In the weird second dimension of killing gods

Origami stared blankly at the purple miasma.

Lian explained: "There are many possibilities in the world, but only one possibility can continue. Those 'stories' that cannot continue for various reasons will fall into dreams, or it can be said that they are no longer real."

“Here are those little worlds that aren’t real anymore.”

"These are insignificant fragments, all denied 'stories' and 'dreams' that are no longer real."

She lightly tapped her fingers and a bubble appeared in front of Origami's eyes.

Lian said leisurely: "The whole world is being determined. The time that was originally in an ambiguous state is gradually being determined and becoming difficult to rewrite. Just like what is recognized by God and the King is true, and everything else is false."

Origami frowned when she heard this and said, "It sounds like an Indian myth."

Lian asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Origami explained: "I once heard about the research of a magician, so I know some concepts in Indian mythology and philosophy."

“In Indian mythology, the world is in a state of being less than real.”

"It requires great beings such as the gods, asuras, and gods to practice asceticism. Only when the power of asceticism is perfected, or the karma of cause and effect is perfected, will the world break away from this unreal state and completely become an absolutely real world."

"That magus researcher believes that the essence of manifestation equipment is to make the real reality unreal within a certain range..."

At this point, Origami realized that this topic was irrelevant to the current situation and immediately shook her head.

"Dreams are the place closest to the 'illusory' world and farthest from the 'real' world. That's why you can find those fragments of the world that are no longer real and have become illusions during the evolution of the world."

Lian smiled and said, "That's right. For those of you in the real timeline, these are just dreams. So are you sure you want to waste your precious wish-making opportunity in such a dream?"

Origami nodded.

Lian added: "Even if you really let yourself in another timeline give up hatred, it is just a dream. Even so, do you still want to do this?"

Origami looked into Lian's eyes seriously and said, "It's not a dream."

Just like he wanted to help Tohka in the beginning.

Now I also want to help the elf in front of me.

This is her philosophy.

Lian said no more, but just let the purple miasma cover Origami. When Origami disappeared, the corners of her mouth curled up and she let out a laugh.

"Ha ha……"

That was a mockery of origami.

It's also a mockery of oneself.

Origami opened her eyes again, and she was back in her dream again.

This is the abandoned past.

This is denied history.

She raised her head and looked up into the sky, where she saw a glowing elf fighting with a blurry figure. The two displayed terrifying power in the air.

Origami didn't have time to take a closer look, she had more important things to do.

To convey your feelings at this moment to yourself here.

To convey to yourself the precious memories you have received from your parents.

"If it's here, we should go this way..."

Thinking of this, Origami ran in the direction of her memory. Her footsteps rang out on the street. Soon, she saw little Origami slumped on the road at the end of her sight.

Five years ago, the young me sat on the hard ground at a loss, with a long ravine beside me.

"I must, I must tell my other self the important things that my parents taught me."

Origami mustered up the courage to step forward, but suddenly her expression changed.

Behind the ravine, I saw several parts that should have been human shapes lying sadly inside.

Just one glance and Origami is sure

Those are your parents.

"Woooo..."

The gastric juice refluxed uncontrollably, and Origami found it hard to accept for a moment.

“Aa ...

Origami made a hoarse sound and crawled on the ground as if she was trying to hold on to something that originally belonged to her parents. Then, the girl gritted her teeth and raised her head to stare at the sky, at the source of the light pouring down.

"Angel……"

Little Origami looked up at the sky and murmured softly.

From here, it is impossible to clearly see the appearance of the elf that releases the light, and you can only barely see the outline of a human figure.

"It's... you..."

Little Origami collapsed on the ground, with strong hatred in his innocent eyes, and shouted loudly: "I can't forgive you! Kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

The voice should not be able to reach high altitudes, but the "elf" in pure white spiritual clothing was shaking its body as it uttered this sentence.

It was almost like laughing.

Origami stood up with difficulty, wanting to go forward and advise her past self, hoping to do something.

but.

Origami suddenly felt as if thousands of insects were gnawing at her skin, and she shuddered.

She suddenly thought that this "elf" in the sky was emitting white light and looked like an angel.

The "elves" corresponding to the second to the tenth prima facie are not like that.

and.

This is the power that operates "light"...

"No way, could it be..."

Origami suddenly had a horrible guess.

In this timeline, it was the First Elf who killed his parents.

The "elves" that manipulate light!

Who is the First Elf?

Yatogami Tohka, Yuiya Miku, Kazedai Yamai, Kagano Nanazai, Hoshimiya Rokuko, Gokawa Kotori, Himegawa Shiono, Tokisaki Kurozzo, Honjo Nia.

besides----

"Tobiichi Origami."

The sound of mumbling came from Origami's mouth.

She raised her head and looked at the "elves" in the sky.

The white figure gradually became clear in the light.

That's yourself.

She was wearing a pure white gauze skirt, which looked like it was cut from clouds falling from the sky.

The unique cut of the skirt follows the elegant curves of the body, extending perfectly from the shoulders to the knees, like a pure and flawless white flower, blooming with unique charm.

Each piece of the skirt is as delicate as a petal, swaying gently, as if dancing in the wind.

There is a crown-like ring suspended above the head, which emits a mysterious light.

The ring is made of an unknown material, and its surface is covered with a delicate luster, like a flower moistened by morning dew.

The light in the ring was like flowing liquid silk, hanging down with gravity and surrounding her head like a dream.

Except for the crown ring on the head, all the decorations on the body are in dazzling pure white, like a unique wedding dress.

Against the backdrop of this pure white gauze dress, her skin looks even whiter than jade.

Around her are golden "feathers" of varying lengths, making her look like an angel.

at this time.

The angel is screaming in despair.

Origami screams.

Origami opened her mouth slightly, but all the sounds were trapped in her throat and she couldn't utter a word.

At this moment, all three Origami were in despair.

It's like falling into a bottomless abyss.

boom!boom!

The space cracked like glass. This abandoned, no longer real historical fragment finally shattered.

In the shattered void, a spiritual crystal quietly appeared.

A gem that emits dazzling white light!

Kaka————

The white gemstone continued to turn black, and finally became pure black.

This black spiritual power crystal fell into Origami's chest.

Thus, the Demon King was born.

Chapter 117: The History Book of Time, start!

The autumn wind was blowing gently in front of the Pengshui Pond in the station square. Huoxia was walking slowly towards us with light steps, as if following the melody of musical notes.

In the distance, there was already a young girl waiting there quietly.

This girl is none other than Tobiichi Origami.

The upper body is wearing a cute women's shirt with a knitted jacket, which is as pure and flawless as snowflakes falling on the fresh snow. The skirt with an autumn atmosphere makes her temperament more gentle and charming.

The snow-white long hair hangs down naturally, with only three hairpins cleverly fixed at the bangs.

In this hustle and bustle of autumn, she is like a still beauty, so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

Bang!

Suddenly, water splashed out of the pool, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Tobiichi Origami raised her head and her eyes met Huoxia's.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world stopped breathing.

The eye contact at this moment seemed like a reunion that had been arranged long ago.

Huo Xia's heart moved, and the scene before him made him feel that everything was so beautiful.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Huo Xia apologized softly and walked quickly to Origami.

Origami said: "Well, I thought I couldn't keep you waiting for long, so I came early."

"Same here." Huo Xia shrugged.

They both looked up at the clock in the square and smiled at the same time.

Huo Xia said: "Now that we have met, we should find a place to talk about business."

"Yeah, I also have something to say to the instructor." Origami nodded slightly.

The two of them immediately went to a coffee shop.

After sitting down, Origami lifted her hair, lowered her head slightly, and said, "Instructor, no, Huo Xia."

Huo Xia: "What's the matter?"