Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

The golden eyes cast a gaze without any emotion, and the cold words made him look like a cold machine that only knew how to expound conclusions.

The cold moonlight shining on it is set against the night colors that permeate the surroundings.

This makes the puppet exude a strange and "inhuman" feeling.

This behavior was far from normal, and even Arash, who seemed to be sunny and cheerful, felt ashamed and didn't know how to respond.

"Ah ha ha……"

Finally, after spending a few seconds trying to calm down, Arash chuckled dryly, trying to save the increasingly awkward atmosphere.

"It's true... seeing is believing..."

Although he had prepared himself mentally, he didn't expect the other party to be so "weird".

Seeing that the topic seemed difficult to continue, Arash immediately turned his head and looked at Da Vinci and Bedivere who were listening on the side with a pleading look.

After all, compared to himself, these two people are all companions of Xiuer, and at least it should be easier for them to get along with each other than himself.

Only then did Da Vinci, who had had enough of the "show", clear his throat and rescue Arash.

"Don't worry, Mr. Arash. Shul actually means no harm."

She walked forward to comfort Arash, who was feeling a little lost.

Although Xuer himself did not mean that, the meaning of his actions is bound to be misunderstood.

Of course Da Vinci could see it, but Arash had never had contact with the former before, so it was naturally difficult for him to adapt.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped down from the roof nearby and landed in a shadow.

The dark environment concealed the figure of the newcomer, and his speed was so fast that the people present except Xiuer could not see the figure of the newcomer clearly.

Until the other party showed up, none of them realized that someone had been eavesdropping.

"I didn't expect that even you, Arash, couldn't adapt."

It was a female voice that Arash was familiar with.

A dark figure walked out from the shadows, and in the twilight, a skull mask appeared before everyone.

"Ahahaha, after all, I really didn't expect that Mr. Xiuer's personality would be so "special."

Yanzui walked out from the shadows and came among the crowd.

"Now you should understand how I felt before, right?"

She looked at the embarrassed black-haired young man. No one knew his expression under the skull mask, but there was a hint of gloating in her tone.

"You're not here just to hurt me, are you?"

"Of course not. I'm just as curious as you are about what kind of communication Mr. Shuul had with the first generation."

"Even if you weren't here, I would have come to ask her on my own."

Yanzui turned his head and looked at Xiuer who was standing beside him.

"After all, it's not just me. Regarding the matters concerning the First Generation, we, Hassan, can't possibly not care."

Looking at the fourth person who suddenly entered the scene and was obviously running towards him, Xuer suddenly felt a little helpless.

There were clearly only two people at the beginning, but how come there were four people after a short while?

And why are so many people interested in my interaction with that old man?

Do you think this is a storytelling place?

Xiuer sighed helplessly in his heart, but there was really nothing to do at the moment.

Telling stories is indeed a good way to pass the time.

"Inquiry, you all want to know about my contact with the first generation Hassan?"

He reconfirmed the purpose of several people. After all, being asked by four people to tell the same thing at the same time was a somewhat strange experience.

If Fujimaru Ritsuka had not been coaxed back to the house to sleep early, there would probably be five people "listening to the story" now.

Thinking of this, Xiuer couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

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The early morning sun illuminates the earth. On the barren land, scattered magical beasts are patrolling their territory, ambushing any life that may pass by.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the mountain, blowing away the boy's sleepiness.

Ritsuka Fujimaru stood outside the house, looking up at the clear sky.

Although most of the land in this world has become a lifeless and ruined enemy due to the attack of the Lion King.

But the unpolluted sky is still such a beautiful sight.

However, the "arc light" of the burning of human principles always hung high in the sky, attracting great attention.

Seeing this scene, the boy's good mood, which had just been released after waking up, suddenly dimmed.

"call--"

It was still early at this time, and most of the villagers were still asleep.

Today is the day for the "final battle".

According to analysis, as long as the Lion King is defeated, the repair work of this singularity will be greatly improved.

pop-

Fujimaru Ritsuka took a deep breath and patted his face a few times to clear the remaining sleepiness in his mind.

Because he went to bed early last night, the young man was in a state of full energy at this moment.

"morning."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

This voice was extremely familiar to Fujimaru Ritsuka. It was the voice he heard every morning in the past few days.

"Good morning, Xiuer!"

The young man raised his hand habitually and took the "drink" handed to him by the person behind him.

Such skillful operation is obviously related to long-term experience.

"Reminder, individuals Da Vinci, Mashu, and Bedivere are waiting at the village entrance."

"Wow, I'm up so early, and you guys are even earlier than me."

Ritsuka Fujimaru sighed as he brought the drink cup in his hand to his mouth.

"Well, it tastes like Coke today."

"Answer: Proper sugar helps you keep your brain alert."

Xiuer took the empty cup handed back by the other party and wiped it out in the golden energy.

"We're going to set out this morning to confront the Lion King."

The young man spoke calmly, as if he was discussing with his friends where to go for fun today.

"affim."

"So today is our last day in this world, right?"

"Inquiry, are you lingering?"

Looking at the boy's condition, Xiuer was a little confused. After all, what was there to be nostalgic about a singularity created by an "error".

"It's not that I'm nostalgic, it's just that I feel like I haven't done anything in this singularity, and it's quite empty."

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at his right hand. The red mark on the back of his hand reminded him of his responsibility at all times.

"Forget it, there's nothing to lament about. The sooner the singularity is repaired, the better, right?"

Not knowing what he was thinking, the boy finally just shook his head and put the thought behind him.

"Forget it, why think so much."

"Let's go, Xiuer, let's go meet up with everyone."

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Chapter 62 Story

The first generation Hassan's gaze shifted from the clone beside him to Xuul himself who had just arrived in the temple.

A dark blue flame burned fiercely beneath the skull mask. The old man in a black robe looked like the god of death in the legend who brought "death" to the world.

A strong smell of death permeated the entire temple, and even tiny insects did not dare to enter this realm of death.

The flickering light shone on the floor of the hall, adding a touch of weirdness to this already dark space.

As the first generation Hassan opened his mouth, a powerful aura accompanied by a strong breath of death instantly pressed down on the green figure who had just arrived here.

This kind of "special care" made Xuul, who had just walked out of the space channel, stop in his tracks.

"...?"

This familiar feeling.

It was the same "fear" that had infected his entire body earlier!?

Feeling the trembling of his soul, Xuer was extremely confused.

Because he was face to face with the other party, he could scan and see that the other party did not have any hostility.

It was precisely because he knew that the other party had no intention of harming him that he did not take any measures to "defend against the attack."

"Inquiry, is this a 'test'?"

The puppet slowly raised his head and stared closely at the eyes under the skull mask with his beautiful golden eyes.

His voice was as calm as ever, without a trace of "fear".

Because he had re-established the connection with his clone, Xuer knew that this was just a test.

The test of "facing death" was, well, a bit scary the first time.

Even Xiuer was startled the first time, but unfortunately, he now has experience.

"That's right. If you want to enter the temple, you must face the test of death."

"This is an inescapable 'test.'"

The first generation Hassan immediately glanced at his clone beside him.

"But your little trick is really pretty, 'yourself at another time', huh?"

“Even I barely noticed the problem.”

The old man gave a grim laugh.

Xiuer couldn't tell whether the other party was praising him or mocking him.

And for some reason, he could actually hear a hint of the old man's unique kindness in that dark and cold tone.

"Inquiring, have I passed the test?"

"Ah."

The old man didn't say much, just nodded in affirmation.

"I already know your purpose. How arrogant is it to attempt to forge the power of a Noble Phantasm!"

"But your power is enough to turn this arrogant fantasy into reality."

The critical tone was thunderous, but there was no accusation in it, and it was even mixed with curiosity and exploration.

Listen to the old man's speech.

Xiuer and his clone looked at each other, and both saw the emotion called "confusion" in each other's eyes.

"but!"

Boom-!