Disobey...... Is it the way of heaven?

It's a familiar word.

Once upon a time, I was also given such a mission. In other words, the meaning of being summoned and existing here is this - each of the people who bear the name of guardianship will gradually erase their existence as the final end, and before that, it is like a thorn that is fiercely nailed into this dimension itself, making it difficult to sleep.

If you think about it this way, maybe these two professions will be unexpectedly suitable for you......

Kazama looked up, carefully distinguishing the colors in the source of the sea urchin-like personality, and finally found the two special colors—silver, which was second only to brown and purple in length, and gray, which was slightly inferior to silver and yellow.

Feel...... It's not bad, but it's not very good, and my talent for these two professions is ......

"What do they represent? Silver and gray words. Kazama asked, studying the dragon-like rays of light in the source of the person.

"The gray words represent the dimensional masters who can control the power of the dimension, and the silver ones represent the rarest mirror masters."

"Dimensional Master...... Mirror Artist ......"

Muttering, Kazama touched his chin thoughtfully.

"The words of the dimensional master are because they interfere with the existence of the dimensional itself, so they are restricted by the Heavenly Dao...... But, specifically, what can be done? ”

"Well, yes, because the dimensional master itself can create temporary or eternal dimensions according to his own ability, he will be rejected by the will of this dimension, that is, the Heavenly Dao."

Temporary, or eternal? It's understandable to be temporary, such as establishing dimensional passages, space shuttles, or something...... But eternal words...... Isn't it equivalent to the creator god?!

"What is the concept of eternity......

"Hmm...... If it's a little bigger, it's just to open up the dimensional gap and establish a prototype of a new dimension, but this level can only be achieved by an SSS-level dimensional master. And if it's almost, it's to create a stable dimensional realm, or a little bit of dimensional space, and the smallest dimensional bubble or something. For example, the four dormitory areas used by your students are the existence of countless dimensional spaces placed in a dimensional realm. ”

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

In front of Kazama's eyes, the combination of the turtle and the python suddenly appeared-Xuanwu, who had been puzzled from the beginning, even if their size seemed to be the size of a small mountain, but if compared to the nebula-like space he saw, it was really far from enough, not to mention that there were bubbles inside, but in fact they were palace-like rooms covering an area of thousands of acres...... However, if it is the power of the dimension, it is indeed ...... It's just that this power is too exaggerated......

"So what level does it take to get to that level?"

"Well, if you are in a dimensional field like the dormitory, you need to be close to the SS level, and as for the dimensional space, you have to be at least quasi-A-level."

"......" Kazama asked with a tentative tone, "Then, what about dimensional bubbles?" ”

"Dimensional bubbles are very simple, if you only need to capture a Lori of this level of space, as long as a C-level dimensional master can do it!"

Tier C, or "only"? And what the hell is "capturing Lori"......

Kazama shook his head, stared at the source of the personality carefully again, patiently picked out each color, and then arranged them according to the degree of spikes, and roughly estimated, the initial rank of his various classes from high to low was approximately: Summoner B, Mind Master C, Mirror Shadow Master C, Wind Dancer D, Dimension Master E+, Elemental Master E, and the rest...... It's all F......

It seems that it is not an accident that he can summon that puppy, although the dimensional master only has E+ makes him very helpless, but the mind master who is very cool just by looking at it is C still makes me very happy, as for this mirror master who is also a C rank......

"That...... What about the Mirror Artist? ”

"Wow, you actually said the word mirror artist so calmly, should I say, is it really worthy of being a mirror artist?"

What kind of complaint is this......

"As his name suggests, the Mirror Artist is a mirror and a shadow that can replicate everything. From the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers, to the small flowers and leaves, they can all be copied out, and even ...... Even the magic and moves used by the opponent can be copied, as well as the opponent itself. ”

"......" Kazama Takaba suddenly fell into a state of dementia with a thoughtful look on his face, leaving only his lips opening and closing mechanically, "This is, God, right?" ”

"No, it's not."

Very happily, it was denied.

"Although, it's really a profession that can only be mastered by a special race."

"Special, race?"

Kazama looked away from the source of the person, looking around to find the source of the voice that had been talking to him for so long, but unfortunately, as far as the eye could see, there was only a white expanse.

"Yes. You and I are of this race. ”

The voice suddenly became ethereal.

"It's called, a race that doesn't exist."

"Races that don't exist? However, after I was summoned, I was obviously from the elves. Kazama remembered what he had seen on the crystal that he had given him and on the lake near the ancient cherry blossom-like tree "five centimeters per second", and his appearance, pointed ears and silver hair, should be an elf.

"Well, it stands to reason that you were summoned by the light elves, and indeed you are, the light elves."

It was an affirmative word, but, unexpectedly, there was no affirmative feeling.

"But your pupils, haven't you noticed?"

Yes, silver...... And Qianqian's lilac, a completely different color! Although I realized it for a long time, I always thought it was just some kind of inconsequential genetic mutation......

"Silver, it's silver, only the non-existent family, when it is manifested, it has the color of the pupils."

Be...... Is that so...... Inexplicably himself, he has become a non-existent race?

"Why is this race called a 'non-existent race', even if it's called the Void Race, or the Transparent Race, or the Shadow Race, it's okay...... And, it'......" Kazama paused, suddenly remembering his silver eyes, "What do we have to do with the Mirror Artist?" ”

"Because, our race does not exist, it does not exist in the world, and it should not exist in the world, it is the biggest failure of the god-making era, and it is also ...... The most dangerous failure ......"

It was as if there was a slight sigh coming from the vast expanse.

"The elimination of the soul and the body, and the independent extraction of the person, was originally just to test whether the person could be artificial and the test object existed, but in the end it produced the intelligence, not to mention the race, in fact, it is not even a living body. Moreover, because there is no bondage of soul and body, as long as one's person is strong enough, he can reconstruct the particles around him to manifest into any form, any being, whether it is a human, a god, or even the dimension itself. ”

"Uh......"

Kazama suddenly recalled a familiar feeling, just like the summer day in his childhood, the ignorant self, lying in his grandfather's arms, listening to him tell those magnificent and bizarre stories.

"If we can materialize into any form, then why are our pupils still silver, and ...... I've always felt like I'm substantial...... Isn't it, where is it wrong, I'm not a ...... at all"

Subconsciously want to refute something.,Even if you say for a while that you're some kind of very powerful.,But it's a very different existence.,I'm not going to be happy.。

Man is such an animal, he obviously wants to be different, but he doesn't want to be treated as an other, just like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, trying to get close to the edge of excitement and challenge, but never daring to cross it. Because, once crossed, all the excitement and sense of accomplishment will turn into despair in an instant.

"You can't be wrong, only this is the only thing that will never be wrong."

A firm tone, unquestionable.

"Because, that's our brand. As an existence that should not exist, but it exists, as a force that should not exist, but it exists—the price of all this is branded by the gods with an indelible brand of eternal life, marked with the brand of slave status. ”

"Slave ...... Is it? ”

"Yes, because our existence is too weird, and the power of the mirror master is too strong, so we were once slaughtered by the gods who feared this existence, and even exterminated. But in the end, desire triumphed over fear, and the hypocritical gods, after having slaughtered us completely, recreated us in order to regain control over the power of this terror, and this time they added the mark of absolute obedience to them, the brand of slaves, ours, silver eyes......"

The voice, faint, is like telling a legend that has nothing to do with itself, a story that only exists by word of mouth.

Kazama, on the other hand, listened quietly and listened to his own story. Even though I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, the story at that time has an illusion of purpose. A disgust with God that has never felt before, slowly, begins to sprout from the bottom of the heart, even though they have left, even if they have fallen......

"As for why you have an entity, maybe it's because you're from another world after all, and there are always some anomalies. But ......"

The voice suddenly became relaxed.

"I'm really looking forward to your performance as a mirror artist, what will happen if you use the physical body to use the mirror artist's abilities?"

"It doesn't matter what the outcome is...... As long as it doesn't become food and is eaten by others......"

Kazama subconsciously felt that this was an extremely dangerous attempt.

"Well, it's okay, it's food or something."

Then, suddenly, with a little temptation.

"Do you need to taste it?"

A glass, slightly shaking with a brown liquid, appeared in front of Kazama Hiroha when the words fell, and the steaming heat wafted with a hint of rich fragrance.

"This ......"

"It's called 'Chaos Brain', it's absolutely personal, it's super delicious."

"Hmm...... Really, strange name. ”

But it doesn't feel bad...... It is a practical answer to the question of "will there be an accident after I become food and I am eaten?"

With that, he grabbed the handle of the cup and took a sip.

The taste is not bad, a bit of coffee and cranberries, as well as the bubbles that continue to burst like star dust, and the tingling sensation it brings to the tip of the tongue, as if people are in the whirlpool of heaven and hell, and it is difficult to extricate themselves, and they simply want to fall asleep like this......

"Next time, when someone else gives you something to eat, remember to keep an eye on it~"

Faintly, the voice with a smile spread into the middle of nowhere, before Kazama lost consciousness......