Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

The heavy rain was still hindering her progress, and she could only swim upstream against the strong wind and heavy rain and the massive water accumulation beneath her feet, moving forward with difficulty.

Her shiny brown hair had lost its luster, and her black long-sleeved coat and white shirt were soaked, revealing her suggestive figure. The corners of her clothes and trouser legs were stained with mud at some point, and there were two cuts on her trouser legs.

What she got was a house with one wall collapsed and a man lying on the road not far away.

Chapter 46 Welcome to My Velvet Room

Ophelia, a being with extremely high talent and special magic eyes, a prodigy of the Clock Tower's Spiritual Science, is loved by everyone. Even if she wears an eye patch to cover her right eye, it has no effect on her appearance, and even adds some unique charm.

Ophelia, who has such a perfect character, is a natural template for the protagonist. Just imagine the plot of an invincible yuri story with Ophelia and Mashu as the protagonists...

It seems like it has gone astray again.

But she is not so perfect, because she was born in a typical magician family. As a magician, Ophelia does not live with her parents on weekdays, but on Sundays, she has to live with her parents, just like a restricted young lady.

Ophelia hated Sundays, but she didn't know why.

In fact, what she hated was herself being supervised and restricted and unable to escape.

So, when she learned that there was an ordinary person far away in Chaldea who conquered those arrogant guys with his own abilities, she secretly made up her mind to go and see the place called Chaldea.

Not only to escape the control of her family, but also to discuss with him a question that had puzzled her for a long time:

Where will her future go?

But now, she may not have that chance.

She stumbled towards Alan, who was just soaking in the water. The torrent formed by the rain flowed past him, washing away all the previous traces.

Ophelia knelt on the ground, anxiously checking Alan's condition. His face was as pale as paper, even his lips were bloodless, his left hand lay limply to the side, and his right hand...

Wait? Where's the right hand? Why is there nothing on the right hand?

Ophelia was a little confused at first, but then she realized something and her face suddenly changed. She began to search for something nearby with her hands. Soon, she touched something.

For example, there are some large chunks of muscle tissue and a right hand skeleton. The right hand skeleton is not so perfect, and there are some deep marks on it that have existed since who knows when.

"Those guys..." Ophelia hated this behavior. After all, she herself could be said to be a victim.

Ophelia fell to her knees helplessly, her long hair falling down her back like a waterfall, she tried to support herself with both hands, her head lowered, her shoulders shaking. "Is it true that nothing good will happen on Sunday? Whether it's me or the people around me..."

"Although his condition is very bad now, it is not yet to the point where it is irreversible." A female voice came from the distance. It sounded a little gentle, and she was holding an ordinary suitcase in her hand.

"Are you... from Atlas College?" Ophelia recognized the visitor's identity by the Atlas College's iconic purple uniform.

"Well, if I say he can still be saved, would you believe me?" She squatted down and cast medical magic on his legs. "It just looks serious. His physical condition is not that bad. It seems that someone had done this to him before we came."

"By the way, please pay attention to 'that' on you, otherwise it might make his condition worse." She pointed at Ophelia, who immediately understood what she was referring to and quickly stood up and kept a distance from Alan.

"Sorry, this is because..." Ophelia subconsciously wanted to explain "that" about herself.

"I'm sorry, I know you mean no harm, but I'm sorry." She took out an Atlas Academy uniform from the box she brought with her.

"Although it's just a trial costume, it should be more than enough."

"Rains of Isis!"

I know you won't fall down like this, you still have a long journey, and there are many people waiting for your arrival.

Just as you saved me that time, now it's my turn to save you, Alan.

"Um, is it done?" Ophelia, who was standing aside, looked timidly at the woman with purple twin tails who had just performed the ceremonial skill. Although she looked very young, about the same age as herself, her previous methods and her identity as a girl from Atlas made her a little afraid.

"It's done. It's just some minor curses. There's no problem in handling it. But next I'll trouble you to send him to the hospital. Hypnosis magic and suggestion magic should not be a problem." She packed up the magic dress and prepared to leave.

"Well! Thank you for your help, I have a favor to ask." After much hesitation, Ophelia finally said the second half of her sentence to the mysterious woman from the Atlas Courtyard.

"I want to ask, what is your name?"

The mysterious woman with purple hair and twin ponytails raised her lips more and more after hearing this. Her whole face was extremely gentle and she waved her hand gently. "Shion Eltnam Sokalis, Miss Ophelia, we will meet again later."

"Also, you're actually older than me."

I won't admit that I'm older than her. I, Shion Eltnam Atlassia... No! Shion Eltnam Sokalis is always 18 years old!

The rain in this city still shows no sign of stopping, but a young girl full of youthful energy is humming an unknown tune and jumping around in the rain, as if this city is her stage.

"Now, Alan, now that I'm here, I won't let myself regret it. I'll change your miserable fate!"

On the other side, Xueyuan City First Municipal Hospital.

"Doctor, how is he?" Ophelia, who was sitting in a chair, asked the doctor anxiously after seeing the figure in a white coat appear.

"The patient's vital signs have become stable, but I'm sorry about the hand. We tried our best."

The doctor, who didn't know he had been hinted at, was completely unaware of this. Looking at Ophelia, who was already soaked, he subconsciously comforted her. "Child, go back and rest. A cold is not good for your health."

"Thank you, doctor, I'll consider it." Ophelia tactfully declined the doctor's suggestion. One reason was that she wanted to apologize to Allen as soon as possible, and the other was...

Where should she live now?

"This is..." Alan woke up from his sleep and found himself lying on a cold bed. He subconsciously looked at his hands.

Of course the left hand is still there, but the sleeve of the right sleeve is empty.

"Really..." Allen stared at the empty sleeves and finally sighed helplessly. "It's gone."

"It's not impossible to make it up." A mysterious male voice came.

"Who?" Alan got up from the bed, wanting to know the source of the voice, but he soon discovered that his movements were restricted - his left foot was firmly bound by a large iron ball, and given the mass of the iron ball, it was extremely difficult to move.

Wait, why am I wearing a prisoner uniform?

Alan walked to the cell door, grabbed the iron door with one hand, trying to figure out where this was.

Hey, wait, this is such a familiar plot... My name is not Kurusu Akatsuki or Amemiya Ren, what’s going on?

"Perhaps this way of meeting you is more intimate."

"Well, welcome to my Velvet Room. I am Vassago."

Chapter 47: A Conversation Between Two People

"Welcome to my velvet room."

"This is a narrow gap between dreams and reality, between spirit and matter. It is a room that can only be visited by those who have made a contract in some form. I am the master of this place, Vashago, one of the seventy-two demon gods of Solomon. Remember this."

The light from a typical European iron chandelier hanging in the center lit up, illuminating the entire room and also revealing the figure of the person who had just spoken.

A young man in a black suit and monocle supported his face with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand, as if thinking about something. On the table was a pipe rack with a clay pipe on it.

"In reality, you are sleeping right now. This is just an experience in a dream. The reason I called you here is to talk about the future of this planet and your story."

"But this is really surprising. The appearance of this room is exactly what you look like inside. I didn't expect it to be a cage. You are indeed a prisoner of fate."

"That..." Alan pointed weakly at the notebook on his lap.

"Sir, can we not have that dialogue according to that line?"

At that moment, the air suddenly became quiet.

The expression on Vashak's face froze for a moment, then he pointed at Alan and cursed:

"You kid! Will you die if I just let you finish what you said?"

The wise (non-derogatory) image that Vassago had painstakingly created in the previous part was destroyed by Allen's unintentional behavior.

"Mr. Vashak, thank you again for your help. Otherwise, I would have died on that rainy night."

Alan still felt a little scared when he recalled the torture that was like a surgical operation. That guy was simply the modern Jack the Ripper.

"It's nothing. Even if you don't respond to my answer, I will still choose to save you. This is just to match the plot." Vashak picked up the pipe that had lost its heat and was placed on the pipe rack, and started smoking again.

"And I think doing it this way might make you more familiar with it."

"I'm sorry, I checked your memory without permission, and I learned some very subtle information..."

Vashak had a strange expression when he said this, and the look on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't want to, looked very funny.

"Sure enough, Leif (Flaunos) is blind." ×2

The two people said this fact in unison, then smiled at each other, indicating that they understood each other.

"Mr. Vashak, I roughly understand where you stand, but please allow me to ask you a question."

"Why would you choose a different path from them?"

Yes, why? Vassago looked thoughtful.

Alexander Allen should have died in 1999, but because I was passing by and thought it was "interesting", I saved the child and checked his memory at the same time.

It was obvious that something was wrong at first glance.

Looking back now, my mood at that time can probably be summed up in the following words:

Protect the best Flaunos in the world, please ignore the rumors and serious injuries.

The next choice should be the question of "essence".

"All humans must be killed. They must be killed and burned. Not a single living being can be left on the surface of this planet."

Vashak knew that as an outlier among the seventy-two demon gods, he did not agree with the choice of Goetia, the collective of the seventy-two demon gods, and even felt a little disgusted.

But the minority obeys the majority, and there is nothing I can do.

However, at this time, a troublemaker from "outside" appeared.

With his innate advantages, Vashak quickly formulated a series of plans and began to secretly promote the development of all of this.

When Allen first entered Chaldea, he announced that his plan had officially begun.

Vashak did not deny that his initial choice of Allen was just "exploitation". However, as time went on, Allen gradually acquired the corresponding qualifications and abilities, and he chose to establish a cooperative relationship with Allen.

One does it for his partners and family, and the other does it for the continuation of humanity. To some extent, it can be said that their goals are the same.

Maybe this is what they call different paths leading to the same destination.

"Because we are the only confidants in this world, Alan." Vashak gave his own answer.

If the final outcome had not changed, I would have come to the end of the Crown Temple at that time.

"By the way, Alan. Which of these three do you think is better, a gun, tarot cards, or a mask?" Vashak asked a question that was almost impossible for anyone except professionals to answer.

Alan was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Vashak meant by these three questions, and then he reacted immediately.

Isn’t this how the third, fourth, and fifth generations awakened?

First, there is Gegege no Kitaro from the third generation. He is a tough guy who doesn't talk much. His awakening method is the coolest in history. His harem is of high quality, from oil curry to Aegis, he has all kinds of people. He has many friends in the club. He has a wide range of part-time jobs, and he can also find the police to make some illegal income. He can break through the tower and unlock the maze, and he can stop the train with his bare hands. As long as we don't talk about the ending, we are still good friends.

Then there is the fourth generation of the chief, who is described in one word: "roaming". How roaming is he? He watches TV when he has something to do, and goes shopping when he has nothing to do. Men are attracted to men when they see men, and women are attracted to women when they see women. Do you want to ask if you are convinced? The official son is waiting for you.

Finally, there is the fifth generation of Porter. One word is enough to summarize: "slutty". Amamiya Ren, who looks ordinary, has nine harems. Yoshitsune said that I really can't get on with him. From the uncle who gives speeches on the street to the former gang members, they are all my people. There are many strategies for the Heart Palace, and countless thieves steal hearts. If I can ask my sister-in-law to lock me up for one more day on Valentine's Day...

"The Bancho's way is great, but Potter's way is a bit... Let's not talk about Kitaro for now, so it's obvious what I should choose."

"I chose to use a gun."

After hearing Allen's long speech, he was impressed by the fact that he finally chose the gun option. Vassago held his forehead with one hand. If he had known this, why did he bring out the last two options?

How could someone give up the most convenient option? Is his own son so shameless?

Vashak, who got into the game in P4, decided that he must play P3 when he returned.

"Well, the night is almost bright, and the time is almost up. We can think about this matter slowly."

"After all, we are two in one, the only confidants in this world."

The prison bell rang, and Allen's consciousness gradually faded away. The first meeting between the two ended just like that.

Then......

"Unfamiliar ceiling."

Chapter 48 The Demon Pillars' Chat Room

"Unfamiliar ceiling."

In a ward of the First Municipal Hospital of Xueyuan City, Alan, who had just finished talking with Vashak, returned to reality. He slowly opened his eyes and immediately observed the environment he was in.

What I see is blue curtains and a white world. There is a transparent medicine bottle above my head. Drops of medicine fall down and slowly flow into my body through the pipe. The whole air is filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"It's in the hospital..." Alan supported his body with his left hand and slowly leaned his body against the head of the bed, but this small action woke up a girl who was sleeping against the bed.