Amy Ulysses is wandering.

Its practical wandering is a bit of a misnomer, but the young Glory Man will never admit that he has lost his way in this clumsy illusion.

According to his observations, the world, let's call it the world, is composed of a series of innumerable bubbles, all of which are small worlds independent of each other, and are located in different positions on the timeline, some may be three or two years ago, and the farther ones can even be traced back to the beginning of the pre-ancient kings, in short, a series of disorderly and unknown miniature worlds.

However, no matter what world it was, he couldn't find a way out.

It's not that I didn't think about directly opening the seal of the short sword dark blood here, so that the ancestors could break through the dark and chaotic sword of light and flame and reappear in the world, but it's a pity that ...... I don't know if it was the previous battle with the terrifying being that slept at the bottom of the endless abyss of Hemtika that had exhausted its power, or if it was for some other reason, it was like a sleeping beauty, unable to awaken its true form no matter what.

So I had to give up.

But what else can be done?

Breaking the game violently?...... Although the aura of death gave him the infinite possibility of forcibly opening no matter what kind of strong enemy he faced, his destructive power has always been his shortcoming - in the case of not being able to ignite the nascent fire or awaken the dark blood of the short sword, the maximum destructive power he can do is only to split a piece of steel or a large stone in two with a sword, hoping that he can violently break through the illusion, it is better to wake up, don't daydream.

Then we can only dig deep into the essence of this world.

While it's uncertain whether exploring the nature of this time capsule-like world will help him get out, it's really the only way that seems to work until there's a practical solution.

Of course, it's just looking.

In fact, even after visiting dozens of bubble worlds at different points in time, he still has no idea why these worlds are formed and the value of their existence, let alone getting to the essence through the complex phenomena.

Fortunately, it is not without gains.

Belch...... Maybe it's a bit of a mistake to describe it as gained?

The young Glory Man stopped behind the big tree in front of the park, carefully hid himself in the manicured grove, and looked through the gaps between the leaves at the little girl swinging in the empty park.

Pandora.

That's her name.

In the depths of his memory, it seems to be related to the myths and legends left by the ancestors, which are difficult to trace the source, that it is a perfect human created by the gods, and there is a magic box that brings disaster to mankind, although he does not think that her name is just a coincidence that the name of the woman who brought disaster in the myth is the same name, but what the meaning is, he still does not know.

All he knew was ......

This terrifying being who appeared in the world as a young girl has the terrifying power to rival a city with the power of one person.

She was strong, very, very strong, the most powerful human he'd ever seen, and none of them—the only ones who seemed to be above her were him who ignited the newborn fire and awakened the sword that slashed through darkness, and the unspeakable Chaos Evil that slept in the endless abyss beneath Hemtika.

With the newborn fire almost extinguished and the sword that slashed through darkness unable to be used, even a hundred of him would probably only bring her food, and they would not be able to hinder her even the slightest.

Of course, it is an enemy that should never be encountered.

But Amy didn't choose to back down, and the reason is not complicated - there is no way out for him at this moment.

It may have been a place of death and a desperate situation for him, but for Pandora, it was anything but like that, as a terrifying being who could defeat the Temple High Priest who possessed plural abilities and could borrow the power of fire to some extent, and extinguished the almost deified fire in the minds of the Glory, her power was extraordinary—he still remembered the darkness dispersing on either side of her as if it had ushered in their monarch.

If it were her, maybe she could, maybe she could force her way through this world.

And all he had to do was take a small risk, follow her, follow her.

Then wait for her to open that door to reality.

It's just somewhat unexpected, the little girl named Pandora doesn't seem to care if she can return to the real world, but while swinging, she hums some kind of fast-paced ditty, and occasionally stops and looks at the bright moon in the sky.

She never seemed to get tired, and she never got tired, and just swung on the swing all night.

And always with a smile on his face.

An innocent smile.

It wasn't until the white sun, like a child's shoddy graffiti painting, rose in the east that she reluctantly jumped off the swing and left the park step by step.

Amy, who has been waiting all night, naturally will not let the opportunity pass by her fingertips.

So, he quietly followed behind her.

The girl seemed to be aimless, attracted by the chirping of cicadas in the trees, and then chasing butterflies on the road, aimlessly drifting through the clumsy fantasy woven only in black and white, like a child who had entered the world for the first time in the mountains, and had an unusually strong curiosity about everything around her.

It's just that what makes him a little concerned is that her curiosity will not diminish with understanding - along the way, she chased butterflies at least thirteen times, ran to observe the cicadas at least seven times, and developed a strong interest in candy at least thirty-one times, and each time like a cat entering the water for the first time, carefully tearing the outer wrapper, and then gently licking it against the tip of her pink tongue, with a simple and understandable happiness on her face.

Seems to be a memory problem?

The boy wasn't sure, as he knew almost nothing about Pandora other than Mia and Edgar's.

Therefore, there is a need for further observation and understanding.

The young Gloryman intended to engage with this little girl, who had a special position in the Dark Ones, not because he had forgotten the pain of slashing and the hatred he had experienced for killing Edgar and extinguishing the Flame of Hemtika, but simply because of ...... There is a need to try.

He was no longer a child who would be ruled by resentment, and when he took over the authority of the high priest from Edgar and inherited the first fire of Hemtika, he seemed to grow up overnight, and realized his responsibility and responsibility overnight.

As the High Priestess of Hemtika, it is his mission to rekindle the fire, and he cannot stand still in this empty dream, let alone lose his way in this strange bubble world.

It must move forward.

Even if it is hand in hand with the enemy.

Squinting his eyes, the boy made up his mind, so he didn't dodge or dodge, just came to her side, and then stretched out his hand to block her way.

"Pandora. He said her name, and there was only coldness in his dark eyes.

Then, unexpectedly, the little girl who had personally said that she wanted him to be her just tilted her cute little head, blinked those watery eyes, and did not speak.

Just looking at him, like watching a stranger who suddenly broke into her world.

Some are curious, some are shy, and some are even more ...... Get cold feet?

There is a limit to jokes, and despite the vague speculation about the heterogeneity of her personality, he wavered when the little girl who was at the center of the dark Lords, killed Edgar, extinguished the fire of Hemtika, and crushed him all the way in a near-invincible and perfect manner, revealing all kinds of innocent expressions in front of him that should not have been on her face.

Was this girl really the same person as the Dark Lords he had seen earlier?

Could it be that this is the one that exists in this history...... Pandora, who has not yet become the Dark Lord, right?

So, with doubts and puzzles, he took a deep breath and asked, "Are you Pandora?"

The name seemed to have some strange magic, which made the young girl trust the boy in front of her, who was not a few years older than her, for no reason, and after a brief silence, she nodded vigorously.

"Don't you remember me?" Amy's doubts did not diminish after receiving an affirmative answer, and he still cautiously interpreted the movements of her limbs and the subtle changes in her face, trying to deduce the possible truth through these seemingly inconspicuous details.

"Big brother I haven't seen before. "The crisp and lovely voice is as pleasant as a silver bell.

It seems to be Pandora in the historical fragments, otherwise he would definitely be able to recognize him, although the age of the body has shrunk by four or five years, but the changes in his appearance in these four or five years are far from drastic, not to say that he has not made any concealment of his identity, even if he has, he can't hide it from anyone.

That is...... She has no use value?

The young Glory One thought.

Perhaps the Dark Lord's past is worth exploring, but I'm sorry he doesn't have the time or mood right now.

It's time to leave.

Without any hesitation, the boy turned and took a step.

However, the placket was caught, by a person in history who should not have been able to catch him.

The young Glory Man narrowed his eyes and subconsciously turned his head, and there was a moment of murder in his heart, but he was suppressed by him in the blink of an eye.

Not necessarily.

There is no need to let a little girl who knows nothing bear this sin.

Even if she's Pandora.

"Something?" even though he knew this, he still couldn't contain it—and certainly didn't need to curb his ill feelings for her, so his voice was unexpectedly cold.

"I'm lost. As if frightened, Pandora's body subconsciously shrank back, but she still looked at her with those watery eyes, and said timidly, "Big brother, can you help me find someone?"

Incredibly, Amy's heart softened.

This kid ...... Maybe I can't find my parents......

For some reason, he thought of his sister.

Then, the young man with a complicated mind sighed softly: "Who do you want to find?"

The little girl named Pandora said a name, and the moment she heard the name, Amy's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly, and even her heart beat a beat slower.

"Amy Ulysses. ”

The girl who took his hand and stared at him pitifully said the name that should not have been spoken.