The second dimension life starting from Fuyuki City

Grandpa Mo Yi is really amazing that he has made the other person what he is today through his own efforts. He is worthy of being a great writer, thinker and educator. No one else can do it.JPG.

"When you switch to the off state, this mask will convert your ability to connect to the roots into physical defense and magic resistance of corresponding strength."

"That way, you can live the life you want."

The most fundamental problem for Aika Sajo is that she was born with too much power but lacked the corresponding mind. Too much power can affect the mentality of the holder and may even turn him into a psychopath.

The second young lady of a certain Hongmeng Pavilion is like this. Anything in front of her, including objects made of sand, will break into pieces with a slight touch.

However, Aika Sajo knows everything and gets the results without any cognitive process or thinking. Such a life is naturally extremely boring.

To solve the other person's problem, the easiest way is naturally to seal the other person's ability and turn the other person into an ordinary person. As time goes by, the other person will naturally understand and appreciate the fragility of life and the meaning of pursuing the unknown.

However, this method is not suitable to be used on Aiaotian from the beginning.

Just like those who win at the starting line, they always shout, these are not what I want, I just want freedom, do you understand?

But if the other person really loses everything suddenly, he or she will not be able to adapt, and after returning to the original state, he or she may even become worse.

Therefore, the best way to treat Aika Sajo is to gradually change her values ​​through words, actions, and storytelling. After achieving certain results, seal her abilities and let her regain a sense of being alive.

The inspiration for transforming the panda mask into a switch and amulet came from Zhen Ritian, whose Noble Phantasm was to convert his own magic resistance into absolute defense.

Sha Tiao Aige, who had been keeping her head down, did not respond to Mo Yi's words immediately. After several seconds, she raised her head and looked at Grandpa Mo Yi with her tearful blue eyes. She said in a low but firm voice:

"Life without you is not the life I want!"

At this moment, Grandpa Mo Yi was finally sure that he had indeed changed the other person.

We will feel sad, upset and cry because of separation. This is the emotional manifestation of being a human being.

"As long as you wear this mask, I can instantly locate your position even in other parallel worlds—"

Grandpa Mo Yi smiled and said:

"In other words, I can find you anytime."

"Also, when I return home, I will build a portal in the original world, and you can come to my house as a guest anytime."

"My family and friends there are all very nice people. I'll introduce them to you when the time comes. You two will definitely become good friends."

"Humph, that's impossible—"

After hearing Mo Yi's words, Ai Ge finally felt relieved. She showed her usual bright smile, but muttered to herself:

"I'm enough to have you. I won't be friends with those guys."

Although Ai Aotian's words were small, how could Grandpa Mo Yi not hear them with his hearing ability?

But, we should always have dreams, what if they come true?

————Aiaotian used his right hand to break the dividing line of Grandpa Mo Yi’s boring fantasy————

After sending Sha Tiao Ai Ge away, Grandpa Mo Yi began his final work, which was to open the way home, talk to those magicians about their ideals in life, and ask them to compensate him for his mental damages.

Although after coming to the root, he absorbed and learned countless new rules, which allowed Grandpa Mo Yi's slowly growing strength to be greatly improved.

But it's like a student who knows that studying hard at home during spring break can improve their academic ability, but who would give up their Peach Blossoms and Bilibili during the break and spend three years in their room doing five years of college entrance exam simulations?!

Nonsense, it doesn't exist!

This is simply an act of murder!

And this is probably what happened to Mo Yi.

He had long been accustomed to all kinds of wandering and slacking off, but he was suddenly locked in a small dark room and was not allowed to come out until he had completed all the knowledge and rules of the root.

What a cruel thing this is!

After outlining countless magical runes, a door made of runes appeared in front of Grandpa Mo Yi.

There was no hesitation. Mo Yi had never thought that the magic he researched would fail. He was so confident in using Overlord Shampoo.

"You came?"

However, the situation was far from what Mo Yi had imagined. He did not return to the apartment where he lived with Toosaka Rin, but came to a very messy room filled with all kinds of figures and posters.

The person who was talking to Mo Yi was a man who was playing on the computer with his back to Mo Yi.

"It's you--"

Grandpa Mo Yi didn't say anything and rushed forward with a punch.

"Don't think I can't recognize you just because your back is facing me!"

"I go--"

The man with his back to Mo Yi no longer cared about the elementary school student alliance in front of the computer. With three routes broken, he was left alone to defend the home. Although it was important to fight back against an empty house, no matter how important it was, it was not as important as his own waist, which was the guarantee of his wives' happiness.

It’s going to break, what should I do next?

Is it possible to just lie down and enjoy it?!

When the other person turned around, Grandpa Mo Yi saw an ordinary face of about thirty years old.

The other party will appear deep in the root and bring Grandpa Mo Yi here. Naturally, he is not an ordinary passerby, but a Type-Moon version of the Sweeping Monk. He will not show his face unless it is necessary. Once he appears, he will punch the final villain, kick the protagonist, and become the final crying monster who advises everyone to be kind.

The opponent stretched out his right hand, caught Mo Yi's flying kick calmly, and threw it back, saying with a smile:

"It's not good to launch such a brutal attack on a stranger right after meeting him, Master Yakumo."

Mo Yi: “…”

Their eyes met instantly, and Mo Yi knew that this person's skills were not inferior to mine!

Moreover, if he spoke his pen name right away, it would mean that the other party had investigated him, but he knew nothing about the other party's information, which would make it difficult to fight.

Of course, whether to fight or not is one question, and how to maintain the status quo is another.

"Don't think I don't recognize you. You had the guts to attack me before, now you have the guts to admit it, you man in black!!"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense—"

The middle-aged man said with a tone that made him want a beating, glaring at Mo Yi comically, and said with a smile:

"I just now know what the Black Man in Death Elementary School is. How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Mo Yi: “…”

You are very slutty, does your mother know?

"After saying hello, let's get straight to the point."

The middle-aged man said with a malicious smile:

"I believe you are also curious. What is the matter that I invited you here for?"

Mo Yi: "What a special way of inviting."

"Haha, it's okay, it's just third in the world. Even if you praise me like this, I won't be happy, damn it—"

The middle-aged man ignored Grandpa Mo Yi's ridicule and continued;

"You can call me Mushroom. As you can see, I am the Lord of the Origin, or in other words, the master of the Type-Moon World."

Mo Yi was not surprised by this answer. The worlds in the multiverse are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Many of them were born from the void, and many were created by powerful people with their own power.

It is also possible that it was a natural world at first, found by a powerful person, and then transformed into his own world.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Grandpa Mo Yi spread his hands and complained:

"Do you want to collect rent?"

"Young man, don't be so anxious."

The middle-aged man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, sat on the stool, took a long puff, and continued:

"I have something to say, please listen carefully."

"Wait, if you don't want to listen, goodbye--"

'Hearing such a line, Mo Yi subconsciously rejected it three times in a row.

mushroom:"···"

Judging from the flirtatious words and reaction level, the other party is indeed the person he is looking for.

Fortunately, I didn’t give up and finally waited for you!

"It's useless. I've already locked the door to this room. Even you, in front of the authority dog, have no way to leave here."

Mushroom was at his ease, looking at Mo Yi with an expression that said, "Young man, I'm optimistic about you," and began to explain:

"As you can see, I am also a transcendent."

"For many years, I've been rubbing the world with my hands just for fun. I wanted to create an interesting world to play with. I believe you understand the feeling of creating something you like."

"People always need some hobbies, otherwise how can they get through it?"

"However, with my efforts and the development of the Type-Moon world, my world has accidentally become too powerful. In terms of the strictness of its rules, it is even no less than some of the great worlds."

"This should have been a good thing, but this world, infused with all my hard work, has developed too well. It even automatically evolved into a 'seat', connecting it to my existence."

"It's just that I've been addicted to figurines for a long time, and my eight wives have issued an ultimatum, ordering me to return home or they will run away with my son and daughters."

"But because I am a member of the 'seat', if I leave at will, it will affect this world that I have worked so hard to create and that I love the most."

"So, I plan to find someone I can trust and give it to someone else."

"Okay, so you mean, you want to give me the Type-Moon World?"

Mo Yi also understood and said:

"Indeed, owning this world is like owning a villa in a first-tier city for us Transcendents. If someone gives it to me for free, it's a huge bargain, a truly incredible opportunity."

"It's just that what I, Mo Yi, like to do most is to say NO to those who are self-righteous!"

A world with a 'Seat' is not just a house, it can also be transformed into the most luxurious weapon in the multiverse when necessary.

You can pull the enemy into your own world, and then close the door and beat the dog with the blessing of your hometown. You can retreat and directly smash the opponent with your world. No matter how strong that person is, he can only be like a world champion boxer facing a high-speed truck. No matter how strong you are, you will only be hit by the truck.

Of course, in addition to the benefits, there must be corresponding limitations.

Whoever sits on the 'seat' is the master of this world, just like the title deed of a house.

But when you live in a house, you have to put in the effort to maintain it. If there are any problems, you have to deal with them yourself. Even when there are problems in the world, it will affect the owner.

Moreover, once you sit on the "seat", the world and people are connected together. This connection cannot be severed at will, just like stepping on a piece of chewing gum. If you want to get rid of it, the chewing gum will stick to other things.

Moreover, it is not something that can be given to anyone. If the other party's ability cannot bear the pressure of the "seat", it cannot be transferred at all.

Negative assets, although still assets, cannot be transferred at will. This is the tragedy of mortgage slaves.

As a liberal, how could Grandpa Mo Yi give up his bachelor life and be tied to one world?

Especially in Type-Moon, a world where all kinds of problems always occur and nuclear destruction occurs at any time, wouldn't I be busy to death by then?

Where is the time to go out and have fun!

And Mo Yi, who is also a transcendent like the other party, is the best candidate.

Mushroom, who has special feelings for his own world, naturally would not transfer it to others casually. After observing Mo Yi for a long time, he was sure that the other party was indeed someone worthy of trust.

I won't let the world I worked so hard to create be destroyed.

To him, the world he had worked so hard to create was no different from his own daughter, and he would definitely not let those bad boys get away with it.

If his wives hadn't been so upset, he wouldn't have given away his hard work.

Now, he is faced with such a dilemma: he can only choose one between his lovely cat and his wife who is allergic to cats.

Of course, he really wanted to choose the cat, but he thought about how his wives were not much worse than him in fighting ability. If he refused, they would not run away from home with their children, but would come here, beat him up first, and then drag him back home to continue beating him.

Mushroom didn't feel surprised when he saw Mo Yi refuse.

After all, if one day, you are strolling outside and someone suddenly appears and says that he will transfer all his wealth to you, you will definitely not believe it. The other party must be a scammer, or even wants to trick you away, then knock you out on the way and sell your kidney.

"I know you've been collecting this faith—"

Polished sales pitch:

"If I take over this business, won't I have as much faith as I want?"

The other party was right. The people sitting there were no different from the world itself.

Whether it is the world itself, the way of heaven, the root, the organization, or the will of the universe, as long as people pursue and trust these collections that represent the concept of the world, Mo Yi can collect these things continuously.