"Well--!"

Muramasa groaned. Even though he couldn't see, he could feel the earth-shaking changes taking place in his body.

The originally vague and uncertain world of mind is gradually undergoing a transformation under the impact of the pure energy injected by Asmodai.

The barriers of space are no longer fuzzy boundaries, but are forcibly fixed and solidified by this force. The world's "skeleton" hums under the weight of the heavy burden, yet, constrained by a higher power, it is forcibly anchored in the gap between reality and illusion.

It is no longer a "barrier" that needs to be actively deployed, but gradually settles into the prototype of a truly independent "alien world".

“Ugh… cough!”

Muramasa clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. The transformation process was longer than he had imagined, and time gradually became blurred in the constant tempering.

But he didn't move. At least he could see that there was no hostility in the other person's behavior - she was sincere and irresistible.

The golden light in Asmodai's palm became brighter and brighter, and her golden eyes stared at Muramasa's heart, as if she was looking directly at the core of the world that was being born.

The slight frost that she had sensed before was not dispelled or suppressed at this moment. Instead, it began to become active and spontaneously integrated into this world.

It's as if I can still hear a certain voice echoing in my ears:

"You really can surprise me, big brother."

The "inherent barrier" within his body seemed to have "skipped" certain processes, proceeding straight to the final step. Now he could feel his spirit, will, and even the certain "causal conditions" that constituted his existence, all undergoing subtle adjustments and anchoring in the fusion with these forces.

Asmodai's figure was becoming thinner and more transparent in Muramasa's blurred vision.

The smile on her face did not change, but fatigue could not be suppressed from the depths of her golden eyes, and it quickly faded along with the forced majesty.

"Uh...huh..."

She seemed to want to say something else, but only let out a slight gasp. The palm of her hand pressed against Muramasa's chest trembled slightly, but the power she was sending out did not weaken in the slightest. After a long pause, she finally uttered a sentence:

"It seems... there are more things... that can be left behind... than expected..."

Muramasa felt that the framework of the world inside his body was rapidly solidifying, the barriers of space were becoming extremely solid, and the "weight" and "texture" of his existence were clearer than ever before.

However, as he watched Asmodai's figure becoming increasingly illusory and almost merging into the solidified space of light and shadow that she had personally constructed, he did not feel much joy in his heart. Instead, an indescribable complex emotion surged up in his heart.

"You..." Muramasa's voice was a little dry. He wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only squeeze out one sentence: "Why do you have to do this?"

This woman who calls herself "Space Ruler" broke in by force and gave by force.

The purpose is unclear, but the price paid is real.

Her smile froze on her face. At that moment, Asmodai seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

"Because, this time... I have a choice. Unlike before..."

The voice was as soft as a whisper, and she remembered her past mission and the voices of the two travelers one last time.

There was even a hint of playfulness at the end of the words, as if he had finally let go of a heavy burden.

The moment she finished speaking, her palm, which was pressed against Muramasa's chest, completely lost its sense of reality.

The light and shadow that made up her body suddenly disintegrated like stardust blown away by the wind, and merged into the newly formed world in his body.

"...I don't understand why, but thank you very much."

Muramasa felt the existence entering his body and instinctively controlled the world that had just taken shape, collecting equal and constant amounts of Asmodai bit by bit, dividing out a small part of the world and saving her in it.

At the same time, the world around it gradually collapsed.

PS Speaking of the personality of the space ruler, do you want it to be tougher or softer?

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 108: Missing

When Muramasa had accommodated the light-point-like Asmodai, the space around her created also turned into pieces of silk, presenting the original world before him again.

"I don't know how long it took..."

Muramasa looked around and found that the fog was very thick and its density was still rising.

Before he could think about it, the surrounding fog swallowed him up again. When it dissipated again, what reappeared before his eyes was the simple wooden house that Aru had led him to.

"Old man?"

The familiar lazy voice sounded in my mind again, and it seemed so reassuring in this strange world.

"Oh, you're back."

Muramasa replied in a nonchalant manner, waiting for the fierce reaction from the other side.

Although it was not his intention, he disappeared for a long time without saying a word. Whether it was worry or blame, the response he received at this time would always make him want to cover his ears.

"Um."

The voice on the other end sounded somewhat dull, even the usual laziness was suppressed:

"I'm glad you're back."

What's going on...are you angry?

The expected scolding, teasing, and even questioning with a bit of vixen-like cunningness, all did not appear.

This made him more uncomfortable than any violent reaction. When had that Yae Palace Master ever been so easy to talk to?

"Hey, fox?" Muramasa asked tentatively, his voice a little abrupt amid the deserted wooden house and the thick fog. "Something's going on over here... over here. Over here..."

"A whole day has already passed here. From the time you disappeared to the time you reappeared, it was almost a day and a night."

Shenzi sighed and his vision shifted to Muramasa:

"Don't worry, I'm just a little sleepy."

"Looking at this scenery, you must have come out of that 'Inazuma', right?"

"Well," after listening to Shenzi's explanation, Muramasa finally understood the exact time that had passed, and brought the topic back on track: "I just don't know if time here passes synchronously."

"Don't act rashly. I don't know what you've been through, but your situation isn't optimistic."

Shen Zi almost immediately gave Muramasa a comprehensive examination of his body. Although he could not detect any changes, he could feel the weakness and fatigue in his breath.

"Go and rest first. Even if your body can handle it, your spirit will be broken..."

...This guy is so quiet, I'm still a little uncomfortable...

Village was muttering to himself, but he still said "hmm." The fatigue that had been forcibly suppressed emerged more clearly with the response.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, the wood creaking under the weight. He felt the cold, damp air seeping in through the cracks in the door and the window frames, closed his eyes, and while resting, he felt the world of images within his mind that had been forcibly fixed.

"..." The Goddess on the other end of the link also fell silent, seemingly just "watching" him quietly. It was not until he truly fell into a deep sleep that Goddess Yae breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems nothing serious."

She said this, but this time she didn't dare to disconnect the connection, and her attention was completely focused on Muramasa.

"Relax, I'm watching too."

Looking at the nervous look of the Son of God after his mistake, Kitsusai Palace showed a smile that seemed to see through everything, but the Yae Palace priest could not notice it at the moment.

"Let him go tomorrow to learn about the situation on the island. We know very little right now, and staying here is not a good idea."

……

In the early morning, Heguan was still shrouded in fog, and the morning light seemed to avoid the world.

"Awake?" Yaejinko's voice echoed in his mind at the right moment, a lazy tone with a subtle concern, much better than the dull tone of yesterday. "How do you feel?"

Muramasa stretched his muscles for a moment, but didn't elaborate on Asmodai's story. "Ah, it's a blessing in disguise, I suppose. The details will take time to verify."

The other party had hidden himself in order to hide something, and even needed multiple restrictions and powers to cover him before he dared to talk to himself.

Now that he is so weak, exposing himself casually is probably not a good option.

"Hmph, it seems my day of disappearance wasn't wasted." Shen Zi's voice took on a familiar hint of teasing, and he seemed to have adjusted his mindset. "Well, let's go to the 'festival site' again today."

"Let's see what happens here after we kill those 'two' over there."

"Ah."

Muramasa responded briefly, followed the voices and the lingering smell of fireworks, and walked towards the direction where the festival was held yesterday.

The closer we get to the center, the clearer the traces of yesterday's hustle and bustle become.

Fruit cores were scattered on the trampled muddy ground, a few extinguished bonfires were still emitting faint smoke, and the air was filled with the faint smell of ash.

"...It seems that time has not changed here."

After observing for a while, he came to a preliminary conclusion.

Although the ceremony last night continued for a while after he left, many details matched the time when he left. As for the decisive evidence, it was naturally...

Muramasa's eyes swept across the center of the venue. That was where he and Miyu Chiyo had sparred last night. There were obvious traces of the ground being plowed by a powerful force, and it seemed that it had not been repaired yet.

"Hmph, it seems the results of last night's 'communication' are still here."

"Mr. Muramasa, did you have a good rest last night?"

A voice as gentle as the morning breeze sounded from behind him, with a hint of concern.

Muramasa turned around and the person who came into his sight was the gentle purple-haired woman - Raiden Shin.

"..." Muramasa nodded slightly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment, as if confirming something, "Is it so-so?"

He appears to be calm on the surface, but he is not as calm as he looks on the inside.

Still alive, the guy who was cut in half by him last night is now standing in front of him! This made Muramasa think about what kind of principle is behind this:

Moreover, she seemed to have no memory of last night... or rather, that world?

"That's good." Raiden Zhen nodded slightly and slowly approached, his eyes also falling on the land that was plowed open by the collision between the two. "Last night... Chiyo seemed a little too excited and caused trouble for you, sir."

She paused, frowning slightly, revealing her genuine worry:

"And that child, it seems, ran away somewhere because of this incident, and we couldn't find him for a while..."

"Ok?"

Although Muramasa also saw Miyomi Chiyo's hesitation, when she mentioned it, he suddenly realized that Miyomi Chiyo might have disappeared in both worlds?

In other words, compared with Raiden Shin, whose memories are not interconnected, Miyu Chiyo is decisively different!

The Swordsmith from Another World: Chapter 109 Storm Wall

"I haven't seen her since the festival. I asked other people this morning, and they all said they hadn't seen her either." She gathered her sleeves together and gazed into the depths of the mist. "Although that child is belligerent, she's never left without saying goodbye like this... It's worrying."

Raiden had no recollection of what happened at "Another Inazuma" last night. Her worry stemmed only from Michiyo's disappearance after the festival.

"Interesting." Yaejinko's voice echoed in Muramasa's mind with a hint of amusement. "It seems that after seeing that sword, he became a little too 'awake' and even hid himself in this world?"

Without responding to Shen Zi's teasing, Muramasa just looked at Raiden Zhen's purple eyes full of worry.

"Maybe just find a place to be quiet."

After a long while, he finally spoke in a deep voice, as if to comfort himself. But he didn't know how much more he should say, as this wasn't his area of ​​expertise:

"Perhaps yesterday's battle gave her some insights."

Lei Dianzhen nodded thoughtfully, accepting the explanation, but the worry between his brows did not completely dissipate:

"I hope so. But it's still unsettling... If you have time later, could you please keep an eye out for Chiyo?"

"Well, it just so happens that I also want to take a walk around this island."

Muramasa didn't respond directly, but he agreed.

"This……"

Hearing that the other party was planning to take action on the island, Lei Dianzhen seemed a little surprised and hesitant, but finally opened his mouth and gave a warning:

"Although this island is peaceful, it is only peaceful outside of this mist."

"If you plan to go deep into the fog, be very careful."

Careful? I see that A-lu seems to be able to come and go freely...

Muramasa complained in his heart, but when he thought of Aru's creepy look, he suddenly felt that it was not very strange.

"We're going to go into the fog, but before that, I have a few questions."

"Hmm?" Lei Dianzhen tilted his head slightly, his purple eyes filled with inquiry.

"How long does this festival plan to last? Also..." He paused, as if weighing his words, before continuing, "Since it's a festival, there must be some 'highlights'. I'm new here, so I should have a general idea."

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