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Kurumi asked cautiously, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

She knew that there was no free lunch, and that the fulfillment of any wish came at a price.

Ling Qing released them, took a step back, and her iridescent eyes shone brightly in the night.

That depends on what you want.

Kurumi wants revenge? Ellen wants redemption? Or... a grander wish?

He shrugged, his tone casual.

The costs are naturally different as well.

His words were seductive, intended to guide the two to reveal their deepest desires.

Ailian frowned.

Can you really change the world? Even the mistakes we make... can you correct them?

Her eyes revealed both expectation and undisguised doubt.

I can't believe that the world they couldn't change could be changed by someone else.

……

PS: The picture is Kurumi Tokisaki!

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Chapter 780 Murasame Reine? Or the Primal Spirit Takamiya Mio? (Seeking monthly votes, reviews, flowers, and collections!)

Changing the world is simpler than you think.

I can even take you to see other worlds—where perhaps the social structures you dream of exist.

Ling Qing smiled calmly, painting a picture of a hopeful and beautiful future for the two of them.

Kurumi's clock eyes narrowed slightly.

What if I wanted the Primal Spirit to disappear completely?

These simple words represent Kurumi's greatest obsession in her life.

After regaining her memories, she hated the Primal Spirits every moment.

It's easy.

Ling Qing smiled, her eyes filled with confidence.

But are you really satisfied with just this? Think about it, all these years of dedication... doesn't it deserve a greater reward?

I think you should think about this carefully.

After patting the two on the shoulders, Ling Qing disappeared, leaving the two with space to think.

After Ling Qing's figure completely disappeared.

Kurumi and Ellen remained standing on the balcony, each lost in their own thoughts.

The truth about the Primal Spirit, the downfall of DEM, the deal proposed by Ling Qing... the amount of information that night was overwhelming.

Their minds were in turmoil, unable to sort things out, and they didn't know how to make a decision.

Kurumi's nails dug deeply into her palms, and the light from the clock eyes flickered, as if it were a personification of the emotions that were constantly struggling within her.

Over the years, revenge has been the only beacon that has kept her going in the darkness.

Now someone suddenly tells her that this obsession can be easily fulfilled, but then offers an even greater temptation—a greater reward that goes beyond simple revenge.

Do you really think he has the ability to rewrite the world?

Kurumi suddenly broke the silence, her voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

She stared at Ailian, trying to find the answer in her eyes.

Ailian hugged her arms tightly, the moonlight stretching her shadow long and thin, twisting it into an eerie shape on the ground.

The demise of DEM is the best proof of this.

Her voice trembled: That power beyond reason... perhaps he really does come from a higher dimension.

Thinking about the tragedy she had helped create, her fingernails almost pierced her skin.

If we can correct the mistakes... it's worth any price to pay.

……

Kurumi calmed down, looked up at the moonlight, and seemed to have changed her mindset.

……

at the same time.

Beep beep! ! !

An alarm suddenly sounded on the bridge of the Ratatosk.

Kotori Itsuka suddenly stood up, and the broken lollipop stick in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

on the big screen.

The once desolate ruins of DEM suddenly erupted with intense energy fluctuations.

Countless eerie blue specks of light rose like fireflies, piecing together strange runes in the air.

This is... a sign of spatial transfer!

Lingyin's fingers flew across the keyboard, beads of sweat sliding down her pale cheeks.

But the energy fluctuations were more intense than any previous spacequake!

Kotori's pupils contracted sharply, and she grabbed the walkie-talkie and screamed.

All personnel, prepare for battle! Activate defensive barrier—

Before he finished speaking, the entire ship began to tremble violently.

The starry sky outside the window suddenly twisted into a vortex, as if some force was tearing apart the barrier of reality.

Just as the spatial rift was about to form, a rainbow-colored light tore through the darkness.

Ling Qing's figure appeared in the center of the bridge.

He was surrounded by countless tiny points of light, like stars fallen to earth.

Kotori subconsciously used the power of fire, but the blazing flames mysteriously went out the moment they touched the hem of his clothes.

Don't be nervous, Commander Kotori Itsuka.

Ling Qing smiled and spoke, her iridescent eyes swirling with a depth as vast as the universe.

I'm here to show you a small gift.

He snapped his fingers, and the holographic projection on the bridge suddenly switched to another scene.

It was a desolate desert, and the sky was an eerie purple.

A man knelt on the sand, with black thorns made up of twisted human faces growing behind him, each face screaming silently.

When the camera zooms in.

Kotori and Rei simultaneously gasped for air.

The face was clearly that of the already dead Isaac Westcott, but the features kept reassembling like melted wax.

This is a still image of DEM's president, Isaac, and core members.

Ling Qing's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Their consciousness is trapped in the quantum rift, forever suffering torment worse than death.

This is a small gift I gave to Ratatosk, DEM's arch-rival.

Kotori clenched her fist, her nails leaving crescent-shaped bloodstains on her palm.

She forced herself to calm down: What exactly is your purpose?

Very simple.

Ling Qing's figure suddenly appeared behind her, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe.

I'm only interested in you. I think you guys are probably looking for Tohka and me right now, right?

His fingertips traced the back of Qinli's neck, leaving a faint golden mark.

……

Kotori Itsuka broke out in a cold sweat.

Thinking to himself: Damn it, this guy is much more dangerous than I thought! Lingyin, come save me!

Commander, what... happened here?

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

The door to the commander's command room opened, and her analyst, Murasame Reine, arrived.

Murasame Reine's gaze was fixed on Rei-qing. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

Ah.

Ling Qing smiled calmly, released Itsuka Kotori, and turned her gaze to Murasame Reine.

He asked with a playful expression: "In what capacity are you questioning me?"

Is it Murasame Reine, the analyst from Ratatosk?

Or is it the Primal Spirit - Mio Takamiya?

(Zhao Zhao is good)!!!

Murasame Reine's gaze narrowed abruptly.

This time, the way she looked at Ling Qing changed.

Origin elves?

Kotori Itsuka turned her head in surprise.

And she wasn't stupid.

Lingyin, don't you think you need to explain this to me?

……

After a moment of silence, Murasame Reine finally spoke softly.

Shouldn't this man with strange powers, who is out of place in this world, introduce himself?

She really wanted to know who Ling Qing was.

He seemed very powerful, but it wasn't the power of the spirit crystal, and he also seemed to know something secretive.

Ling Qing smiled slightly: Ling Qing, my name is Ling Qing, a person from another world.

……

P.S.: The picture is of Murasame Reine!

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Chapter 781 The Origin's Clone, Kotori Itsuka's Worldview Collapses! (Seeking monthly votes, reviews, flowers, and collections!)

Inside the Ratatosk command center, the blue lights of the instruments flickered in the darkness, reflecting on the solemn faces of everyone present.

I am from another world.

Ling Qing's calm words were like a nuclear bomb capable of destroying everything, detonating violently in the originally peaceful command room.

moment.