After a pleasant exchange with Kozmo and his party, the young Glory Man finally sorted out what had happened before and after he fell unconscious.

- As he had seen in the course of time, he fainted very suddenly, and the bleeding appearance of the seven orifices frightened his companions enough.

Then, it was preliminarily determined that it was mentally contaminated, and it was necessary to isolate and observe.

But before things really got to this point, he woke up - while the appropriate scrutiny was still necessary, it at least prevented the worst from happening.

The only thing to his surprise was that he learned from Webster that he had been unconscious for far less than expected, only a few hours—and that no one had ever entered his tent except them and the sword-wielder with medical abilities who was in charge of first aid.

So...... Here's the problem.

Who will be the one who takes off his mask?

The young Glory Man had no time to think about it when it came to talking about good sex, but with the departure of his companions, the modest tent was deserted once more, and he finally had a little time to sort out his somewhat messy thoughts.

First of all, it must be made clear that the reason for his exposure is not important.

- At least in the short term, it's not something you need to worry about.

Even if you know who took off the mask, even if you know why he showed his feet, but being found is being discovered, this has become an easy fact, no matter how deep you investigate, you can't change his bad situation and have a substantial impact on the present.

So, how to do it becomes the key.

Do you take advantage of the fact that the high-level of the expeditionary force has not yet reacted, take advantage of the time difference in the transmission of information, and sneak away? Or do you take the initiative to find the high-level of the expeditionary force to repent and sell the information of Jiasu and the dice house for a good price?

These two ideas had just been born, and they were tragically rejected.

Sneak Away - In the depths of the deepest night, unprepared individuals who choose this path will only end up being swallowed up by the vast darkness, leaving nothing but their distorted form and their will to crumble.

As for betraying Jiasu.

The final result is likely to be worse than being lost in the middle of the night - he doesn't think that the founder of the Dice House, who claims to be an intelligence organization, has no countermeasures against possible intelligence leaks, and if he really sells the news of the Dice House to the Order, he suspects that he will be engulfed in nightmares that night - the connection of dreams is not just a one-way street, which not only means that he can temporarily live in Jiasu's world, but also means...... Through this, Jiasu can also invade his dreams, even his spirit, and even his will.

There is no doubt that neither method is advisable.

Because of this, Amy Ulysses can only choose a way that is not the way to go.

- Wait and see what happens.

Or is it better to see the moves? He lowered his eyebrows and thought, waiting for the feedback from the top of the expeditionary force.

But nothing.

He waited for most of the day, until the sword-wielding who had mastered the power of healing that he had never met before would re-examine him, and he did not wait for the expected uninvited guests.

That's a bit weird.

No, maybe it's more than that—

The administrative efficiency of the expeditionary force is not slow at all, not to mention the major events involving such important matters as the leakage of intelligence, and those big sword-wielding people who have fought from the battlefield will definitely not dare to slack off in the slightest, and will definitely deal with it as quickly as possible.

It was only when the team set off that he had to leave the camp and follow the team on a long journey, but he did not meet the commissioner who dealt with such incidents.

- Like the sea before the raging waves, the air is still and a little scary.

So much so that Amy Ulysses was rarely a little restless.

It can't go on like this.

After three days of waiting and suffering, the Glory One intends to take the initiative.

I couldn't tell if it was in a dream before, or whether it was in the strange encounter in the long river of time, although it hurt him quite miserably, but it was his harvest that was directly proportional to the risk and crisis.

His ability –

Death harbinger.

and the power given to him by the stigmata -

A cradle of tranquility.

The abilities born in two very different systems, as if forced by the mother of billions of black goats born in the past and reborn in dreams, gradually remove impurities and merge into one, like steel constantly being beaten in the flames, resulting in some unexpected change.

The ability to "time" has been further unlocked.

After a few days of running-in, he determined that he was now able to use dreams as a springboard to step into the long river of time, either to simply trace the past, or to have an insignificant look at the possibilities of the future.

It's just—

Even if it's just a superficial taste, the loss is unusually large.

If you look back to the past, if you trace the perspective of others who have been in contact with you, you can only go back to one day at most, and the reading scene is also limited to one. If you choose your own first-person perspective, the restrictions in all aspects will be much smaller, not only will the time you can trace back will be longer, but there will also be more scenes that can be read, and the pressure on your body and mind will be much smaller.

But even then, it can be activated at most once a day.

After starting once, I am afraid that for at least ten hours, the quiet cradle will be in a locked state.

Although in terms of combat, this new ability, which is quite limited, cannot be used at all. At the strategic level, there is no doubt about its strength.

The risks, costs and benefits are very high.

If it weren't for the silence and depression of the atmosphere during this period of time, if it weren't for the exposure of his identity, he might have been too concerned and worried.

He had no intention of using this ability in an environment where he could encounter an enemy at any time.

But now he thinks it's better to detonate the time bomb sooner.

And so—

In the darkness, he closed his eyes.

As consciousness falls deep in the endless darkness, the perspective is constantly elevated and transcendent.

I don't know when.

He is already in the middle of a long river of time.

Forward is the "history" that has been determined, backward is the future with infinite possibilities, and left and right are the time that belongs to other people—the present that cannot be read, touched, or interfered with—at least until they become history.

If the environment is safe enough, if there is enough time, he will not delve into it.

Pity......

The goal of his trip was not them.

Following his own past, following the traces left by himself in the long river of time, the young glorious man went upstream.

Pictures flickered before my eyes.

A piece of the past flows through my heart.

In the long river of time without the concept of time, Amy Ulysses stopped just right and poked the fragments of time floating in front of her with her fingertips.

And then, the consciousness is distorted.

From a third perspective, the Glory One floats inside the tent.

As Webster they say, the tent was empty except for him, unconscious.

At this time, the mask of the faceless moon is still well worn on his face, and his exposed image is still "Judas" with chestnut hair and blue eyes.

Who will it be...... Took off his mask and learned who he was?

He was genuinely curious, but the curiosity that had only been born for a long time was shattered in the next moment by a piercing chill that ran down the end of his spine and down to his cerebral marrow.

He saw—

"He" opened his eyes.

The blue, cold eyes of the blue fire that symbolized death in the eyes of the legendary undead opened, staring faintly in the direction he was, staring at him faintly.

The gaze is like substance.

The line of sight seems to penetrate the past and the future, and it seems to penetrate the real and the unreal.

The young Glory One felt like he was not in the cold and snow of the present Canaan, and he felt like he was being seen through from top to bottom, from the inside out.

Thoughts are stagnant and frozen under great fear.

The brain is barely functional.

He just stared blankly, watching "him" on the sickbed.

I saw "that man"—no, it should be "that being"—withdrew his gaze, his gaze paused for a moment outside the door, and his face showed a complex expression mixed with multiple emotions, and then gently removed his mask.

"That's it. ”

"He" didn't speak, but his voice naturally sounded in Amy's ears.

And then—

The world shattered.

Broken along with it is the dream of the Glorious.

In the real world, Amy Ulysses opened her eyes, staring at the emptiness in front of her with a blank, incredulous expression.

At the end of his memory, in that time that had become a thing of the past, the last thing he saw—

There was a flawless white feather floating out of the window.