When I was younger, I was obsessed with the study of space magic, and I worked tirelessly to try and improve those devastating teleportation spells, especially those that crossed planes.

Plane travel is the best!

You know, at that time, the more crazy the mage, the more he had to prove that he was omnipotent.

When we meet, we don't talk about the latest advances in magic, but about which plane we've recently traveled to and come back. (Now I'm sure they're 99 percent bragging)

I have to say that traveling across planes is a very enjoyable thing. Especially in our time, when there was no standard for the plane teleportation technique, those ** masters didn't think about where they would be teleported to and whether they would get lost in the subspace.

Although this kind of crazy behavior may seem high-end, these fools can't get back a lot of the time. I've met five of these fools.

Two said they were going to go to the land of Suwon for their honeymoon, but in the end there was no news, one miscalculated the plane teleportation parameters and was thrown into the endless abyss, turned into a half-human, half-demon existence and crawled back, one spell lost control and fell into his big fish tank and drowned alive, and the most unlucky fool was teleported to the gladiator's bed.

It was a room full of gladiators! You know what happened in the end.

But if you really think about it, I'm even crazier than them.

In a certain period of losing myself, I once invented a magic called dimensional random teleportation. If the caster does not disarm the spell on their own, the caster will perform a random plane teleport every half day.

The time and place of teleportation are random, and the caster is completely free to choose, which is simply a joke with life. Even I don't know why I was so crazy back then.

I had intended to use this spell to exile myself forever, hoping to use the people and events I encountered in various planes to dilute my painful memories of the original world.

After about half a year of this crazy move, I found that it didn't work at all, and I couldn't forget a certain existence.

Her back is deeply tied to my soul.

The topic is a bit far away, and I shouldn't complain about these emotional trivialities in the narrative. What I'm doing today is reminiscing about the wonderful worlds I've encountered.

The half-day trip to the plane allowed me to see all kinds of wonderful worlds.

I've fearfully avoided the giant lizards in the scorching forest, wandered in the scorching fire for half a day, been chased by demons in the Shadow Caves, and even experienced the usual celestial presence on the battlefield where two armies were fighting.

But none of these encounters compare to my adventures in one plane.

It was such a wonderful country, and I still regret why I didn't stay in that plane for a little longer.

As I walked through that mysterious land, it was already night.

It seems that the people in this wonderful world will not rest, it is already night, and everyone is still looking forward to it, as if there is something to look forward to next.

With the help of the spell of seeing thousands of miles, I found that although there are thousands of magicians in this world, not one of them can do magic.

Of course, this is not the focus of my observations, and there are other things that deserve my surprise more than this.

On this brightly lit night, every house is doing the same show. They posted long strips of runes filled with strange words in the doorway. They sometimes argue about the left and right positions of the long runes, but the arguments end there. Because at that time, none of my families would give up on sticking the Zhexi rune on the side of the door because of disagreement.

The elders among them would explain to the children that these long red runes would bring extra good luck.

Curious, I checked it with magic, and found that these runes had no magic or magic energy at all.

How could a miracle be possible without magic and magic? I really don't understand the meaning. But after thinking about it, I think this should be a kind of inheritance from ancient times.

As I learned more, I finally learned that according to the world, this time is Chinese New Year's Eve, and at twelve o'clock it is the New Year.

I walked the streets, and there were waves of people that I had never encountered before.

Even though I don't fit in with the world, I can still feel the passion in their hearts. The mixture of family, friendship and love is fermenting together, and each of them is full of anticipation for the upcoming New Year.

When I realized that I couldn't go any further, I secretly recited a teleportation spell and teleported myself to a nearby mountain.

Standing on that high hill, I looked at the brightly lit city. I don't know how different our world is from this world, but I can clearly feel that there is far more hope in these billions of lives than in the world I have ever encountered.

The cool wind gently blew through my ears, and although I couldn't feel the cold, the warmth of the New Year had warmed my frozen heart.

How I want to stay for a while, so that the world can melt the cold in my heart completely.

But this is not possible because I have less than a minute left in my time.

Midnight is the start of the next random teleportation

But in these short tens of seconds, I saw a miracle that I will never forget.

Almost instantly, thousands of bright points of light rose from the city not far away. The dim dot of light that swayed upwards seemed to be accumulating the power of the eruption.

In the final moment, these points of light burst out like exploding stars.

Although it is short-lived, a moment of brilliance can overwhelm the stars in the sky.

The beauty of the blooming of hundreds of billions of stars was imprinted in the deepest part of my memory the moment I left this plane.

The above description is an excerpt from a quote by Carlos the Magician.

The strangeness of its content once became the subject of research in the Academy's Space Magic Department, and some magicians even wrote three thick monographs to explore this magical country.

Countless mages who have practiced dimensional teleportation have tried to travel to that magical realm in order to catch a glimpse of the description that has amazed the legendary dimensional mage Mahler Carlos.

A country where hundreds of billions of stars bloom.

A country full of hope without magic box magic!

ps: The belated New Year's side story, I hope you like it. In addition, I wish all readers a happy Chinese New Year and all their wishes come true. This book is a bit rushed, and many things are not ready, I hope you will forgive me.

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