After leaving the world of all NPCs

A hand quickly and powerfully grasped the back of Kurumi's neck like an iron clamp, preventing her from any possible retreat.

The other hand was on her waist, with irresistible force.

Then, under the gaze of Kurumi with a hint of momentary panic, he suddenly lowered his head.

121 The Imperfect Primordial Spirit

As their lips and teeth touched, the dark blue color on their neck quickly faded away, turning into pure and flawless white in the blink of an eye.

The elixir of immortality flowed into Kuang San's body along the connecting point.

This force is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, instantly anchoring the existence that is about to dissipate due to the passage of time.

At the same time, an extremely thin golden thread quietly penetrated deep into Kurumi's heart.

Invisible and traceless, yet truly entangled with Kurumi's heart.

"Uh……"

A short moan escaped from Kuang San's throat, and her eyes clearly reflected Ye Zuochen's black eyes that were so close to her.

Immediately afterwards, a faint golden light quietly emerged at the heart.

A golden thread appeared out of thin air, and the other end was connected to Ye Zuochen's heart.

The young elf's existence had stabilized, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but there was no rage or murderous intent in her eyes. Instead, she had a playful and extremely charming smile.

The slender fingertips gently touched the lips that still had a warm touch.

"Ah, ah, ah, you're so generous, young man! I'll accept this gift. But, who are you, sir? And what's the purpose of this generous gift?"

Ye Zuochen released his hand that was clasping the back of the girl's neck, took a step back, and created some distance between them.

"—— chewing up time to return it to all living beings——"

A stream of light suddenly shot out and transformed into a tall and graceful figure.

The luxurious long skirt dragged on the ground, like a lady's evening dress, replaced the original slightly playful Gothic short skirt.

Her height has obviously increased, and her figure of nearly 1.7 meters shows her more mature charm, and the curve of her chest is more proud.

The jet-black twin ponytails remain, but the length seems to have quietly increased, taking on a different charm when they fall.

Nineteen-year-old Tokisaki Kurumi appears here.

Two Tokisaki Kurumi.

A petite and delicate girl, wearing a Gothic dress, smart and cunning, like a fairy in the dark night.

A tall and mature woman with a long dress that trails on the ground, with a calm temperament, like the queen of time.

They were less than two meters apart, their eyes meeting in the air.

The sixteen-year-old Kuang San looked at the face opposite her, which had similar features to her own but was more mature and had a completely different temperament. She was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her lips curled up like a crescent moon.

"Oh my, this is truly... a surprising 'encounter'."

The nineteen-year-old Kurumi's golden left eye clock hand quietly turned a notch, and she also looked at her childish self across from her. A trace of extremely complex fluctuations flashed in her eyes, and then turned into a lazy smile with deep meaning: "Ah... indeed. I didn't expect to meet myself at 'this time' again in this way."

They stared at each other, and it seemed as if countless messages were flowing silently in their eye contact.

Kurumi has a lot of experience coexisting with many "selves". Although the encounter with this "self" across time in front of her is bizarre, it does not exceed the scope of her understanding.

They were like projections of the same soul on different pages, naturally beginning to communicate with a tacit understanding that outsiders could not understand.

"It seems that the future 'me' is living a good life." The sixteen-year-old Kuang San tilted her head, smiling sweetly and harmlessly, but her words were unintentionally tentative, "This outfit is more suitable for attending a high-society dinner party."

"Same here," the 19-year-old Kuang San gracefully smoothed out a non-existent wrinkle on her skirt, a smile on her lips, but her eyes were as deep as the abyss, "The 'past' me was still like this, full of energy. This innocence is really something I miss."

"Naive?" The sixteen-year-old Kuang San chuckled, her scarlet right eye slightly narrowed. "When this word is used to describe 'us', I always feel that there is something malicious in it, my future 'me'."

The teasing tone and relaxed atmosphere could not conceal the scrutiny and vigilance hidden in each other's eyes.

They know themselves too well.

A subtle expression or an unintentional pause may convey countless meanings.

This seemingly calm but actually turbulent atmosphere of trial has reached a subtle critical point.

Without any warning!

The lazy smile on the face of the 19-year-old Kuang San disappeared instantly, and her left hand, which had been hanging elegantly at her side, was raised as fast as lightning.

A slightly shorter flintlock rifle instantly appeared in her hand, and the cold muzzle was pointed at the eyebrows of her sixteen-year-old self opposite her without hesitation.

Almost at the same moment!

The sweet smile on the face of sixteen-year-old Kuang San froze in an instant, and with the same incomparable swiftness, she raised her short flintlock rifle with her right hand, locking the muzzle of the gun precisely on the eyebrows of the mature version of herself opposite her.

"Ten Bullet!"

"Ten Bullet!"

There were no words, no eye contact, not even the slightest hesitation.

boom!boom!

Two gunshots rang out, without any particular order, exploding across the wasteland like a single sound.

Two spiritual bullets drew two absolutely parallel straight lines in the air, piercing each other's eyebrows with incredible precision.

puff!

A slight sound of entering flesh was heard.

Both bullets hit the target simultaneously.

The sixteen-year-old Kuang San's body shook violently, her pupils suddenly dilated, and countless strange yet extremely familiar images, emotions, and memory fragments poured into her mind like a flood that broke through the dam.

Those were the long years, struggles, choices, pains and... the ending that never changed that belonged to another her.

The 19-year-old Kuang San also swayed, and the strong obsession from her "past", the pure murderous intent, and... the deep-buried thoughts and regrets for someone that even she herself had become a little vague about, also poured in like a tide.

That was the starting point of her journey, her original intention that has never been erased.

Time is their strength and their curse.

The angel controls time and has twelve bullets, of which the "Yud" can convey the target's past memories.

Smoke and dust drifted from the muzzle.

The two Kurumis kept pointing their guns at each other, motionless, only the hands in the golden clock's pupils were spinning wildly.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, yet it seemed like only a moment.

Finally, the two men lowered their arms almost at the same time, with the muzzles of their guns hanging towards the ground.

"Heh..." Kuang San slowly raised her eyes and gently stroked her brows, "We've been going around in circles, and in the end we were still fooled by this damn 'correction force'."

Da Kuang San nodded slightly: "But it's not completely meaningless. At least we saved 150 million people who should have died here, and prevented more innocent girls from being forced to become elves. And... Saya..."

She did not continue.

"Sawa..." the past Kurumi said, "She didn't die in my hands, she wasn't ended by 'me', and she wasn't turned into a spirit by Mio, but she disappeared in the huge spatial earthquake."

"..."

Da Kuang San was silent for a moment, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Even in this new present, I tried one thousand six hundred and forty-one times, but still couldn't save her."

"It's not your fault. It's like a joke. You can't save her no matter what you do." Little Kuang San shook her head and looked at Ye Zuochen. "But it's not completely hopeless. We still have an unexpected sponsor."

Ye Zuochen simply said, "I only accept fair trades, but going to rescue Yamadasahe is fine too. It's a free service, after all, she's quite pretty."

The two Kuang San were shocked for a moment.

"what do you want to do?"

"Wait a minute, isn't having us enough?"

Ye Zuochen said seriously, "My goal is to collect all the elves and replenish the number of my harem. There is never too much beauty in the world~"

"Mr. Zuochen really doesn't hide his desires at all." Little Kuang San just joked.

Big Kuang San was also helpless: "At least now it seems fair."

They looked at each other, both feeling somewhat resigned to their fate.

The correction force is too strong. They are just pawns and puppets of the correction force and cannot change the results that the correction force wants.

"But let's talk about these things later. I have something important to do here." Ye Zuochen suddenly raised his right hand, and an upside-down blood-red cross appeared in his palm without warning.

The cross seemed to be made of flowing blood, emitting a strange and heavy aura.

"—The poisonous honey of the forbidden fruit permeates your souls, created beings, subverting the Creator's covenant—"

The hand of betrayal pressed the air towards the three corpses that had long been cold and forgotten in the corner of the wasteland not far away.

Om-!

Three dazzling red lights suddenly shot up into the sky from the three corpses!

The dead were forcibly twisted into beings similar to the living dead.

Three people were suspended in the air half a foot above the ground. They were strange "existences" with clear outlines but appearing translucent.

Isaac, Elliot, and Allen had their eyes closed, their expressions frozen in astonishment or confusion at the moment of death, like ghosts sealed in bloody amber.

"What did you do?" The smaller version of Kuang San frowned slightly.

Ye Zuochen replied, "I simply transformed them into dead servants. This was a power possessed by one of my predecessors. He would transform those he killed into living dead, thereby controlling their souls forever. However, mine is a degraded version. I don't have the power to forcibly control them, nor can I restore dead servants..."

"Stop it, what have you done to Elliot and my sister?"

Kallen's exasperated voice rang out from the communicator on the ground.

Ye Zuochen simply ignored this and said, "I feel like you've forgotten someone. Isaac, the instigator, seems to have been ignored by you."

"I see. Is that why we were resurrected?" Isaac, transformed into a dead servant, laughed. "It doesn't look like the power of an elf, nor does it look like magic, nor does it grant abilities related to physics or the mysticism. It's like a joke from the gods."

"This is authority," Ye Zuochen replied directly. "It's the power that makes gods gods. It's also the power that transcends time and brings about the convergence of past and future possibilities."

Isaac was surprised and asked, "Do gods really exist?"

"They exist." Ye Zuochen said, "The good news is that God loves humans. The bad news is that God only loves humans."

Allen regained consciousness at this point. She tried hard to break free from the restraints on her body, but the body of the dead servant was like a statue, unable to move at all. She could only ask angrily, "What do you want to say?"

Elliot's voice was a little dazed: "What this person who suddenly appeared wanted to say is that God only loves people in a macro sense, but not a specific person."

"You can understand it this way." Ye Zuochen shrugged and then looked at Isaac. "Okay, leave the 'Elf Spell' to me."

Isaac uttered an "oh," without a trace of embarrassment. "Is it because of the 'Elf Spell' I developed that you're resurrecting us? Then, someone with divine power, can I trade my life for the 'Elf Spell'?"

Ye Zuochen chuckled: "Of course, I can even let Kuang San travel through time again, back to the more distant past, and change the history of the destruction of the wizard village where you live."

"What?" Elliot was shocked at first, then shook his head: "I'm afraid this doesn't make sense. You actually come from different futures, right?"

Although it was a question, his tone was firm.

Elliot said slowly, "Magical life forms—elves—are likely to have other powers outside of the neighboring realm. Based on a little speculation, the two girls here who look identical are from two different futures."

"We successfully activated the future of the Spirit Cultivation, and another future transformed by the spirits of this future."

"If the Spirit Ritual fails, there will be no spirits in the future. However, if no spirits appear, how can any spirits return to the past and organize the Spirit Ritual? Therefore, the spirits must appear, just in a different form."

"Correction force is probably a similar force."

Having said this, he paused, as if thinking, or struggling, and then said: "Even if you save our village, our village will still be destroyed in another way."

Isaac laughed and said, "That's it, so Elliot, our only option is to take revenge on humans!"

Kuang San sneered, "Alala, that's a really interesting statement. You're obviously grateful to these people for destroying your village, and you're happy that you have a reason to destroy humanity and get pleasure from it. So don't put on an avenger's face here."

"Is that really the case?" Elliot sighed, "Although I've had this suspicion in my mind..."

Kuang San continued to taunt: "He fell in love at first sight with a wild woman who came from nowhere, and then betrayed his best friend whom he had played with since childhood. Now he is still saying that he knows his best friend very well."

"Cough cough..."

Elliot coughed uncontrollably. He wanted to retort, but he didn't know how.

This smaller version of Kurumi comes from the future when they successfully summon the original elves. What they are talking about now is the future that they don’t know about, but it has indeed happened.

Would he betray Isaac?

Ye Zuochen turned his eyes to the two Kuang San, big and small, and then to the three imprisoned death servants. He suddenly felt that he should have committed the sin of greed yesterday.