No, where does this portal come from?

No, where does this portal come from?

Author: Touching a wooden fish is also considered as touching fish

Summary:

Lin Yan awakens the [Empowerment] panel, and can gain 'Empowerment Points' by changing the story direction of the original world line, thereby empowering fantasy props and powers.

But when he spent all his empowerment points to create a portal that could take the house through time and space, and a house that could awaken the consciousness of the figures, everything became different.

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Zhang Zhiwei, an ordinary man, Aizen, the first coin king, Uchiha Madara, the king of Konoha, Yakumo Yukari, the eternal eighteen-year-old, Xiao Yan, the Flame Emperor, Saitama, the bald caped knight, Victor, the glorious evolution, etc., have awakened from the figurine cabinets one after another and formed a cross-world chat group...

Various powers from fantasy are also empowered and created.

[Golden Light Mantra (Chaos Empowerment): Possesses self-defense and attack awareness, and can practice independently.]

[Hengyu (Chaos Arc): Spiritual Pressure +1 per minute, Evolution function eliminated.]

[Command Spell (Chaos Empowerment): Has unlimited usage opportunities, but the Servant will obey the command in reverse.]

[Blue Lotus Earth Core Fire (Chaos Arcane): When using the strange fire, you will shout "Don't bully the poor young man."]

From opening that door to changing all the regrets in the world.

From an ordinary figurine cabinet to one where all kinds of fantasies come from.

From the first ray of golden light spell, to the golden spiritual pressure turning into the long steps to godhood, the world rune is always by his side, and the Infinity Stones are all in his hands.

Lin Yan, who traveled through the heavens and the worlds, started from the battle of the two cities, climbed up step by step, traveled through the worlds, changed his regrets, and became the most dazzling existence in the worlds.

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Chapter 1: Beginning with the Bridge of Progress

Bridge of progress.

Ashes fell from the sky and flames painted the sky red.

Screams, roars, cries, the roar of gunfire...

Figures were looming in the smoke, and people were constantly shot through the body by bullets fired from lever-action rifles and fell to the ground.

Looking at the figures being knocked down by bullets in the smoke in the distance, as well as the various angry and distorted faces, Lin Yan instantly understood.

The Battle of the Two Cities, the Day of Ashes...

"I didn't expect that the story would start from here on the first day of the time travel?" Lin Yan looked into the distance.

Battle of Two Cities.

It tells the story of Piltover and Zaun in the League of Legends universe.

The anime's plot is roughly divided into the bottom city and the upper city.

The people of Dicheng, who had long suffered from resource exploitation and environmental pollution in Shangcheng, launched a protest by rushing to the bridge but were brutally suppressed.

The mass death of his companions made the revolutionary leader Vandel want to give up violent resistance and instead protect his adopted daughter Wei, Boom Boom and other family members.

Comrade Hilko insisted that "dignity is more important than life."

After their ideological differences, the two fought a life-and-death battle in the Poison River, leading to the complete division of the city.

The Vandel faction maintains peace, while Hilko controls the "Glimmer" potion and the economic lifeline, cultivating armed forces to try to take revenge on the Upper City and Vandel.

In the end, Hilko's pursuit of Vandel triggered a melee. The psychologically fragile Baku suffered a mental breakdown after accidentally killing his companion and completely transformed into the crazy criminal "Jinx".

And this scene is the beginning of the tragedy.

All of this was just the oppression brought about by the people of Dicheng who wanted to cross the bridge to protest and fight for a better environment.

bang——

"Connor!! No! No!!"

Another gunshot rang out in the smoke.

Then there was the sound of a figure falling to the ground helplessly...

“Felicia!!”

A burly man wearing cast iron gloves looked dejectedly at the two figures lying on the ground, their eyes drooping and blood oozing from bullet holes in their chests. He ran frantically towards them and then, like a black wolf, pounced on the law enforcement officer who had just fired the shot with a ferocious expression...

And not far away.

Wei, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, held Baobao's hand, and Baobao obediently covered his eyes, leaving Wei alone looking through the smoke at the many corpses in the fire, her eyes constantly searching for something.

As if noticing that his sister had stopped, Baobao tentatively lowered his hand.

Tears and ashes formed black tear marks on her face, but were dried by the wind full of gunpowder.

What caught my eye was a ruined bridge and corpses lying in the rubble.

At this moment, the only thing left on the Bridge of Progress was the man in the iron gloves and the law enforcement officer who was beaten like a rag doll in his hands.

As the two looked at the man, the man seemed to have noticed something, dropped the law enforcer in his hand, and turned to look in the direction of Wei and Baobao.

He walked towards the two of them without saying a word, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.

Their eyes met, and Wei seemed to understand something, and her trembling pupils looked at the two corpses not far from the man.

Wei, who was always strong, burst into tears at this moment...

In a courtyard not far away, Lin Yan stared quietly at the tragedy of the bridge crash, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.

The firelight illuminated his face and the entire room.

Step, step, step...

Vandel walked on the street with two children in his arms, looking lonely.

The tears of the two children soaked his clothes, and the faint sobs filled his soul. The tragic death of his friend was so vivid in his mind that he was unable to recover for a while.

Just as he walked down the Bridge of Progress and headed towards the city in a daze, suddenly, the gate of a courtyard opened.

Amidst the flames and smoke, a young man walked out and waved to Fandel.

Looking at the young man's neat clothes and clean appearance, Vander just glanced at him coldly, without stopping, and continued walking forward.

Just as he was about to walk into the darkness, Lin Yan's words stopped him in his tracks: "Hey, Vander. Do you want to leave these brothers who rushed the bridge with you, and the parents of those two children, here to be dealt with by the people in the upper city?"

"Come here, I'll help you bury them." Lin Yan's voice was magnetic, with an inexplicable sense of trust.

Hearing the voice behind him, Vander turned to look at the corpse on the bridge, then looked at Lin Yan standing in front of the door. He pursed his lips slightly, with some residual ferocity in his eyes, and walked slowly towards the young man like a cautious black wolf.

Follow Lin Yan into the courtyard.

However, Vander did not follow him into the room. He just watched through the glass as the figure took out bandages, alcohol, hemostatic drugs, and bread and milk from the drawer.

"Hey, Vander! It doesn't matter if you come in or not, but these two little ones have fainted from crying. Are you going to hold them like this forever?"

Lin Yan walked to the hallway and opened the door, while Vander kept glancing into the house through the cracks in the door and the glass, trying to find out if there was anyone who could threaten the safety of himself and his family.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Yan sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, I'm the only one at home, come in quickly. Besides, the wound on your body needs to be disinfected, otherwise it will get inflamed."

As Vander walked into the house, Lin Yan arranged for Vander to put Wei and Baobao in his arms in the guest room. He asked Vander to go to the bathroom to wash his body, and then began to disinfect and suture the wounds.

Don’t say that the wound cannot get wet. Vander doesn’t care about that.

After all, the air in the bottom city is much dirtier than the clean hot water.

After cleaning off the dust and dirt on his body, Lin Yan picked up the alcohol and poured it on the wound on Vander's body.

The severe pain made him frown, but he didn't let out a cry of pain.

Disinfection, application of medicine to stop bleeding, and suture.

Lin Yan's suturing skills were not very good, but compared to leaving the flesh and blood exposed, the rough suturing was already pretty good.

Looking at Lin Yan who put the medicine back into the room and came out again, Vander wrapped his clothes, stood up silently, and walked out quietly.

Only when he reached the door did he turn around and look at Lin Yan in the room: "They came here with me, so I should be the one to bury them."

"Please help look after them during this time."

After saying that, Vandel walked towards the Bridge of Progress again, but this time he was not going to rush across the bridge, but to collect the bodies.

In the light of the fire, he found a cart from somewhere and carried the goods back and forth by himself all night long, until dawn when he finally finished.

He buried all the bodies in the city.

Although it was dirty and messy, it was where these people once lived.

It was half a day later when Lin Yan saw Vander again.

Compared to when he left, Vander had an additional wound on his abdomen caused by a knife. It seemed that he and Hilko had broken up over something during this period.

Seeing Vander limping into the room with his hands on his stomach, Lin Yan took out alcohol, needles and thread, and hemostatic drugs with ease and gave him another set of basic services.

Lin Yan walked out of the room with two cups of hot tea in his hands.

After handing one of the cups to Vander, Lin Yan sat down on the chair.

On the side, Vandel quietly felt the scalding hot tea in his hand. The death of his friend, the breakup of his brother, and the collapse of his faith, these made the strong man sadder than any physical wounds.

Just as he was immersed in his memories, a sudden voice sounded in the house.

"Vandel..."

"You shouldn't have broken up."

This incoherent sentence made Vander suddenly raise his head.

His sharp eyes glanced at Lin Yan, as if he would tear him apart in the next second: "Who are you!"

"Me? You can call me Lin Yan. My profession... is an arcanist who travels around the world." Lin Yan said lightly after taking a sip of tea.

"Arcanist? What's that?"

Having worked in mines for half his life, Vandel naturally had never heard of words like "arcane".

According to the current timeline, even among the residents of Piltover, only a small number of them know that arcane and magic still exist in the world, let alone him.

"The arcane is difficult to explain. You can think of me as a magician, a magician... who is proficient in prophecy."

"...Just like those fortune tellers in the dark alleys who specialize in deceiving people?"

"..."

"No, no, no~ What did you get wrong? I'm not one of those liars~" Lin Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

"You said you are a magician proficient in prophecy? Prove it to me." Vander looked at Lin Yan, his face full of disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan frowned and was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

"Proof..."

"Well... let me take a look."

"This morning, you and Hilco broke up due to ideological differences."

"You wanted to drown Hilko in the river, but you didn't have the ruthlessness to do so at the critical moment, and Hilko seized the opportunity to escape."

"Am I right about this?"

After these words were spoken, Vander looked at Lin Yan with less suspicion.

Not only was he sure that there was absolutely no third person at the scene when that incident happened today!

Another thing is that when he was young, he witnessed a miracle when a mine collapsed.

No, that's not a miracle anymore.

It was a 'miracle' that was far more shocking than the miracle of prophecy.

Compared to a collapsed mine tunnel being blown open by a hurricane that came out of nowhere, what was so unbelievable about the prophecy before us?

But... before that, he still needs to verify it himself!

Verify whether this arcanist is a fake one!

His deep blue pupils glanced at Lin Yan suspiciously, and his arms hanging by his sides clenched unconsciously.

Then--