I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 237 Thoughts on the Return (Part 2)

Not to mention the duel with Bolton that just ended, if he hadn't taken out the Black Thorn Spear at the critical moment, he would have become a corpse by now.

However, it seems that his behavior of taking out weapons from another space was not sanctioned, and it seems that it is within the allowable range of the rules of the Black Thorn Competition.

Leo's sudden end is undoubtedly a serious violation of the rules. Gloria's strength is undoubtedly overwhelming compared to Bolton, and Leo seems to have no upper hand.

Lancelot still doesn't know the strength of his opponent in the next match, and he feels quite unsure.

There is another person who must be mentioned, and that is Eusebio.

From the beginning of the tournament, or from the first day of arriving at the Black Thorn, Eusebio has always been Lancelot's companion.

In previous games, the two had competed on the same field and successfully killed the giant lizard together.

After that, the two fought on their own, but Lancelot knew that he and Eusebio would become each other's enemies. This was doomed from the beginning.

After getting along with each other for several months, Eusebio was a loyal and unscrupulous warrior. He took good care of Lancelot both on weekdays and on the duel field.

Whether this was his own wish or an order conveyed by Harvey is unknown.

Eusebio's match is tomorrow, but because he has to send Lilith to school, Lancelot can't come to watch the match.

As the holder of the terrifying record of three consecutive championships in the Black Thorn Competition, Eusebio possesses extraordinary combat abilities, and his strength, agility, and willpower are all at the ceiling level.

With Lancelot's current strength, if he met Eusebio, the probability of winning could not be said to be very slim, it could only be said to be completely nonexistent.

Eusebio has always been a trustworthy elder brother in his heart, but next time in the arena, he will have to fight with swords and guns.

Before entering the finals, Lancelot had not considered this issue.

【What to do next?】

The most important question before Lancelot now is how to quickly improve his strength before facing Eusebio.

[That guy Frank, it would be great if he could give me two more dragon crystals. 】

Lancelot began to miss his not-so-serious yellow-haired roommate. Since the last chance encounter at the Pasha Tavern, Frank had left the Blackthorn and traveled elsewhere.

Lancelot leaned his back against the tree trunk and sighed.

"well."

Apart from dragon crystal, Lancelot seemed to be unable to think of any other way to quickly improve his strength.

As a time traveler without plug-ins, you can only rely on yourself for everything.

"The time traveler."

Lancelot thought of the Mordred in the book who was as unlucky as himself, or even worse than himself.

Since traveling to another world, there has been no way to entertain himself. A novel of unknown origin has filled the emptiness in Lancelot's heart.

"Er!" The boy recited the spell of space magic word by word, and a faint green light appeared in his palm.

A few seconds later, when the light dissipated, Lancelot already had a hard-cover book in his hand: it was still the "Traveler of Another World".

Lancelot snapped his fingers, and a milky white ball of light floated in front of him, illuminating the dark grass.

The boy took a deep breath and opened the title page for the third time.

"For those who believe, death is the door to eternal life."

Lancelot continued to turn the pages of the book and looked down from where he was last time.

——

"Well, what should we do next?" Mordred looked around nervously, fearing that another dangerous guy would suddenly pop up.

"It will be dark soon, be sure to follow closely later, otherwise don't blame me if you are swallowed by the shadows." Edward said as he opened his legs and prepared to leave the alley.

"Wait, what shadow are you referring to?"

The man stopped and said in a fearful tone. "If New Orlando City is a fallen city during the day, then the night here is a real purgatory."

Just when Mordred thought he had grasped a life-saving straw, when he heard these words, it was like a huge stone pressing on his chest, which immediately made it difficult for him to breathe.

The last rays of the setting sun sank into the hills to the west, and the ancient and dilapidated city of New Orlando fell into a dead silence.

Mordred nodded in agreement and said: "If there is nothing else, why not start exploring now."

"Huh?" Mordred noticed that the surrounding environment quickly darkened, and it fell into darkness in just a few seconds.

[Let me go, why did it suddenly get dark?] Mordred shivered with fright, and an ominous premonition suddenly filled his heart. Because since he traveled to another world, nothing seemed to be unexpected.

"Edward? Are you still there?" He realized that his companions beside him also disappeared without a trace when it got dark.

He wanted to shout Edward's name loudly, but he was afraid that it would cause some unknown danger.

Mordred also wanted to be calmer, but in this situation where he couldn't see his fingers, he didn't dare to move forward rashly.

But what's even more strange is that he can't hear any sound!

[Fuck, what the hell is this place!] He couldn't feel his breathing, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

Mordred hesitantly stretched out his right hand and reached into the darkness in front of him.

He was surprised to find that there was an extremely powerful attraction in the air. It was as if his arms were soaked in glue, making it extremely difficult to move even half a minute.

"Don't panic, this must be an illusion." Mordred comforted himself. He breathed the thick air slowly, trying to calm himself down.

He did not rush to take back his right hand, but opened his eyes wide and began to work hard to adjust his vision.

Unexpectedly, this approach had a remarkable effect. After less than a minute, the surrounding environment became much clearer.

Although it was still shrouded in darkness, the general outline was already revealed, and he was still standing in the alley where he was before.

"Unexpectedly. Is this fog?" Mordred tried his best to wave his right hand, and the flowing black gas also accelerated.

The reason why the air has become so thick is because of the black mist floating around.

Mordred felt that the attraction on his arm was significantly weaker than before. He seemed to understand something and cast his gaze further away.

Sure enough, as Mordred's vision recovered, the surrounding fog became thinner and thinner, and soon it all dissipated.

"This, how is this possible!" When Mordred finally saw the things around him clearly, he almost couldn't help shouting.

The originally dirty and dilapidated houses in New Orlando City turned out to be brand new after the thick fog dissipated!

(End of chapter)