He raised his hand and, in the manner he remembered, familiarly evoked the system panel:

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[Name]: Li Oz

Race: Void Corruptor

[Gender]: None

[Age]: 33 years old

[Template]: War Mania

[Faction]: No faction

Total Level :(Void Lock)

- [Main Class]: Void - [Void Infected] Lv.180 (locked)

- [Subclass]: ??

[HP]: 550,000

[Energy value]: 490,000

【Attributes】:

Power – 1092

Dexterity – 880

Constitution - 1200

Charm – (Lost)

Will - 140

【Talents】:

[Racial Talent: Void Path]: Your life and talent have been encroached upon by the Void, and the Great Nihilistic Narrative has become your new path.

In the Void Path, you will not be able to level up your class through experience, but as your Void Corruption becomes deeper and deeper, you will gradually become a true Void Race and improve the realm of the Path.

[Void Talent: Flesh and Blood Incarnation]: Your current body is not a real body, but an avatar projection generated for you by the Void Narrative. Projection doesn't give you new skills, but you'll inherit some of the traits of the original path.

Current Flesh Characteristic: Echo Shock - Attacks inflicted spread and concussion.

[Personal Talent Object Resonance] - You are more likely to concentrate than ordinary people, and it is easier to perceive the pattern of changes in things.

Effect: Cancels all of your cast foreswing.

【Skill】:

(Locked)

[Tier]:

Jota Steps(9)

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In five years, everything has changed a lot.

"Eventually, everything will be back in the palm of my hand."

Leoz closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

In fact, he is not "Li Oz" at all.

He was just a blacksmith, a blacksmith who got the nickname "Leoz".

The infection of the void has torn him apart and broken, especially soul and life, none of which have returned.

As a blacksmith, he actually only has the name "Leoz".

The people at the institute fed his memories into him for research purposes.

His rich player experience and combat skills have temporarily shaken off his identity as a shy blacksmith and turned him back into the warrior with a rich resume.

After defeating these two girls, he got the habits and hobbies of Li Aozi again, and it was not until this moment that part of the personality belonging to Li Oz was gradually formed.

Includes [Dark Light].

Unfortunately, the blacksmith does not have [charisma], and cannot really drive this arcane power, and the real battle has to rely on the power of the void.

However, the Void is different from [Society], and the Void Dao is called the "Seventh Path", although there is no opportunity to ascend to the gods, but there are also Void Lords and Void Lords who are comparable to the gods for promotion.

"The boy with the Elai Spirit Clan and the Power of the Pegasus has been cleared...... But I can't drive them for the time being, so it's okay. ”

Others, such as [Soul Swordmaster], [Bloodline], [Waning Moon], etc., Li Aozi didn't know where to look for them.

Anyway, looking at it now, there is no [charm] blessing. Except for [Bloodline], nothing else helped him much.

In contrast, the most important thing is to get the "soul" and "charm" of Li Oz.

"Only by getting these back can we completely combine the 'Li Oz' ......"

But, if you do that.

The blacksmith hesitated.

He was just an ugly and stupid blacksmith who got the name "Leoz".

He really ...... Is it Leoz?

In other words, if Leoz returns, then where should he, as a "blacksmith", go?

It is true that Li Oz's life was magnificent, but his quiet life as a blacksmith was insignificant?

- So what is all this?

His eyes glowed purple with emptiness.

The path before the blacksmith was divided into two:

In the end, keep going and combine them into the whole of Li Oz.

Or, so far, with the knowledge, experience and ability of Li Oz, he has survived this life?

As Li Aozi, he became famous all over the world and galloped through the sea of stars, but lost his self as a "blacksmith".

Or return to the stable life of a blacksmith, abandon the legend of Li Oz, and live a calm but real life.

Leoz, Leoz......

The blacksmith held his forehead.

- Which one is the real "me"?

"Oh, you were able to kill those sisters."

A flirtatious voice rang out.

The blacksmith turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound—the man who had black hair like inky night, gray eyes like zircon, and an incomparably handsome appearance, even if it was a stone, would be moved.

He approached step by step, and his appearance gradually coincided with the "Li Oz" in the blacksmith's memory, but it was completely different.

Li Oz does not have that frivolous and casual temperament.

"I didn't expect you to be a powerhouse at the level of a high-table knight."

Gaslin smiled slightly, and then immediately changed his face:

"But in the face of my gravity, all in vain!"

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers slightly.

Ping Pong –

The fluctuations of gravity quickly swept through space, and the world was impressed by the beauty that Gaslin inherited from "Li Oz", and he willingly allowed time and space to freeze.

The blacksmith's body was stiff and fixed, and he watched the beautiful young man in front of him have a golden circle of light blooming in his eyes, and walked forward leisurely.

"I'm different from you who can only be strengthened by relying on the void. This beauty is a product of the creation of the universe and the world, and it is a manifestation of the world's preference. ”

Gaslin approached the blacksmith with his hands in his pockets and a smile:

"No matter how strong you are, the world will always be on my side!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed down:

"4,000 times gravity—"

Syllable!

Before he could finish speaking, a volley flew a side kick that hit him in the head, and Gaslin was immediately kicked out, rolling on the ground for a few weeks, and looking up in disbelief:

"No way, I'm obviously standing still! How could you-"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a bright figure instantly sweep up and fall in front of him, and his gray eyes immediately met a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Polina—"

"Your abilities don't seem to work against my blood, against my soul, Gaslin."

Polena raised her hand and grabbed Gaslin's neck, filled with a terrifying aura of primal oppression.

She tilted her head slightly, and silver runes appeared in her eyes:

"Shevan, Evely, Narta, Durin...... Everybody's dead, all of you blame, Gaslin. ”

"Uh-uh, it has nothing to do with me-"

"These eyes," Polena said lightly, "these eyes let me see everything." ”

Gaslin's eyes froze:

"You ......"

"I saw the truth of all this, and I saw the essence of your handsome appearance, only a poor, humble soul, and a baby-like life."

Polena gently lifted Gaslin's neck, grabbed the other man's neck, and said:

"Gaslin, as an android, you must be very bitter......"

"Shut up! Polena! What do you think you're about-"

"Yes, of course I'm nothing, I'm rich, powerful and have a background, of course I haven't suffered the hardships you have suffered, I'm just an innocent and perfect daughter. But even if I'm like this, I have some bottom-line principles similar to you civilians! ”

Polena exhaled and said lightly:

"And I only have one bottom line......"

Gaslin's neck was light, and he fell to the ground.

"That's—"

He raised his head, and Polena turned her back to him, like a disdainful victor, leaving a contemptuous mercy:

"Don't move the baby."