Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

bell…

"Myers House, who is this?"

The familiar face had not been robbed of much light by time. Miles was still the same as before, with hair that was half transparent in the white light, a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of eyes that could be considered shrewd.

I just can't quite straighten my waist.

He is retired, so he has time to answer the phone at home.

"I know."

The voice in the receiver was very harsh. After he said something in a deep voice, the old man still refused.

"I told you, I'm retired."

The voice in the receiver interrupted him and spoke a series of words again.

Miles was disappointed. He moved the phone away, slowly turned around and looked around, cautiously shrinking his neck, and his voice was so soft that even his breathing became noise. "Don't look for me again." But he gritted his teeth and said, "You are an illegal organization. Those dreams of ruling the world don't need an old guy like me who is nearly 70 years old."

This time, I could hear what the other party said clearly.

"Mr. Miles, I don't think you understand our power at all."

There was not a trace of boasting in his cold words, as if he was just saying something that was taken for granted. In the mind of the person on the other end of the phone, it was definitely an honor for this knowledgeable and talented old man to work for their company...

He is a bit ungrateful.

This is the third rejection.

"I don't want to threaten the life of your son-in-law or your child. But Mr. Miles, this invitation is very important. So..."

Miles slammed the round table.

"…What are you going to do to my family?!"

No, not just a thought, Mr. Myers.

The prototype requires a scholar who has thoroughly studied the "dream". In the world...

"So we invited your child to our headquarters. Your granddaughter is very beautiful." On the other side of the phone, a man in a white robe said, turning his head to the glass: a circle of bathtub-like 'beds' were scattered around the huge brass machine, and the girl they had just 'invited' was among them.

Philippa.

"I'm very sorry, but there's a small problem with our research, Mr. Miles." He gave an address: "We need your help... and also to help yourself. Come and see your granddaughter, she has fallen into a dream and can't extricate herself. Use your research to help us solve this problem and take your granddaughter away, or..."

Let her be buried with our plan.

Click.

beep...

There was pain in the old eyes.

Where do these people come from...

Mobius…

The old man still remembered the address on the phone. He hastily put on his coat and hurried out.

"Mr. Saito? Yes, I need your help."

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Dreams are disorganized and distorted.

All subconsciousness in the human brain shows its most primitive state in this illusory dimension in some strange way.

For those who rarely dream, it is a precious illusion, a dream world detached from the mortal world, and a rare mysterious realm.

But, in another way, dreams are also dangerous.

"Because humans have a way of turning good things into bad things."

On the rooftop of a hundred-story building, with a large hood and windbreaker. There is no wind on the rooftop, and no sunshine above the head. It seems that the whole world has only this abrupt high-rise building.

The man sat on his back on the edge of the rooftop, half of his body hanging outside, staring at the twisting and blurry nothingness in the distance.

"They don't care about the fun of the unknown, they just hope to understand it and turn it into a weapon in exchange for power and wealth." The man's voice was hoarse and dry, as if it had been burned by a fire. "And repaying kindness with enmity is also a very important part of human nature."

He wasn't talking to himself, but the person behind him didn't seem to want to answer.

"You don't seem scared at all." The man turned his body with his left hand as the axis and looked at the girl standing not far away.

A young girl with blonde hair.

She was also looking at herself without blinking.

"Yeah." She nodded in an ambiguous tone.

"You should be scared." The face under the hood was unclear. "What's your name?"

"Philippa..."

"Ruvik, that's my name," Ruvik said.

"Were you captured, too?"

Facing the girl's innocent question, the man sneered: "Catch? I am the original creator of this prototype." He moved his head, and a shadow fell on his face. "My research! My plan! Mine, mine! All this should be mine, and it's going smoothly--!!"

As the man's emotions rose and fell, the whole world was boiling.

Large cracks in the sky spread in an instant, and huge burning meteorites fell from it.

It created a terrifying hole in the ground thousands of meters below.

Even the temperature of the surrounding air increased.

Ruvik stood up slowly, his hands raised high. The apocalyptic scene behind him matched his arrogant posture perfectly. "They stole my achievements and killed my body. Now, they dare to come here and seek death..."

The girl continued blinking without saying anything. As she became increasingly unable to bear the scorching heat, a cat's cry sounded in both of their ears at the same time.

A very small, soft cat meow.

'Meow.'

The sobbing that disappeared in an instant smoothed out the cracks that spread across the sky, the meteorites above disappeared, and the temperature returned to normal.

A golden rune lit up on the girl's forehead.

"You see, this is why I'm interested in you." The man stared at the shining gold with a fanatical look, "You are not from Mobius... In a world controlled by me, there are still people who can resist my will..."

Philippa rubbed her toes, a little impatient: "The world is big, sir. What do you want to say? Can you let me out? It's been a long time since school was over, and grandpa will be worried if he can't find me..."

Ruvik stomped over and squatted in front of Philippa. Only then did the girl see his face clearly.

——He was really burned by fire, just like his hoarse voice.

Large, ugly scars from the burns remained on his skin, making it impossible to tell what he originally looked like.

"Are you afraid?"

"Alas..." The girl sighed very maturely. "Fortunately, my sister has left, otherwise..." Otherwise, the ugly man would not have a good ending. Although Philippa did hear something from his words - the same victim. But...

He looked so ugly after the burns.

Fortunately, I don’t discriminate based on appearance.

"I'm leaving, Mr. Ruvik." Philippa looked at his twisted face: "I don't like those who catch me, so, is there anything I can do for you? Do you want me to go out and find a lawyer for you? I know a very powerful sister..."

Ruvik tilted his face, and the shadow faded, revealing a strange smile.

"Do not…"

"I feel my future new body moving in this world..."

Philippa didn't understand.

"I'll look for you after we get out, Philippa." Ruvik stood up on his knees and rubbed her head. "This world is really much bigger than I thought..."

"elder sister…"

“There’s definitely a chance…”

The tall building beneath their feet had long disappeared. They were standing on a busy street.

And beyond the dream...

It is even more chaotic than a supermarket during the hot discount hours.

Researchers gathered around the machines and monitors, and two rows of computers were displaying various detailed values.

In addition to the sleeping Philippa being hooked up to the machine, there were also people in the two positions to her left.

From time to time, whispered discussions could be heard in the laboratory.

"how much longer?"

The person who was speaking was the one who was on the phone with Miles.

"…Feel sorry."

"Do you know how much money the organization spent on this STEM?!" He angrily directed at the researcher who seemed to be the leader: "Time is running out, too many forces are watching us... Two days! I want results in two days!!"

"But…"

"You are not qualified to bargain with me! When the old professor comes, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer. Mr. Hilde, don't forget who sponsored your research in the first place."

"I, I understand! I didn't betray the organization—"

"Stupidity is more terrible than betrayal." The man's voice became increasingly gloomy. "You'd better find a way to bring Leslie out as soon as possible..."

"Then Dr. Marcelo—"

"Stupidity is more terrible than betrayal. Hilde, do you need me to repeat it again?"

Got it. Ditch Marcelo.

"Leslie is the only one..."

"It's not certain yet." The researcher frowned: "Sir, according to the test, this underage female named Philippa seems to have brain waves similar to Leslie..."

"Approximately?" The leader was dissatisfied with this vague word.

"Yes, approximately." The researcher couldn't believe that the girl they casually invited could survive in the space controlled by Ruvik. You know, they had sent a lot of people in before.

The end result is death.

“…Let’s wait until Miles comes. I need accurate data.”

"understood."

The laboratory was still busy. No one noticed that in the corner behind the observation window, a black dot the size of a fingernail was spreading silently like a vortex... spreading... and then, several feet stepped out from it.

The black-robed man with black hair stepped onto the bright dust-free ground with an unhappy look on his face. He shook his hair, pulled out his wand, and hit a female researcher who was about to scream.

The dark green energy flashed by.

"Muggles again..." The visitor smacked his lips, "This kind of brainless thing is just right for you Gryffindors..."

The man who came with him smiled shyly and drew a gleaming silver sword from his waist.

"Professor Snape, our Gran..."

"Yes, yes, great swordsman. If conditions had not allowed it, you would have almost erected a statue of Mori Yuesha, Longbottom. Giving up the wand and wielding barbarian weapons, Mori Yuesha is quite good at assigning people to positions. Did she realize long ago that your brain is not suitable for casting spells at all?"

Neville Longbottom shook his head and didn't dare to say anything. He was an assistant now, and was still far from Severus Snape.

not to mention…

There's no point in going head to head with this venomous old bat.

In the laboratory where the alarm bells were ringing, the young man holding the sword took a step forward. The blade in his hand drew an arc like a crescent moon, and the arc of light flashed, and the gun broke into two sections.

"I'm Neville Longbottom."

"You have held Hogwarts students hostage."

"Now, let him go. Otherwise--"

boom!

A bullet hit Neville's silver energy armor, and the exploding gunpowder caused ripples.

"Collapse!"

The counterattack was a straight red energy. The guard kept his gun raised and knelt on the ground silently...