Do you all know the future?

Chapter 33: Rules of Space and Time (Please Read)

Diane and her friends went to another porcelain shop and chose a small white bottle. It had no patterns or special craftsmanship, but the price was really cheap, and Diane didn't feel bad at all.

What really made Diane feel difficult was the bleeding. The maid hesitated and didn't want to hurt Diane. Diane felt impatient and was about to give an order, but the maid hesitated and started to act.

Golden blood flowed from Diane's hand, and the maid couldn't help but hiss. Diane was frightened by her startled appearance. After finally filling the porcelain bottle, the maid hurried to stop Diane's bleeding.

"Not really. It's just bleeding. It's not like I haven't done that before. What are you afraid of? You're making me tremble with fear."

Diane stretched out her hand, and the maid pressed it on the wound, slowly applying the healing ointment to try to stop the bleeding.

The spirituality of the holy blood helped Diane recover quickly. Diane felt the wound itchy, but the ointment was cool and it seemed that she no longer felt the wound.

"I can't bear to see my master bleed. It makes me feel heartbroken when I see my master bleed. I don't want my master to bleed either."

The maid carefully applied the ointment and gently lifted Diane's arm to blow on it. The gentle maid's eyes were full of worry.

"Were you scared last time? I had no choice, but the reward was good. After drinking my blood, I now have a loyal maid."

Diane was joking. He probably understood why the maid was stressed. At that time, in the swamp, Diane donated his own blood to save the maid who fainted from hunger.

At that time, he felt that he could not survive in the other world, and the maid gave him food. Driven by his conscience, he cut his wrists and fed her blood, hoping to wake the maid up.

Unfortunately, Diane was about to faint and failed to wake up the maid. After weighing the pros and cons, Diane took the risk and picked the fruit at the risk of being devoured by earthworms. Because fruit has spirituality, Diane thought the maid lacked spirituality.

In the end, the maid was able to wake up and save him from the earthworms because she was awakened by Diane's blood.

Although the Holy Blood had not been awakened at that time, Diane could clearly feel the qualitative change in the maid's feelings towards him from then on.

It started out as gratitude towards the benefactor, the love of the only believer, and perhaps a touch of attachment, but it was still reserved. Later on, it got out of control.

At the same time, the maid seemed to have a stress reaction to Diane's blood, and the stress reaction was quite severe, just like now.

"This is also for your loyal teacher. If the situation wasn't so pressing, I really hope you don't bleed at all. Just bleeding... would have a better effect."

The maid didn't want to see Diane bleed anyway. No matter if it was red blood or golden blood, in her eyes it was all bleeding. She could only imagine the taste of blood in her mouth, and then she could imagine Diane dying from excessive blood loss.

"Oh, I understand. Okay, stop making dirty jokes. You're trying to trick Teacher Isabella into drinking this white stuff, but she's not stupid. Forget it."

The effect is ten times better, how could Diane not know that? The problem is that Isabella is not a slut, she can even drink milk, which means that Diane has almost completed the strategy.

"If she drinks this amount of holy blood, she will become like that. Then you can let her drink anything!"

The maid released Diane's hand and felt the bleeding stop and the wound begin to heal. The worried look on her face eased. She picked up the bottle filled with Diane's holy blood and put the stopper on it.

"I don't want anything else. I just want her to deal with her husband with me, and then marry me and help you recover."

Diane's goal has always been very clear, without any deviation, which is to restore the maid. Everything else is secondary.

"More and more people are targeting me now. Only strength can make people feel safe."

Diane said helplessly, with the heavy pressure of the gods above his head, Diane had to take more radical measures to deal with it.

"Are you thinking about the woman you met in the porcelain shop? She certainly doesn't seem like a good person. She has the True Ice bloodline and looks like someone from the Tudor royal family. She was actually actively approaching the owner."

The maid who had a brief contact with the Queen commented that the other party's strength did not seem to allow her to be distracted, and it could only be said that she did it intentionally.

"Rebirth and prophecy have popped up, and I feel like I'm a hot commodity, being fought over everywhere! Everyone I see seems to be a conspiracy."

Diane felt a headache, and who knows what other weird things there might be.

"Don't worry too much. They are just ripples caused by your time travel. What they know is only partial. However, it can be seen that you brought the rules of time and space with you. Whether in the future or in the past, your existence is fixed. Whether it's a prophecy or a rebirth, you will appear."

The maid rubbed Diane's head to help him calm down and comfort him.

"It sounds impressive, but it's useless. Without hard work, we can't ascend to godhood without effort. Instead, we create so many uncertainties. Luo Lan originally said that I was going to play the pig to eat the tiger plot, but now it's become a tightrope-walking game where the fox borrows the tiger's power to bully others."

Diane complained that pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger was an easy way to play, but now it feels a bit troublesome. The version of Roland must have been conquered slowly, and when it comes to his version, he needs to increase the intensity and use medicine.

"No, no, Master, don't you feel that you are the protagonist? The laws of time and space are pushing you to become stronger quickly."

The maid has a different opinion. She is very clear about the power of the law of time and space. It can be said to be the basic law of the world and the basis for her to become a god. She understands it better than Diane.

"I definitely feel it. Troubles keep coming. It's like the plot is starting. Before, I barely encountered a single trouble in a month, but now it's trouble every day."

When Diane recalled the past three days, she could only sigh that it was really too hard. She didn't get to enjoy the wonderful campus life and had to suffer setbacks every day.

"But it did push the Master to awaken his spirituality earlier. According to Roland, it would have taken a long time. Anyway, the Master will be involved with Isabella in the future, so why bother with the method now?"

Knowing Diane's current dilemma, the maid directly used future events to justify Diane's current situation.

"I'm too lazy to think, too lazy to think..."

With his head leaning back, two soft pillows provided support, and Diane, who had lost blood, felt a little sleepy.

"Go to bed. The stool is not comfortable."

The maid saw that Diane looked tired and leaned forward so that Diane could lean on her chest more easily.

"Wait until the ointment wears off. Let me lean on you for a while. I need to replenish my maid energy."

Diane raised her hand and then put it down again. The medicine from the other world was magical and very effective in treating injuries. However, it was not a magical spell that could heal the wound immediately.

"There's no such thing as maid energy. Never mind, just pretend it's there. Master, take a rest..."

Diane felt at ease, and the maid was too lazy to correct her inexplicable words. Diane felt comfortable leaning on her, and the maid had no choice but to gently surrender, hugging Diane and singing softly.

"Uh-huh……"

Smelling the warm fragrance of the maid, Diane felt his eyelids heavy. It was uncomfortable to fall asleep while sitting, but he felt drowsy.

It is normal to feel some attachment to the first person you meet in this world. Exchanging each other's spirituality and laws creates an inseparable connection.

Diane slept very comfortably. When he woke up again, he felt so relaxed that it was hard to wake up again. His body was extremely relaxed. The maid's strange eyes stared at him with affection, and the ointment on his body was also cleaned off.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

It was still dark, and it was unclear what time it was. Diane had gone to bed too early yesterday, and naturally woke up early after getting enough sleep. Lying on her side in bed, looking at the maid in her thin pajamas, Diane asked curiously, "I've gotten enough sleep, but it's not time to get up yet. I want to see more of my master."

The maid's delicate hands passed through Diane's armpits and gently patted her back, appearing very affectionate.

"Ah, what's so good about it? I watch it every day."

Diane leaned forward, trying to recall the comfort before going to bed. Mrs. Eve was big, but cold and didn't have such a warm heart.

"Who knows what the future holds? I'd rather take a closer look at my child, my husband, and my master."

The maid's fair hand reached upwards, pressing Diane's head down, leaning it into the depths of the abyss, full of doting.

"You were so impressive before, saying that regardless of the past or the future, my existence is certain and the laws of time and space are driving me to become stronger. Now you're saying such depressing things again."

Diane nudged the maid according to the strength of her hand, and the older sister maid smiled and moved even more gently.

"I'm not being discouraging. I have the confidence to protect you. I just feel like I can't see you enough. I feel like the time before wasted. Now I have to cherish every opportunity to see you."

The maid thought back to her past life and regretted that Diane was not there at that time, otherwise she would have given Diane unlimited honor and favor.

"Come on, what's going on? If you don't tell me the truth, I'll scratch you."

Diane reached out her hand to the maid's armpit and tickled it lightly. The maid's body immediately responded and she let out a silver bell-like giggle.

"Actually, it was a nightmare, no, a sweet dream!"

The maid held Diane's hand to prevent him from moving, and fell into a dream, chuckling softly.

Flames, the flames rising into the sky dyed the night sky red.

Burnt flags and collapsed stone pillars were scattered all over the place.

Broken glassware and scattered gold and silver cups showed the chaos and disorder.

The horrifying scene spread, thick smoke billowed, and the smoke, accompanied by flames, slowly rose into the sky, like a pillar supporting the sky and reaching the sky.

The flames of the burning palace shone brightly, like the lights in the abyss of midnight, illuminating everything under the night sky, even the shadows in the woods were invisible.

There was nothing. Under the firelight, there was nothing. There was no living being, as if this space was cut off.

The high temperature of the flames made Margaret's heart even colder. The flames burned her skin, and the inner coldness bit her bones.

This kind of pain is far less than the battle in the abyss, with the blade piercing the waist and abdomen, nor is it as bad as fighting against evil gods, whispering and bewitching, not to mention hunting void creatures under the dazzling starlight of the astral realm.

It was just an ordinary fire, an ordinary fire that exploded simply because of a failed ritual. Greta's heart grew colder and colder as it burned, a complete chill in her heart.

Greta only felt her body growing heavier. The body that usually killed evil gods and demons with ease was now out of her control and she could not muster any strength.

Not only did her body fail to rise from the extraordinary to a divine being, but it was reduced to that of a weak mortal. Without the protection of the extraordinary, even ordinary flames could give her the illusion that her soul was burning.

Hatred, pain, despair, regret, calmness, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the statues of the gods in the flames became hideous.

Greta was about to die. The smell of fire filled her mouth and nose, and she felt suffocated. Greta's consciousness became increasingly blurred, merging into the flames, returning to the elements, and becoming her essence.

There was nothing worth holding on to. Faith, friends, and subordinates all put together, and Greta smiled.

The gods she believed in betrayed her, and she became a threat in the eyes of the gods as she fought for them.

The subordinates who followed her stabbed her in the back and became accomplices of the gods in order to become angel demigods under the gods' throne.

If the abyss could show its power at this moment, this strong resentment would instantly make the abyss have one more master.

Unfortunately, on the starless night, the power of the abyss is hidden. They have already made plans and will not give Greta any chance.

Human power, demonic power, divine power, all powers are blocked.

They didn't even dare to come forward, fearing that another miracle would happen to Greta.

"My temple is on fire and no gods are coming to save me!"

She cried out in despair in her heart, and in the final silence, only she responded, no one else.

In such flames, the Savior defeated countless demons, saved countless heroes and people, and extinguished the flames of the abyss.

When she needed saving, no one came, and she was about to die, killed by the gods and followers she once believed in.

She lit the sacred fire, but did not have enough firewood to burn, she was cut off from food, her subordinates stabbed her in the back, and her faith was severed. The gods betrayed her and did not grant her the guidance to heaven.

Greta's script can only lead to her failing to ascend to godhood and dying as a mortal, dying with hatred and anger towards the gods, and dying with her eyes open.

Her thoughts turned to ashes, and life seemed to have no meaning. Before, she didn't know what she wanted. She thought it was to become a god.

The pain of the burning fire and the bitterness of betrayal made her think she wanted revenge and torture the gods.

Transcending despair, she entered into endless disappointment, without expectation, calmly waiting to be burned. The crackling sound of burning was transmitted to her increasingly shallow consciousness. She might die in the next second.

What Greta wanted at this moment was a husband, an ordinary one, who would not let her die so alone. She wanted someone to miss her.

Greta wanted a child, and all her suppressed maternal instincts were poured out, giving him all her love and care.

She dedicated her life to the gods and the country, but forgot herself. In the last moments of her life, she just wanted to have a home.

"Where are you? A fire scene?"

A panicked voice responded to her wish, a completely different and incompatible spirituality, a shocking rule. Greta saw in the boy an epic and continuous civilization appearing in her mind in the form of a long river of time.

"Young man, would you like to make a trade?"

"..."

It was such a sweet dream, with hope in despair. The maid hugged Diane tightly, but Diane didn't understand why.

(End of this chapter)