HP Approaches the Magic World

"What is this for?"

Jon was about to raise his hands, but found that his hands and feet were already wrapped with chains.

"Are you planning to hold some trial for me, an uninvited guest? But I feel like you have made the wrong calculation. Although I am not very familiar with your civilization, since it is a trial, do I need to defend myself?"

"You must be careful what you say."

A shadow of a god at the edge spoke.

In fact, he spoke words that Jon couldn't understand at all, but after his words were filtered by the chains, Jon was able to understand what he meant.

"The trial has begun, you just need to wait for the results."

what is this?

Without even giving him a chance to speak, he has already been put on trial?

But Jon found that his power had been firmly locked in his body by those chains, and he couldn't move at all.

have no choice.

But since he chose this path, he had no choice but to wait.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not very long, but looking at the empty shadows of these eyes in front of him still made him feel a little uncomfortable, and the silence here also made him feel a little...

open.

But as if Jon's voice was heard, the silence around him was quickly broken. The stone pillar directly opposite Jon cracked layer by layer, making a thunderous roar.

Jon watched with his own eyes as the stone pillar began to twist and deform, and then the surrounding beams fell down and connected to the stone pillar, forming a huge scale.

It seems like Jon is going to be weighed in.

But it's obvious that the person they want to weigh is not Jon, but the Magic Web.

This seemed to be an ancient ritual. The seedling was taken down from the sky by the gods, but the black black bird suspended in the sky seemed to find nothing.

In other words, Xuanniao actually discovered something, but in its calculations, this situation was the best.

So it didn't do any blocking, but allowed these things to develop in the established order.

Jon didn't pay attention to the black bird. All his attention was focused on the scale in front of him, because he saw his seedling on the right side of the scale, and on the left side of the scale, he saw a complete

world.

Even if he is a fool, he should understand how the scale works.

How can a complete world and a new seedling be equated?

Even if this new seedling is the World Tree, the two of them are not at the same level.

The seedlings of the World Tree can take on a new world, but the seedlings and the world are symbiotic and grow together. If you want a seedling to take on a complete world, it is absolutely impossible.

So the balance quickly tilted down.

At the top of the stone pillar, the flame that was burning steadily suddenly went out, and Jon's somewhat nervous expression was shrouded in darkness.

But then, something unexpected happened.

On the straight line connecting Jon and the scale, the phantom of the god stretched out and suddenly opened his eyes. There were still no eyeballs in his eyes, but thunder and lightning were flapping.

Then he started talking.

Using the word "talking" to describe his actions at this moment is actually not quite correct, because his actions were more like roaring.

Or maybe his voice was too loud.

And after him, other gods also began to express themselves.

That huge sound wave almost tore Jon, who was bound by chains, into pieces.

But fortunately Jon persisted and heard clearly what they were yelling about.

They are giving the conclusion of this trial, but unfortunately, none of their results are good words.

"Those who have no hope cannot talk about the future of mankind."

This is the wrath of the one who controls thunder and lightning.

"Hypocritical people, they only have their own existence in their hearts, and they only do things for themselves, and they never make sacrifices or anything else."

This is the indifference given by a certain Mother Earth.

"You are always trying to get bigger, and you have no humility."

"Never keep your feet on the ground, only seek castles in the air."

"Having no sense of reverence is not worth the sacrifices of others."

"Even traitors follow the rules better than you."

"How dare you, with the body of an ant, aspire to the supreme authority?"

…

The thunderous comments this time were like boulders pressing on Jon's body, impacting his spirit over and over again, but even so, there was no external force to protect him. He could only rely on himself in the seemingly endless

Struggling to hold on amidst the impact.

What made him collapse the most was the sigh he heard after the endless shock.

"You are not qualified to get this step of progress. You have no mercy for the world. You just hope that it will operate according to your ideas, violate the laws of the world, forcibly promote the recovery and change of the world, and change the nature of ethnic groups and life. Your

Existence has caused the greatest harm to the world, so stop there, you don’t deserve the favor of the world.”

These words were like a thunderbolt striking Jon's soul, almost splitting his soul apart. Fortunately, the chains formed by the rules still bound him tightly, preventing him from completely dissipating.

But even after enduring such a huge shock, Jon still had some strength to stay awake.

He squatted down, unable to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth because his wrists were held by chains.

After he slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he raised his head again, half-kneeling on the ground, staring at those noble and sacred things.

Those gods who have died.

"A long time ago, I understood a truth. I live in this world, but I don't owe this world anything. Everything I do is of course for myself, but I don't try to harm the world."

He stared at these empty shadows, not caring whether they could understand his words.

"...This world owes me something, not something I want to be reborn into."

He pulled hard and pulled the chains that bound his wrists out of the ground. Then he struggled to stand up against the pressure on his back.

"Even so."

The sound of cracking bones seemed to be found in his body, but he seemed to be unable to feel the pain. He stood upright on the ground and stared at the guys behind the scales.

"You are the gods of yesterday, but today the world has changed. Since you are dead, then just stay in the tomb and sleep here for thousands of years. How do you know what the world is like now?"

Jon looked at the shadows indifferently, as well as the flashing lightning or flames in their eyes.

"Now, you'd better shut your mouth and let me complete my promotion. As for this world...even the will of the world didn't say a word about my actions. What the hell are you?!"