Fujiwara-Takumi looked at the slightly fluorescent sphere in his hand, which constantly emitted a warm, indescribable light in a realm that no mortal could see.

No one understood the mood of Fujiwara Takumi right now, and he stared at this strange sphere like he was staring at an old friend who had already passed away......

"I'm sorry ......"

"But I'm ...... Really, can't stay there......"

Fujiwara-Takumi looked at his hand holding the strange orb, which was no longer young Chaohua.

He's old......

Having spent decades on that plane, he has been through a lot.

I have also made a lot of friends, challenged many gyms, and even left my name in the World Championships.

However, as he approached the twilight of his life, when death gradually rang its dull bell, Fujiwara Takumi suddenly had a strong longing.

Yes, it's time for him to go back......

It's like a cherry blossom that disappears in the wind, and it should always fall under the fence under that snowy mountain.

There, where his dream began......

This time, he didn't bring his companions with him again.

As the Doctor said, every elf has its own destiny and a story.

The same is true for human beings......

"The cherry blossoms in spring are so beautiful......"

Fujiwara-Takumi slowly flipped through the photo album on the wooden table, where he and his girlfriend took photos under the cherry blossom trees.

Only now, she may be the same as she was then, and he ......

Fujiwara-Takumi looked up at the already dusk sky outside, everything was bathed in a warm orange light, and even the Akita dog next door grinned happily.

He remembered the Akita because he had presided over its mother's funeral.

At that time, he was also an ordinary pet undertaker.

And she is a well-known dentist......

Those memories of youth are always like smeared with honey, leaving only sweet tastes, as if the original sorrow is just a fragment that makes people laugh.

There are no wars, no riots, and peaceful days are full of intoxicating wonders......

"How wonderful...... This is where I ......."

"That'...... Let me leave it to the world, one last gift......"

Fujiwara-Takumi slowly let go of his hand holding the strange orb, and then the next moment, some kind of magnificent power seemed to be about to overflow from the orb!

It's just that at this moment, there was suddenly some kind of magnificent force that froze all this!

Fujiwara-Takumi raised his head in some surprise, he could feel some kind of suffocating will staring at this place!

And the next moment, a bald head that looked like it was of oriental origin appeared in front of his eyes......

"It turned out to be your ......"

The bald head looked at him and said thoughtfully......

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In a corner of the astral boundary, where ordinary people can't peep, a huge complex of buildings exists in a stable subspace within it.

This is the main base of the Dimensional Conservation Society, and it is an area that only those with the appropriate qualifications can enter.

After all, they have caused a lot of trouble because of the behavior of dimensional protection.

But for the core members of the Dimensional Conservation Society, they will not be intimidated or deterred by this.

They firmly believe that what they are carrying out is an absolutely just and glorious mission.

"Some people think that our existence is superfluous, yes, as they say, our existence is superfluous, and the plane has its own mechanism of destruction of protective boxes - but only if the cubs who tried to destroy the plane are also gone, otherwise, we have, and must exist!" - President of the Plane Conservation Society

"Another variant of the Cloud Climbing Monk has appeared......"

Looking at the display of relevant information from an artifact gifted by a powerful god of order, Pander Gandra, who was in charge of information monitoring, frowned as he jotted down this crucial information.

In fact, based on the immensity and vastness of the multiverse, trying to monitor with the power of a guild is undoubtedly a whimsical thing.

It is also true that they do not have complete surveillance coverage as claimed.

However, this does not mean that they have been doing useless work:

In the past nearly 10,000 years, they have experienced enough challenges and ups and downs.

Now, they have formed a sufficiently mature and complete system.

They have also suppressed and tried many Plane Destroyers, but in the vastness of the multiverse, new Plane Destroyers are always being born every moment......

Everything is more difficult and complicated than imagined, but the divine mission still needs to continue.

They firmly believe that as long as their actions continue, the vast multiverse will one day emerge that will not wander due to the destruction of the plane......

It is a tragedy, and an indescribable pain of dissociation, which spreads throughout and throughout the life of intelligent beings.

And this is also the original intention of the president of the Plane Protection Society and the founders to establish this guild.

After all, those who have not personally felt that kind of pain will not have the will to carry such a heavy mission......

But just as Pander Gandra kept recording the information displayed on the artifact, he suddenly stopped - he found a problem:

"Is this guy, or is it a wanted person who has been marked?"

"Damn! We've got to stop him! “

Pander Gandra abruptly stood to his feet, and then hurried to the main monitoring room under the somewhat bewildered gaze of the other monitors.

Due to the artifact's transcendent sensitivity to power, there are no other magical items in the entire monitoring room.

Although, magic items do not have any effect on artifacts.

But it becomes very difficult for them to find out the more distant and faint information from the intense radiation display at close range.

Therefore, except for special periods, it is not allowed to use any spells or spell-like abilities here.

"What happened? Pande? Your face looks a little bad......"

When Pander Gandra walked into the General Monitoring Room, one of the giants of the Dimensional Conservation Society, the Legendary Shaper of the Plane Constant Source - Gandhi Ram, was writing a report on his recent work.

He is one of the ten vice presidents of the Dimensional Protection Society, and one of the most conscientious among them.

He wields considerable authority within the Dimensional Preservation Society.

Looking at the figure of Pander Gandra, he paused the will that was constantly instilled in the particle cluster, and then said with some doubts.

"Vice President, I think we're in trouble......

Pander Gandra looked solemnly at the source of the constant power of the plane in front of him, the legendary shaper, Gandhi Ram, and said...... ()

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