The waves gently lap on the sand, and the sun shines on the earth.

The beach in summer is obviously desirable, not only because of the beautiful scenery of the blue sea and blue sky, but also because of the endless stream of bikini-clad beauties on the beach.

Townsend lay lazily under a parasol at the back of the beach, shirtless, dressed in garish but gregarious beach shorts, and drooping with a pair of flip-flops.

A coconut with a straw was placed on the coffee table next to the chaise longue, and a notebook spread out on his belly, on which he occasionally picked up a pen and sketched it.

"Are you journaling?"

A woman's voice came from the side.

Tang Sen tilted his head slightly, and the girl who spoke lay on the recliner next to him, stretching her body, and did not shy away from showing her slender thighs and capable waistline.

This is obviously a girl who often stays at the beach, her skin is a healthy wheat color, and there are traces of regular exercise on both her lower abdomen and arms.

Tang Sen's keen perception had long noticed that the other party was looking at him more than once - although he had changed to a more ordinary face, he did not have a temperament that could be restrained.

To put it in a shameless sentence, even if he changes to a mediocre appearance, Town's temperament is still as outstanding as a firefly in the dark. Ordinary people don't have the same experience as Townsen.

He once leveraged the big picture with the power of money on the Caribbean sea, led the undead army to be invincible, and captured the hearts of the dead with the power of mortals, and even the goddess was toyed with between applause.

He once led the dwarves through obstacles on the fantasy continent, conquered the continent's most powerful dragons, reclaimed the dwarven homeland, and even changed the creation music of Iluvita, uniting elves, dwarves and humans to end Dark Maia's ambitions.

He had faced the threat of the gods, but he still took advantage of the fire, walking the city of steel and steam in the name of the devil, stealing the power of hidden existence, and even using the wisdom of mortals to see through the conspiracy of the gods.

He once swept up the wave of change in the world of magic, gained countless followers with his words, and even subverted the development of a civilization and created a new civilization.

He is the leader of the undead legions, the creator and master of Mithril, the conqueror of dragons, the devil, the soothsayer, the magician, and the father of civilization.

These experiences condensed into a unique temperament, even if it was unintentionally emanated, was enough to make people ignore his mediocre appearance at the moment.

"Who keeps a diary for a serious person?"

Townsend was in a good mood, and was even willing to respond.

The girl sneered, she naturally understood what Tang Sen said, so she got up, walked to Tang Sen's side, and said, "Then I have to see if you are a serious person." ”

Her gaze glanced at the notebook spread out on Townsen's body, and saw the strange words and dazzling mystical patterns on it.

"What is this?"

"Magical Research Notes." "As for how to combine with the power of the mind through a specific way of magic, to create a spell that allows wizards to fly. ”

"Oh-" The girl got an unexpected reply, and was stunned for a moment, so she could only say, "Cool!" ”

"So, you're a game designer? Or a writer? ”

"Wizards, to be exact." Tang Sen closed the notebook in his hand, held the coconut in one hand, and took a sip.

The girl was immediately attracted by the muscle lines displayed in the upper body between Tang Sen's movements.

It was an outward manifestation of Townsend's extraordinary properties, and no one knew what kind of incredible power this seemingly muscular-not explosive body could burst out.

Of course, the girl was not interested in power, she licked her lips, lowered her voice, and said, "Wizard? So you can magic? ”

"A little." Townsend nodded.

"Can you show me a demo?" The girl sat down on the edge of Townessen's chaise longue.

Townsend could feel the other man's waist and thighs touching his own.

"It's not a good place to demonstrate, it's scary." Townsend Road.

"Oh?" The girl's eyes lit up, and she said meaninglessly: "It seems that you are very confident in yourself." ”

"I live not far from the side, if you don't mind-"

"I'm sorry." Townsend interrupted her, stood up, and stretched.

"I'm really a serious person."

He picked up his notebook casually, and Shi Shiran walked away.

"Wait! Me too! The girl suddenly became anxious, quickly stood up, and said, "I mean, it's okay to study magic, and I'm also a wizard!" ”

Townsend didn't stop, his voice drifting away.

"Don't be stupid, except for me, there are no wizards in this world."

There are no wizards, no magic, no supernatural abilities.

This is the real world.

Townsend had already understood this, having visited the most mysterious places in the legend and entered the most heavily defended places.

At least, he hadn't discovered anything supernatural so far.

He is the only transcendent person in this world.

Many things that are unimaginable to ordinary people are demanded by Townessen, and if he wants to, he can even set off unimaginable waves in the real world.

But there is no need.

The time in this world is just a rare time for him, he doesn't need to think about various plans, he doesn't need to face all kinds of dangerous vacation time, maybe he can go in and out of other worlds at will in the future, then this world may not be his main world.

For this world, he is just a passerby, and when his original identity dies, there is little bond left between himself and this world.

"And it's starting to get boring."

This time, Townsend spent nearly half a year in the real world, not to miss a leisure vacation, but to test whether there was a mandatory time limit for procurement tasks.

But now it seems that I am afraid not.

Also, since the time of one's journey to other worlds does not affect the real world, the time of the real world does not affect other worlds either, and perhaps, for higher-level beings, time is not so important.

Even if he stays in the real world until he is old, I am afraid it will not have much impact on the being who allows him to pass through the heavens.

"For the heavens and all the worlds, I am still too small."

"So small that you don't even have the qualifications to inquire into a higher level of existence."

"So, let's move on to the next world."

(End of chapter)