Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Simply great.

No?

"I want to buy some potatoes and spinach."

Walk and walk.

"I want to buy some carrots."

"That's enough money, girl. Didn't your mother come out with you?"

"She died..."

“… and add some onions.”

Walk and walk.

She didn't know how much money was on the card her sister gave her, but according to Mori Yuesha, she could use this card to buy everything she 'should' have at her age - even things she shouldn't have, they just required Nagini's confirmation.

There should be...

Shouldn’t there also be bouncing balls in Ms. Vivian’s shop?

After turning around the long stall, under the closed rain fence, a tall figure blocked her way - a shadow several times longer than hers covered the little girl. The man's voice sounded young, and he was wearing a mouse-gray woolen hat with a fist-sized pompom on the top.

He wore a pair of dark overalls that were neither loose nor tight, and a thin jacket on top. He squatted down in front of Harley. "Where are your parents?"

I couldn't see his face clearly.

"At home..."

"It's really inappropriate to let a child go out to buy things." The man stretched out his dry palm and paused in front of the girl. After the other little hand shook his, he said: "You can call me... um, do you need me to take you home?"

Before she could say anything, the man leaned forward slightly, close to Harry's ear, and said in a teasing tone: "…I found you. Harry Potter."

As Kevin's features melted and changed like ice and snow, his iconic eyes were revealed.

Harry's body stiffened instantly.

It's him…

He found it.

William Eliot.

She knew those red eyes.

"You look surprised, little NPC." The man lifted his hair and everything around him gradually became blurry. All pedestrians turned a blind eye to his disguise. At this moment, it seemed that they were the only two people on the street.

"I spent a lot of money looking for you, but in the end, you were just opposite my original residence... This is really..." William Elliot sighed repeatedly: "The plan almost went wrong."

He stood up regretfully, grabbed Harley's hair, and pulled her to him roughly.

"In fact, I think this copy is too simple."

The man dragged her forward.

"The Singularity level is the most difficult level in the main god space, and this is the result. I admit that I can't fight Dumbledore or Voldemort alone," he said to himself, and suddenly lowered his head, looking expressionlessly at the girl who bit her lip to endure the pain: "... But I don't have to fight alone, right?"

"The tasker controls the plot."

"And we who control the plot are in control of our destiny—we..."

“Almost omniscient and omnipotent.”

He laughed excitedly, his shoulders shaking up and down with the rise and fall of his chest. The excitement and anticipation of completing the task made the desire for destruction in his chest even stronger.

Snapped.

He slapped Harley.

The fair and tender face suddenly became red and swollen.

"Little bitch, do you know how much time you've wasted on me! And Dumbledore!" William Elliot pushed Harry away and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm - under the long sleeve was skin covered with burns.

Apparently it wasn't that easy to defeat the greatest White Wizard of all time.

Dumbledore had caused him a lot of trouble.

The man stared at the girl who fell to the ground fiercely, watching her suppress her fear and pain, watching her stare at him stubbornly. The suppressed anger finally burst out - survival of the fittest.

Such a weak girl is actually the 'protagonist' of this world...

It's ridiculous.

"You'll have to pay!"

The thick boot tip had several layers of metal and kicked Harley's head with a 'bang bang' sound.

"main character…!!"

"The highest difficulty of shit..."

He stepped on her face, yanked her sleeves back to her wrists, and took a deep breath.

"Pitiful…"

"Do you want to know your fate?"

Chapter 178 The first battle with William Eliot

——Do you want to know your destiny?

William Eliot said he could see it.

"The Philosopher's Stone, the Mirror of Erised."

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

"Sirius, the past generations..."

"The Triwizard Tournament, the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Gringotts..."

The man was like a deranged madman, talking neurotically, spewing out fragments that Harley couldn't understand: some familiar, some unfamiliar, with a rising and falling tone from time to time. The sentences were connected from beginning to end without leaving a gap for people to breathe, and as he spoke slower and slower, the smile returned to his face.

It was as if it wasn't him who had just beaten Harry Potter.

"…Obviously, the ending of the story must be 'justice prevails'." William Eliot rubbed his palms and whispered: "Victory over evil, happy family, successful career…" He paused here and observed Harry with his crimson eyes.

“…boring.”

William released his boot sole from stepping on Harry's head and squatted down in front of her. "I know everything about you, Harry Potter. I know how the Dursleys treated you when you were a child, I know your parents' past, I know you almost went to the community middle school, I even know the furnishings in your room and the few pitiful coins you secretly hid in your pillow."

"I know everything about you."

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing.

What on earth did he want to say?

"Hahahaha... Look! Look! The fate of the NPC is so sad... You know what? I was originally the same as you, as ignorant as you. But... I am much luckier than you. I went there, and I saw a bigger world! More possibilities! More real answers!"

People like William Elliot who become insane under great pressure are not uncommon in the main god space.

According to them, it was just a minor ailment.

The truly terrifying ones are those who have completely departed from the side of order—those who believe in evil gods and pray to the void all day long; those who deliberately hide their strength and spread chaos in simple dungeons, causing the death of everyone except themselves; those who use living people to study and observe how the spells they exchanged make sane people rot bit by bit...

In a world where there are only cold rules and the law of the jungle, everyone exudes the purest evil in their souls.

Chased by death, and oppressed by the powerful.

The twisted human nature can only be fully realized on the weak - just like players will not pity the monsters that drop props in the game. In William Eliot's eyes, there is not much difference between chopping off a head with a knife and clicking a mouse.

Anyway, it's just lines of data that can speak and look more like "people".

If this is real life...

real…

what…

Isn't that more pleasing?

Harry stared at the abnormal man and moved his little finger hidden in his sleeve quietly.

Mori Tsuki…

sister.

Will I die here?

Independent and cautious; timid and self-deprecating - the character she has developed over a long period of time made her not want to "trouble" Mori Yuesha, and keeping silent directly led to today's outcome.

also…

acceptable.

Harry thought.

The tip of my nose rubbed against the dust on the soles of my shoes.

She smelled the fresh, slightly salty scent of seaweed.

The sunlight shot into the pupil at a very unique angle. Beyond the man's dim and awe-inspiring outline, countless transparent lines that should not be seen danced in disorder - like tentacles growing from William Elliot's back. The tentacles were repelled by the surrounding space, and melted one by one at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

'Like anemones...'

"It seems that there is a lot of water in the difficulty rating."

In order to avoid a repeat of the last time, Elliot also deliberately used the "Arena" that he had redeemed for a lot of points before. This allowed him to put himself and his target into an independent space.

Arena.

No one can disturb them anymore.

A pale blue flame burned along the blade, and from his sleeve, a golden ring magic wand quietly pointed to his waist.

"Let me..."

"There are many obstacles!"

Clang——!

The tip of the knife was deflected by the invisible barrier, and the flame exploded into a group of scattered blue butterflies. Energy poured out, and the strong airflow surged, reacting to Harley's body in an instant.

The little wizard was pushed out sideways, and his back hit the transparent wall with a dull sound.

William Elliott whistled.

"You are a little stronger than in the plot." He raised his hand and pinched a crack, staring at the girl who was facing a formidable enemy with a playful look like a cat teasing a mouse. The blade in his hand was spinning with a whirring sound, and the afterimage of the blue flame remained in the air, forming a faint and hot flame wheel.

"Show me what you learned when the plot went awry."

The little girl's face was covered in dust, but her emerald green eyes sparkled. She held the magic wand in her right hand and whispered a strange language - the golden runes on the wand were lit up, interlocking and rotating, gradually enveloping her frail figure.

As the prayers were chanted, the raging flames like burning iron turned into a thin line as the man raced forward, and the space he passed through was distorted by the heat waves.

'He looked at me...'

'The goddess in the sand river...'

'The sacred grass that is close to me.'

Suddenly, William Elliot's feet sank.

'The Land of Sand.'

In the locked arena, the clean asphalt road had long been submerged by the rushing yellow sand. Handfuls of soft gravel quietly condensed into sharp spears, shooting straight at him!

Bang-bang-bang!

The thin shadow danced in the sand and rain.

Three black magatama were spinning rapidly in the red eyeballs. William Elliot's body was like an uncontrollable puppet. The tip of the gun rubbed against his cheek and nose, crossed each other by a hair's breadth, and went in opposite directions.

whoosh-

Dodge, diagonal, advance.

The soft sand carpet only slightly slowed down the man's approach, but it couldn't stop him. After constantly dodging or slashing off the flying gun blades, the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer.