Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The woman held the Ace of Spades that Mori Yuesha drew in her palm. She raised her head and smiled, "Now, let's start. Let's bet on what this card is."

"Of course it's the Ace of Spades! You didn't even move."

The woman rubbed her palms meaningfully and asked repeatedly, "Let's bet on what card this is?"

"Ace of Spades!"

"I bet it's not."

Open palms.

9 of hearts.

"you lose."

Quack, quack, quack, quack!

Mori Yuesha was quite happy.

The fun of magic lies in that even though you know it is fake, you will still cheer and admire the performer's superb skills. However, the audience who likes to delve into the tricks and are keen to expose the magic to show their intelligence cannot enjoy this magical performance very well.

"It's so interesting! Sister, where are you performing? I want to buy tickets!"

"Interesting?" The woman's subtle mystery began to gather in this deserted garden. The night was dark and the long-haired woman rubbed her high heels excitedly. "As a price for making you happy."

The woman licked her lips and moved closer to Mori Yuesha's face: "I will take your time without hesitation."

"Mori Tsukisa."

Mori Yuesha's pupils suddenly dilated.

Boom...!

A huge clock was struck heavily, as if roaring from a very far away place, and it quickly penetrated the human ear and vibrated in the fragile and soft brain.

thump…

The ringing of the bell stilled the mind.

Miss Rabbit giggled and tore off her wig, returning to her rough and low male voice: "Hahahaha! Every time! Every time makes me extremely happy!!"

"Mortals are such foolish and fragile creatures..."

"Wonderful world, wonderful abilities!"

From the perspective of Miss Rabbit—no, Mr. Rabbit—everyone defeated by his "ability" would have a crimson digital countdown above their heads: just like in those fantasy movies. That was the remaining time for the opponent.

And now, it's all mine!

All!

One by one, mortals, endless time and life, I will.

immortal.

Looking at the dazed girl, Mr. Rabbit sat down again leisurely, looking sideways at the girl who was "trapped" in hallucination. Her life span was about to be reduced to zero - let me see how much time this little guy who Tojo Chensuke said "wasn't sure if he was a ritualist" could give me?

The man rubbed the black eyeliner at the corner of his eye and looked up.

Tsk.

indivual,

ten,

百…

Ok?

…thousand?

…Ten thousand?

Huh?

This string of numbers...

what happened?

He stared at the red numbers above Mori Yuesha's head and couldn't help but lean over: He... had never seen so many numbers before.

How come humans have so much time?

——That’s time.

And this girl...

As he was counting, the numbers continued to increase madly!

After just a few seconds of brief thought, Scarlet jumped up a lot more.

Well, isn't it better?

Maybe a 'healing' or 'life' type ritualist?

Oh, now, they are all mine.

Mr. Rabbit grinned, put his hands together and said to Mori Yuesha softly, "Thank you for the treat. I'm going to eat now."

It was as if a switch for releasing a flood was turned on, and a huge torrent of energy poured out from Mori Yuesha's lifeless pupils. Silver spots of light formed tassels, flowing thickly into the man's mouth and into his throat along his tongue.

Um! This is...

How sufficient!

It was amazing! So much deliciousness!

So much power!

He had never had such a satisfying meal before!

The man chewed madly with his mouth wide open. He could feel that in addition to the rapid increase in time, the "mystery" in his body was also gradually filling up - who on earth is this child, the chosen one? This time, can I break through the "origin" and enter the "super order"?

Staring at the number above the girl's head with greed and obsession, the man's dull and lifeless eyes returned to normal at some point in his sight.

The girl propped her chin up and stared at him unhappily.

"You better be as good as you say you are."

Chapter 67 Ridiculous Immortality

"You'd better be as good as you say." - The disdain implicit in her words startled the infatuated man.

"I also want you to 'kill' me once, so that you can at least call out your mother..."

"Last time, she was talking halfway, and she was super concerned..."

"There's no joy at all now. This level..." The girl's swan-like neck showed a soft curve in the moonlight, and her cold eyes revealed frustration.

"What are you talking about?!" The man stood up in panic and stepped away: "What's going on...what's going on? Are you awake?!"

No wonder he was horrified.

Before he gained great power, the man was just a practitioner in a certain profession who had special attack properties against married young women. To him, those so-called high-ranking officials and chaebols were all unattainable big shots - his handsome face could not win him respect, and he could only get the indifferent comfort and enough money from those old women.

Until... until mystery strikes.

He has it all.

He has forgotten what his true nature is.

mortal.

A child wielding a giant's weapon.

"Don't be so stubborn!" The man's face was ferocious, and his handsome, delicate face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female was now a little blurry: "You are at most an "Origin" level ritualist, right? If I devour you, maybe I can enter the second level! I have even killed "Super Order" level ritualists... You can just watch your body decay quietly."

Mori Yuesha was picking her nails intently: "So even if I ask you 'who ordered you to do this', which is something that often appears in TV dramas, you will answer me like the villain in the TV drama, right?"

"'Even if you kill me, I won't tell you.' That's your answer, right?" The girl raised her eyes and crossed her legs leisurely, with a strange look in her beautiful eyes: "The ritualist who devours time, I'm very curious."

"Mortal body..."

"How much 'time' can be accommodated?"

This reminded the man.

His eyeballs trembled as he moved. In his sight, the blood-red number above the girl's head was still jumping upwards...

Not only has it not decreased, but it has increased instead.

more and more!

——If the time a person has in his life is compared to "bread", then his ability is to "eat bread".

Some loaves are whole, some are half-missing; and some people who are in poor health or have undetected terminal illnesses only have a handful of crumbs that can be blown away by the wind.

——But no matter what the situation, the amount of "bread" remains unchanged.

——Most human beings seem to have only one piece of bread, that is, no more than a hundred years.

——The super-sequence level will only have half a piece more.

But now... he had eaten enough.

The feeling of fullness continued to come from the brain and stomach, which was an unprecedented experience. And the rules of "ability" could not be violated: that is, as long as you don't "eat up" the other person's bread, everything cannot be stopped.

In the man's panic, this bored girl seemed like a huge bread factory - he raised his index finger and threatened: "I can eat one piece per minute." However, the other party was rude and produced 800 pieces per minute and forced them into his hands...

He was feeling unwell.

The swelling "mystery" was running wildly in the man's limbs, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His vision began to blur. The most terrifying thing was...

He lost the feeling in his stomach and intestines.

The feeling of fullness and squeezing just now completely disappeared.

This is a warning.

Under the flickering street lights, the girl with a sweet smile showed off her white teeth. She reached out and pinched his chin, and pieces of soft, freshly-baked bread were forcefully stuffed into his mouth.

That is the duration of a human lifetime.

"No...no! I've had enough!"

"Here, here! Eat it!" The girl's eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth raised an extremely exaggerated arc... It was chilling. The girl with gentle eyes easily removed his chin, held it tightly, and stuffed pieces of bread into his mouth one by one.

I can’t eat any more…I’ll stuff it back with my hands.

Use a hammer to hit it and stuff it in; use a knife to cut the skin and muscles on both sides of the mouth to expose the entire throat and esophagus; stuff it in, mixed with blood and muscles; stuff it in, and stir the esophagus with a dinner knife to expand it;

Tuck it in...

Stuff it in!

Eat!! Eat, eat, eat!!

Hahahahaha!

The girl laughed wildly, tearing his face open with her bloody hands: She only needed to gently hug her neck and look at the dilated esophagus affectionately. Then, she stuffed the bread into it piece by piece...

Stuffed.

Here you are! Here you are! Here you are! Eat! Every second… every second! Eighty! Eight hundred! Eight thousand! Eighty thousand! Eight hundred thousand! Eight million! More and more! Eat! Eat quickly—eat quickly!

Endless time!

Eternal...life!

His eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, like a human-sized frog; blood oozed out of his nostrils, gums, eye sockets, and ears; the man's bones began to twist and shatter - he was twisting himself into a bloody pretzel in a crazy manner.

Just like wringing out the water when washing clothes.

very funny.

If there is no external interference, he will probably remain in this distorted form forever until time runs out... right?

Humans who devour time.

Do you really think that as long as you have time, you will have eternal life?

With the ability of 'gambling', he briefly connected his life channel with Mori Yuesha: in the blink of an eye, the man experienced the power of a truly advanced creature.