After leaving the world of all NPCs

Erya was a little uncomfortable with her sudden approach and straight ball, and leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance.

She keenly captured the dominance in the other person's words.

The girl named Alicia seemed to be aware of her existence and had a firm grasp on the rhythm of the conversation.

Erya instinctively wanted to resist the feeling of being led by the nose and was about to say something.

"Don't move~" Alicia was one step faster. She stretched out her white fingers and gently tapped Erya's chest. She raised her hand to brush away a strand of hair from her forehead. "Let me borrow your eyes to look in the mirror... Well, there I go! How do I look? Is my hair messed up because I'm too happy to see new friends?"

Erya: “…”

She looked at the other person's flawless hairstyle and smile, and felt helpless to complain.

"Come to think of it," Alicia said, as if remembering something, her pink eyes flickering with mischief, "I often talk about you with the other pretty girls in the observatory."

Erya's ears pricked up instantly: "Talking about me? Talking about what?

"Oh my," Alicia chuckled, covering her mouth. "You really want to know? But a girl's thoughts are precious secrets, so they can't be easily revealed."

Seeing Erya almost rolling his eyes, Alicia's smile became even brighter: "I see you seem to have a lot of questions for me."

"Don't be impatient, my lovely elf lady. We still have a lot of time, so we can talk slowly."

"for example……"

Her blue eyes were like clear lake water, reflecting Erya's somewhat disheveled figure. "Tell me about your first romantic experience just now, and did my husband make you happy? Although his actions were rough, please forgive him. After all, this is his way of showing affection."

Erya took a deep breath and looked at the face in front of him that was so beautiful that it was unfair, and the face with an impeccable smile. For the first time in front of someone she had just met, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness and a sense of being completely seen through.

Although he was the omniscient elf, he knew nothing about Alicia and was played around by her.

"Tsk, what a troublesome pink-haired girl..."

"Is it Miss Pink Fairy~?"

"..." Erya took a deep breath, looked at the ring on Alicia's index finger, and the TV screen in the distance showing the scenery outside, and said inexplicably: "Your husband is great!"

……

The spring afternoon sun filters through the newly green cherry blossoms lining the road to Ayato University, casting tiny, flickering spots of light on the clean road surface.

The air is filled with the scent of grass and the faint fragrance of ink from books.

Students walked along the boulevard in twos and threes.

In this flowing crowd, the figure of a young girl is like a focused lens, attracting countless eyes to follow quietly.

Tokisaki Kurumi walked with an elegant and calm step, her long black hair like a waterfall falling softly to her waist. She wore a beautifully tailored dark high-waisted vest dress that perfectly outlined her slender waist and full and undulating chest line.

She wore a retro Western-style white shirt with a delicate black satin ribbon tied around the collar and an exquisite silver boutonniere decoration. The cuffs were slightly turned up, revealing a small section of her dazzlingly white wrist.

Under the waterfall-like bangs are a pair of eyes as deep and charming as aged wine, and lips as delicate and breakable as cherry blossom petals.

Her skin was as delicate as a flawless pearl, and her slender limbs seemed like they would break if she applied even a little too much force.

The whole person exudes a fatal temptation that leads people to fall.

Kuang San's wine-red eyes swept calmly across the front, but today, she keenly noticed that all the eyes around her seemed to be focused in the same direction.

On a bench by the roadside.

She stopped her light steps and looked sideways.

Bright sunshine filled the plain wooden bench.

A young man was sitting there casually, with a relaxed posture, as if waiting for someone.

He had soft black hair with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead. Below that were eyes that were equally as dark as ink, like a deep pool, clear yet bottomless.

His facial features are regular, his lines are soft, and he has the heroic spirit that is unique to young people.

Just sitting there quietly, it is like a carefully painted painting, exuding an aura that makes people fall in love at first sight.

A trace of pure amazement flashed in the depths of Kurumi's wine-red eyes.

"To think there is such a good-looking boy."

Kurumi instinctively observed quietly... The clothes seemed ordinary, but the exquisite details revealed that they were woven by the girl's dexterous hands. The clothes on her body were carefully made by hand and full of love.

The posture is relaxed and lazy, but not frivolous at all, and the muscles are kept tense, ready to explode at any time.

Her eyes are too deep, not like the eyes of a model or artist who makes a living by her looks.

Maybe he is some wealthy and idle nobleman?

Kurumi made a preliminary judgment.

"A hobby... maybe exciting competitive sports? Looking at his long fingers, he might be good at board games?"

Thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.

There's no reason to linger too long.

Kuang San withdrew her gaze, and the ripples in her wine-red eyes subsided. She started walking again, ready to pass through this area of ​​focused attention without leaving a trace.

After taking only two steps, the young man spoke quietly.

"Nightmare."

Kurumi's footsteps paused imperceptibly.

Ye Zuochen, who was sitting on the bench, raised his hands and clapped them lightly three times.

Snapped--

The applause was not loud, but it carried a rhythm that penetrated the soul.

Like the distant morning bell in a temple.

It is also like a clear spring from a mountain stream dripping into a deep pool.

It instantly cleared away all the noise and restlessness around.

Ye Zuochen raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze over the girls around him who still couldn't help but glance at him, and some even wanted to approach him and chat with him.

"Everyone, move away. Don't gather here."

In an instant, the fascination and curiosity in the eyes of the girls around him disappeared quickly like the receding tide. Without communication or hesitation, they turned around silently, like water gently pushed away by an invisible hand, and quickly and orderly dispersed to both sides of the road, merging into the crowd in the distance.

The central area that was focused just now was now filled with only Ye Zuochen and Tokisaki Kurumi who was standing a few steps away.

The spring light streamed down between them unhindered.

Kurumi slowly turned around and faced him, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Oh my... This is really surprising. It doesn't look like a Realizer... Could it be an "Angel"? This is the first time I've seen a male elf. "

Ye Zuochen sat on the bench: "I am a human."

The smile on Kurumi's face remained unchanged.

Ye Zuochen leaned forward slightly, his hands casually resting on his knees.

"So, are you satisfied with the timeline you changed?"

In an instant, the perfect smile on Kurumi's face froze as if frozen.

The wine-red pupil of the right eye suddenly contracted, and the sharp gaze was like a real ice cone, instantly piercing Ye Zuochen!

"who are you?!"

"They are people from a parallel world. For some reason, they know some things, but they also don't know some things."

"...humans from a parallel world?"

Tokisaki Kurumi repeated the word softly, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, obviously digesting this information that was far beyond common sense.

After a moment, Kuang San's lips once again drew up a curve that could captivate everyone, "Well, Mr. Ye from another world has come to find an ordinary college student like me. What advice do you have for me?"

Ye Zuochen sat upright on the bench, met Kuang San's gaze, and without any hesitation, stated his purpose directly: "I need you to take me back to thirty years ago."

The smile on Kuang San's face remained, but in the depths of her wine-red right eye, complex light and shadow flashed across her face in an instant.

A hint of clarity.

A trace of helplessness.

A hint of fatigue.

"I can't do that." Kurumi shook her head: "I don't have any memory of the time before the change."

"But one morning I woke up and found that the spiritual energy in my body had been completely drained away. Not a drop remained. The time I had stored was completely consumed. I could only feel that I had used the [Twelve Bullets]."

"I tried to use the [Ten Bullets]."

"I want to retrieve the lost fragments of memory from my past self."

"But all I got in response was a hollow echo."

"I found my goal, absorbed the spiritual veins surging deep within the earth, and accumulated enough spiritual power to travel back thirty years. I successfully returned to the source thirty years ago and changed the future..."

She withdrew her gaze and returned it to Ye Zuochen's face. Her smile was filled with the calmness of someone who had finally settled down. "That's all."

"Other than that, I only have memories that belong to this timeline."

"I only remember that one day I suddenly turned into an elf. Since then, I have been trying to find the reason for the elves and the space earthquake. I also tried to save someone... but failed."

Ye Zuochen's gaze fell quietly on Kuang San.

The woman before him, unlike the nightmare elf in his memory who was eternally frozen at the age of sixteen, with her body wrapped in thorns of despair and obsession, had stretched out her figure, breaking through the 160-centimeter limit and was almost as tall as Erya, showing the exquisite curves of a woman sliding from the end of youth to maturity.

The breath that was once as sharp as a blade and suffocating seems to have been polished into a mellow and peaceful state by time and this peaceful timeline.

It was like taking off a heavy burden, but at the same time, it was as if I had fallen into another kind of calm confusion.

"Are you giving up just like that?" Ye Zuochen asked, his voice steady and calm. "Against your goal of 'changing the past and reversing all tragedies'?"

Kuang San was slightly startled, and could only smile bitterly and said: "Give up..."

"Or rather, I've let it go. I've lost my elven powers, and besides, I've already 'changed' once, haven't I?"

"Although I have no idea what I have changed, is it good or bad?"

"In this timeline, elves still exist, spacequakes still occur, and many people still die because of them. But, what else can I do except accept it?"

She chose to bow to her new fate.

This really has no solution.

Lost all my powers, lost all my clones, and most importantly...

No memory or spiritual power.

Although Tokisaki Kurumi felt that if she could find a way to replenish her spiritual energy, she might still be able to recover her strength.

but.

So what?

Kurumi couldn't tell whether the current timeline was getting better or worse.

In short, there is no other way.

"Actually, you're quite lucky. You know, in the original timeline, you personally killed over ten thousand people and were considered the most evil spirit. The result of suddenly losing your power was probably that you were hunted to the point of having no way out."

Ye Zuochen said lightly.

Kurumi: "..."

Wait a minute, it feels like you just said something out of the blue.

Killed ten thousand people?

me?

Kuang San wanted to ask again, but Ye Zuochen slowly raised his right hand.

Om-!

In the void about an inch above his head, a brilliant halo suddenly condensed and took shape.

It looks like a crown woven from countless tiny light patterns.

It is like an Ouroboros holding its own tail in its mouth.

"——Anyone who faces me will give up all hope——"

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red inverted cross suddenly appeared under the skin of Ye Zuochen's open right palm, as deep as solidified blood and with edges as sharp as a knife!