He arrogantly used his disguised spiritual power from the girl's hand to control the abominable bottle in his hand.

"Run, get out of there, or you'll be trapped, maybe forever."

I shouted at her, wanting her to leave the place, but unfortunately I couldn't let her hear my words, tears slid down the corners of my eyes, and I couldn't control my emotions anymore, so I could only let the tears flow down the corners of my eyes.

The bottle gradually grew larger and brighter under the spiritual power of the pouring. Finally, when it was able to fully carry the girl's body, it was like a fierce beast, and it pounced on the girl, swallowing the girl into its body. Then its body slowly became smaller, and finally the whole thing changed back to its original form, and it slowly lay back in the man's hands.

"Okay, so that no one can snatch you from me, and we can be together forever."

He grabbed the bottle tightly, and touched the transparent bottle with his face intoxicated, and through the bottle, he could still see the trapped girl, she stayed quietly in the bottle, her face completely lost her former expression, and a pair of beautiful golden eyes instantly became eclipsed and lost their color. She remained there motionless, as if she were dead.

It's better for her to live like this, but can a god really die?

I really don't know this, I seem to know what this place is at this moment, if my guess is correct, this should be the world of the memory of the gods, she has sealed all her memories since she came here in this book, and this book doesn't seem to be for reading, to put it more appropriately, I'm afraid it's for experience.

It makes the reader feel as if they are there, and then they become helpless, after all, it can only be regarded as a memory of the past, and no one can completely change anything, and I, who wants to do something for this poor god, can never really touch the things here.

If only I could save her, I really hope everything is the way it was. Nothing has changed, here, and the outside world.

But that doesn't seem likely, everything that's happening here and outside is real. Is this offering really that offering? I tried to snatch the bottle from my hand, but it was empty, and I fell into the golden pool.

The pool was very deep, and there was an extra sense of suffocation in an instant. I knew my body was sinking. It sank to the bottom of the water, and I remember that the girl once wanted to make something out of the mud in this pool of water, if I could use this thing to make a body that could change this tragedy, it would be great, I thought to myself, and reached out and grabbed the object, and the soil was grasped by me in my hand, and the next moment I relaxed my body, and the whole person slowly floated towards the surface of the water.

After a while, the body was once again above the water. Lying quietly on the water, I felt as if I had been reborn, and I felt that everything was different, that I was able to touch something, although this touch was still extremely limited, and even my hand would feel happy with the touch one moment, but the next moment it would pass through the whole thing. After failing again and again, I finally grasped an uncertain method, that is, when I obsessively want to touch something, it is possible to touch it. But this is not absolute, and sometimes it fails.

So I had to be careful to touch the dirt, and every time I touched it, it would take a lot of my energy. I allowed myself to stop and rest at a certain time, and I don't know how long it took for me to finally pinch my four dislikes.

It looked so ugly that it looked like this, so I picked it up and gently put it into the pool of water in front of me for the final process. After all, I watched the gods create from beginning to end, and although I don't have the power to create like her, the water in front of me seems to have such abilities, after all, many things were born from this pool of water in the beginning.

I tried it the first time with great expectations, but unfortunately I failed. It didn't become a **, not even a basic one, and finally it melted into the water as soon as it entered the water, and once again belonged to its original place.

Many times I am also very strange, for my persistence, I don't know what kind of attitude to have, after all, I am nothing here, why do I want to make those things that have and don't, even if there is no my existence, that god should be saved by the ghost who suddenly broke in on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, will I do this self-defeating, change everything originally, but I can never watch the girl suffer in the bottle, she is haggard day by day, as if I have been assimilated by her, Then they all began to glow with a faint despair.

No, I have to do something so that I can be worthy of myself and come here in vain.

With this thought, I went into the water again, fished out the dirt, and began to pinch again, and the failure again and again only made me more confident in myself, and sometimes I always wondered if I would stay here forever, repeating my attachments and making my life meaningless.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the answer, and no one answered. The man called Confession would come here from time to time to suck the girl's spiritual power from the bottle, and every time he took it away, the girl would become more miserable.

I always felt that he was not extracting the girl's spiritual power, but her life, maybe the girl's spirit was transformed from life, which is why she looked so weak.

No, I think I've got to succeed quickly, and I have to succeed quickly. Only then can the girl be quickly freed from that hateful bottle, or I think she's going to die.

With this thought, I began to continue my creation without my life, but there was still not much progress, I could never find something that could replace the heart, after all, I didn't have the advanced realm of creation like a girl, at best, I only learned a scratch, so I didn't understand the inner part of the middle, and I couldn't understand it.

I always feel that something made up out of thin air cannot have a soul, it can only be mud in this pool, and nothing can be changed from beginning to end.

"You can succeed as long as you want"

Just when I was about to give up, I suddenly heard such a voice in my ears.

"Who, who are you?" I looked around, but I couldn't find a single figure. (To be continued.) )