Mason felt like he was in a dream.

It was a strange dream in which he was lost in the most horrible hell, and was about to be thrown into the oil pan by a laughing Mephisto with a burning fork in his leg when a black pirate ship rampaged across the lava lake and knocked Mephisto down at the shouts of a strange pirate captain.

Then the bastard captain invited himself to join his pirate group, and promised to introduce his sister to him, and then on the day of the blind date, before he could see the lady, the dream suddenly dissipated.

In the blur of his five senses, Mason heard two voices arguing.

"Bastard! Don't disturb his mind with your empty will, he's not a fighter, you madman, he can't withstand the will test under your call of truth, and voila! His limbs began to shift to tentacles.

Roll on!

Get out of my lab. ”

"Oh, what are you shouting, I just want to play with Mason again, this guy is the shyest of us, and in terms of innocence, only Tyrion's peerless lover can match him.

It's really hard for such a cute little guy to get into our old fritters. Alas, alas, put down Judas! Your broken sword is too dangerous.

Can't I go?

Let's drink together when he's better, he hasn't joined the company yet, and he picked up a lost spirit, which fully proves that he is very suitable for this business.

Let me bewitch him so that he can do my job.

I'm tired of salvage. ”

"You want to be beautiful, let's be honest about your business, Mason is the head of logistics, although he is still a little young, but he will grow up quickly."

The two voices quarreled in the captain's ears, making his consciousness return faster, and his eyes gradually became clearer, and then he subconsciously moved his fingers to raise in front of his eyes.

But what catches your eye is the twisted flesh turning into strange tentacles.

This scene made Mason look stupid.

Then he realized that he might not have woken up yet, or that he had suddenly seen a vision, well, let's sleep a little longer, so he closed his eyes again.

"Get up when you wake up, don't stay in bed."

A familiar voice sounded in Mason's ears, and with a kind urging, the captain heard that this guy was the one who appeared in front of the main body of the World Gate before.

He hesitated, closed his eyes and said in a dumb voice:

"I warn you, if I open my eyes and see my hands turn into tentacles, I'll kill myself immediately, no kidding"

"Uh, wait a minute."

The voice hesitated, then shouted outside:

"Blake! Bastard! Take your power back to me! Finally, I warn you, or I'll let Tyrion come and talk to you. ”

"Let him come, who's afraid of whom."

The voice of the waves sounded in the distance, shouting:

"That guy is busy looking for someone, how can he have time to beat me? I'm not afraid of you, hehehe, newcomers always have to accept the workplace bullying of the old bird, this is the rule, this is . Alas, alas? When did you get back? You're not in. Wait a minute! Put Tesharak down! Bastard, shit! The beginning is the annihilation of all things, did I steal your mother-in-law? Such a big hatred, don't cut it off at the head!

It hurts to grow it back, bastard. ”

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, and then Mason felt a cold surge that almost froze his soul.

This made him unable to pretend to be asleep, so he jumped up from the bed at once, rubbing his arms and moving the water in his body to warm himself up again.

The power of the Void God had been drained from him, allowing him to return to normal, and in front of him, a guy in a strange robe was casually spreading a crimson magic shield to help him resist the terrifying frost surging from the outside world.

What absolute zero is no longer enough to mention under this crazy attack, what is even more terrifying is that this soul-freezing frost is only the aftermath of the battle in the outside world, and most of it is resisted by the spellcaster in front of him.

Are the people in this organization all monsters and madmen?!

Mason turned his head to look at the battle area outside, and in the quaintly decorated hall, the glow of the fireplace shone in an indescribable shadow in the midst of the chill.

The black cloak covered the body, and under the cloak there were the tendrils of ten thousand snakes, and the strange Void Mark was worn on the chest, and the whispering sound of nothingness stimulated the captain's mind.

This indescribable state was much more exciting than the appearance of a black strange evil god, and what was hostile to him was a dead and silent existence.

I couldn't see the exact figure, but I could see the black armor and the broken blade in the frost-wrapped storm, almost pressing the lightless evil god in the silence.

"Don't look over there, your soul will be drained by those two guys."

The "Man in the Light" kindly reminded:

"With your life form, you can't resist the 'blessing of truth' of the Silent One, nor the shattering soul of the Grim Reaper, for the sake of your consciousness, don't worry about them, lest I have to sew your consciousness back again, although it is not difficult, it is too much of a waste of time."

"Well, that's how you usually get along?"

Mason turned his head from the goodness of the stream, not looking at the hot battle outside, but at the spellcaster in front of him.

The latter was dressed in a strange crimson robe, with a distinctive quadrangular shape at the hem, streamers hanging down at the shoulders, and a pair of elegant glasses with black hair flying that obscured the strange pupils of his eyes like rings of ashes.

His greatest feature was a very strange diamond-shaped crystal on his forehead, which dotted there like a third eye, imbuing him with a strange charm of mysticism.

However, this guy is obviously a spellcaster, and instead of a wand, he wears a magic sword with a rather strange shape.

If I heard it right, this sword should be called "Judas".

Hmm, that's a weird name.

"I usually get along very well, but today the boss went to play mahjong, so the stinky pirate is a little too high, don't worry about him, he usually looks like this cerebellar atrophy."

The magician sighed and said:

"But it's not his fault, his strength determines that he is like a crazy metronome, swinging back and forth between sanity and madness, don't look at him now, when he is sensible, you will know that he can be more annoying.

Forget it, let's not talk about him. ”

The magician stepped forward gracefully, stretched out his hand towards Mason, smiled gently, and introduced himself:

"Merlin, my name is Merlin, Mason Riley.

You can call me 'Raven', I like people to call me that, but if it's more formal, you can also call me 'Lord of Vanity' or 'King of Hell'. ”

"Vain?"

Mason pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise, and said:

"You don't seem to be vain, you give me the impression that you are the best of this 'crazy god boys'."

"Of course, I like to do so, I care more about how I look in the eyes of others than I really am, and I always want to be looked up to by strangers and dispel my vigilance.

Isn't that the essence of vanity? ”

The smile on Merlin's face was even worse, sending chills down the captain's heart.

All right.

None of the three people here are good at stubble.

At this time, he is already surrounded by the Void Evil God, the Cold-faced Death God and the King of Hell, and now that he says that he doesn't play anymore, he wants to quit and it probably won't be too good.

"My name is Mason, Mason Cooper."

The captain stretched out his hand and shook it with the vain lord in front of him, who raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically:

"Put a locator on me? Are you serious? ”

"Uh, I'm sorry, my hands are slippery, I'm used to it."

Mason paused for a moment and withdrew the nanoscale locator he was hiding in his hand.

He glanced at the area he was in, which looked like a magic laboratory, and saw a glimmering crystal on the alchemy table in front of him, as if he was greeting himself.

He blinked and said:

"That's it."

"Oh, that's the Lost Spirit you brought back, what a lucky little one."

Merlin, the vain lord who seemed to be very talkative, stretched out his hand and lightly touched the hedron on the table, and the hedron on the table floated and fell in front of Mason's eyes, and he explained:

"This kid is too far away from Black's daily cruising and salvage range after falling into the Void, so he has not been found and rescued in time, and if he hadn't met you, he would probably have been swallowed by the Void Wrap.

In fact, his condition is already very bad.

If you go an hour or two later, he'll be"

The Maharaja shook his head and whispered:

"You saved you, Mason, and it's a testament to your talent for what you do, and our attention to you has paid off in this moment.

compatriot

Your fellow citizens lost in the void have been rescued because of you. ”

"He saved me."

Mason reached out and took the protected hedron in his hand, and he whispered:

"If it weren't for his constant messages for help, I would. Wait a minute! You just said compatriots? ”

The captain was startled, looked up at the smiling Merlin Riley, and said:

"Is that what I thought?"

"What do you say?"

Merlin asked rhetorically:

"Do you still think that those of us were born and raised in this multiverse born in fantasy and extraterrestrial reality? No, Mason, we're from the same place.

Everyone is a time-traveler.

Time flows at different rates in each universe, so you may have been here even longer than we are, and of course, it is true that we will complete the transformation of our second life faster than you.

But it's not your fault.

Just because we chose the path of power, and you chose the path that belongs to you, I guess, you should be a good craftsman when you are in your hometown."

"It's just a blue-collar worker who has just joined the company, and to put it mildly, he is a screw-playing operator, and he has some personal hobbies."

Mason waved his hand very modestly, after knowing that these guys in front of him were all traversers from the same hometown as himself, he also got a little close to these powerful guys.

He asked:

"What about you? What did you do before? ”

"Ah, once upon a time, the first life, it seemed like a million years ago."

The Vain Lord smiled, thought for a moment, and said:

"I seem to be a young teacher who admires mysticism, and maybe I am also biased, after all, I haven't remembered the past for a long time."

"Then you're too inferior, no wonder you're so weak now."

The fight outside had stopped somewhere, and the stinky pirate who had rescued Mason from his runaway power armor was leaning against the entrance door of the lab, covered in injuries.

He grabbed the flask and poured it into his mouth, waving his hand and saying:

"Uncle Ben was a serious seafarer before the crossing, the kind with a certificate, a brave and enthusiastic good man who fought the wind and waves, which may have doomed my fate with the sea.

Yo, Mason, help me repair the ship and use your super skills to make my little cutie a little prettier. ”

"The bottle you lost?"

Mason stared at the bastard in front of him with an unhappy face, he touched his head, and said:

"I guess there are many ways to send souls into the new world, right? Why do you have to break my head and bleed? ”

"Well, there's really no need to drain all the blood, don't you think it's great?"

The stinky pirate's eyes widened, and he made a fist swing and said:

"The feeling of a bottle hitting your head is fantastic, and the pleasure of opening a person's head is no less than the pleasure of a robbery, and I like the thrill of Super Smash Bros."

"But you may not realize that it has caused me a big psychological shadow, and it is so stupid to throw objects in the air or something!"

Mason grabbed his engineering wrench and walked to the pirate, and he said fiercely:

"I'm going to get it back, bastard!"

"Whoosh"

By this time, he had changed into an elf-style robe, and the cold-faced Grim Reaper, who was sitting by the warm fireplace and drinking hot tea, casually flicked his hand, and a bottle of wine on the table swirled towards Mason and was grabbed by the captain again, and the bottle fell in his hand under the wide-eyed gaze of the crumb pirate.

"Bang"

There was a muffled sound.

The aromatic liquor shattered in the glass slag, and the crumbs pirate did not move, but reached out and dipped the wine on his face and put it into his mouth.

He said helplessly:

"What a waste of this is the good stuff I stole from Cyber's bar, but well, I'm starting to like you kid, hey, I'm going to have a drink together."

The crumb pirate reached out and patted Mason on the shoulder, and said to him:

"You're going to be a very good pirate, I see the potential, why don't you give yourself a chance? As I said before, I still have a boatman missing from my boat. ”

"As he goes, his abilities can be used on a larger scale, instead of following you around the void all day and occasionally running to other universes to cause trouble."

The vain Maharaja glared at the stinky pirate, and he said:

"Isn't it time for you to go on patrol?

There's still a third of the Lost Soul's share this month, and if it's not enough by the end of the month, then it's me or Tyrion talking to you, friend, you don't want Cyber to be angry, do you? ”

"Hey, that thug can only talk with his fists, and he doesn't have any technical content at all."

The crumb pirate pursed his lips, but waved his hand very, picked up his captain's hat from the side and buckled it on his head, and said goodbye to everyone very elegantly, and finally made eye contact with Mason and strode out of the hall with a meaningful smile and a strange pirate song.

His sword hung in the air and followed him away as if it were alive.

It wasn't until hours after that sword that the black death sword on Mason's body crept up as if relieved, and was hidden back with a casual glance from the Vanity Maharaja.

Hey, hey, hey, they're all big guys, and they can't afford to be provoked.

"That guy with unclean hands and feet took away your Star Emperor Heart."

The cold-faced Grim Reaper, sitting by the fireplace, said in a voice with a peculiar accent with hot tea:

"Don't you plan to come back? I can help for free. ”

"That's the money to buy my life, it's an indisputable fact that he saved me, and I can't let my family run for nothing."

Mason sighed and said:

"It's a scourge for that thing to remain in my hands, anyway, I've figured out its blueprint and manufacturing principle, and now I'm only missing some materials, speaking of which, Lord Death, what did you do before?"

"Unemployed youth, anime dead house."

The cold-faced Grim Reaper said without raising his head, and then said:

"Just call me Tyrion, welcome to the Brotherhood of Shadows, Mason, I personally welcome you, your duties will be assigned by Merlin, do your job well."

"Hmm."

Mason nodded, and seeing that the cold-faced handsome man didn't intend to say anything more, he followed the vain lord out of the hall, while the elf Grim Reaper, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at his back, and only after Mason disappeared did he say in a daze:

"It's not him Dick, where the hell are you?"

"There's a good chance that guy has hung up."

The detrib pirate crept back in the shadow of the burning fireplace, and he leaned back on the couch and said to the Grim Reaper:

"I've traversed all the current universes, and I haven't had any clues after navigating the void for so long, do you still want to keep looking?"

"Maybe that ray of light hasn't been reborn yet."

Death sighed and said:

"Keep looking! We will not abandon any of our brothers! When hell freezes over! ”

(End of chapter)