Time, stop.

Voice, disappear.

Space, darkness.

A crack appeared out of thin air in front of him, and only one person could pass through.

John raised the Sword of Silver Wick, and the blade was partially destroyed, only a third remained.

The super magic crystal on the tail disappeared, and the majestic purple was made of magic.

John took a step, thinking that even if he was alive under the huge explosion, he would be missing arms and legs.

Now, that magic doesn't seem to have had much of an impact.

The mana crystal on the Limited Glove is destroyed, tentatively reaching the Sword of Silver Wick into the rift.

The moment he entered, the Sword of Silver Wick vanished.

John looked at his right hand in a daze, and it just disappeared.

Without warning, it was as if the Sword of Silver Wick had never appeared.

The space is still like that, if you don't go there, you will be trapped in it for the rest of your life.

John took a deep breath and took out his wand and clenched it.

When he saw his arm, John noticed that there was a golden mark under the skin of his left hand.

Unable to wipe it off, John saw the black mark on his other hand again.

"I can only go in."

He stayed in the space for a long time, and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

The pocket watch has stopped, and time has been frozen.

Summoning up the courage to step again, John walked towards the crack.

On the other side of the crack, there was nothingness.

There is no distinction between up and down, and countless broken lenses are spread in every direction.

If Blurry Illusion is the art of minimalism, then here it is complex and gorgeous.

When the foot stepped on the lens, there was a creak, and the mirror fragments seemed to be shattering in the next second.

John stood on it with his whole body in mind, and the mirror did not break.

He didn't know where the exit was, so he could just keep going.

At the same time, he found that his sword was not there at all.

"Did it fall somewhere?"

After some thought, John went in one direction.

I don't know how long I walked, but John came across a mirror as he walked.

The moment he touched it, he saw the reflection in the mirror change.

An unkempt man was adding something to the cauldron, he looked crazy, and his wife came to him and hurled insults at him, and he chopped off his hand and threw it into the cauldron.

His wife was scared away, but he didn't care, and he continued to refine it for ten years.

But until he was about to die, he still said that he didn't get what he wanted.

John stared at the mirror thoughtfully, then touched another mirror.

It is also an alchemist, he is different from the previous one, he has elegant manners, loves his wife, loves his son, and is kind to his friends.

It can be said that this is a very perfect person, a good husband, a good father, and a good friend.

But when they arrive at night, the man will always go to the secret base, where the alchemy materials are placed.

He lived a happy life, and gradually, his wife died, his son grew up and left home, and his friend lost a leg because of his adventure.

The man was even more desperate for that thing, and he soaked in the material day and night.

At the age of fifty, he eventually died in that secret base that no one knew about.

Immediately after the next, and then the next.

Every one of them is like this, they are happy, they are sad, they are rich, they are poor.

Without exception, they are all alchemists, travelers who never stop on their quest.

Suddenly, in the next mirror, the reflection inside changed to a man, and he looked at John with a smirk.

"John Wick, it's great to be here."

John realizes that this is not a reflection, but a living person.

No, it doesn't seem quite right to say that people are alive.

John looked warily at the man who emerged from the mirror, dressed from feathers like a large white bird.

Probably in his twenties, with a walking stick made of oak in his hand.

"You know me?" John asked.

The man smiled, walked out of the mirror on his own, and said, "Of course I know you, I know every alchemist, you are the most special one, and you have arrived here after a flash. ”

"Time flash?" John followed the other man.

"It's just time jumping wildly, the last time I saw someone has become a white bone, and you are the only one who can come over."

His eyes are pink, as if he can see through people's hearts.

A door appeared in front of him, and the door looked ordinary, and it seemed harmonious and awkward in this space.

The man stopped, turned to look at John and smiled, "You are one of the few people who have been here for so many years, you can call me Alchemist Zero, and this place ......"

Alchemist Zero pointed to the door, and said loudly with solemnity and solemnity in his tone: "This is called the Gate of Things, and only those who have reached the peak of alchemy can reach the other side. ”

John looked at the simple door, and did not see anything special.

The undying John used insight, and at this moment, the door in front of his eyes changed, and countless chaotic garbled characters rushed into his brain.

John's face turned pale and he took two steps back, gasping for breath and not daring to look again.

"Being able to discover the special nature of the Gate of Things, you are better than I thought."

Alchemist Zero looked appreciative, patted John on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Go, that's your reward, open the door of things, and you can get everything you want, whether it's magic, money, or status." ”

His voice was very seductive, but John looked up at him, his deep gaze penetrated people's hearts, and asked coldly, "So...... And at what cost? ”

Alchemist Zero didn't expect this question, he was stunned, John had already straightened up, and said calmly: "The basic law of alchemy, there is no gold in vain. ”

"You're smart." Alchemist Zero put away his smile and said lightly, "Those alchemists who came here have basically forgotten about this matter. ”

He didn't hide it, and said: "The price, any price, it could be your arms, or your eyes, or your body, or even ...... Soul. ”

When he said the last two words, Alchemist Zero smiled again and said, "You don't seem to lack these, the Gate of Things is the highest reward for an alchemist, and you will not be willing to give up your status above the Philosopher's Stone." ”

With that he said no more, John looked at the door quietly.

The Gate of Matter is the supreme existence in alchemy, capable of refining everything, even the most forbidden souls.

As long as you push it away, any wish can come true.

Correspondingly, he needs to pay a price, which is equivalent exchange.

From the moment he entered this space, John was thinking about how to go back, and the Gate of Things seemed to be a good choice.

John walked over, and as he passed by, a sneer appeared in the eyes of Alchemist Zero, with mockery.

When he reached out and was about to touch the door, John paused, turned back and said, "The highest reward for an alchemist?" ”

"Of course."

Alchemist Zero nodded without hesitation, but John smiled and asked, "Have you seen a man named Nicol Lemay?" ”

"Nicol Lemay?"

Alchemist Zero was stunned for a moment, and John's body suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of him.

The wand in his hand was clenched backwards, and Alchemist Zero did not react, and there was a cracking sound in his neck.

The tip of the wand passed through like a viper, and when it was drawn, Alchemist Zero's body collapsed.

He couldn't believe it, and his expression became increasingly hideous.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He clutched his neck and spoke with a hissing sound of leaking air.

John looked disdainful and sneered, "Have you forgotten that we just met outside. ”

"Aixis."

A drop fell from the tip of the wand, not blood, but something as black as ink.

Before being dragged into the space, John saw the face condensed by the curse.

He was no stranger, as the owner of that face used to torture himself every time he used a soul potion.

Ixis, creator of the Dementors.

His youthful face appeared in the space, and John's wand tried to use magic.

Well, no.

But this reassured John, for him, no one can use magic, isn't this John's happy house.

"Nicol Lemay has refined the Philosopher's Stone, he is the greatest alchemist deservedly, he has not even come, how credible is what you say?"

John's face was sarcastic, and Axis could not have imagined that Nicol Lemay had survived until now.

That's why when Axis heard Nicol Lemay's name, he was so stunned.

Knowing his identity, Ixis grimaced, but soon he burst into laughter.

"John Wick, it's thanks to you that I'm here and because of you, I can wake up again."

Axis raised his eyebrows with black threads suspended around his body like a cocoon, and said with a sarcastic look on his face, "In return, I will make you my new work of art." ”

"Not necessarily."

John sneered, his wand tightened.

This old Yin Bi actually pretended to be an NPC to deceive himself into opening the door of things.

Gan!

See if I can get it and you're done!

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