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So even though the current moment is safe and sound, Weston does not want to have a [-]% possibility of momentary death.

But buying the [future] from [now] makes Weston lose any interest at all, and a repeated timeline is meaningless.

He walked behind the great sage, and the instinct from his body made him hug her with both hands.

Meteora ate the hamburger with a few drops of sauce on his mouth, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What are you doing?"

Meteora looked at each other calmly. When she first arrived in this world last week, it was because she felt good aptitude, so as the great sage in charge of the Wanli Library, she didn't mind planting magical beliefs in this strange world.

She chose this disciple, and he was very up-to-date, but he was fussy about some small things.

She imparts knowledge in exchange for food and clothing, and the two are traded equally, how perfect!

But the other party was getting more and more aggressive, which made her frown slightly. If it wasn't for the needs of food and shelter, she would not bear it.

"I want to have no regrets."

Outrageous idea!Meteora thought to himself, the undisguised aggressiveness in the other party's eyes was actually aimed at pushing himself down as a teacher, rather than surpassing himself in academics and magic.

The young man had gone astray, and Meteora decided it was necessary to steer him in the right direction.

Opening the book of thousands of miles, a defensive wall blocked the opponent, and Meteora landed smoothly: "If you learn this magic within three days..."

Without waiting for Meteora to speak, Weston interrupted directly: "Then we can sleep together?"

Meteora's small face froze, and she glanced at him implying sullen displeasure: "Your thinking is very problematic, you should respect me."

"Only filthy people would think wrongly." Weston said righteously.Having the memory of the future can easily sweep them away, but it still can't change too much.At present, he can only bear it if the goal is to overthrow Meteora.

The great sage doesn't believe the young man's words at all, but she knows that if she wants to teach the other party, she can't do it without paying the price, and she can't leave directly as a teacher, because the other party's money is tightly in her hands, She did not leave the young people with the capital to support themselves.

Meteora thought for a while, and immediately found a solution: "Yes."

Even if she sleeps in the same bed, she can be divided into two parts, one is the territory of the other party, and the other is the country of her own sages.

But she didn't know at all that the young man in front of her rewrote the world line with the memory of the 'reborn'.

Magic is completely stress-free, and the 'Nation of Stone'/'Nation of Sages' that the great sage thinks does not exist at all.

Two days later, Meteora watched the opponent easily use the defensive wall, and replaced the bed with a 1.6-meter-wide bed, his little face was completely darkened.

The majesty of the great sage was swept away, and Meteora could only activate the defensive spells in all directions on the surface of the body clothes to defend against the disciple's evil thoughts when he was crowded with Weston that night.

However, despite this, when she woke up the next day, her sage robe was peeled off, and her small body was tightly hugged by Weston.

In addition to not breaking through the body's defensive wall, basically the body of the sage has completely fallen.

Such days lasted until the arrival of the new creature Selesia, and then Selesia returned after leaving.

One morning, Meteora expressed that he could no longer bear the daily routine of arranging defensive spells to block Weston's attack, and then being deciphered magically to take advantage of it.

The majesty of the teacher is completely lost. The longer we get along, the more dangerous the other party's thinking becomes, and the source of money is blocked, which is even more unbearable.

Watching Wes typing quickly on the universal keyboard in the living room, Meteora frowned.

【re: Creator】The title is very eye-catching.

This disciple intends to let the scenes he walks be written down in a 'biblical' way.To be honest, Meteora disagreed very much. Magicians who pretended to be gods generally didn't live very long, but she couldn't stop the other party's thoughts at all.

"Selesia called and said she wanted us to come over," Meteora said.

"Is it a new creation?" Wei Sitong knew it well.

This is the opportunity for Ruwei Kanaya to appear, and it is also a precursor to his separation from Meteora.

Weston sighed a little in his heart, it seemed that the changed daily life was coming to an end.It's a pity that in the end, he still couldn't crack the defensive spell on Meteora's body. The body is connected as one, and as long as he cracks a small matrix, the other party will be awakened by the strict spell, which makes him helpless.

It seems that it is impossible to make the other party willing.

But Weston had no regrets.

"Wait, I'll be right there."

Weston inserted the USB flash drive into his notebook and copied 【RE: Volume [-]】

In the future, Meteora will use this to counter himself, but he will let the other party understand that the second round of the so-called elimination room FES is written according to himself.

……

After breaking up with Meteora that night, I feel that the days after that are not worth mentioning at all.

Everything went according to memory: snatching Ruwei Kanaya's mecha, finding the Tsukijoin Makan to start planning, encountering the little loli Momika, the female knight, and fighting with her own princess by the bridge...

It wasn't until six months later that the Elimination Chamber FES opened.

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Altair overlooked the broken earth below from high above. The huge round pit raised smoke and dust all over the sky, which lasted for a long time before dissipating.

Altair stared at the edge of the crater. After Wushuang swept Selesia and the others, when Weston appeared, she did not hesitate to use nuclear bombs to explode.

But at this moment, she was the only one left standing in the field.

Not long after, Altair frowned slightly, and the distorted force field appeared in the space in front of him, causing his face to suddenly become a little ugly.

"Hmph, are you still alive?"

A black crack opened in the sky, and a girl similar to her stepped out of it, and behind her was the figure of Weston.