Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The woman spoke meaningfully, as if she had heard Mori Yuesa's inner thoughts. She pursed her red lips and pressed the teardrop mole at the corner of the girl's eye with the tip of her fingernails.

"I like this teardrop mole, but I don't have it." She pointed at herself innocently, "With it, you are more beautiful than me. Um... more attractive and outstanding than me."

Oshit looked at Mori Yuesha infatuatedly, as if he was looking at an inanimate masterpiece: "You are the one who should be beautiful and obscene. Men and women should take off their clothes--"

Mori Yuesha raised her eyebrows: "Thank you for the compliment, Ms. Oshit. I have to interrupt you to prevent what you say from becoming mosaics."

"You can just call me Oshit. I'm different from that little guy Gu Yi. I never like to hide anything."

Ou Xite sat up with the help of the cushion, moving his body away from Sen Yuesha, but suddenly put his long legs on Sen Yuesha's thighs.

"Please keep an eye on it for me and don't rub it." The toes painted with blue nail polish moved back and forth.

"I'm Oshit. How should I put it... I'm probably an old god, right?" The woman introduced herself hastily.

It sounds so advanced, use a question sentence?

"Sometimes, it's hard to tell what you belong to, isn't it the same for you?" Oshit, who is obviously older than Mori Yuesha, acted like a child and acted like a spoiled child to Mori Yuesha: "Ever since I handed you over to Him, I have never seen you like this..."

The more Mori Yuesa listened, the more confused she became.

What does it mean to have been handed over to Him?

Who is He?

"A nasty and troublesome thing." The woman blinked, "But it doesn't matter. Just remember that you are 'my' child."

"mine."

Oshit emphasized the word "I" and seemed to be emphasizing something to Mori Yuesa.

Your child?

Mori Yuesa was even more confused.

The other person pouted and tickled the back of Mori Yuesa's hand with her small toes with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"It's a 'part'," she said. "You're not human, you know that?"

"Of course." Mori Yuesa patted the woman's instep.

"So, you are not a creature born naturally, you know that?"

Mori Yuesha: (?Δ?)

"Pinch people, pinch people!" Oshit winked playfully and made a pinching motion with his hands: "Have you ever played with plasticine? Did you ever -"

"Oh...you had a sad childhood...I'm so sorry."

The incoherent woman's expression became sad again.

"No, I don't understand. Who am I?" The other party's confusing words made the girl a little impatient.

"You are Mori Yuesha. The planeswalker, Mori Yuesha, that's right."

Oshit said: "I contributed something to Him, so of course you are my child."

She looked at Mori Yuesha lovingly, rubbing her toes on the girl's belly, her enchanting eyes full of meaning and charm.

Mori Yuesha adjusted her sitting position imperceptibly.

"So, that 'He' is also my mother? You created a 'person', and that person is me?"

Ou Xite nodded and looked at Sen Yuesha's face carefully: "It can be said that you are angry?"

Mori Tsukisa certainly didn't.

She breathed a sigh of relief after some of her doubts were resolved.

"I see. So that's why 'He' has been protecting me?"

Seeing that Mori Yuesha always mentioned Him, Oshit was rarely dissatisfied: "That's because He has a purpose! Don't think that He loves you so much! He just wants to find a-"

Oshit only said half a sentence before his voice began to slide down like the black and white keys of a piano, becoming gradually imperceptible.

In short, if the lady in front of her, who seemed to be even sicker than her, was telling the truth, then to some extent, she could indeed be considered her mother.

"Hey, Xiao Yuesha, stay with me for a few days? I have collected so many interesting movies..."

The woman rubbed her thighs against each other, rubbing her hands and brushing the hair away below her collarbone.

Now, there is no obstruction...

"Mother!"

A hoarse voice came from the other side of the palace.

Oshit's originally happy expression drooped instantly, and he made a bitter face and scratched his chin.

In an instant, a set of purple robes appeared on his body.

The footsteps were heavy and steady, hitting the brick wall and shattering, then reaching Mori Yuesha's ears.

After a while, a pair of old black boots came into view.

The middle-aged man was wearing a red robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders and a beard that was around his mouth and had grown wildly to his cheeks. The man looked dusty and didn't fit in with this luxurious palace.

His eyes were bright and when he strode over, Ou Shite had already changed his posture and was sitting upright, without any of the charming look he had just had.

The woman with a stern face looked like a strict mother who never smiled.

"Agamot, I remember I said you were not allowed to come to the palace today."

The woman's voice was cold and boring, but the man on the other side didn't care.

His face was full of enthusiasm. He stepped across the pool in two or three steps, first bowed respectfully to his mother, then turned his head to look at Mori Yuesha.

to be honest…

Mori Yuesa has seen this look too many times recently.

Every time I see this kind of look, it means that the other person either wants to be my father or my mother.

The middle-aged man smiled foolishly and stroked his lush beard:

"It's our first meeting. Am I dressed well?"

"Dear sister."

Oh no, sister.

~(?д?≡?д?)~

Chapter 38 Origin Talent

"So, Agamotto is also your 'creation'?"

Mori Yuesha and Ou Xite sat in the wind while eating melon seeds.

The entire nebula turned into a screen, and the animation was playing at its most exciting part.

'This is my last ripple!'

They are in a place called the 'astral plane', a dimension created by Osit.

"He is different." Speaking of Agamotto, Oshit's face was full of displeasure: "He was formed from a tear of mine, and can only be considered my 'child'. But you..."

Turning his head, Oshit looked at Mori Yuesha obsessively: "But you are my favorite masterpiece... my child..."

Mori Yuesha didn't want to pay any attention to her mother who was having a fit. She spat the melon seed shells into her palm and threw them into the trash can.

"So, the Seal of Vishanti mentioned by Master Ancient One is——"

"Yes, I, Agamotto and Hoggoth, am known in the multiverse as... Vishanti."

"The Eternal Vishanti."

That sounds... really cool.

ε?(?> ? <)?з

"It's really amazing." Oshit ate an apple and squinted his eyes: "I asked that kid Ancient One to give you more secret weapons. You can use them at this stage. But, that bald guy only wanted you to be the next Supreme Sorcerer..."

Oshit teased, “Don’t be fooled and take that tattered cloak.

Being the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy job, as you have to travel back and forth to that small place on Earth every day."

Mori Yuesha nodded and raised her wrist: "Give this back to her too?"

Oshit picked up his own purple hair and placed it on Mori Yuesha's wrist for comparison. The two sparkling strands magically flowed against each other.

"This is made of my hair. I give it to you, my dear daughter."

"It's a crystal line."

What a crappy name?

"You can start a new one." Oshit didn't care. She raised her legs and kicked them back and forth: "Whatever you like."

Give it a new name.

Mori Yuesha thought about it seriously.

"An ancient artifact of the old gods with purple gemstone and tassels."

Oshit: ...

_(:3 」∠ )_

Baby, it’s mommy’s fault.

Maybe I misdirected your talent.

Oshit smiled stiffly and passed over the topic without leaving a trace: "As for the name, it's not important, right?"

Mori Yuesa didn't care. She nodded, picked up the soda, and took a sip of the straw.

"Master Ancient One said that I will come to this world again?"

"She has opened up a new timeline for you. In return, you should come more often." Oshit blinked: "Just think of it as visiting me."

Ou Xite suddenly remembered something, sat up from the wind, and looked at Mori Yuesha with a bit of seriousness.

What's wrong?

"You're growing up, daughter."

The old god, contrary to his usual behavior, looked closely at his long-lost daughter.

In her sight, Mori Yuesha's skin was like broken glass, constantly peeling off and dissipating in the distorted space, and then continuing to be reborn and peeling off.

The whole person seemed to be reincarnated in a huge white cocoon of light.

"That guy is so sloppy. He really forgot about it."

Ou Xit stretched out his hand with some annoyance, frowned, and touched Mori Yuesha's forehead.

"I don't want such a perfect soul and face to have wrinkles and dirt."

"You can't do it right now...

Then let me be the first one."

A pure power - yes, Mori Yuesha could feel it, flowing slowly from her brain to her body, and the warm current flowed gently through her blood vessels...

A gust of wind passed through the palace, shaking the torches.

Suddenly, I heard the chirping of birds.

The flowers bloomed.

In the void, mana is vibrating wildly!

Some kind of golden, very thick solid blood...awakened inside Mori Yuesha's body.

And the profiler, who was originally unable to develop, was finally activated.

At this point, the word "origin" appeared in the talent column.

[Origin Talent: Son of the Old God]

【The child of Lady Oshit of Dawn.】