Roland's mind was wandering.

The transfer of the Key of All Souls has finally gone from an imperceptible miracle to a traceable state to him.

In the infinitely elongated sense of time, he only felt as if he was tracing in an endless ocean, and only a curtain of light composed of strange brilliance remained in his perception.

There is no difference between heaven and earth, truth and miracles are at his fingertips, just reflected by the glimmer of light, Roland feels that his mind is being filled with all kinds of inexplicable knowledge.

But Roland didn't have the heart to sort them out at all, just looked at the waves that were rolled up.

Every wave is a direct reaction between the world's collisions and the collision between the world's worlds, and the collision and friction between truth and rules.

Some are strong, some are weak, but in this ocean, strength and weakness are only the most insignificant part.

"Is this where the world is?"

This rare spectacle made Roland take a deep breath and feel his own insignificance once again.

The first difficulty in navigating this ocean is whether you realize that you are in the ocean, there is no scale of time and space, and the seemingly fierce collision of the waves of the world is almost infinite to ordinary senses.

If you just succeed in breaking free from the universe and then act rashly, eighty percent will also become part of the mass in this ocean.

So in order to avoid this, the second hurdle is to find the reality that carries itself.

Roland looked at the Key of All Souls, which wrapped himself and rode the waves of the ocean with ease, and once again raised his assessment of its theoretical personality and possible ceiling.

If it weren't for the tricks, if I wanted to survive here, I would only have to rely on luck.

This is evidenced by the fact that the more he advances, the shorter he becomes, and in the month of the moon, Roland can pause the world's time for a long time, if he wants to, or let himself live in a world of near stagnation for decades by accelerating alone.

But as the Key of All Souls dives deeper and deeper, Roland could feel that his view of time was being shortened and forcibly broken, which made him frown slightly.

After being with the Key of All Souls for so long, it would definitely be a lie to say that he fully understood the nature and ability of the other party, but Roland still more or less mastered the other party's usage.

Although it can travel between worlds and locate to a certain extent, the results of the key to all souls are still very random.

Even if Roland can use his will to narrow the range, and as his own personality and magnitude increase, this range will become more and more accurate, but in the final analysis, it still depends on the Lost Pact Spirit as a beacon.

While the worlds in which the Covenant Spirits are Wandered are not necessarily based on their strength or weakness, there is no doubt that the strong worlds are more attractive to the powerful Covenant Spirits.

The extent to which the rules can be interfered with by the quality of one's own reality is a trick Roland uses to judge the strength of the world.

"Has even the passive sense of time been distorted? This depth ......"

Roland muttered softly to himself, feeling the pressure for the first time in a long time.

Although it would not be a good idea to be prepared to use the power associated with the mass of the universe as a prize, Roland's instinct still produces a tactile sensation like an electric shock when he really touches it.

Although he doesn't regret it.

Even if Roland has reached a point where material wealth cannot bring satisfaction, there is still a sense of urgency.

The Key to All Souls is so strong that if he wants to sink, he can sink at any time.

He realized this from when Roland flashed in his mind when he faced the incoming Sea of Life in the wrong world, whether to use the function of the direct return type moon to escape,

Give up stupid adventures, become the master of the world, start enjoying the same length of pleasure as the rest of his life, lead the times with his own heart, and create a world like a boat in a bottle for his own amusement.

These thoughts still feel tempting to Roland, who has now made a decision, because he once feared the possibilities that arise from the endless world.

But Roland is not ashamed of this, in the end, this feeling is just a primer for greed and his own strength, and it is because of this that he has to cherish the return of the Key of All Souls can still be used as a guarantee, and fight for everything he can for himself.

And this sense of reverence for the Almighty world is the best beacon of His path.

"So, let's get started......"

With Roland's will, the Key of All Souls also completely rushed into the waves of the target.

As always, with the power of the Key of All Souls, he began to be in tune with the world.

If the Alaya of the Moon is composed of the greatest common divisor formed by the subconscious of countless human beings, then the existence composed of the instincts and cognitions of most human beings is the world in Alayya's mind.

The same is true of the Key to All Souls' method, by adjusting the rules of the channels, overlapping Roland's masses into the world, resulting in a murmur of dissonance, but the existence of the rules.

This will not allow the world to detect the invaders at the first time, be targeted by the will of the world that does not know whether there is or not, and even eliminate it with actions, but also allow Roland to learn from this, adapt to the power of the new world, and use the abilities from different worlds.

Of course, if Roland takes the initiative to jump out like he did in the moon, causing the noise to be too noisy and even the voice of the main channel is expelled, then there is no way.

With the completion of the final harmony, in the next moment, the reality of matter begins to emerge in a dense manner

- That's how it should be.

Before Roland began to officially set foot in the new world, an even more peculiar anomaly suddenly surged in front of him.

The moment he came into contact with the other party, Roland understood why this force was able to transcend the reality that made up everything and come to him first.

Because this power itself is much larger than the universe that makes up this wave.

Its mass is so large that it pulls all the surrounding waves to its side, and by virtue of its special connection, it forms a wave-like existence to hide itself.

To use an analogy, this relationship is akin to the connection between the universe and the root, and the independent universe is still part of the root.

In the blink of an eye, a huge amount of thinking and information was transmitted to Roland's mind, containing a heavy law of cause and effect.

After understanding the essence of this information, Roland also relaxed his vigilance a little, but his brows did not stretch, but wrinkled deeper than before.

Thankfully, the function of the Key of All Souls is very reliable, and he has not been discovered by the will of the world that does not know if it still exists.

This kind of transmission of information is just the top-level rule that constitutes the foundation of the deep world, and it is just a simple function.

When a certain level of magnitude and person is perceived, this function activates on its own.

And this also means that for this world, a monster of Roland's magnitude is not a unique existence.

But it wasn't that that made Roland wonder, but ......

"The power of concepts?"

That's right, what the world conveyed to him was the power of concepts, and they were thoughtfully delivered to Roland like a carefully wrapped gift.

And unlike the concept that the moon already has the concept of the principle of love and desire of a spokesperson such as Kamor, the concept here is still pure power.

In other words, as long as Roland wants to, he can devour it and become one of the phenomena directly connected to this world.

Of course, in addition to the fact that these concepts can be swallowed up so easily, it is precisely because they have never given birth to a true will, they are still just an unclear chaos, and the power they can provide is somewhat less than that of the completed concepts.

But even so, it was a shocking gift.

To put it mildly, this kind of treatment is even closer than when Roland was in the moon, and it is closer than the black mother who invested in him from the beginning.

After crossing the world several times, even if he was not regarded as an alien invader by the will of the world, Roland was treated at best by being treated as part of the native creatures by the world that was fragmented and unclear because of the fault of the land, and treated them equally.

It was only after he had established a foundation and revealed a new future by writing himself into the Akaxia Records that he was strongly supported by the Child of Destiny.

So, that's what makes it seem weird.

Roland has no intention of complaining about this kind of treatment in the world, because this is the proof of vitality and potential that he takes for granted.

It is true that the root is not as tendentious as the inhibition force, but it is precisely because it doesn't care about anything, at most it is just like the fault of the land, and it is Roland's own efforts that exchange its tendency.

And now, if he gives himself the concept of the universe itself, if Roland runs away after prostituting it, he is essentially digging up a part of the world, even if this power is not worth mentioning for itself, but it should not be so.

This kind of behavior of ignoring other and even one's own interests and throwing money indiscriminately when the conditions are met can no longer be judged by individual or world values.

“…… It's like some kind of device. ”

Roland pondered for a while, feeling that it was like a coat, approaching himself with instinctive nature, and he had not yet awakened the concept.

"Karma, Shadows, ......"

The first few didn't surprise him, but the last one silenced him for a while.

The Yin of the Two Rites is a mixture of the power of the roots of the past and the aura that was mixed with him in the last future incarnation, and it is regarded as a new concept.

"Change? Still unknown......"

Roland muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

So, what does he do next, get straight into the process?

Thinking for a long time, knowing the multiplicity and thirsting for thought...... Ahem!

Roland coughed lightly, resisting the desire to devour it immediately, and simply hid these unborn concepts in himself, and then took a slight step forward, intending to observe the state of the world first.

Eating indiscriminately will not be the courage of gold for things of unknown origin, but the stupidity of disdain even for the darkness itself.

Then, after his body felt the real matter and the gravity from the planet again, Roland's movements paused slightly.

What appeared in his field of vision was not a shining, incomparably clear blue sky. Rather, it is a scarlet color of harsh red and dull gray.

The scarlet color was the wail of dead magic, a symbol of the blood that flowed from the planet beneath his feet.

The dull gray, the ashes scattered by the continuous stripping of the dead earth, are the wreckage of the planet that has lost its value.

There is no living creature in sight, a barren land.

Potholes and cracks that can be seen everywhere in the distance.

This scene is almost like Roland's impression of the wasteland world after the nuclear war because of his uncontrollable desire and technology.

"But the wasteland world doesn't have such deep and heavy magic."

Roland shook his head, rejecting the speculation of which technological world this was, and reached out and grabbed the black ash that was lined up beside him.

Even though it was completely dead, the ashes shimmered with a faint blue light.

They fill the atmosphere, radiating the resentment of the dead planet like a host.

If ordinary people touch it without protection, the skin will be burned through instantly, and even the internal organs will be melted.

Walking on a lifeless land, Roland indifferently observed everything around him.

Although this scene seems to fit well with his style and even concept, even the karma and darkness that are in harmony with the environment are not touched by the concept hidden in him.

In this barren and savage land, there are no so-called rules at all.

It's more like the fixed ending of the moon, the Land of Steel, than the wasteland.

On this iron-gray desert star, there are only beings who obey the most primitive laws of strength and weakness.

Yes, although the environment here makes it impossible for humans in the conventional sense to survive, life will always find its own home.

Through the vision of the world, Roland has found many traces of battle left by living beings, and combined with the previous signs, he also has a vague premonition about the truth of this world.

Following the traces of the magic that did not hide his thoughts, Roland quickly found the clues he needed.

Inside the crater where it fell, fragments of steel were scattered.

While it is almost impossible to find the traces left behind by the black-and-gray wreckage that has been twisted into a mass of black and gray in the heat, it is not so difficult for Roland today.

In a strange white light, the wreckage turned into a small fluorescent box, and with a slight twist of Roland, the box projected a large picture into the void.

In addition to the astonishing precision of the maps that Roland had acquired in the past, there was something depicted on them in an unfamiliar language that he had never seen before.

With the help of the privileges leveraged by the concept, Roland easily understood the meaning of those languages.

This is a map of the distribution of forces.

It depicts the presence of different ethnic groups in the territory with detailed distribution.

After seeing the leaders clearly, Roland subconsciously sighed.

"Celestial Wings."

This unique name, coupled with the language called Goblin Language, makes the truth of this world self-evident.

Any kills are banned, everything is decided by the game, and the world is quite interesting both in terms of the world view and the story.

Game for life.

Roland turned his head and looked around him at the purgatory-like scene.

However, judging from the timeline, there are still 6,000 years that cannot be crossed before the story in his impression was born.

So, now it is more appropriate to call this new world, it should be

Roland muttered.

"- Game Life Zero?"

(End of chapter)