Ultra-dimensional Star Master

If it doesn't come over, then I can walk over and the actual effect is the same.

The road always has to be walked by people. Only when people walk through it can we call it a road. Many times what restrains happiness is meaningless self-esteem.

For scientists and magicians, none of this exists.

You must have self-esteem and confidence in front of girls, and you only need to have fun in front of magic. It doesn't matter who is playing with whom.

Ivey was played by the sword tower once before, and this time he finally had the chance to play again.

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The rain fell on him, and the mist stirred up formed a white light, shrouding him, mysterious and lonely. With his handsome profile and divine beauty, he walked towards the Sword of Time step by step.

The sword was indifferent to a handsome guy like him. For countless thousands of years, it ignored all the moths seeking death.

Ordinary explorers are always similar, but the psychopaths seeking death are different in their own way.

Even if this weirdo is exceptionally handsome, like the one in front of me.

This sword has a vague consciousness, so it is no longer a simple sword, but a swordman.

It just so happens that its owner is a woman, so it also has some female perspectives: owns a house, a car, is over 180cm tall, earns one million a year, both parents are dead, and has handed over his salary card. He doesn’t care about its past and loves it as if it were a pet. Princess……

It just doesn't have these stinky problems. From this point of view, at least regarding gender, it is fairly neutral and objective. It's a good sword. After all, it can't give birth to a baby.

However, the departure of the master, the termination of the contract, the pressure of responsibilities, the difficulty of life... time is passing, and loneliness is accumulating.

In the past thousand years, the changes in the human world have contaminated it with many worldly fireworks. Slowly it felt like something different was coming to life.

However, the soul cannot be created. In this sense, it feels that it is very humble, even inferior to a dog.

The master once said: One day, you will meet the right person at the right time and at the right place. At that time, you will understand the meaning of life. Even if you don't have a soul, you can still be a life; even if you have a soul, you can still be just a traveler.

The only difference is that you only have one life, no reincarnation, and you will die if you are disillusioned. Yet you truly own yourself and don't have to share your soul with anyone else.

One day, when people who share their souls get together, they will find that the life they have and the beliefs they hold on to are just a part of life, a very small part, even insignificant.

In fact, I envy you very much. If I have a choice, I hope to be you, live only for myself, be happy with my grudges, and have no regrets in this life...

It remembered that look in its eyes and understood more today, which made it choose to become someone like her... So it, or "she", used its endless life to silently wait for a person, to be precise, a person. a way of life.

He came, he touched himself.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ivey's mouth...a fine blood mist shot straight out from the halo of white water mist...and fell on the stone tower that had remained unchanged for thousands of years...the bell above rang loudly... …

Well, Ivey looked up and saw that at half past ten, it was time to ring... But, does this count as a win? No more.

He stopped.

The clock also stopped.

Oh, bell.

The Sword of Time felt even more unhappy, hehe, man.

He wetted my body with his dirty blood, etc. Something seems wrong...

Damn it! It suddenly remembered that the owner had terminated the contract long ago, and now he was ownerless, and this person... this person... what had he just done to himself? Does this count as possessing him? Will he be responsible?

Well, that’s nothing…

Thousands of years of waiting, tens of thousands of years of wind and frost, hundreds of thousands of years... The dust somewhere has built some strong protective shells on the surface of her body. Instead of cleaning them away, the light rain only helped to harm her, time and time again. Time and time again, the inner defense that I always persisted in solidified...

In other words, the current self has not yet revealed her true face, and only has the vicissitudes of time... to truly awaken the desire in her heart, unless she gives up the skin that she has worn for a long time, well, the hard defensive shell. Take it off...

Can that man do it?

Can he really pull himself out of the scabbard? And then use pure blood to carve his ancestral chromosomes into his own life?

To do this, he needs to truly understand the law of time... To be honest, this is something that even four-dimensional mages cannot do... Those four-dimensional mages currently living in the world have only scratched the surface of time, relying on their accumulation of strength. , such "genius qualifications" are not worth mentioning... unless, like the master...

However, this is impossible. Even the master reached the peak of the three-dimensional world and truly realized the law of time when he entered the fourth dimension.

But now, this stupid man is only a two-dimensional mage, and has not even reached the peak of two-dimensional. If he can understand the law of time, then...

…

Ah sneeze!

Ivey rubbed his nose and just touched the cold Tower of Time. For a moment, a sharp sword energy seemed to come towards him, seriously injuring himself in an instant... And when he really went to check his injuries , only then did I realize that this didn’t even count as a skin injury, it seemed like there was just a mouthful of blood, I just spit it out, and then I felt comfortable. It was not much more elegant than spitting out a mouthful of phlegm... This is very embarrassing.

But now, he felt his nose itching, and a feeling of discomfort filled his mucous membranes, and a sneeze was born.

It was strange, what was going on? He looked up at the sky and found that the light rain was still pouring down. Damn it, does God have uremia?

Ah sneeze!

Sure enough, I caught a cold.

Such an explanation immediately makes sense and is much more reliable than some supernatural suspense.

He wrapped his clothes around himself. He should have known better than to pretend to be 13. Men, many times you have to act within your ability. If you pretend too much, you will easily be...

Let's try again, Ivey cheered himself up, it really didn't work... He looked at the clock tower in front of him and pretended that this guy was a goddess and he was a licking dog... One day, he would complete his counterattack.

He gently stretched out his generous, fair, slender, and powerful girlfriend, uh, right hand... and touched the cool, wet, sticky, green... um, it was covered with rain. The moss afterwards, the traces of many years, remained for him to admire...

This time, he was not rudely rejected, and some pictures seemed to appear in his mind...