Three years –

Mogen didn't expect that what used to be only a moment of time would become incomparably long.

Just because it's back—

Just as it had done when it had left, the black cat had returned silently like a nightmare. The gloomy aura that surrounds his body exudes the coldness that is unique to death.

The scattered tokens poured back like a tide again, but the end of the world was just around the corner. The space is divided into spherical cages that rotate, and no matter how much they are tossed, they just stay in place.

The black cat watched with interest, even forgetting its existence for a moment. If it weren't for the fact that he had given up on retrieving the tokens, he had quieted them down.

It's a normal choice, isn't it? If it can't be taken back, then why bother struggling in vain? But he forgets that it is not up to him to decide whether it is futile or not. The moment the token stopped running, the attack came.

Violent, but not fatal.

After being locked up for so long, Mogen didn't think that the black cat in front of him still didn't know anything about him, so this stormy attack made it a little confused. The look of wanting to sprinkle a piece of meat from himself actually avoided all the key points. It was this perverse behavior that made the response a little slower, and a little flesh was torn off.

If we had reacted earlier, perhaps many of the things that followed would not have happened, and we would not have suffered more damage.

It's a pity!

Even though it has been reduced to a prisoner, years of loneliness and arrogance in the world in its early years have prevented it from changing its identity, perspective, and thinking in time.

So it quickly made up for the flaws and guarded its body impenetrable. This act clearly annoyed the other side and provoked a truly deadly attack.

Light!

A light that made it dizzy.

A long, long time ago, the Demon Root was dismissive of the concepts that many mortals had in their mouths. Light and darkness, black and white, are but marks imposed on oneself by mortal things. It allows them to explore the world and recognize themselves. At the same time, these conveniences are also shackles, imprisoning them in a narrow world, and it is difficult to get out.

If it hadn't seen the light, it would have kept it that way. But this light gave it all the sensations it had ever described as mortal, and all perceptions were instantly submerged in the ocean of light.

It's so sudden......

When the light dissipated, the Demon Root had no time to pay attention to the broken tentacles all over the ground, and only stared at the black cat in horror. A gloomy aura lingered around him, exuding the coldness peculiar to death. No, it's not cold, it's the darkest of the world.

How is it possible to have diametrically opposed powers?

But in the face of vigilance and consternation, the black cat did not pay attention to it at all, but set its eyes on the tentacles that were wriggling all over the ground.

Perhaps it was because the attack just now was not a small burden on the black cats, and after watching them for a while, they rolled up and disappeared. It then lost contact with the tentacles.

This made Mogen breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be like last time, and the black cat would disappear for a while.

However, it thought wrong......

The black cat recovered faster than expected, and it was back in the blink of an eye.

And so it all happened again - watching the tokens struggle in a panic, watching them go quiet, and the battle began.

But the Demon Root had already been on guard, and when the glimmer appeared, it tangled all its tentacles together, turning them into a thick shell, and the majestic magic power surged inside and out.

The last time it had taken some damage, it had more or less learned about some of the properties of the light—the greatest and the most rigid, and that was why it felt a sting.

Spear and shield, the most primitive and direct confrontation in the world. In this confrontation, it does not think that it will lose. But after the glimmer of light, it was the black tide that swept towards it.

So it was surrounded by the darkest of the world, death.

The rolling black tide swept over the dunes like the wind, taking away pieces of magic and making it a little unprepared. Although the magic taken away is insignificant, it is really not good in the long run.

This made him suddenly realize his situation - prisoner. This seemingly vast, but in fact cramped space is its cage. In fact, I lost a long time ago, but I have been unable to accept it and do not want to admit it.

It is not the means shown by the two sides that will determine the outcome of the confrontation, but the situation of each other. After losing room to maneuver, it was only passively beaten in its cage.

Aggrieved, an extremely unfamiliar emotion gradually filled the body and mind, making it feel powerless. So it gave up its resistance and let the Kuroshio rage around it.

With the abandonment, it felt something more indescribable hidden in the darkness. After a moment of trance, it suddenly realized that those were - souls!

Yes, it must be the soul.

They spread their hands from the Kuroshio, stretched out their feet, and even stretched their tongues just to touch it. When the souls of countless creatures came into contact with it, it gradually felt a coldness deep into the bone marrow, as if something extremely important had been taken away from its body.

Not magic, not heat, but something extremely important that it couldn't figure out for the time being.

The uncontrollable fear made it struggle again. The magic then burst out of the body, dispersing everything like a mountain and a tsunami.

No, not everything, the black cat was still sitting there lazily, looking at it with interest.

Mogen finally understood, what did the cat want?

- Running and struggling.

It's all for the purest purpose – to have fun.

And it seems to have no choice but to please.

If you want to please, you have to find out what the black cat in front of you is interested in.

As if nothing had happened, the trapped token began to run again. Run, never stop running, until all the strength is consumed and thrown back onto it

This is tantamount to chronic suicide, but at least it will drag on for an extremely long time. The pain caused by instant death will also be stretched out and no longer seem so - pain!

In a very short time it learned to be humble, to look into the eyes of the cat. Of course, I also learned to be lazy, to escape, and to flatter.

It's all because it's really - scared!

In a very short period of time, an extremely terrifying aura rose from the black cat's body. The cat's eyes were still pure and clear, but in the casual interlacing of gazes, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was the instinctive reverence of the living beings for death.

The black cat was still lazy, still looking at the derivatives with interest. Some of the tokens suddenly annihilated under the gaze, which made the black cat's interest even stronger......

In the midst of the rising cold, Mogen knew that the black cat had truly held the power of death and had become the most terrifying existence in the world, the god of death.

As a result, it became more cautious and more compliant. With the creation of countless derivatives, the entire body was also reduced by several turns.

In the midst of caution, something even bigger happened.

An inky torrent of magic appeared here, turning into a meandering river......

At the same time, it loses all the connections of its derivatives.