The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Zhang Chen's words made Voldemort fall into deep thought.

In fact, thinking carefully, Zhang Chen really didn't treat himself badly. If he hadn't killed Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen wouldn't have said that he would torture himself every day, and even let himself go directly.

But Voldemort was still a little unwilling.

The uncrowned king who was originally high and mighty became someone else's servant, this feeling would be uncomfortable for anyone.

So after thinking all night, Voldemort still found Zhang Chen and explained what he meant.

After hearing Voldemort's concerns, Zhang Chen smiled and shook his head, "Do you really think that I spent so much effort to sign a contract with you just to find a servant? If so, wouldn't it be better for me to find someone who can serve me sincerely? Why do I have to find you?"

Zhang Chen's words awakened the dreamer, and Voldemort also reacted after hearing Zhang Chen's words.

Yes! If Zhang Chen wanted a servant, he could just find anyone, why did he choose me?

"Then why did you sign a contract with me?"

Zhang Chen did not answer immediately, but opened the door and pointed to the sky outside, "How big do you think this world is?"

Voldemort thought about it, but couldn't think of how to describe it, so he could only say, "Very big!"

Zhang Chen shook his head, "It is indeed very big. Many people can't reach the end of the world in their entire lives. Their entire lives are in this world, and they can't see it until they die, but I am different."

Zhang Chen paused, recalling all the worlds he had traveled through since his first time, and a trace of vicissitudes flashed in his eyes.

"I am used to parting..."

Zhang Chen recalled the moment when he said goodbye to Quail Bird and others, and parted with Li Yiru, Lin Yueru, and Si Ge.

"I am tired of killing swords..."

Zhang Chen recalled that he struggled alone in the zombie world, fled among the demon warriors, and went in and out seven times under the siege of countless insects.

"I have been through countless worlds..."

The various worlds he had traveled through before began to flow in Zhang Chen's heart.

"I was seriously injured... I was confused, I was lost, I didn't even know why I was wandering like this."

"But I understood one thing in so many worlds, that only by having strength and protecting the people I want to protect can my life be worthwhile!"

After Zhang Chen finished speaking, Voldemort seemed to hear a broken sound.

This voice came from Zhang Chen's body, but Zhang Chen was immersed in his inner world and couldn't extricate himself.

At this time, Zhang Chen's golden soul suddenly opened his eyes in his body, and the small sword composed of sword intent in the hand of the golden soul had been shattered.

As the small sword shattered, a new sword intent slowly emerged.

This sword intent appeared silently, but it grew rapidly in the hands of Zhang Chen's golden soul.

It soon surpassed the small sword that Zhang Chen's sword intent condensed before.

At this time, Voldemort, who was beside Zhang Chen, felt that there seemed to be an atmosphere around him. This atmosphere was sentimental and painful, but there was also a most dazzling feeling in this bitterness, that is, persistence.

Voldemort remembered that when he was young, he was praised as a genius in the magic world and studied at Hogwarts.

Although he hated those people with impure blood, he never thought of hurting them.

I don't know when he changed. He felt that he was bound by the environment around him. He wanted to go on according to his own will.

But he was dissuaded by many people. Finally, he lost his patience and changed. His personality became irritable. He began to stop sharing his ideas with others and began to do whatever it took.

When Voldemort thought of these things, two lines of hot tears slowly slid down his face.

Voldemort tried to recall.

When did he embark on this road of no return?

Was it the first time he attacked the teacher? Or was it the first time he secretly used black magic to kill the unlucky student, or the first time he found the snake in the Slytherin secret room?

Maybe... these are all...

Voldemort now has some regrets in his heart.

If, at that time, I had restrained myself a little, if I had explained my problem to Mr. Dumbledore, if... would I have a different life, would I not be like now, feared and hated wherever I go, and have to hide in the dark even if I have extremely strong strength.

Zhang Chen was reminiscing, and suddenly felt the unstable magic fluctuations behind him, and Zhang Chen immediately came to his senses.

When Zhang Chen came to his senses, he immediately discovered the changes in his body.

"Huh? Sword intent has broken through?" Zhang Chen could clearly feel that his sword intent had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before.

If the current sword intent is compared to a long sword, then the previous sword intent is like a scabbard.

Although both are related to swords, one is an extremely sharp weapon, and the other is just a container.

After understanding the situation in his body, Zhang Chen found that there was a special sword force spreading around his body.

This sword force is filled with sorrow and sadness, and the years are aging, and a feeling of parting is filled in it.

Voldemort was immersed in the sword intent, with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Chen couldn't believe his eyes.

What happened! Voldemort actually cried? !

Is this a joke? Is this still the Voldemort that everyone in the magic world fears? Is this still the uncrowned king of darkness? Is this still the cunning villain who kills without blinking an eye?

Zhang Chen felt that his worldview collapsed.

But soon Zhang Chen realized something was wrong.

Because Voldemort was very close to him, and this special sword force appeared around him, this sword force was like an emotion and atmosphere, affecting people's minds. Zhang Chen estimated that Voldemort was affected by the sword force.

Zhang Chen tried to slowly get familiar with the sword force, and then slowly retracted it into his body.

Sure enough, Voldemort slowly opened his eyes at this time, looking at Zhang Chen in confusion, "Master..."

Zhang Chen saw Voldemort's tearful eyes and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Voldemort sobbed, "I just missed my mother..."

Zhang Chen, "..."

After everything calmed down, Voldemort looked at Zhang Chen with a flushed face.

"You mean... I, I told you that I missed my mother?"

Zhang Chen nodded solemnly, "I didn't expect that my mother was so important in your heart. It seems that you are really a kind person!"

Voldemort certainly knew that Zhang Chen was teasing him. After all, everyone knew what kind of person Voldemort was.

"Can this matter be forgotten?"

Zhang Chen's eyes twitched, and he continued to look tense, "Well, OK, then you can go out."

Voldemort immediately ran out of the hut as if he had been pardoned.

As soon as he left the hut, he heard Zhang Chen's suppressed laughter behind him.