Chapter 790 Lan Qi's Undying Eternal Punishment

"So that dream was..."

Lan Qi closed his eyes and recalled it silently in his heart.

He had dreamed of a tyrant, unforgivable, who indiscriminately destroyed everything.

But there was something different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on what the difference was.

"What dream? Did you have another nightmare?"

Talia's heart clenched as she asked Lan Qi.

She didn't want Lan Qi to be understanding something alone in this shadow world of the Undying Eternal Punishment finale.

She could listen to Lan Qi's heart.

"When we passed through the Land of Eternal Night, in Little Night City, I think I dreamed that Lan Kloss killed everyone he saw..."

Lan Qi confessed to Talia.

If a dream was too absurd, who would take it seriously?

He knew that Talia had a good impression of the Black Sun Lord after seeing Kaliyella's Shadow Weave Record, and he didn't want to talk about such a nonsensical dream.

"Even if I saw such a dream, I would still believe in the Lan Kloss of history. He could not have fallen. No matter how dark the journey, no matter what the emotional trauma, he would not lose himself. He will always be that kind soul."

Talia spoke of the Black Sun Lord, but it seemed she was staring intently at Lan Qi.

In her view, her disciple would always make the same choices as Lan Kloss.

She believed in the determination that Lan Qi had taught her, so she also particularly believed in the Black Sun Lord, who was remarkably similar to Lan Qi tens of thousands of years ago.

"Teacher, don't be like that... I'll be too embarrassed to do your daily tasks."

Lan Qi looked at the unattainable white sun with a smile in his eyes and said to Talia in his heart.

"I didn't even blame you for calling me an old woman just now. I'm only this tolerant with you."

Talia snorted coldly and scolded him.

"So I can call you that to your face now?"

Lan Qi didn't expect Talia to be so easygoing.

"You go out and try it. See how long I let you lie on the ground."

Talia still felt her blood pressure rising.

This guy just knew how to take an inch; his eager appearance was truly awful.

Give him an inch, and he'd take a mile.

"Hahaha, no, no."

Lan Qi chatted with Talia for a while, and he seemed much happier.

He closed his eyes, and his expression turned solemn.

Just like the silver-white mask, with its gentle lines, serene expression, and a compassionate love between the eyebrows.

He prayed that the departed souls could rest in peace, that the survivors could be strong, and even more that he could have enough power to shoulder this world that was about to fall apart.

When he opened his eyes again, his emerald green pupils were blazing.

He knew now that the battle in Blood Moon City was just the beginning; the real battle was yet to come.

The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared from the Blood King's Palace.

When he reappeared, he was on the ground in Saint Trick, the capital of the Howling Empire, which had been transformed into a demon realm.

The monstrous miasma formed by the demons surged to the end of the earth, enveloping the entire sky.

The sun, eclipsed and like an ominous eye, indifferently watched the turmoil in this world.

…

Lan Qi flew into the distance.

Once the beautiful and prosperous Howling capital, Saint Trick, thousands upon thousands of demons ran rampant and roared across the land, their bodies twisted and deformed, their eyes burning with bloodlust and mad desire.

More demons fell from the sky, smashing into the earth like black raindrops, crushing all living things into dust.

The distant city-states had turned into a sea of fire, thick smoke billowing into the sky. Lesser demons were torn to pieces by greater demons, or swallowed by flames, or trampled into a pool of bloody, unrecognizable mud.

The South had completely fallen, transformed into a living hell.

The North of the Howling Empire still had residents who had not been injected with the vampire transformation toxin, and further north, the Saint Porrent Empire was the last pure land that had not fallen into the abyss of demonization.

The demon army was surging towards there, its numbers so vast that it was unstoppable.

Once the North fell, the entire world would descend into eternal darkness.

The demons discovered his figure and let out a joyful roar.

"Hu...Human!"

"Eat him!"

This human could bring them endless joy.

Thousands of demons swarmed towards Lan Qi like a tide.

They were either ferocious or ugly, their mouths spitting corrosive poison blood, their eyes flashing with hungry light.

Lan Qi did not retreat half a step. He raised his hand, and a ball of blazing white light gathered, condensed, and expanded in his palm, eventually transforming into a ray of lightning that stretched across the sky, crashing down on the demon army.

In an instant, the world changed color, and countless demons were annihilated in this blow, turning into scattered black mist.

His attack was like a signal flare.

Many demons turned their heads, even those who were surging toward the north.

But more and more demons surged up, one after another, disregarding death.

Lan Qi charged north, like a human-shaped weapon, rampaging through the ocean of demons, sweeping away all obstacles in his path.

There were simply too many berserk demons.

They were densely packed, with no end in sight.

They even covered the entire mainland territory of the Howling Empire.

In the distance, the demon army continued to swarm in, the horizon occupied by their black figures.

And behind Lan Qi was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with a disgusting stench.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils filled with brilliance. He raised his arms high, his body suspended straight in mid-air, like a rising sun, shining on every corner of the earth.

The next second, the sky collapsed and the earth split.

A radiance wider than a mountain and deeper than the ocean burst forth from Lan Qi's body, shooting straight into the sky.

It tore through the hazy sky, cleaved the surging black mist, and swallowed all the filth on the earth.

In the face of this sacred light, even the most powerful demons were nothing more than moths flying into a flame.

They let out shrill screams as their bodies burned and were annihilated, turning into ashes. More demons continued to pour in, but without exception, they perished in this pillar of light.

After a moment, the demon army was annihilated.

The earth regained its tranquility, and the sky returned to its azure blue.

Only the silver-white robed figure stood quietly in the center like a majestic god.

"The territory of Howling is too boundless. Even if the [Undying Eternal Punishment] fixes your body, the moment your lifespan ends and you transform into an undead, you will gradually decay and collapse."

…

Talia reminded him.

Although the magic power recovery speed of the ninth rank was fast, the burden of Eternal Radiance Destruction was too great.

She didn't want Lan Qi to experience the death that Lan Kloss had experienced again.

"It's okay. Lan Kloss has experienced all of this at least once."

Lan Qi was certain that he might never fully understand Lan Kloss's state of mind.

He always felt that everything from the Blood Moon Ruined World Era had not ended.

This was not necessarily the worst ending, but it was definitely not the best ending.

The key to the relatively optimal ending lay in this last remaining Tiberius Mirror. If he didn't explore it, perhaps one day in the future, he would repeat the same mistakes, repeat the same history, over and over again.

He took a deep breath and swooped down towards the north again, forcing himself to ignore his body's fatigue and his failing magic power.

His back was straight and firm, seeming to merge into that darkness, and also to tear that darkness apart.

……

To the north, thousands of miles away, lay a peaceful and tranquil pure land.

The Saint Porrent capital, Hershalem.

The setting sun shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves of towering ancient trees, casting golden light on the earth.

A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, as if murmuring a hymn to life.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and soil, mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, refreshing the heart.

On this land lived the purest and kindest people of the Northern Papal States.

They cultivated the land for generations, lived peacefully, and lived simple and happy lives.

On one side of the city-state, newly built wooden houses were particularly eye-catching.

The walls were made of red bricks, the roofs were covered with brown tiles, and the bluestone road in front of the door was swept spotless.

Smoke rose from the chimney, enveloping the entire house in a dreamy mist.

"Children, come and eat!"

A kind female voice came from inside the house, her tone full of tenderness and love.

"Coming, Mom!"

The tender voices of children rose and fell, and figures skipped and jumped from the street into the house.

Inside the house, a sumptuous dinner was laid out on a simple wooden table.

Steaming potato soup, golden and crispy bread, and freshly bought fruit. The family sat around the table, their faces filled with happy smiles.

The father, a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man, was smiling at his wife and children. The mother, a plump, gentle woman, was serving soup to the children, humming a little tune.

"I heard that the Pope will be going to the Iron Fortress of Oberon next week to attend the Peace Memorial. People say that with him around, we will never have to worry about war and suffering again. He will bring us an unprecedented age of peace!"

Several children chatted and laughed, discussing their experiences in Hershalem with animated gestures.

"Yes, I heard that too. With the Pope around, we will no longer be troubled by war for thousands of generations."

Another child chimed in excitedly, his eyes shining with admiration.

"But even if the Pope is strong, he is still human. He will leave this world one day, right?"

"No! The Pope will probably live forever. He will stay in this world forever!"

…

Listening to the children's chattering.

"What are you guys talking about?"

The father sighed and took his wife's hand.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of beautiful expectations.

"Eternal life is a kind of punishment. You don't understand yet."

The mother earnestly exhorted, her gaze loving and pious.

Although she knew that the children were blessing the Pope, if they established a mature view of life and death, they would understand how to send their blessings correctly.

"Isn't it good to live a long time?"

The child asked in confusion.

"Based on my experience of living for more than thirty years, which already feels very long, if you asked me to live for three thousand years, I think I would go crazy. As for forever… think about how long that is?"

The father lowered his head and posed a thought-provoking question to them.

The children thought for a while, seemingly understanding.

"Forever is probably longer than three months, right?"

"It's definitely longer than a year."

"No matter how long, when I grow up, I will become a knight of the Saint Porrent Theocracy! I will protect the weak, punish evil, and bring peace and happiness to Mom and Dad, and to everyone!"

However, the young son quickly raised his small fist, his eyes extremely firm.

"Silly child, just be safe and sound. As for what kind of person you become, Mom and Dad will be proud of you."

The father lovingly ruffled his son's hair and encouraged him.

The dining room was filled with joy and smiling faces full of hope.

Outside the window, the sun was slowly setting in the west, casting the last rays of blood red on the earth.

In the slightly drunken twilight, a few birds returning to their nests flew across the sky, chirping southward.

Everything was so peaceful and tranquil, as if this world would never have sorrow and darkness.

However.

They did not know that at this moment, the southern border of Saint Porrent was flowing with blood for hundreds of miles, staining the Oberon Canal red.

Thousands upon thousands of lives were withering under the trampling of demons.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the sky was shrouded in miasma. Groans, cries, and curses were intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing over the ruins.

Far away from this hellish city gate, a figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the northern Howling Empire, holding off most of the demon offensive for the Saint Porrent Empire.

At this moment, he had long lost his former demeanor.

The once sacred and elegant white robe was stained black and red with blood and mud.

The arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and each wave dripped with blood.

The silver-white mask had also completely cracked, revealing the face that could no longer maintain its disguise.

His horns were jade-like exoskeletons, but they were covered with cracks and were dim. His skin was as pale as paper, covered with large and small cracks, like a broken porcelain.

In his sunken eye sockets, a pair of emerald green eyes shone eerily, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Blood constantly oozed from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and mixing with the stains on his body.

The sky above his head was still a dull gray, and the land was even more scarred.

"Huff... Huff..."

The Pope just stood there.

No one knew how long he had struggled in this hell, or how many demons he had beheaded.

His fate had long since turned past the end and turned into an undead.

…

The living dead's body was collapsing and rotting bit by bit.

The flesh and blood under the broken epidermis were blurred, and the internal organs were almost completely shattered.

Each breath was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.

Even more terrifying was the curse that devoured the soul.

The rules on the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but the remaining rationality told him that he had to continue fighting.

He couldn't stop.

Each additional spell he cast might save hundreds or thousands of families.

"Careful, there's a super-spec demon over there! Probably above the eighth rank!"

A heart-wrenching shout pierced the dead air.

Following the sound, Lan Qi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored steeds.

Silver-shining armor, bright spears, and fluttering banners.

That was the Saint Porrent army that had rushed from the north, the elite knights who had sworn to follow the Saint Porrent Pope.

Seeing this scene, a surge of hope instantly surged into Lan Qi's heart.

The front-line troops of Saint Porrent, they were here.

This meant that the first round of attacks on the southern border of Saint Porrent must have been blocked.

But the next moment, when he saw the expressions of the elite knights clearly, he also understood who the super-spec demon they were talking about was.

"The whole army, form ranks!"

"Wait!"

"Why does this demon seem to have reason?"

"Th...That is..."

"His robes, his ornaments..."

"No, impossible!!"

The knights widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief and fear.

They trembled, gasped at the bloody, cold air, and even couldn't hold the weapons in their hands steady.

Yes, standing in their line of sight was the head of that terrifying demon.

From the accessories on his body, everything indicated that he was the Saint Porrent Pope.

Pope?

Demon?

No one knew the cause and effect of this disaster that swept across the Saint Porrent Theocracy from the Howling Empire overnight. No one knew where the Pope had gone. They only knew that there must be a mysterious mastermind behind this century-long disaster.

A liquid that was indistinguishable as blood or mud, and a strange red light faintly flickered under the broken skin, as if magma was surging in his body——

Even more terrifying were his eyes.

Those once warm and jade-like eyes were now glowing with an eerie green light. The sunken eye sockets seemed like two dark abysses, sucking in people's souls.

This was no longer their beloved Pope, but clearly the most terrifying monster!

"Qu...Quick, retreat...!"

The commander of the knight order shouted tremblingly, his voice almost broken.
"That's not His Majesty the Pope... It's a demon... Run away..."

The silver-armored knights retreated in a panic, their silver spears and lances pointing at Lan Qi haphazardly.

Berserk demons would cause the original strength to skyrocket. If the Pope was demonized, everyone would die!

Terror completely enveloped the hearts of the knights, destroying their long-held beliefs.

"..."

Looking at all this, there was a smile of relief in the Pope's eyes.

That was enough.

You don't need to feel guilty about the Howling Empire. Protect yourselves, and feel free to kill the demons. Don't harbor hatred towards the surviving residents of the Howling Empire.

Hate me, fear me. The chain of hatred should be severed here.

…

There was no need to explain things that couldn't be explained clearly.

Forget the great Saint Porrent Pope of the past.

As long as you can live.

As long as you can have a happy tomorrow.

The Pope wanted to say something, wanted to approach them, and reveal the situation in the south.

But when he opened his mouth, only gurgling blood poured out.

A pain like a severed throat struck, and his consciousness began to gradually dissipate.

Every step was extremely difficult.

But every step was also extremely firm.

Was it finally… coming to an end?

This grievance, this destiny.

And this… eventful life.

The Pope raised his arm tremblingly, as if trying to grab something.

But the next second, the curse sealed in his heart suddenly erupted, completely engulfing his broken body.

All the knights retreated instinctively.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to quiet down.

In the horrified eyes of countless people, the once great Saint Porrent Pope shattered with a bang, turning into a cloud of ashes.

No last words, no pleas.

Only the green eyes flashed a glimmer of light as they disappeared.

Not unwillingness, not resentment.

But relief.

It was as if he knew that his death would take away all the sins.

And his name, along with the truth of this catastrophe, would be buried forever.

The knights stood there blankly, their faces full of relief.

They originally thought they had seen the culprit behind this demon disaster, and saw the truth that should not be seen, and they would be erased from here.

Unexpectedly, the Pope had reached his end?

……

The flames of war between Saint Porrent and Howling reignited.

The cohesion of the Northern Saint Porrent Empire, which had lost its spiritual leader, began to dissipate.

Although most of the strongest demons had been eliminated, the demon-infested Southern Howling Empire was still a disaster area that was difficult to enter.

At any time, an army of demons like a corpse tide could surge toward the southern part of the Saint Porrent Theocracy.

The endless doomsday slaughter began from this point on.

Hershalem, northern Saint Porrent Theocracy.

Empress Kexia sat in the palace, staring blankly at the south.

Her tears soaked the carpet under her feet, moistening the knitted cyan orchids.

Those sapphire-like eyes were filled with longing and sorrow.

"Pope..."

"You fool..."

"If you were destined to bear the burden of infamy… Why… Didn't you take me with you? You really didn't need to, didn't need to save this terrible world."

After a long time, Empress Kexia wiped away her tears and looked deeply into the distance.

"I understand your choice..."

"And I understand... You were probably running out of life, and knew that you wouldn't be able to return to Porrent, so you killed as many demons as you could..."

"But without you, Saint Porrent Theocracy, is there really any hope left..."

……

On the scorched earth of the northern border of the Howling Empire.

The Pope's body had reached the end of its road in the long battle.

The moment the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh and blood were blurred and rotten, and the internal organs were completely shattered, even that noble head turned into a cloud of black mist under the erosion of the curse.

But true death did not arrive as expected.

…

The curse of Undying Eternal Punishment made this soul completely immortal and indestructible.

Lan Qi watched his body disintegrate and turn into dust bit by bit, but his heart was extremely calm.

Was it over?

He thought like this at the last moment before his consciousness dissipated.

But the next second.

Reality gave him the answer.

"?"

When his consciousness re-coagulated, Lan Qi found himself in a bizarre space.

To be precise, it could no longer be called a "space."

There was no light, no sound, and no trace of any physical existence.

Although he still remained in this world, he could not touch anything, could not see anything, and could not exchange senses with any entity.

So for him.

Looking around, there was only endless darkness, which seemed to devour people's souls.

Lan Qi tried to move his body and found that he no longer had a physical body.

The power he was once proud of, the indestructible trunk he once had, had all vanished.

What was left was only a lonely soul.

Drifting eternally in a realm that even death could not touch.

"Is this the price of becoming an undead?"

Lan Qi's voice dissipated in the void, and even he could not hear it clearly.

He could not see the surrounding scenery, could not hear any sound, and could not even distinguish the terrain.

Even the concept of time seemed to have disappeared.

In this eternal prison, he would be alone forever.

No laughter, no tears.

No warm sunshine, no fresh air.

And no company of friends and relatives.

Only endless loneliness and boundless despair.

In an instant, Lan Qi felt an unprecedented chill.

The punishment that was a hundred times crueler than physical death was——

Consciousness existed forever, and the flesh was annihilated.

"Where is this?"

Talia's mental voice sounded.

Unlike Lan Kloss, Lan Qi still had her.

Even at this moment, she could share perceptions with Lan Qi and talk to Lan Qi.

"It should be what Lan Kloss fell into in the endless experience at the end of the second time he used Tiberius Mirror."

Lan Qi answered her.

If the real Lan Kloss also used the Tiberius Mirror three times in history, then at the end of the second activation, Lan Kloss would probably experience the consequences of Undying Eternal Punishment ahead of reality.

"Are our two consciousnesses locked in this Tiberius Mirror space?"

Talia seemed to understand the seriousness of the problem.

This was an ending with no ending.

From the moment the Undying Eternal Punishment option was selected, it may have been destined to experience its price.

Although the mechanism of the Tiberius Mirror was to accelerate to the extreme when encountering a future that was easy to deduce.

But the Tiberius Mirror had no concept of time and space inside. If the content that continued was "endless," it would become an exhibition of endless illusions.

"Maybe, yes."

Lan Qi agreed.

This was the world that Lan Kloss saw after using Undying Eternal Punishment on himself.

And the Tiberius Mirror simulated it exactly.

So Lan Qi also experienced infinity in this time-accelerated simulation.

…

Even if time passed quickly, forever was still forever.

"No, it can't be? Let's sleep. Everything will be fine after a sleep. Maybe we'll be out when we wake up?"

Talia began to feel a little scared in her heart.

This was too weird.

But her consciousness drifted in the endless void, like a lonely boat drifting on a dead ocean.

"Yeah."

Lan Qi replied, and he was indeed very tired.

The strange thing was.

He should have been very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy.

"It's okay. Everything will return to normal when we wake up."

Talia comforted Lan Qi and kept talking to him.

As a long-lived species, she could resist the sense of time more.

[One hour later.]

"..."

Talia found out.

She could fall asleep, but Lan Qi couldn't.

"Lan Qi, at this time, we must actively move forward. We will definitely find an exit."

Talia suggested again.

"That's right. Although I can't feel hungry here, I can't lie down and be a bum."

He tried to open his eyes, but found that in this darkness, opening and closing his eyes was no different.

He couldn't tell whether he had his eyes open or closed when he was sleeping just now.

Lan Qi stopped wasting time on sleeping and walked forward.

The surroundings were so dark, so thick that it seemed to devour his consciousness.

The black was so absolute, like a giant beast that would never be satisfied, dismembering his soul and eating it.

Lan Qi wanted to call out, wanted to shout, but his voice sank like a stone into the sea, instantly swallowed by the nothingness.

Here, even sound was a luxury, and he could only endure the eternal silence in silence.

[A few hours passed.]

He didn't know how long he had been walking.

The scenery had hardly changed.

"Th...This is nothing scary."

Talia said to Lan Qi. Her heart had begun to waver.

There was no exit at all. She also slowly realized this.

But Lan Qi still listened to her and walked, trying to find an impossible exit.

Lan Qi seemed to understand this fact better than her.

He just wanted her to feel at ease, so he listened to her at all times, even if it was doing useless work.

If they didn't do anything, their hearts would be as dark as this sky.

"Lan Qi, we can chat. Think on the bright side, Lan Kloss could only imagine his old friends chatting with him at the time, but I really exist. I can always be with you."

Talia tried to speak positively to Lan Qi.

"Yeah, then I'll keep walking forward."

No matter where he went, his body would not be tired, and he would not feel pain. But if he talked about food, he would still have an appetite, but he couldn't feel hungry.

[Maybe a month passed.]

Even if his body was not tired, his head felt bored.

He didn't continue moving forward.

If there was nothing to do, he would just talk to Talia.

There were only the two of them in this void world.

[One year later.]

Lan Qi lay on the ground.

Looking at the sky.

He could only see the endless darkness.

"Is this the punishment for using Undying Eternal Punishment on myself?"

He muttered and asked.

"Lan Qi, we will get out, I'm here with you."

…

Although Talia said this.

But she had no idea in her heart.

How much longer was there?

A hundred years?

A thousand years?

Or ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years?

Even further and further away, far away to see the forever.

For humans whose lives were only a few decades long, this long time exceeded comprehension.

[Fifty years passed.]

"Why does this ridiculous magic exist!"

Talia finally couldn't help but complain.

A few decades was not that long for Talia.

But even she would be afraid of the long time ahead.

She couldn't imagine what kind of despair Lan Kloss had faced in the dark space all alone.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Lan Kloss has survived, which means it's not that difficult."

Lan Qi said to Talia.

"You..."

Talia didn't understand. From what time had Lan Qi become more optimistic than her?

[Maybe a few hundred years passed.]

Infinite time continued to pass.

Talia gave up thinking.

She floated with Lan Qi in the nothingness and lay on the ground together.

Looking at the endless black sky, and then quietly waiting for infinity.

She didn't want to do anything anymore.

Lan Qi and she gradually didn't talk much anymore.

She didn't dare to talk to Lan Qi either.

There were even months between conversations with Lan Qi.

She was afraid that Lan Qi would be completely broken in the time that even she couldn't bear.

How much longer was there?
It seemed to be just a drop in the bucket of this endless prison length.

Perhaps this Undying Eternal Punishment couldn't even be called "just beginning."

The two of them had not yet experienced the true initial pain.

They were just small lives trapped in the dark prison of time.

"Tata, can you tell how long it's been?"

Lan Qi's mental voice came.

He seemed to be able to stay awake.

But he could neither die nor lose consciousness.

He could only feel every minute and every second.

Experiencing what Lan Kloss had thought at the beginning.

"Maybe a few hundred years!"

Talia estimated and immediately answered Lan Qi.

She couldn't judge either.

But Lan Qi hadn't talked to her for a long time, and now Lan Qi was talking to her again, she was very happy.

"Lan Qi, what are you thinking about?"

She asked Lan Qi.

"I'm thinking, if Lan Kloss experienced the price of Undying Eternal Punishment in advance, would he still use Undying Eternal Punishment on himself without hesitation?"

Lan Qi muttered to himself.

"If you were Lan Kloss, would you hesitate?"

Talia thought that asking Lan Qi could unlock this answer.

"No hesitation, I have to use it."

Lan Qi's answer was as firm as ever.

It was as if no matter how many times he was given the choice, his choice would not change.

"..."

Talia's emotions finally collapsed a little.

"You idiot, even I, a long-lived species, can't stand it, why aren't you afraid at all?"

She asked Lan Qi.

"Please, someone save him, my disciple is crazy. Although he usually doesn't act like a human, he is kind-hearted and shouldn't suffer this kind of punishment."

"Anyone can do it, take him out of here."

…

"Goddess, please."

Talia's voice gradually became tearful.

She could accept Lan Qi's collapse, but she couldn't accept that Lan Qi was still so awake.

"..."

Lan Qi closed his eyes and said nothing.

He allowed his consciousness to float in the darkness, allowing himself to be swallowed by the eternal night.

His thoughts were very clear. If it was really infinite, then anything that could pass the time was meaningless.

"Illusion Demon."

Just when Lan Qi was thinking, a childish voice suddenly pierced through the darkness and awakened his consciousness.

This voice was so warm, so soft, like the afternoon sun, and like the morning dew.

"Who's calling you?"

Talia asked him.

"Did you hear it too?"

Lan Qi asked in surprise.

Was it not an illusion?

The dark space was bright and dark.

The world became illusory and flickering.

This void seemed unable to be maintained.

A ray of silver light pierced through the layers of darkness, as beautiful as a gentle village.

In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by this dazzling light.

It was so dazzling, so pure, dyeing the illusion with patches of light pink, as if it was the color of dawn.

Lan Qi felt his soul was wrapped in a warm current, melting the shackles and curses on his body one by one.

He also seemed to regain control of his body. He could be preserved after being placed in a place of death, and revived after being placed in a place of death. He could move.

Lan Qi moved his body, broke free, and walked out of the Tiberius Mirror in amazement.

He returned to the deepest part of the Purgatory Corridor Academy in this world of consciousness after a long absence.

He only saw in the distance.

Tamisha, who had unplugged the energy source of the Tiberius Mirror.

She also looked a little hesitant.

"I saw that you had been inside for several hours and hadn't come out, so I was a little worried about you. You should eat."

Tamisha threw away the energy line and explained.

She wasn't sure if she had done something bad.

But she felt that if this Illusion Demon used the mirror normally, he should come out in about two hours. But now, several hours had passed, and it was already dark, but he still didn't respond.

Tamisha couldn't let it go, so she forcibly turned off the mirror.

Perhaps it was the authority granted to her by Kaliyella that she could accidentally turn the energy on and off in this central energy room.

"Tamisha..."

Lan Qi looked at her, almost didn't stand steady, and sat on the ground leaning against the mirror wall.

He never expected that Tamisha would save him.

He seemed to see salvation and shed clear tears.

"That's great."

He laughed with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

Someone would save Lan Kloss.

He despised his destiny, wanted to protect everything, and his foolishness was just ordinary human nature.

But fantasy would turn into a miracle.

Kaliyella also left a last small spark that would guide him in his direction and lead him to heaven.

"Illusion Demon..."

Tamisha walked over and observed Lan Qi.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tamisha reached out ignorantly and wiped the tears from the Illusion Demon's cheeks.

"If I did something wrong, I'm sorry."

Tamisha suspected that her reckless behavior had made this Illusion Demon cry. Maybe it was because of her personality that her parents had left her.

She hugged the Illusion Demon slowly, like the mother she imagined, wanting to comfort him and embrace all his embarrassment.

He looked very sad, and she understood it unexpectedly well.

"Tamisha, thank you."

Lan Qi thanked her from the bottom of his heart.
"You are the best. You didn't do anything wrong. You saved me."

Lan Qi patted Tamisha's head lightly and shook his head.

"Oh."

Tamisha's voice was slightly surprised.

She stared blankly at her face reflected in the mirror, lonely and tired, and no one missed her in the dark night.

Tamisha's eyes slowly shifted from the mirror to the Illusion Demon's cheeks.

Slowly, she also lowered her eyes.

Hugging this alien species tightly.

In the dimly lit space of the underground energy room, two figures, one large and one small, were not perfunctory in the silence. Only the dim white light was reflected on the Tiberius Mirror.

(End of this chapter)