Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

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"..."

The Black Tower, across different timelines, evoked the same emotional turmoil.

Once, the boy who carried the girl home after school answered her question with those words.

"As long as you call out to me in your heart, I will appear by your side no matter when."

Then, the girl smiled sweetly.

"Then it's a promise. This is the second promise between Brother Mu and Xiao Ta."

Black Tower's pupils trembled.

She remembered... she remembered everything...

In the final moments before the plane crashed, the name that came to mind was—Qi Zhimu.

Qi Zhimu doesn't know magic, but he is her young magician.

"Let's go home together, Little Tower."

"Um!"

"...My eyes...were injured a few years ago, and now my vision isn't very good. I can't see far away clearly, so I can only ask you for help."

The former Black Tower responded with a face full of concern.

Meanwhile, the Black Tower from the future clenched its fist tightly.

It wasn't an injury sustained several years ago...

And so, Qi Zhimu carried her into the familiar world, into the deadly mirror image.

Unlike magicians, he could use magic to annihilate enemies at will, if he so desired.

When faced with attacks from the Mirror Ghost and its cloned shadows, the original human Qi Zhimu could mostly only choose to dodge.

Only when there is absolutely no way to dodge will one seize the opportunity to kill the shadow with a single, decisive blow.

He clearly knew which work this world was based on, and he also knew how to get through the first hurdle.

However, Qi Zhimu was not at ease.

Breaking the invisible mirrors at a low altitude is manageable, but those at a high altitude are simply out of reach.

There are no shortcuts in the original story. You must find the brief gaps that appear when the mirrors rotate, avoid creating duplicate ghosts, and step on the invisible mirrors at lower levels to climb upwards.

Smash the mirror at the highest point and return the way you came, smashing the mirror behind you along the way before finally returning to the ground.

Only in this way can the Mirror Demon in the first level be revealed, and you can defeat it to pass the level.

During the process, Black Tower discovered that Qi Zhimu was quite skilled and guessed that he had been trained in the rebel headquarters.

But... good skills don't mean you can emerge unscathed.

Qi Zhimu was not in good condition; his face was pale, and he looked exhausted from excessive exertion.

Not to mention that he was also carrying a girl who was in a very bad state and needed to be protected the whole time.

The cloned ghosts are not difficult to deal with; the trouble lies in the fake bodies that will self-destruct after being killed five times.

In order to protect the Black Tower, Qi Zhimu sustained several wounds.

Without access to bandages or emergency medication, he had to stop the bleeding in his own way.

Before moving on to the next level, Qi Zhimu hung a small, decorative coordinate transmitter on the keychain worn by the Black Tower.

"You should remember that teleportation levels would randomly appear in levels two through four of Deadly Mirror?"

"Yes, the demon's fighting power is the same as the fake clone. Don't worry, Little Tower will wait for you."

"I will get there as quickly as possible."

Despite saying that, Qi Zhimu couldn't hide the worry on his face.

This level will definitely appear; it's just a matter of sooner or later.

Fortunately, the second hurdle is winning hearts and minds.

Qi Zhimu breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the black tower to carry it forward.

To keep her from being affected by the harsh words, we maintained communication and talked about the famous cosmic catastrophe, the global locust plague, from the beginning to the end of the disaster, in quite a lot of detail.

After saying that, he even told a joke.

The not-too-cold pun made the girl nestled in his arms chuckle.

The girl's reaction cheered Qi Zhimu up, confirming that the method of distraction was feasible.

So he racked his brains and told a lot of lame jokes.

Gradually, those hurtful words and attacks had little effect on Black Tower; all that remained in his ears was the familiar voice.

"When a blacksmith encounters an object that can speak, his first reaction is that it's actually talking. Isn't that funny?"

The girl didn't care whether Qi Zhimu's jokes were funny or not; she only cared about being able to hear his voice.

His voice brought her peace of mind, and that was enough.

Before they had even walked halfway down the road, Hei Ta had unknowingly fallen into a deep sleep, nestled in Qi Zhimu's arms, and a smile of security curved his lips.

Qi Zhimu wasn't unaware that she had fallen asleep, but he still insisted on doing something he wasn't good at.

All of this was so that his voice could enter the girl's remaining world.

"..."

Witnessing the truth of the past, the Black Tower from the future pursed his lower lip tightly, his eyes reddening.

Qi Zhimu neither argued with the ghost nor downplayed the unheartwarming incident.

That accident... was the actual truth that happened...

It wasn't that no one tried to win Qi Zhimu's heart; in fact, after she fell into a deep sleep, all the criticism and condemnation fell on the former.

Faced with the most vicious curses in the world, Qi Zhimu seemed not to hear them at all, his expression did not change, and he calmly carried her to the end and entered the third level.

The moment they stepped through the door, they realized something was wrong; the girl in their arms had vanished, having been switched.

Without hesitation, he killed the fake ghost and raced toward the Black Tower, smashing mirrors along the way.

Black Tower remembers that reunion.

The magician Qi Zhimu broke through the side mirror wall and instantly killed the fake ghost with a single move.

But that's not the case now.

Two identical figures engaged in battle; the clones possessed abilities essentially identical to the originals, making it difficult to determine a winner.

Finally, Qi Zhimu used a life-for-life move to successfully kill the false version of himself, but this also left him with new injuries, making his face even paler.

Seeing the girl's distressed and concerned gaze, he smiled and shook his head, his body glowing with a green light.

"During those years trapped in the world of memories, I embarked on a path of abundance, becoming a traveler of destiny, and even minor injuries on my body could be healed quickly."

"But... even a Fate Walker isn't made of iron..."

Even though he had been separated from Qi Zhimu for more than five years, he was still the same familiar person after regaining his memories.

How could Hei Ta not see that Qi Zhimu was only saying that to avoid making him worry?

Even ethereal beings with special abilities have physiological limits, and so do those who follow the path of destiny.

To put Hei Ta at ease, Qi Zhimu treated the wound on his arm in front of her, leaving only a scab.

She possesses healing abilities granted by the power of destiny, and her regenerative abilities are not much different from those of the magician Qi Zhimu.

"Brother Mu, I'm sorry... I'm so tired and hungry right now. Can I rest for a bit before entering the fourth level?"

She wanted Qi Zhimu to rest a little longer, even if it was only for half an hour.

"sure."

Qi Zhimu immediately tensed up, fumbled around in his pocket, and only managed to pull out a few candies. He peeled one open and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.

"...Sorry, I left in a hurry and left all the food on the spaceship, except for lollipops."

Familiar taste.

"Did Brother Mu do this recently?" The girl looked up, somewhat surprised.

Qi Zhimu nodded slightly and sat down next to the girl.

"Although I lost the relevant memories and didn't know why I suddenly had the urge to process these candies one day, I know now."

"..." Black Tower choked up.

She knew why now...

Memories may be lost, but habits become second nature.

He would make candy for the girl he cared about.