"I don't have much interest in the Creator, and he's not on my ship. Young Lukka interrupted the Voidman's interest, "What I want to know is, when we first met, in that alley of Rifted Rock Harbor, you planned to lure me to the Divine Domain?"

"No," Crete's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the mirror orbs of the nine worlds slowly rotating around him, "At that time, I hadn't awakened yet, and I didn't know who I was at all. ”

"And how did you find me?" Lukka was even more confused.

"The Creator may think that his seal was successful, but he didn't know that at the last moment of being sealed, I planted some seeds in the nine worlds, some seeds that would allow me to break the seal and return to this divine realm. Crete said.

"Seeds, what seeds?" Lukka asked.

"That's you. Crete said with a smile.

"Me?" Lukka took a step back.

"Yes, but you're not the only one," Crete's figure flashed back a little farther away, "In every world, I have left behind a seed that may sprout." ”

"Your sprout, it's a metaphor, isn't it?" Wood spirit Doran was a little sensitive to the word.

"Of course it's a metaphor, can it be like you?" Crete glared at him, it seemed that it would take some time for his strength to recover, although this glance was fierce, but there was not much divine power.

He turned to Lukka and continued, "If I want to return to the Divine Domain, I need someone who can travel between the mortal world and the Divine Domain, and a mortal who only has a certain power in a world cannot achieve this goal. ”

"By 'germination', do you mean that I traveled between several worlds?" Lukka suddenly realized, "I, Luca of the Wizarding World, Luca the Pirate of the Sea World, are all seeds that you sowed?"

"That's right. Crete seemed to be a little tired, and with a wave of his hand, he changed the position of the nine spheres, piled them together in the shape of a chair, and sat on them.

"Then you're lazy, the two of the Wizarding World and the Ocean World haven't even restarted their names, and they look the same. Lukka also wanted to sit down, but it was estimated that the other party would not be so kind to provide a seat.

"Nine world seeds, only three models in total, I don't have time to make more, these are enough. Crete said.

"Why am I the one who sprouted?" asked Luca.

"It doesn't have to be you, the seeds of every world, have the potential to sprout. However, in this timeline, and his timeline," Crete pointed to middle-aged Luca, "in the end, it was you who achieved the crossing first, and the seeds of other worlds automatically became the container that could receive you." ”

"So if Lukka of the wizarding world was shut up and knocked off the bookshelf first, the result could have been that he was wearing it on me on Earth?"

"Yes, congratulations on winning the Crossing Race. Crete laughed.

"Then how do you know that I will definitely meet you in that alley of Crackstone Harbor, and I will definitely take you with me?" Lukka felt that the success rate of the Void Person's plan was really not high.

"Not necessarily, that's the value of seeds," Crete said, "and my plan could succeed if there was only one seed that crossed over multiple times and appeared there." And as long as this plan succeeds and I regain my strength, I can affect all timelines. ”

"It's a bit complicated," Lukka scratched his head, "Anyway, you're just casting a wide net, and if you have one of them, you can turn the tables, right?"

"It can be understood," Crete nodded and smiled again, "so the seal that the Creator sealed on me, the moment I spilled the seed, was doomed to fail. ”

Lukka thought carefully for a moment and continued, "Then when did you know who you are?"

"The collision of energies between several worlds will lead to my awakening. "Specifically, when you fought Hale in Winter Qingdao. ”

"At that time?" Luca recalled the scene carefully, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I remember now, every word you said at that time seemed to be said to me, but in fact, it was also a hint to that magic stick, but unfortunately he didn't understand it." ”

"If he could have been a little smarter, my plan could have been completed ahead of schedule, but it's not too late, I don't need to rush. Crete said.

"Do the higher gods lie?" Lukka sneered, "If you're not in a hurry, you don't have to go out of your way to tell me some 'once and for all'." ”

"That's just giving you a little nudge at the right time. Crete said, leaning back in his chair.

The plan of the Voidist seems to be clear, but Lukka still feels that he seems to have overlooked some details.

He looked up at Crete's face, and after a long while, slowly asked, "Where are your glasses?"

"Glasses?" Crete laughed, "I've awakened and I'm no longer nearsighted, so what do I need glasses for?"

"If what you say is true, why are you smiling so nervously?" Lukka stared into his eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, every time you steer things in a direction that is good for the Void, you don't wear glasses. ”

"Isn't it normal to wake up with better eyesight?" Crete said.

"It's normal, but your reaction isn't normal, which makes me more inclined to another possibility," Lukka said, "The glasses are an insurance against the Creator to suppress your personality as a nihilist, no, Godhead." ”

Crete laughed: "The pair of glasses you saw at the beginning were already broken in Dongqingdao, and the ones I wore later were just a pair of random purchases from a street store, there can be no insurance, your conjecture cannot be established." ”

"Really?" Lukka scratched his head, "Is that what I thought wrong? If glasses aren't insurance, maybe myopia is?"

"As I said, my eyesight is fine when I wake up!" said Crete, a little impatient.

"Really, then keep that distance," Lukka pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and asked Phil for a strip of charcoal, which he always carried in his medicine bag, and wrote a few random strokes on the paper, holding it up far away at Crete, "read it again, what I wrote on this paper, and I will admit that your eyesight is fine." ”

"That's enough! I don't need to talk nonsense with you anymore!" Crete's face turned hideous, and in a blink of an eye he appeared in front of Luka, snatching the piece of paper and tearing it to shreds.

He raised his hand, and confetti of snowflakes quickly scattered in the void.

However, just as he was about to make his next move, Lukka slapped his hands, and a pair of metal-rimmed glasses were held by the mage's hands and placed securely on his face.