What does it feel like to die?

Is it sadness, anger, or resentment and regret?

Charlotte didn't know.

Perhaps for him, after death, whether it is feelings or memories, even personality, they will all dissipate into darkness, without a trace and without a trace.

There is no heaven and no hell, only cold corpses are left.

The moment the bullet pierced his temple, he knew he was in danger of dying. In this act that was more suicidal than a gamble, he chose to pull the trigger.

Without any hesitation.

He couldn't help but ask himself, if his consciousness would dissipate after death, what would be the situation now?

The heaviness felt like a thousand pounds, pressing on his head, and he couldn't even move his consciousness.

But in the darkness of the environment, he had a feeling.

Right.

It's 'heavy'.

Charlotte didn't know if her consciousness would disappear after death, but she would never feel anything.

Because it feels like this kind of thing, only the living deserve to have.

Even if it's pain and remorse.

For.

A heavy sound seemed to ring in my ears, like something smashing against a steel plate, and like a heavy electric switch being pulled down.

Then he heard the sound of the wind, faint but clear.

It's strange, do we all experience these bizarre phenomena after death?

Then, in the darkness, a glimmer of light pierced through the darkness and grew brighter and brighter.

Slowly opening her eyes, she could vaguely see that the light was coming from the ceiling overhead, but the scene was too blurry for Charlotte to see what was shining.

"Drink ---!!," the boy inhaled sharply.

Probably the reason for the inhalation was too strong, he coughed a few times, and bloody phlegm spat out of his throat.

When he tried to open his eyes, he had to cover his eyes with his hands because the light above his head was too dazzling.

It took a few moments for the eyes to settle in.

"What's going on?" he opened his eyes with questions.

What catches the eye is a room made of steel, empty except for the walls, and a steel bed beneath Charlotte.

"Strange..."

However, there was nothing else in the room except the iron bed.

Not even a single door.

Charlotte felt his limbs gradually regain sensation, and he propped himself up and stood up.

Look up and squint your eyes at the light source overhead.

"It's... Fluorescent?"

Several long tubes of light were neatly mounted on the ceiling, emitting a pure white glow.

For a moment, Charlotte felt like she was back in the world.

But the bandages on his body contradicted him.

"So am I alive?" he reached out to cover his temple, surprised to find it intact.

Charlotte vividly remembers that at that time he pulled the trigger and the bullet went through his head.

What's even more amazing is that the bloody hole in the right leg that was pierced by the bullet has also disappeared, but there are still wounds and fatigue on the body from the battle with Wright.

“Great· Revers (Large-scale Reverse). A calm man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Who is it?!" Charlotte subconsciously drew her straight sword, wary of the empty room.

"Reversing the physical condition of the target to ten seconds before it is a top-notch self-healing magic, a super-level magic that can be compared to the 'Great Resurrection Technique'. But because it involves the realm of 'time', the amount of mana required is surprisingly high. ”

"It's... Chinese?!" Charlotte blurted out in surprise.

Although he had never heard this voice before, the voice spoken by this man was the Chinese he was extremely familiar with.

"Before I left here, I used alchemy to set up a magic array that automatically absorbs the surrounding magical energy, and after time polishing, I think there should be no problem just launching the 'Great Reversal Technique'. ”

Suddenly, a vague figure gradually opened up in front of Charlotte.

"But from now on, the dry magic circle will also shatter because of this. ”

When the figure was condensed, a handsome man stood in front of Charlotte, with blue hair, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Charlotte with eyes like a sea blue.

Charlotte was too surprised to speak, joy and shock alternating in his heart.

"Welcome to my treasure, the Creator's Treasure. ”

The handsome man waved his hand slightly, and an iron door appeared on the wall behind him.

"Please, may I ask if you are Zheng He, no, Duke of the Star Creator?" the young man asked excitedly.

I haven't spoken Chinese for nearly ten years, and my tongue is about to get knotted.

"Just call me the Star Creator, I haven't used the name 'Zheng He' for a long time. The handsome man smiled slightly, "But at this time, I'm afraid I'm no longer alive." ”

If the Star Creator is no longer mortal, who is talking to Charlotte in front of him?

Charlotte responded to the handsome man's gaze, and at that moment he felt a hint of disobedience.

"Come on, I think you should have a lot of questions you want to ask, and I will answer them for you. The Star Creator turned and walked towards the iron door, gently waving his hand again, the heavy iron door pushed open by an invisible force.

"Please. The Star Creator stood in the doorway and raised his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Charlotte made a decision.

He walked towards the iron gate.

......

Heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet corridors, which were made of steel and were cold. The originally sturdy corridors have gradually collapsed due to the baptism of time, and many of the rooms in the corridors have also been blocked from their way due to the collapse.

Fortunately, the corridor was relatively spacious and did not block the way of the two.

The boy looked up and saw that the roof of the hallway was neatly filled with fluorescent lights, giving them plenty of light.

Did you turn on the power at the moment of your arrival?

Since there wasn't a single window in the hallway, Charlotte didn't know where she was.

"What do you mean by that you are no longer alive?" Finally, the boy spoke, breaking the silence with only the sound of footsteps.

"It's literal. The Star Creator didn't stop until a moment later before he spoke.

He turned his head to look at Charlotte behind him, "Didn't you notice something?"

Hearing this, Xia Luo hesitated for a moment, then stretched out one hand to the handsome man in front of him.

Sure enough, Charlotte's bandaged right hand passed through the body of the man in front of him, without any disembodied body like a ghost.

"Stereoscopic projection?" the boy was surprised.

"Yes, you and I are not in a conversation. The handsome man raised the corners of his mouth, "It's just that I'm talking to myself." ”

Such a realistic 3D stereoscopic projection is difficult to do even in the world before Charlotte travels.

In this bizarre world of sword and sorcery, how exactly did the Star Creator do it?

No, what is even more difficult to understand is how the Star Creator spoke to Charlotte in a projected image?

Is it a superscience technology that uses AI or something?

"I used something to record my words, actions, and voices, and then play them in front of your eyes. ”

"It's like a videotape, isn't it convenient?" the handsome man smiled slightly.

"Something?"

"Yes, that thing saved your life just now. ”

"Just now?" Charlotte muttered, vaguely remembering a cold voice before the teleportation was turned on on the altar.

'The system detects that the target within the range has been severely damaged, and the [Emergency Teleport] is activated'

"Could it be that the system?!"