Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 797 The God of Time and Space Who Speaks the Truth Without Reality

Lowry opened the window and looked at the dazzling starry sky outside, but inexplicably felt a little cold.

His personality was already set in stone, and he found it hard to accept that after struggling to the end, he was just someone else's puppet.

However, his bloodline and intuition remained silent.

It all seemed so natural.

If she hadn't still had a shred of reason, Lori would have wanted to follow the Tree of Bloodlines directly to find the Nine-Faced Dragon God, Aio.

Even if he were the one who benefited, he would still feel uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, it was the God of Time and Space who told him everything.

Although the old man didn't explain his experiences in detail, Lowry could hear the terror and torment in his voice.

Perhaps, if he had taken one wrong step, there would be no current God of Time and Space, Trash.

Lowry is not afraid of hardship, nor will she back down because of excessive pain.

He actually has a very strong will.

Even if he lived like a flower in a greenhouse... such a flower could not possibly persist in reading those memories to the end when he had a splitting headache, until his mental strength was sufficient to support reading a large amount of Gu Long's memories.

Based on his growth rate, Lowry should actually only be able to read the memories of adult dragons.

That's because he has such great talent that he can directly overcome the limitations of a young dragon.

Lowry's mental strength is indeed among the strongest in humans, but the Bloodline Tree is only for magical dragons.

Even the weakest magical dragon is born with an intelligence of 16 points, which immediately surpasses 20 upon reaching adulthood, and then continues to rise steadily.

This was obtained by trading a Magic Dragon's constitution, which is generally below 30.

A typical dragon's constitution will exceed 20 points upon reaching adulthood, and it will only grow stronger and stronger, never stagnating.

Magic dragons alone won't do.

After all, things will definitely be different once elemental energy replaces flesh and blood.

Of course, dragons mainly rely on their natural armor for defense, and magical dragons with magical shields constantly attached to their armor are actually more difficult to fight.

It's essentially trading physical strength for intelligence; there's still little difference in combat power.

Just avoid wandering around areas without magic.

Therefore, Lowry has always been pushing himself to his limits.

He dared to do this because although his head hurt and his mind was in turmoil, he didn't feel like he was about to collapse.

Lowry guessed that the biggest side effect would be pain.

What is this.

Foreseeable dangers can sometimes be opportunities.

So, if his future also involves forging a path through hardship and adversity... then let him forge ahead!
He once built his empire through sheer, relentless effort.

If that's all there is to it.

I'm afraid...

Lowry gazed at the sea of ​​stars, wanting to ask the great being who made all this happen why they did it.
What use is there in someone as ordinary as him?

Or, to put it another way, what kind of story does the other party want to see? Can you give them a sample first?

But then he suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

Does his struggle and pain, his madness and his quest, really have any meaning?

If someone knows what the other person wants them to do, will they really do it?
Lowry shook her head, shaking off the suspicions that had suddenly resurfaced.

Regardless of what the other party is planning, at least for now, everything he is doing is something he is doing willingly.

Even if fate were the master, it would at most gently pluck a string when he was born, giving his environment more possibilities, but it would never arrange every path perfectly.

Lowry didn't believe his past was a carefully orchestrated plot.

After all, it's impossible to make such a melodramatic, complex, chaotic, and abruptly ended story appear perfectly natural.

Unless there is a being so powerful that they are willing to transform into all things just to put on an extraordinary show that lasts for hundreds of years, there will inevitably be some awkward parts.

A performance is a performance.

Lowry, I really don't think I'm worth that much.

The God of Time and Space... doesn't seem like a fake either.

While there are indeed many incredibly powerful old beings in the multiverse, a performance that would even drag Asmodeus into such a mess is still highly unlikely.

The bottomless abyss may have the courage, but it doesn't have the ability.

Moreover, Lowry was at least certain that all his decisions stemmed from his own will.

Many things happen because of his sudden whims.

This pace is something no fixed storyline can keep up with.

Back then, he overcame his inner demons and proved that he truly lived in the real world; everything he did was the best proof of that.

Lowry didn't intend to let herself get caught up in a new round of wild thoughts about 'who I am, where I come from, and whether I am myself'.

Even the existence of players as far away as Trathir and Toril is not evidence of anything contrary to fact.

No game can exist in a world without players for an extended period, let alone have such a long storyline woven around it. Even if the goal is to make players feel the game's intricate logic, there's no need to start laying the groundwork from such an ancient era.

Even the most advanced AI cannot waste that much computing power.

Can……

Lori clenched his fist slightly... Actually, the simplest way would be for him to go to Toril and see the undead with his own eyes.

If what the God of Time and Space said is true, then Toril is indeed very safe now.

That overwhelming sense of familiarity made Lowry unable to resist placing a little trust in him.

He suddenly waved his hand, grabbed the broom, and plunged headfirst into the starry sky.

Casting aside all worries, Lowry swiftly traversed the clouds, accompanied by the howling wind, heading straight for the brightest star.

He needed a cathartic release.
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"Lorraine, are you alright?" Armes couldn't help but ask the God of Time and Space.

"What? Is something wrong?" the God of Time and Space replied casually.

"That live feather was a bit dull," Armies said honestly. "Lowry's animal companions are all just like him, quirky and unpredictable."

He rarely behaves so obediently.

"You don't need to worry, his bloodline is somewhat related to mine," the God of Time and Space replied calmly. "Not very close, but we do have some interaction."

He just hadn't expected that person to be related to him; they're probably looking up information right now.

Should we search within the dragon's memory palace?

Almes understood, glanced again at the half-meter-tall bird hanging on Katharina, and then turned to stare at the God of Time and Space: "I always thought you were a newly born god!"

“How interesting,” the God of Time and Space replied in surprise. “You yourself are of Greek origin, so you should understand that old and new are always relative, not eternal.”

Gods are normally immortal.

There will always be some interaction with new forces.

Armies smiled and said, "It was just a casual remark."

The personality and temperament of the God of Time and Space are the type he is least suited to.

Every word was the truth, and the tone was extremely sincere... If you have a sharp mind and enough knowledge, you can glean some insight from it.

But someone with only a smattering of knowledge like him can't even water a foxtail grass.

However, at least he could understand that the one who had some connection with the God of Time and Space was probably one of Lowry's ancestors.

That person, perhaps for some unknown reason, went to Trash and had some interaction with the God of Time and Space.

It may not be a good thing, but it's not necessarily an enemy either.

Over time, I might have some reflections.

Therefore, after a long time, the God of Time saw Lori, who had awakened the other's bloodline after countless generations, and couldn't help but give the child some hints.

Almes glanced at Night Owl Yakong again.

Regardless of how Lowry managed to transform his living being into a celestial being, Night Owl was indeed very suitable to be his eyes.

This creature does not like fighting, is good at hiding itself, and is even a rare celestial being that can exist in the shadows, but it actually has a very explosive temper.

Moreover, they are either a pair or a group.

A pair must be husband and wife, sharing vision and feelings.

If anything bad happens to Lowry, this guy won't just stand there doing nothing.

A common characteristic of celestial beings is that they are not afraid of death.

Night Owl Ya Kong is born with the ability to reincarnate; if something really happens to him, he can be resurrected by another person.

There shouldn't be any problem.

Finally relieved, Armies calmly asked about his own situation: "So, what do you intend for me to do, or what do you want me to do?"

“It’s nothing serious.” The God of Time and Space casually tossed out a ball of yarn. “As long as Hermes throws this out after he has achieved his goal.”

"This is... a fishing net?"

Although its appearance had changed due to being tightly wrapped, Armies, who was very skilled at this craft, recognized it at a glance.

"Made to resemble Rose's spider web, it works quite well." The God of Time and Space smiled slightly. "It's a good addition to Hermes's target."

"What do you know?" Armies couldn't help but tense up for a second.

"I am very good at controlling time and space," the God of Time and Space replied expressionlessly. "Therefore, it is impossible for me not to see the madman who is drilling holes in the Time Rift."

Almes nodded in realization: "Ten thousand years ago, I, Hermes, saw a half-human figure floating in the river of time there."

He even thought he was being affected by the Time Mark, which caused him to hallucinate.

So, that was you, wasn't it?

“That’s right.” The God of Time and Space looked at him. “This net is probably the only weapon that can be used in the river of time and space. It is woven with time as the warp and space as the weft.”

If Hermes could bind it to his hole, he would no longer be entangled in the mortal world.

Of course, that hole can only drift forever in the cracks of time and space.

There was no other choice but to sleep.

(End of this chapter)