After leaving the world of all NPCs

The sword of wisdom instantly pierced through the chest of Tobiichi Origami, who was hundreds of meters away.

At the moment of being pierced, the huge spiritual power of the elves that had just awakened in Origami's body was instantly blocked as if it was thrown into a raging fire at absolute zero.

The dazzling "Angel of Extinction" also suddenly went out like a light bulb without power. The decomposed feathers of light were like dead leaves that had lost their life, floating away and turning into tiny specks of light, disappearing into the air.

"What's going on with this attack..."

In an instant, the light spiritual outfit covering Origami's body, which looked like a wedding dress, disappeared.

Without the support of spiritual power and the protection of spiritual clothing, the girl's white body was exposed without any cover in the freezing cold air current of the ruins. Without spiritual power, humans naturally could not fly, and fell from the sky like a puppet with its strings cut.

Ye Zuochen's body flashed and he appeared beside the falling Origami. He stretched out his arms and easily embraced the powerless body.

Origami's eyes burned with deep hatred and humiliation. She suddenly opened her mouth and bit Ye Zuochen's hand that was holding her, but she couldn't even leave a white mark.

Ye Zuochen looked down at the girl in his arms who was trembling slightly with weakness and anger, and then glanced at the "wound" on his arm without any trace, as if he was looking at a kitten trying to bite someone.

"Come with me."

He raised his head and cast his gaze at Artemisia who was floating beside him. Holding the defenseless Tobiichi Origami, he turned into a streak of light and rushed towards the distant sky.

Artemisia didn't hesitate.

The eight soldier chess pieces instantly returned to their positions, forming a compact flying formation around her. The newly born elven power in her body surged under the drive of flying instinct. The Victorian-style mechanical skirt rustled in the high-speed flight. The silver-white over-the-knee boots stepped on the empty air, spreading out circles of faint spiritual ripples.

The huge vortex of dark clouds that was slowly spinning in the sky also dissipated.

……

In the [Qingqiong Locking Palace]

Looking down from the huge lapis lazuli window, a beam of light pierces through the dim light above and falls on the courtyard where various furniture are placed.

A figure fell down wrapped in an air flow.

Ye Zuochen stood still and let go.

The naked white figure fell to the carpeted floor with a dull thud.

Tobiichi Origami's body rolled uncontrollably several times before suddenly curling up.

Her fair skin was dazzling in the dim light of the temple, and light blue veins were faintly visible under the delicate texture. The girl's limbs were tense, like a frightened little animal that was forcibly suppressing its fear, and her muscles were silently gathering the strength to fight back.

The ice-blue eyes were fixed on Ye Zuochen, measuring every possibility of crossing the distance and killing the other party.

"Ms. Origami, this is really too much," Ye Zuochen said. "It was me who turned you into elves, endowed you with such powerful strength and eternal youth, and yet you draw your sword against me?"

A trace of disgust flashed across Origami's eyes: "I didn't ask you to turn me into a monster."

"It's just a matter of time." Ye Zuochen shrugged. "In the original timeline, you were destined to become an elf and obtain the spiritual crystal that symbolizes the First Essence."

"Didn't you catch the spirit crystal the moment you became an elf? You should have seen it clearly, right?"

"That wasn't my work. It was the anchor point set for you by the corrective force itself. It was something destined to be thrown at you."

"The original timeline?" Origami keenly grasped the key point.

Ye Zuochen explained: "The third spirit, Tokisaki Kurumi, is the spirit that controls time."

"She can go back to the past and change history, but the distorted past will eventually be ruthlessly pulled back on track by the world's powerful force of correction."

"No matter how hard the dead struggle, they will still return to dust. It's just a different time, a different script, and a less pleasing way of death."

"In fact, the first spacequake occurred in the center of the Eurasian continent, resulting in the deaths of 150 million people."

"She changed history, but she didn't save anyone."

"Three Years of War!" Origami's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Ye Zuochen sighed: "You are really smart."

Elves actually have five attributes: strength, endurance, spiritual power, agility, and intelligence. Among them, Origami Tobiichi's total value of the five attributes reaches 908, the highest among all elves. Among them, the intelligence is as high as 243, which is only lower than the 245 of Honjo Nia, who possesses the omniscience.

With just a few words, Tobiichi Origami deduced a lot of secrets.

At this moment, another figure landed lightly on the ground.

Artemisia's feet were in silver boots, and when she stood still, her toes were slightly together.

"Mr. Ye..."

"Call me 'Master'."

Ye Zuochen didn't even turn his head and said the two words clearly and crisply.

Artemisia was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

"Because you are my slave." Ye Zuochen turned his head, and with an innocent smile on his charmingly handsome face, he said, "All elves are my sex. This is the rule."

The elegant smile on Artemisia's lips froze. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept that."

"Okay then." Ye Zuochen readily agreed, "Change your name. I'll treat you as my personal maid."

Artemisia was visibly relieved, her brows relaxed: "This identity is acceptable."

"Very good," Ye Zuochen nodded with satisfaction and casually sat down on a chair. "Miss Maid, now, please step forward and serve me well."

Artemisia immediately refused: "This...with all due respect, I do not intend to submit to you."

Ye Zuochen said calmly, "I'm a simple person. My mind is pure and simple, and I have no other aspirations. So if you disobey me, I will destroy this parallel world. I believe you've just experienced firsthand whether I have that ability."

Artemisia's shoulders slumped slightly, and after a long moment, a sigh escaped her lips. "Alright, but please remember, my stance remains unchanged. I'm still a warrior who will prevent you from endangering the world. I will never yield to you!"

"I do too!"

Tobiichi Origami, who was curled up on the cold gold brick, raised her head.

"I'm willing to be your ○○ too!" Her voice was colder than ice, yet more scorching than boiling lava. "As long as you...as long as you let me go back in time! Save my parents!"

Ye Zuochen looked down at her condescendingly.

Have I gone too far?

If you think about it carefully, isn't this just torturing Origami?

But that doesn’t make sense. If Origami didn’t go back to the past, then who was the elf that killed her parents?

Ok……

Ye Zuochen thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, I do have an ulterior motive."

"But I still have to say that your obsession with returning to the past is ultimately futile."

"The corrective force of fate cannot be defied. It will, like the strongest rails, forcibly pull the derailed wheels back to their destined destination."

"Your parents are destined to leave at some point in time and in some form."

He took a breath and sincerely advised, "The only way is now! Bring them directly back from that moment in the past to the present."

"This is like stealing a piece of debris from the maw of time and space, stuffing it into a gap that it can't reach for the time being."

"It cheated time and exploited the limits of the rules... This is the limit of the correction force's tolerance."

Tobiichi Origami was not happy about this.

"Will that erase the fact that Princess killed my parents?"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

Wait, who did you say killed your parents?

"I want to go back to the past! If once doesn't work, then twice! If twice doesn't work, then three times! A hundred times! A thousand times! Ten thousand times!! I must save them!" Origami shouted angrily.

Ye Zuochen frowned and advised again: "No, Kuang San tried hundreds of times in the past, but failed to save her best friend who died a day ago. In the end, she followed my method... Let go of the hatred."

Origami was silent.

Only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the hall.

She just stared at Ye Zuochen.

A cold fire burned stubbornly in his eyes, colder, harder, and sharper than the lapis lazuli of the temple dome.

Origami insisted, "I will stop Princess. If it is really as you said and cannot be changed, I will do as you say."

"Okay." Ye Zuochen uttered two words.

She is really asking for trouble. I have also tried to persuade her.

133 The Savior Demon King and the Tyrannical Prince

"Woo..."

The slight groan was strangled by the blockage in the throat.

The moment the bullet hit her chest, Tobiichi Origami's body suddenly stiffened.

It was more like an invisible giant hand grasped the center of her soul, twisting violently along her spine, causing a dizzying feeling of loss of control and intense nausea to surge up, squeezing the last bit of air out of her lungs.

Consciousness is like a kite with a broken string, drifting away in the dark abyss.

After regaining control of her body, she was suddenly overwhelmed by an intense feeling of weightlessness.

The field of vision was violently shaken and reversed.

The wind was whistling in my ears, and I was falling headfirst from the high sky to the earth!

The hair rose wildly against gravity and hit the cheeks.

"call--"

Almost driven by instinct, the thought exploded like lightning deep in the brain, and the falling momentum suddenly stopped.

The body hovered in the air and slowly straightened.

The movements are as natural as breathing.

A subtle sense of difference passed through my mind.

This is very similar to manipulating the manifestation device (CR-Unit) to adjust the arbitrary field. When the thought is given, the space will be woven into an invisible field around her body, supporting her body.

Is the power of elves originally related to wizards?

Or was it the memory of countless bloody battles under the control of the CR-Unit over the past five years that provided the most intuitive bridge to mastering this unfamiliar elven power?

There is no way to distinguish origami, nor is there any need to distinguish it.

This fighting instinct that was ingrained in her bones was her only luck at the moment.

If she didn't have this instinct that treated "soaring in the sky" as breathing, she might not have been able to afford even a moment of hesitation and would have turned into a miserable flower of flesh and blood on the ground.

Of course, with the elf's body reconstructed by spiritual power, falling from a high altitude might not lead to death, but this momentary intuition is related to efficiency, timing, and the murderous heart tempered by five years!

The slight throbbing pain deep in her brain made Origami frown.

The ice-blue pupils were as sharp as a scanner, quickly scanning the world below.

Tiangong City, which was still night just now, is now bathed in the clear and bright evening light.

The sun hangs high in the west, stretching the shadows of countless tall buildings into long, deep shadows.

The afterglow of dusk paints the city with rich golden red and indigo purple.

The air is hot and the cacophony of summer cicadas can be faintly heard.

Looking down, the familiar city skeleton is vaguely discernible, and the main roads remain the same as yesterday.

The outlines of the buildings, the materials of the facades, the huge billboards hanging on the high-rise buildings... the colors, fonts, content, and even the density of the buildings are all incompatible with the city map in my memory.

"This is Tiangong City five years ago."

The next second, a strong electric current suddenly ran through my spine and exploded throughout my body.

Fine goose bumps instantly covered the skin outside the spiritual outfit.

The heart lost its controlled rhythm and rumbled in the chest like a violently beating war drum.

Hitting the ribs, hitting the throat.

A sour torrent blocked the back of his throat, and for a moment he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Isn't this just natural?

The day when all the colors, sounds, and warmth that have been imprinted in your life since you can remember are ruthlessly torn apart.