This is the early spring I dedicate to you;

The oppressed cannot escape the fate of the oppressed wherever they go;

Most of the words on the stone carvings are blurred, and only vague remains.

He remembered the first time he had interacted with the sphere life, and he was deeply impressed by its sleek, almost eerie beauty.

Now, as he sinks deeper and deeper into the ball lightning, he is forced to connect with the mysterious orb of fate.

However, he will remember the beginning of his memory, the round sphere exudes a peaceful and quiet temperament, so that Yuzu can't help but feel close and loved, this feeling, even if he thinks back now, feels a little incredible.

Unfamiliar.

For the universe of possibilities, the boy who doesn't know where he came from is hesitant, he is like a sponge absorbing water from all directions, racing against his fears.

Thinking back to the time he has spent now, perhaps only when the sphere life appeared, there was a moment of true peace in his heart, as if he had returned home.

But then, he wandered again, and now in this world, he is back to the state of rootless duckweed, and in the vast ocean of the universe of possibilities, he is alone, even more uncomfortable than before he lost his memory.

Imply......

It means that you once had a home.

The spherical life, like an anchor, remained in the deepest part of his heart.

Feeling the deep depression around her, Yuzuya began to explore the temple in front of her.

Dead branches and leaves were scattered on the cold stone surface, and the crow priests calmly felt the subtle fears around them, and they were pervasive, filling all the voids with their lives, with an indescribable ferocity.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the temple, and in his mind, it seemed as if a rose bloomed that would never wither.

It's so bright, like pus that can't be dissolved, with an eerie gelatinous texture.

"You're here?"

A voice rang out from the bottom of Yuzuya's heart.

"I'm curious, how are you still alive?"

"Who put you in my garden?"

"Intruder, your knowledge is like a bundle of dirt in the desert, barren and fragmented."

"You crossed the line, why can't you remember the lesson?"

"Damn, it's ......"

The mechanical tone solemnly spoke the verdict, and finally, slowly, indistinctly.

Echo, it is constantly diluted.

As the intonation repeated in the cavity, Yuzuya's form turned into an oval ball of intense helium flashing, as if something was passing quickly from his body.

The High Priest frowned, his surroundings blurring beyond the reach of the senses.

"You're just a set of data!"

"Since you're coming again, let me kill you again!"

The stiff tone suddenly came alive, and the energy of the crow's sacrifice was instantly emptied, and then its body instantly turned into a simple lime sculpture!

Before Yuzuya's expression could react, it froze instantly!

How can it be?

Intense fear was accompanied by a fluttering physical separation, as if there was some kind of great attraction that swallowed him up into the white points of light!

Then a familiar tone rang in His head!

You're dead! Please watch the ad rebirth! 】

[You can only resurrect once a day!] Little fool~】

[No matter how strong you are in the Pure Land, it is fake, come and cultivate the Great Luo Golden Immortal in the Ling Domain! ] The gold medal instructor points to the finger and clicks the link below to experience the ...... for free! 】

In just a moment, a violent absurdity filled Yuzuya's heart, and he seemed to be a worm in the sand, unable to see anything clearly.

Damn it.

Yuzu clenched his palms unwillingly, and the violent frustration made him speechless!

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the inside of the balloon that the real truth has never been able to be glimpsed.

The crow sacrifice was panicked and lost.

His four doppelgangers died and rose at the same time!

Terrible......

His time was turned back, not just his own time, but most likely, the entire universe of possibilities!

It's like a dialed clock......

The sea breeze blew, Yuzu was covered in cold sweat, he could no longer be indifferent from above, the throne on his body was crushed by a pair of big black hands, and it was restored by the mysterious power!

Weird and magical.

The Raven Sacrifice was silent.

Now he was still immersed in the scene before he died, and now he had too many guesses, but he didn't dare to move anymore, and stayed away from the area that he wanted to transform into a copy.

Let the cute shrimp explore for yourself.

After calming down, Yuzuya sensed where he was, and at the moment he seemed to be on an isolated island in the middle of an ocean.

Breathe, keep breathing.

The world of the dead is so quiet.

Yuzuya palmed his hands into fists, feeling his heartbeat, and his belated senses swept over.

"Thirty-one years before my father died, I raised my pistol at my brother, hoping that it would remember me, but he never wanted to die with me, even if he sold his body.

"The country where no road is left behind is gone, we used to eat big pots of rice, and now, the world is like a zoo.

"I sensed that my faith was beginning to waver. I became a prisoner of forgotten history. The spirit of the times is slowly languishing, the motherland, it lies in the dust of the galaxy.

"What drove me here;

"Mother, who am I......"

Yuzuya seems to have read a bloody letter, and he is pulled down from the altar high above.

Barren, the Raven Sacrifice lost his life in the empty universe, he deviated from the territory of the great civilization, and the pomelo at this moment is like the Xilai civilization to the universe.

Nemo Point.

There's no life around!

Except for Him, except for Himself.

At this moment, Yuzuya, like ball lightning, felt the fear of being gazed at by a high dimension.

Is it hard to reduce the possibility to zero?

That kind of ridicule is like Yuzuya's contempt for the black hole of Xilai civilization;

You're just a glass ball.

It's ridiculous to be so proud.

The cold, congealed blood made his gaze begin to show a calm rage.

Yuzu was wrapped in powerlessness, he was in the mud of the deep sea, where he could not see, he was bound by layers of shackles, they built an impermeable wall, and he was just a clever ant of his own.

After wearing the mask for a long time, I really forgot who I was.

On the first day of the launch of "Sequence Gate", it changed the trajectory of the lives involved.

This also includes its nominal founder.

The castle altar, the sloping garden, where everything grows, but it is clear that there are uncontrolled factors.

There are too many demons and monsters crawling out of the grave, the Void Demon begins to breed, and the Correction Protocol is constantly being revised, but the high-dimensional invasion never stops!

It's an interesting pattern.

I don't know if you can really build a brave and fearless team, constantly resurrected, and with a very high growth potential

Fourth Plague!