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Furthermore, Zicomo discovered that there was a complete soul imprint inside the magic crystal.

Zicomo speculated that it was probably because the demigod's soul was so powerful that the mark could not be filtered out and was absorbed as part of the soul.

Of course, Zicomo wasn't worried that it would contaminate the magic crystals; on the contrary, he thought it was a possibility.

A possibility of resurrecting Rataen.

Because Ratahn's soul imprint is intact, Zikomo can easily separate it and preserve it separately.

He can upgrade the resurrection technology later, and then Ratahn can be resurrected again.

At worst, he also grabbed a handful of Ratahn's ashes.

Inspired by the mod players from his previous life, Zicomo wanted to try to summon Rataen with the Summoning Bell.

"Forget it, I won't think about it too much. The entrance to the Eternal City of Noklon has opened; it's time to go find my older brother."

The "elder brother" that Zicomo mentioned was actually an ashes.

Its name: Imitation Teardrop Ashes.

The effect is to consume a large amount of magic power to summon a clone that is identical to oneself.

Players call it "Big Brother" because it has excellent combat awareness and is fearless of pain and death.

With him, you won't even need to fight the boss yourself anymore.

You can ring a bell when you enter and then strike a pose.

The trip to Red Lion City went surprisingly smoothly; Zicomo barely had to fight.

I chatted with my brother-in-law about life for a while, and then the matter was over.

Sigh, I really hope that the gods and demigods later on can also be absorbed by him quietly like this.

Gods, demigods, and gods: Don't come any closer!

Instead of using Blessing Points to teleport, Zicomo rode a flying broomstick to the south of the Misty Forest.

(Torret: So, love can disappear, right?)

This place was originally a plain, but now a star has smashed a huge crater into it.

Due to the influence of the stars, a large number of pebbles are irregularly suspended in the pit.

That is proof that the earth has been shattered.

At the very bottom there is a hole; go through it and you will arrive at the Eternal City of Noklon.

This place was once a brilliant civilization, but unfortunately, it was destroyed because its people violated the taboos of the stars.

Punishment was brought down by the will of the stars.

He cast down Estelle, the “Dark Abandoner,” and used her gravity magic to sink the entire Norklon into the earth.

No, not just Norklon.

There are two other eternal cities: Nocstella and the Nameless Eternal City.

They were all buried deep underground, never to see the light of day.

As for what they all did?

Yes, they got a "hunting finger knife".

It is said that this thing can damage even the supreme will.

Ironically, these people are incompetent yet they shout loudly.

Now look what's happened, they've all become underground people.

Look how clever Lani is; she doesn't say what it is, she just says it's her destiny.

Moreover, they took advantage of the broken Dharma Ring, when the Supreme Will was unable to contact the border region.

No wonder she's Zicomo's wife; she's really smart.

…………

Just as Zicomo entered Norclone, Hermione and her two companions had already reached the fourth level.

This level is a giant wizard's chess set designed by their Gryffindor headmistress, Aunt McGonagall.

Yes, this is my aunt's preference.

Look at her expression when she used the phrase "the stone blocks were mobilized" in the original work.

Surprisingly, he showed a rare expression of excitement.

This shows how much she loved these giant stone statues.

"Wow, cool! I've never seen such a big Wizard's Chessboard before."

Ron exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the enormous chessboard in front of him.

"Now is not the time for marvels; we need to pick up the pace."

Harry was also shocked, but he did not forget his purpose.

As soon as he arrived at the chessboard on the other side, he was blocked by the soldiers' weapons.

"Obviously, we need to defeat them first." Hermione quickly understood the conditions for passing this level.

“Ah, this is exactly my area of ​​expertise.”

Ron stepped forward proudly.

"Come on, by the time you finish your game, everyone else will have already gotten the magic stone."

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically.

He pulled a second-generation magic grenade from his pocket.

"Push it back a bit."

After reminding the two, Hermione threw them away.

“I remember my cousin saying that this is the trigger spell.”

“Art is explosion, drink!”

"Boom boom boom!"

More than a dozen explosions rang out in succession, raising countless dust and debris.

Fortunately, Ron and Harry listened to Hermione and hid behind their own pieces.

Otherwise, you would definitely get hit on the head by the flying pebbles.

Ron was trembling behind Harry at that moment.

"Harry, I remember on Christmas Eve, Hermione said that wizard chess was barbaric, didn't she?"

If our way of playing is considered barbaric, then what is hers?

Ron's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Harry wasn't in much better shape at this point either.

He realized for the first time that Hermione had actually been quite kind to them.

"Why are you all so far away from me?"

Hermione turned around and saw that Harry and Ron were keeping a certain distance from her, which puzzled her.

The two of them swept over the pieces on the opposite side, all of which had been blown to pieces, leaving only half of their bodies intact.

"No, it's nothing," the two quickly replied.

They were afraid that if they spoke too late, Hermione would pull out a few more of those things from before and blow them to smithereens.

"Okay, let's go."

The little witch turned her head and walked forward, her steps brisk and powerful, displaying the demeanor of a big sister.

Harry and Ron followed behind, whispering to each other.

"We'd better avoid provoking her in the future, or we might not see the sun rise the next day."

"Yes, you make a good point. But I think there's one more person we absolutely mustn't mess with."

"Who?"

"Zicomo!"

"hiss!"

Ron gasped, clearly remembering what Hermione had been saying earlier.

This thing was probably made by Zicomo for Hermione's self-defense.

The two looked at each other and nodded heavily at the same time.

We arrived at the next room, where there was only a simple table.

There were seven bottles of magic potions on the table, and a piece of paper in front of them.

The door at the far end of the room was engulfed in flames.