The Bald Monk in the City

Fujiwara Takumi looked at the slightly fluorescent sphere in his hand, and in the realm beyond the sight of ordinary things, it continuously released a kind of warm and indescribable light.

No one understood the mood of Fujiwara Takumi now. He stared at this strange sphere, like staring at an old friend who has passed away...

"Sorry……"

"But I...really, can't stay there..."

Fujiwara Takumi looked at his hand holding the strange sphere, and there was no longer a young Zhaohua on it.

He is old...

He has experienced a lot in the decades spent in that plane.

I have also made many partners, challenged many gyms, and even left his own name in the World Championships.

However, when he was about to enter the twilight years of his life, when death gradually sounded its dull bell, Fujiwara Takumi suddenly had a strong desire.

Yes, he should go back...

Just like a cherry blossom dying in the wind, it should always fall under the fence under the snow mountain.

There, where his dream began...

This time, he did not bring his friends over again.

As the doctor said, every elves has their destiny and story.

Humans, too...

"The cherry blossoms in spring are so beautiful..."

Fujiwara-Takumi slowly opened the photo album shelved on the wooden table, where there were photos of him and his girlfriend taken under the cherry blossom trees.

Only now, she may be the same as before, and he...

Fujiwara Takumi looked up at the already faint sky outside, everything was bathed in a warm orange light, and even the Akita dog next door grinned happily.

He remembers this Akita dog because he once dominated the funeral of its mother.

At that time, he was an ordinary pet funeral director.

And she is a famous dentist...

Those youthful memories always seem to be smeared with honey, leaving only a sweet taste, as if the original sorrow was just a snippet of laughter.

There is no war, no riots, and peaceful days are full of intoxicating beauty...

"How wonderful...this is my hometown..."

"Then... let me leave this world, the last gift..."

Fujiwara Takumi slowly released his hand holding the strange sphere, and then the next moment, some kind of magnificent power seemed to overflow from the sphere!

It's just that at this moment, a certain magnificent force suddenly stagnated all this!

Fujiwara Takumi raised his head in amazement, he could feel a suffocating will staring here!

And the next moment, a bald head that looked like an oriental descent appeared before his eyes...

"Oh it's you……"

The bald head looked at him and said thoughtfully...

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In a corner of the star realm that ordinary people cannot peek, a huge building complex exists in a stable subspace.

This is the general base of the Plane Protection Association, and it is also an area that only people with corresponding qualifications can enter.

After all, they have caused a lot of trouble because of the behavior of plane protection.

But as far as the core members of the Plane Protection Association are concerned, they will not feel afraid or shrink from it.

They firmly believe that what they are doing is a mission of absolute justice and honor.

"Some people think that our existence is superfluous. Yes, as they said, our existence is indeed superfluous. The plane has its own protection box destruction mechanism-but only if the cubs try to destroy the plane. Also disappeared, otherwise, we have and must have the need to exist!"-President of the Plane Protection Association

"Another variant of Climbing Cloud Monk appeared..."

Looking at the relevant information displayed on the artifact gifted by a certain powerful God of Order, Pande-Gandela, who was in charge of information monitoring, frowned while writing down the key information.

In fact, based on the boundlessness and vastness of the multiverse, trying to monitor with the power of a guild is undoubtedly a whimsical thing.

It is true that they cannot achieve complete coverage monitoring as claimed.

However, this does not mean that they have been doing useless work:

In the past ten thousand years, they have experienced enough challenges and ups and downs.

Now, they have formed a sufficiently mature and complete system.

They also suppressed and judged many plane destroyers, but in the vast multiverse, there are always new plane destroyers born every moment...

Everything is more difficult and complicated than imagined, but the sacred mission still needs to continue.

They firmly believe that as long as their behavior continues, the vast multiverse will one day emerge as a race that will not wander due to plane destruction...

It is a tragedy, and it is also an indescribable fracture pain, which will continue to spread and penetrate the entire life of a wise creature.

And this is also the original intention of the president of the Plane Protection Association and those founders to establish this guild.

After all, anyone who has not personally felt the pain will not have the will to shoulder such a heavy mission...

But just as Pande-Gandela kept recording the information displayed on the artifact, he suddenly stopped-he found a problem:

"This guy, or a wanted person who has been marked?"

"Damn! We have to stop him!"

Pande-Gandela stood up suddenly, and then hurriedly ran to the main monitoring room under the bewildered gaze of other monitors.

Because of the superb sensitivity of artifacts to power, there are no other magic items in the entire monitoring room.

Although, magic items will not have any effect on the artifact.

But for them, it becomes a very difficult thing to find the more distant and faint information from the strong radiation display at close range ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

So except for special periods, it is not allowed to use any spells or spell-like abilities here.

"What happened? Pande? Your face looks a little bad..."

When Pande-Gandira walked into the general monitoring room, one of the giants of the Plane Protection Association-the source of the constant plane-the legendary shaper-Gandhiram was writing a report on the recent work.

He is one of the ten vice presidents of the Plane Protection Association and one of the most dedicated.

In the Plane Protection Association, he has considerable prestige.

Looking at the figure of Pande Gandhara, he stopped for the will that was constantly instilling in the particle group, and then said with some doubts.

"Vice President, I think we are in trouble...

Pande-Gandira looked solemnly at the source of constant planes in front of him-the legendary shaper-Gandhiram said...