Can you block this punch that took billions of years of effort?

After breakfast, Rikka went to school.

Everything seemed ordinary.

This found Tohka very unbelievable. There was a monster so huge that its mere presence would completely destroy the humble and tiny daily lives of ordinary people, but the Kotori Yu family seemed to be "peaceful". Could it be that... the abnormal one was her?

"Isn't that kid difficult to deal with?"

Shihua leaned his elbows on the balcony railing, looking expressionlessly at the two figures, one big and one small, who were very different but got along very harmoniously, walking away, and suddenly said something.

Vermouth appeared on the balcony leisurely with a cup of hot coffee in her hand. Her posture was exactly the opposite of Tohka's. She leaned against the railing, stretching her back and basking in the sun, looking like those office workers who were slacking off.

"It's okay~ It's not difficult to solve as long as you find the right way. This is the case with most things in this world."

“The quick fix doesn’t necessarily lead to the best outcome.”

"Then ask the 'professionals' who can solve the problem quickly and bring the best results~"

"…That makes sense. Aren't you going to follow and keep an eye on them?"

"I'm not a 'supervisor', but a convenient tool who is always available. But then again, whether you keep an eye on him or not, you'll still have to clean up the mess in the end. So from the perspective of saving time and effort, I might as well just let him do whatever he wants, and the relationship won't be so tense."

"Sure enough, only political creatures can have something in common with that kind of monster."

The words that came out of Touka's mouth sounded like sarcasm, but the overly bland tone was more like a statement of the state of affairs. This emotionless way of speaking was not dull, but rather straightforward and somewhat cute.

"It seems to me that you and he have a lot in common~"

Vermouth joked.

"Primitive communication? Don't be ridiculous. It's just the restlessness of puberty. It's like a physical response to eating and drinking. For me, it's just a one-night stand. Haven't you ever experienced it?"

Juhua's straight serve caught Vermouth off guard. She rolled her eyes and changed the subject calmly: "This is a secret. You know, mystery makes women more beautiful. On the other hand, he seems to like your sister very much. Aren't you worried?"

"That's not necessary."

Touka walked back to the living room, planning to catch up on some sleep in the bedroom.

Before closing the door, the cold and beautiful female chef said something rather strange.

"He doesn't like me or Rikka. He just likes to dream with others."

Hearing this, Vermouth showed a thoughtful expression.

……

One third of a person's life is spent sleeping.

This is a self-repair measure to prolong life activities as much as possible.

Whether it is lower than the required time or higher than the required time, it will have adverse effects on oneself.

Linga was forced to sleep for 100 million years. He slept without dreams. It was a vacuum period so large that it was unimaginable, enough to wipe out personality, memory, instinct and everything else. Even his bones turned to dust, but he still survived.

It is more about relying on tenacious vitality than on tenacious willpower.

Just as lack of sleep needs to be replenished.

Having slept for too long, the over-energized Linga urgently needs external stimulation to fill the huge "life vacuum" in the past. This is an unstoppable instinctive need, like venting subconscious impulses in a dream. Even though he knows he is in reality, he has no intention of enduring it.

After a full stomach, Linga becomes much calmer, like a lazy monster, walking freely in its own territory, doing whatever it wants, neither violent nor gentle, not caring about right or wrong, occasionally unreasonable, just like the best portrayal of "reality" in people's eyes -

And this was his "daily life" in the Cretaceous period.

“Do you dream when you sleep?”

The two walked quietly on the street.

As Linga deliberately restrained his aura, passers-by were less frightened, but they would still be startled and run away the moment they noticed him. Only a very few brave ones dared to hold up their phones and stand far away, or take pictures secretly.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to stand being stared at by so many strange eyes, but Rikka was different. She felt from these eyes -

It is an affirmation of my pursuit of the "invisible boundary line"!

"what?"

Faced with Linga's sudden question, Liuhua, who was immersed in her own world, almost didn't react. After coming to her senses, she whispered: "Even if the Evil King's True Eyes are asleep, they will go to the other side of dreams to open up borders and save worlds that are on the verge of collapse one after another."

"Some people say that dreams and reality are opposites. I completely agree with this view, because people dare to do whatever they want only when they are dreaming. When they return to reality, they become birds in a cage, only able to chirp to please the onlookers and raise their own value."

Linga nodded happily.

"So, you are very different from them. Did you see the looks in their eyes? They are afraid of me, but also envious of me. When they look at you, they only have pity and ridicule, because you are so weak, but you dare to escape from the cage. This makes it difficult for them not to hate you."

"I suppose that's why you hurt your knee, too?"

"—?!"

Image: "Evil King's True Eyes", Location: "Images/1702979960-100388974-111143971.jpg"

Liuhua raised her head in shock and looked at Linga, as if asking how did you know that?

"Even if you were wearing knee-high socks and it was just a skin injury that didn't affect your normal walking, unfortunately, I hate the word 'endurance' to the extreme. Not to mention seeing it, I can smell it with my nose."

"Is my aura so strong?!"

"...No, I meant 'synesthesia', but never mind. Tell me, how did you get hurt?"

Speaking of this, Rikka suddenly perked up, jumped onto the flower bed in two or three steps, and struck a ready posture that easily reminded people of a "magical girl transformation."

"This is not a wound! This is the mark left by my passing the trial of the Tree of Life, and it is also the proof of my contract with the beast of nature."

"I see. You climbed up a tree to save a small animal like a bird or a cat and got yourself hurt."

Just like animals are able to understand humans through voice, tone of voice, body language, and smell.

Linga can also "understand" what the other party wants to express regardless of the language and way of speaking, achieving truly barrier-free communication.

We have inadvertently overcome the first hurdle in achieving a beautiful world of mutual understanding.

However, Linga, who possessed this ability, tried to guide Rikka in the opposite direction with a malicious smile.

"You know, it's often the villains who can achieve great success, while the protagonist team will only interfere with the villains and fail to understand the villains' troublemakers. Do you want to be the kind of 'good guy' protagonist with a strong sense of justice and overflowing kindness?"

Rikka's expression collapsed in an instant, and she began to get angry with heavy breathing as if she had taken on the villain's perspective, and she firmly denied Linga's malicious speculation.

"I won't let anyone ruin my plan, and... the Evil King True Eye is not a pushover. That was a request from the believers around me. Responding to their requests and signing a contract with them will help me hide from the surveillance of the Spacetime Administration and establish a new cult."

"Have you established your club?"

"… It's almost time! The contract cannot be violated!"

"Your injuries are almost healed, so you shouldn't be stuck at the first step, right?"

"..."

Linga's light words made Rikka droop her shoulders in frustration, but she was still trying to be strong.

"It doesn't matter. The price of breaking the contract will be slowly experienced in the future life."

"you are wrong."

"what?"

"The reason why the weak rely on the strong is because the strong have power that they don't have. In a sense, by relying on the strong, they also indirectly possess this power."

"If the 'believers' you're talking about would rather go back on their word than fulfill their promise, then that only means one thing... you're still too weak. They're just pushing things they don't want to do onto you, but that doesn't mean they can't do it."

"Of course, that doesn't matter. No matter what they think, it doesn't matter. The key is that once you've promised something, you must fulfill it. If one party violates it, the damage will not be to the interests involved in the agreement itself, but... freedom."

"Freedom?"

Although Rikka didn't understand, she was greatly shocked.

Linga faced the petite girl standing on the flower bed, almost at the same height as him, looked directly into her one eye, and said in a relaxed but unquestionable manner: "Think about it, agreements, contracts, and promises are all a kind of restriction imposed on yourself. If you don't get what you want, it means that the part of 'freedom' you sacrificed for it is in vain."

"This is no different from persecuting your life. Treating this guy who doesn't keep his promise and just letting him repeat the same mistakes in his future life and suffer the consequences is irresponsible to yourself."

"Listen carefully, being healthy means eating everything, and eating back twice as much as you spit out. Otherwise, you won't be able to grow up successfully and achieve everything you want to achieve."

"Believers will only be conquered by miracles. You can punish them with miracles. After they realize their mistakes, they will fulfill the contract again. Even without a contract, they will obey you."

"This is the freedom of the strong. Without this freedom... you are a weakling who can do nothing."

There was a twinkle in Rikka's eyes.

The reason why she became "obsessed" with Linga was because she saw a scene on TV that day that could never happen in real life.

Three years ago, her father passed away. For some reason, she was unwilling to admit the reality and mistakenly fell into the otaku culture, which became uncontrollable.

Human beings live in the present reality, so the dead must have gone to another "invisible realm" similar to the real world. As long as I can find a way to find it, I can see my father again.

She made various attempts with this idea in mind, and never gave up despite being ruthlessly suppressed by her guardian. In fact, she was right not to give up.

Because, Linga appeared.

It tramples on the so-called order and rules with absolute power and breaks common sense. It has survived from 100 million years ago to the present day. It is a true "biological miracle"... no, it is a "miracle"!

He must have some incredible special abilities in otaku culture, and he must be the contractor she has been searching for, the one who can take her to the "invisible realm"!

Liuhua firmly believed this.

Perhaps it was the guidance of fate that allowed her to finally meet him.

Although the time was extremely short and they couldn't say they knew each other that well, due to various factors, the two of them got along extremely well and got along like old friends who had known each other for many years.

It was impossible to guess whether it was because of their complementary personalities or their synchronized thought circuits, but Rikka was willing to believe everything he said unconditionally.

"Are we going to... fight them?"

"No, God only needs to stand in front of his believers and show his majesty, just like this—"

Linga took a few steps back to allow Rikka to see his entire body more easily.

Then he pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets.

Slowly raise your arms.

Any movement made by that infinitely perfect body is full of unique beauty, not to mention that the movement itself can fully stretch the beauty of the body.

The restrained aura was also released.

The streets filled with noise and bustle in the early morning suddenly fell into dead silence.

People driving by.

People rushing to work.

People who go to school together.

People taking a walk.

Someone secretly photographing the linga.

…At this moment, everyone stopped in their tracks as if frightened, and looked in the direction of Linga. A strange scene of primitive and modern elements intertwined appeared in their vision.

A first-rate pictographic fist master can tell which creature he is imitating.

What Linga does is recall.

If we have to say it is imitation, it is imitating our past self.

It's like that... when telling a friend about your experience, you dance and use all kinds of gestures to combine words, so that your friend can more deeply understand how you felt at the time, know the shapes of the things you saw, know the smells you smelled, and know the changes in your mood.

This brainwashing-like information bombardment makes people's brains naturally imagine the situation at that time. If the person has a particularly outstanding imagination, the sense of substitution may be even deeper, and they may give real feedback as if they were actually there.

The strong fiery aura of Linga distorts the air, making people's vision blurry, and the unprecedented and strongest wildness will pull people's thoughts back to prehistoric times.

In this situation, the characters are standing in a battle-ready posture, and the past events that are full of memories are reenacted, and their movements cause a momentary visual error.

He mistook the flower bed and the girl in front of Linga for a Titan python as big as the sum of the two, lurking on the ground!

Gudong.

Rikka swallowed, her body shaking unconsciously.

Being treated like XX.

No one has more say in this matter than the parties involved.

What's more, she has an imagination that is beyond the reach of ordinary people and is almost at the level of mental illness!

From a practical point of view, what people see with their eyes is never the "true appearance" of an object. In other words, if one day everyone's eyes have problems and they see one thing as another thing, then there is no doubt that this must be true.

Liuhua had no doubt that even if she yelled at someone at this moment, the other person would be scared to death, because Linga thought she was a Titan Python, so she was a Titan Python in the eyes of everyone. It had nothing to do with authority. It was just that the signals emitted by Linga were so strong that people were confused about reality.

Well, if she wields this power, she must be able to easily kill a person's brain waves, right?

Just when everyone thought that Linga was going to fight and complete further "scene re-enactment", he suddenly walked forward and hugged Rikka in his arms, suddenly jumped up onto the street lamp, and quickly shuttled through the steel jungle.