go ahead, fill in the void of my memory first." ”

"Okay."

The weaver picks out with his hands the part of the "box" that records Pusta's past, which seems to form a picture scroll in the space that is displayed in Pusta's eyes......

There are countless singularities in the void, and those singularities are giving birth to new life.

Pusta is one of them.

At that time, before the plane was created, the void had already begun to give birth to life, in order to establish a new order. The Lord of the Void detached a part of his body, and that part gradually formed these countless singularities after a long evolution, and from the singularities gave birth to new life.

As time passed, countless singularities cracked open like eggs, and life was reborn.

They vary in appearance, from a humanoid like Pusta, to a demon like Ereda, to an insect like a weaver, and so on.

Some creatures don't have faces, some don't have hands, some don't have legs, and so on. There are so many differences between them, but they all have one thing in common - they all have their own mana patterns on their backs.

When they were all born in the Void, the Lord of the Void announced to them that the mana patterns represented their rank.

Green is the lowest color, and creatures with green veins will be banished to the lowest dimension to clean up the plane's debris.

Blue, secondly, creatures with blue veins will become the masters of the soon-to-be-born plane, managing the affairs of the plane in place of the Lord of the Void. However, there are levels in blue, and each level corresponds to the dimensions of each level.

Pusta has blue lines, but the rank of each of them is kept secret by the Lord of the Void and not disclosed to anyone to prevent discrimination within them.

Red is the highest level of mana patterns among them, and those who possess red mana patterns will become the acting administrators of the Void, and weavers are part of those who have red patterns.

Coincidentally, red lines are divided into levels like blue patterns, and each level corresponds to the dimensions of each level.

The high-level texture has this to move freely between dimensions with a lower level than his, but who would be so bored to crush an ant.

Everything changes unpredictably.

Time was slowly passing, and the void creatures were slowly growing. Some of them are not satisfied with the status quo and want to move to a higher level.

At the same time, they found that their lines were more or less the same, with branches emanating from the center. But there are many people in this branch, and there are few people. The least is only one branch, and the most is like the rays of the sun, radiating in all directions, and it is impossible to count.

They use this as the basis for grading.

"Look, that guy only has one branch, what rubbish!"

"If only I could be like those great gods with many branches!"

Eventually, such voices spread among the creatures of the Void. Eventually, discrimination occurred.

Pusta's blue veins only have three branches, and they are worthless in the void. Although he could manipulate all kinds of spells as he pleased, it was nothing compared to the hair-branched creatures of the Void.

The plane was quietly born in an invisible explosion. The Lord of the Void appeared, summoned the Void creatures, and wiped out the memories they were supposed to have with a wave of his hand.

The green-streaked creatures entered the lowest dimension and began their never-ending life as coolies.

Creatures with blue veins enter different dimensions according to their level, and fight each other in order to become the master of the plane.

Creatures with red veins enter different dimensions according to their level and become the managers of the void.

This is where the Void Age begins.......

Pusta recovered from his past memories.

"It's so shocking, I didn't know the world was born like this!" The weaver said beside Pusta.

"We've all been erased from our memories, and who would have thought the world would have started like this?"

"Do you still want to see your future?"

"No, let's keep it for now."

"What are you going to do now?" The weaver asked.

"I passed on my mana patterns to someone else, and now I'm a stripless creature." Pusta said.

"Oh my God! The unstreaked creature wasn't mentioned in the picture just now! The weaver was shocked by Pusta's words.

"I want to rebuild my mana pattern, even to the highest level, just like you, senior!" Pusta said heavily.

"Nima, can the mana vein be rebuilt and upgraded?" The weaver was surprised, "Isn't that something you were born with?" Are you mentally retarded? Rebuild? Where do you go to rebuild? I really laughed at it. Hahahaha! The weaver laughed, mocking Pusta's innocence.

"You're retarded." Pusta changed his respectful attitude and argued, "Believe it or not, will you help me?" ”

"Hahaha, how can I help you, I don't know how to upgrade the mana pattern myself, and I can still help you?" The weaver chuckled and turned over and over, "Why don't you eat, hahaha!" ”

Pusta's face was swollen with anger, "You dead ant, send me to the lowest dimension, and wait until I rebuild successfully, but I will take your position as the weaver of time." ”

"Hahaha, okay, I'll send you to the lowest dimension. But let's make a bet, how about it! The weaver said to Pusta with a smirk.

"What a bet, dead ants!" Pusta cried, "As if I was afraid of you." ”

"You kid is so arrogant." The weaver said, "If you succeed in rebuilding and come here again, I will teach you my talent for this retarded man." If you don't make it, hehe! I want you to be a slave here forever! ”

"Okay, you retarded mind to remember, I'm Pusta here to put the words here!" Pusta agreed without thinking.

"Good backbone, I'll send you to the lowest dimension." The weaver said.

With that, he used his sharp hands to cut a door in the void and slapped Pusta. Pusta couldn't stand the blow and disappeared from the door in an instant......

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