because i am stel

There are no remains, presumably the observers were successfully evacuated when the natural disaster arrived.

She walked into the observation station, and there were no illusions or memory fragments in the depths of her mind.

It's just an ordinary place.

Very common, can be seen everywhere.

There was a feeling in the girl's heart called 'disappointment' - she didn't quite know why she had such a mood.But she didn't really want to erase that feeling.

——I always feel that today seems to be a special day.

——But it doesn't seem to be a solar term, and I don't remember any anniversaries in the near future.Is it whose birthday?No, I don't remember anyone whose birthday falls on this day.

——It's really strange...why, I feel this kind of bewildered feeling.

Her fingertips brushed over the long, rotting table, which turned to dust along with the scattered papers on it—nothing special, no hidden secrets.This is an ordinary observation station stronghold.

But she was disappointed because of this - she wanted to meet a powerful monster here.She wants to discover some hidden secrets.She wanted to taste an old legend—some kind of impulse surged in her heart, wanting her to find something special and different for herself.Nice to have that as a fun gift.

Gift……

Why is it a gift?

Who is the gift for?Who needs gifts?

——Didn’t I already make a lot of gifts today and send out a lot of gifts?

— Did I miss anyone?

Doubt and confusion lingered endlessly in her mind. When she stomped her toes on the ground, all the corrupted things were turned into dust and then sent away by the hot wind from the door opening.In a blink of an eye, this abandoned old building was swept away.

Nothing at all.

The only thing that is intact is a stone that used to be part of the ceiling.And beyond that—no, including that, nothing interesting.

So she sat down on the stone, thought, and waited for the arrival of the origin stone storm.

She knew that if she wanted to, she could also create a storm in the atmosphere manually.But since Persephone has already made a plan, there is no need to add other variables.

think.

Levantine gave off heat, being beside her, allowing her to put her hands on it.

keep thinking.

Calculated from the beginning of the Chernobog incident until now, it has only been more than three days, close to four days.But in this short period of time, the events that happened were really numerous and complicated.

— Am I missing something?

The experience in the dream world is ruled out for the time being. Although it has some influence on reality, it has little to do with it—in fact, the fact that Persephone has not reported any bad news until now can basically confirm that the trip to the dream world has a great impact on him. Others don't have much influence at all.And the reason why I kept my distance from them was only because of the normal safety regulations.

——The people I want to save are all alive.

——The people I want to help are better off than before.

——For this world, I have not interfered much... But how much interference can three or four days have?Not to mention, I also saved Chernobog from the Scourge.

-I should be doing pretty well...except for some emotional distress from the new behavior.I should be doing pretty well otherwise.

- Can I get rewards?

An inexplicable thought suddenly appeared in her mind, but she quickly got rid of this meaningless thought from her mind - how old are they, and they still look like children?Have you lived in the air for so many years?

Raise your hand, turn on PRTS, the signal on the terminal is empty, and you can't find someone to chat with.

Checking the terminal memory, some games to pass the time appeared in the eyes-but these tricks were too simple for her.She had to blink to make up for the frame, making her dynamic vision lower than the refresh rate of the terminal.And whether it's combat operations, trade operations, decryption exploration-this kind of tricks that can be seen at a glance are as easy as eating and drinking for her.

Will the strong in the fantasy world be addicted to video games? ——Liar, a champion who can win countless life and death fights, how could he be interested in this kind of pixel changes under the control of fingers?This kind of false victory can't even bring her pleasure, and she is even less interested in those dramas that can be broken with one poke.

Put down the terminal and look around.Theresa, who had been everywhere until a while ago, was nowhere to be seen—yes, she said she wanted to do something personal.And want to come to her private affairs can not be handled with a lift of a finger.

——It's kind of boring.

——But, uh... Thearesia... Ah, yes, I forgot to make clothes for Theresia.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she felt that she must have grasped something, and clearly understood the inexplicable confusion and emptiness in her heart——Teresia, and theresia was worse.Although Thearesia is now dead and inconveniently busy, it doesn't mean she can't handle the situation.

Close your eyes, then open them, the territory of the Empire of Consciousness is at the bottom of your feet.

Taking a deep breath, a storm was born, and the thick fog was pushed outward until several square kilometers of complete land were exposed.

Then... start forging.

——The dress for Thearesia should not be a fluffy skirt.

——She doesn't need a dress, her battlefield is not an elegant ball.

——So, I will hand over a set of armor to her.

The ground cracked as she gazed, and a gigantic volcano roared up.The blazing pool of fire is a furnace, and the blood of the earth is tumbling endlessly in the depths.

Fire, more blazing fire.Pierce Levantine into the pool of flames.

The boiling flame pool turned from bright red to blazing white.The bones and blood of the earth gathered under the extreme heat - she didn't know the nature of the metal in the empire of consciousness... It didn't matter.She only needs to know that no matter what it is, as long as it can last for a short time under the calcination of Levantin, then it is a unique, harmless and precious material.

Burn, then pool.

Using will as a restraint, all the fiery things in the entire volcano were almost ablated by Levantin.And the last remaining things that were not completely burned in the first time.It is a suitable material for forging armor.

She obtained a mass of metal suspended in mid-air, which was still glowing white due to the extremely high temperature.

Then, temper.

Use fantasy as a skeleton, and hammer with will.She easily selected the essential parts from the many women's armors in her memory and designed a style suitable for Theresia.There are no extra tattoos, no extra hollows, and no excess skin exposure.The job of the armor is protection, and the streamlined structure only emphasizes the realization of the concept of 'holy'.

"Teresia will definitely like it." She looked at her creation, and after cooling down, the elegant full-body armor with white background and dark red appeared in her eyes.She stretched out her hand and tested the strength a little. "But looks are not enough."

Miss Sturtle whispered, a stream of blood spilled from her fingertips, and a small section of loose hair behind her was cut off under her will—her blood melted into the armor, and the cold and hard metal turned For flexibility.The ends of the hair poke into the junction and melt into the metal material.The hundreds of individual armor pieces of this set of armor turned into a seamless integration in an instant.

Absolutely no flaws, qi and blood enhancement, self-healing, soul protection—all the functions that should be possessed by the legendary defensive artifacts all appear on this armor.Vaguely, there is even an independent will that is about to be born from the inside of the armor, making it look like a living thing—but this is not possible, the first person the chick sees should be its owner.Then Miss Steele raised her finger, temporarily interrupting the birth of the creature.

Interrupt, not block outright.

She needs a messenger, a messenger who can find Theresia instead of her, but who is not part of her and will not disturb Theresia.

And she happened to have the raw materials to make this messenger in her hands.

"I'm sorry, W." Miss Stelter said, and from her pocket, she took out the scare box that W gave herself on the rooftop before leaving-she knew that this was the Empire of Consciousness.And because of this, the scare box here is an aggregation of concepts, not a creation of reality.

"If it was your painstaking efforts, you can definitely find Theresia's." She let go of her hand, and W's scare box turned into a black flying bird. over the birds.And it immediately screamed crisply, grabbed the completed holy armor, and flew to the other side of the sky.

Miss Steele opened her eyes.

She felt that the ground under her feet seemed strange, as if something was missing, and nothing was missing.

She stretched out her hand and took out the shock box that W gave her—the original solid container has now become as if it has experienced a century of wind erosion.Just touching it, it disintegrates like dust.

"Ok?"

There was a little tactile abnormality in the dust.

Miss Steele lowered her head and observed carefully.She found that the clown shell in the box was falling off.A delicate content is being revealed as the dust escapes.And this fact made her eyes widen.

It is a figure.

A two-headed body, Q version Nendoroid figure.

W with two heads is hiding in the clown in the scare box, showing her a mischievous smile.

She was startled at first.

"what."

then.

"Haha."

The melancholy in his heart no longer remained, and the corners of his stiff mouth gradually turned up into a smile.

"You really have your style, W... So that's what you mean when you say you want to have some fun." She picked up the figure and liked it no matter how she looked at it.It turned out that this was the parting gift W gave her at that time.This turned out to be the real surprise box.

She put the figure on her chest and put it close to her body.

"Thank you, W."

She feels better.

Although she still couldn't remember what day it was or what she was missing, she felt better.

The wind outside the door was turning, and a storm of origin stones was being formed.

The appointed time has arrived.

Her toes lightly stepped on the ground, and her body turned into a ray of fire and rose into the core of the storm one kilometer above the ground.The originium fragments flying at high speed meant nothing to her, and Levantine's fire surrounded her, providing her with protection.

"I'm counting on you this time too, Lewandine." She said to her sword, and then closed her eyes.

The door of the two worlds opened, and this time, there was no familiar or strange breath in her perception.

Ready for anything.

Then, open the door to the dream world.

..............................

Miss Steele opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is the burning flame.

Fire, boiling fire.A fire that surrounds the house and brings smoke.

She looked at her hands, slender and sickly.Under the body is a soft but simple bed, and this body is in a single room of a cheap apartment.

A single room in a low-cost apartment that was being burned down for a poor, sickly girl to live in!

All the good mood disappeared in an instant, replaced by the unstoppable rage bursting out from the bottom of my heart!

She turned her head abruptly and looked somewhere out of the window. There was a lot of voices, panic and the spreading fire.

"You fucking..."

Chapter 110 Seven Surte

— well done, well done.

——The long-lost pain and hesitation, but I have a good aftertaste.

Miss Shirtle closed her eyes, and opened them a second later. All the anger and hatred that had boiled in her eyes just now disappeared in an instant.She temporarily shut down her emotional system, and only looked at this world and everything that was happening in this world with pure reason and absolute indifference.

——This is not my previous life, but the scene is similar and the events are similar.Because that's not how I remember the interior furnishing.

——The text on the calendar is not Chinese either.

Get up and jump off the bed.The thin body warned her with dull pain and weakness, telling her the fact that this body was dying—but she ignored it, and just suppressed the pain with her own will.Closer to the nearest dressing mirror, it reflected a face that was roughly the same as Terra's, but without the horns.

—Redheaded, not brunette.The pupils are not black either—as expected, I haven't changed back to my previous life.

The flames were still burning, creaking and eating away at the fabric of the curtains.There is a layered sense of screaming, shouting, confusion and sirens coming from outside the window.And this means that the area caught in the fire is not the only residence she is in.

The smoke was getting thicker, and she felt that there was a dense free energy in the air, but its nature was somewhat strange.Those flames were like ordinary fire but seemed to be mixed with some strange things, similar to a curse, but not very pure.

— These flames should not be harnessed by force.The structure of this world is a bit strange, before I figure out some basic common sense, I'd better only use this body that belongs to me.

——Perhaps it would be more appropriate to reset a body by death?

——No, no.Only this body, I will not allow it to die in the same way as my previous life.

A decision was made in her heart.And then she breathed lightly—not to absorb the free energy in the air, but to adjust the breath with a simple breathing method, to check whether her body was different from other human bodies in the panphysical dream world.And when she obtained a tangible result, several acupuncture points on her body swelled slightly under the action of will and breath.

The lungs hurt a little, it is pneumonia in the severe stage.In this regard, it is quite consistent with Miss Shirtel's previous life.

But she doesn't cough.You don't need it, you can control it.

——In the results of a rough observation of the human body structure, no free elements or xenogeneic blood vessels were detected.It seems that the human beings in this world are not innate Taoist bodies, nor are they descendants of gods and demons.Then, the only thing that can be cultivated is the secret method of tempering the structure of flesh and blood.

——Before understanding the power system of this world, first use Renxian Martial Arts and Beidou Ryuken.

- I need to replenish my energy.

There is no obvious food in the room, but there are several bags of compressed biscuits under the bed—take it out and swallow it into the stomach, the stimulated stomach will use more than usual power to crush the biscuits that are crushed by the breath at the moment of being swallowed Fragments are swallowed and digested.With the generation of a little strength, the girl did not go through the door, but turned over the window. She was about 15 meters above the ground, but she could fall down as lightly as a cat as long as she adjusted her body shape a little and released the force.

Behind him, an entire apartment building was burning.From time to time, there were screams and voices calling for help.On the street, the crowd scattered and fled.

--Western Europe.

She recognized these ethnic characteristics, and quickly found the corresponding language in her memory—this is Milan, or Italy, an ancient country with a long history.And the race here also has a suitable reason for her to wear red hair.