The Endless Shuttle

Chapter 7 The Demon God Playing with "Time"

When Rope finished halfway through "The Call of Cthulhu" and was gradually finishing it up, the king and queen brought their daughter La Flea into the living room.

Closing the book, the black-haired young man looked up at the expressions of the king and queen, knowing that the princess had solved the misunderstanding and told her parents her true identity.

He smiled and didn't care, and said relaxedly.

"It seems that the royal family of every country has a tradition of "coming late"..."

"please forgive."

The young emperor raised her skirt and saluted, and said respectfully.

"The Lehavain family will not neglect any guest who invites into the palace, but the father and queen need some time to accept your greatness."

"Why don't I know the identity of a "horror novel writer", and I need the king of a country to calmly accept it? "

Luo Pei said jokingly, reaching out in a gesture of please.

"This is your palace, isn't it? The guests are already seated, so naturally the host has to sit in front of the guests. Don't make me feel impolite."

As he said, he is a guest.

But let alone the attitude in Rope's words, it is natural that irrelevant people would think it was La Flea who came to visit Rope.

As if born to stand on top of the sky, all beings are all slaves.

Lucas and Polivnia believed La Flea again.

After taking his seat, the king waved back the maid standing outside the door, and asked the black-haired young man earnestly.

"I heard from La Flea, I don't know your Excellency... Are you really as my daughter said?"

There is straightforwardness in the blood of the Viking warrior.

So if Lucas didn't like to go around corners, he went straight to the point and asked him for confirmation.

Rope paused when he picked up the teacup, and asked with a smile.

"What did Miss La Flea say?"

"--God."

"Umm."

The dark-haired young man tilted his head and thought.

"In the sense of the multiverse, it doesn't seem to count. But at the level of your world, there is probably no difference..."

Then he spread his hands and said.

"God, the godslayer, the father of all demons, the unspeakable demons, the thirsty and secret great occultist... My title is gone, and it doesn't matter whichever you know, it's me."

"How to prove that what you said is the truth?"

Lucas asked with piercing eyes.

Originally sitting next to her parents, La Flea, who was a well-behaved lady, immediately couldn't sit still.

She asked nervously.

"My father! How can you..."

"It doesn't matter, Miss La Fleuria."

Luo Pei smiled and stopped the round of the Silver Queen.

"My temper is not as bad as you think. The Lehavain family treats each other with courtesy. Besides, I am on vacation again. It is no big deal. It is reasonable for the King to have doubts. But, um. , How can I prove it... this really stumps me."

Rope never felt embarrassed to "prove himself."

His power, his authority, his slaughter, everything will be engraved with deep and unforgettable fear in the hearts of intellectual creatures.

But these are obviously not methods that can be used in Aldikia.

It's not an enemy, it's engaged in horrific massacres and mass destruction in front of the seemingly polite royal family and the pitiful princess...

Rope was not neurotic enough yet.

Soon, the black-haired youth thought of a way.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the soft back of the sofa with a smile.

"I heard that because of me, the "Royal Dinner" hosted by the Kingdom of Aldikia tonight was not a success? "

"Yes. It's the little girl's willfulness that makes you joke."

"If that's the case, then I'll help you "start again", right? "

"……what?"

"Literally, try again."

In a moment, a part of Luopei's palm turned into a dark blue appearance with a movement that humans could not capture.

There may be a feeling of overkill, but the dark-haired youth in a leisurely vacation obviously doesn't care.

The great "time" divinity is burning blazingly, and the brilliant power is gathered in the palm of the demon god.

He clasped the strings of time tightly, and then gently plucked them, the correction of the world only appeared for an instant and then disappeared.

——The world has succumbed.

Give in to the majesty of the sublime multiverse evil demigod in charge of "time."

The indescribable scene appeared in the eyes of Lucas, Polivnia, and La Flea.

The world is rewinding.

This is not an adjective, but a real step backwards.

The sun rises from the west, and the birds that fly away fly back, everything is backing toward the "past" set by the demigod.

Soon, from night to evening, from evening to afternoon, and from afternoon to morning--

Before the three tiny humans had reacted, a ray of sunlight in the morning passed through the window of the living room and reflected on the precious hand-woven carpet.

The "string of time" in each world is different. Just like the last world where the gods gathered, Rope had to move very hard, but this world was much easier, and it didn't even take a lot of divine power to go back more than ten hours ago, and bring other existences back together.