After leaving the world of all NPCs

Heita breathed a sigh of satisfaction, hooked his slender fingers on the edge of the black pantyhose, and lifted it up neatly.

The silky fabric covered the fair skin obediently.

At the same time, a mirror silently emerged from the air beside her and reflected her whole body.

In an instant, all possible wet marks, tiny dust particles and even the ambiguous scent lingering in the air disappeared without a trace.

The magical girl's outfit instantly returned to its impeccable neatness.

Ruan Mei sat at a round table not far away, her green eyes gazing at the newly renovated black tower. Her voice was like fine silk sliding across ice, devoid of any emotion: "How do you feel?"

When Heita heard the question, he almost blurted out: "Oh! Mei! Your child's father is really great!"

Ruan Mei's fingers holding the pastry paused in the air for 0.1 second, and then she continued to slowly put the pastry into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

This brief silence seemed to cool down Black Tower's overheated brain for a moment.

"Sorry, my mind seems to be a little confused. This is all caused by what he injected into my body."

"I understand." Ruan Mei swallowed the last bite of cake and gently wiped the corner of her lips with a plain white handkerchief. "Since you are satisfied, we should get back to business."

Ye Zuochen, who had been lazily leaning against a lush flower tree nearby, stretched out his body upon hearing this, his bones making a slight crackling sound.

"My most important task here is to prove my truth and rescue my brother."

Proving the truth means unlocking the fourth level of genetic lock.

After the previous battle, he had already thought of the way to open it, which was to seal himself and isolate himself from the outside world.

However, judging from the fact that billions of causes and effects suddenly befell him at the end, the process of attaining enlightenment probably would not be smooth.

And then there’s the timing.

If the timing is wrong, you will be hit by the multiverse.

Ye Zuochen already had an idea, and the biggest question now was "which one".

Apart from that, we can go to his hometown on his "ID card" in this multiverse and get Tony back. Vulkan doesn't seem to be dead, so we might meet him again.

As he spoke, Belfast, who had been standing beside him, immediately stepped forward.

Sheffield held a snow-white silk lingerie, Sirius held a pair of wrinkle-free trousers, and the other maids gathered around quickly and gently, holding warm wipes and basins.

The warm, moist soft towel carefully wiped away the remaining sweat stains on Ye Zuochen's body, his movements gentle but efficient.

Belfast personally put on the silky undershirt for him and adjusted the collar.

Dido gave him a deep cleansing…

The whole process was smooth and silent.

The black tower hovered in mid-air, arms folded, watching the scene with great interest. He then commented sharply, "You really are obsessed with this kind of thing."

Ye Zuochen enjoyed the maids' meticulous care, his eyes sweeping meaningfully over Heita's black silk legs that had just been cleaned.

"Oh? Lifting your skirt to talk is tough?"

"Hmph!" Heita raised his chin even higher. "A genius like me with a sound personality, perfect cognition, and unrivaled wisdom, where else in this vast universe can you find another one like me, except for my reflection in the mirror?"

"Being able to spend a wonderful night with a cosmic treasure like me and experience the sublimation of life beyond the ordinary is the only honor worth remembering in your long life!"

"Understand?"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

What genius or not.

In the end, not everything belongs to you.

Belfast was just about to put on the last pair of trousers for him when Ye Zuochen gently pressed the head maid's wrist.

"Befa, put on your pants later."

Belfast chuckled and bowed slightly: "Yes, Commander."

The black tower suspended in mid-air was stunned, a trace of vigilance and confusion flashed in its purple eyes: "You...what are you going to do?"

Some time passed.

This time, the black tower did not float up again.

She lay on her side on the marble floor, her skirt spread out a little messily, her legs wrapped in black stockings slightly curled up, and her petite body seemed to be trembling slightly uncontrollably.

The purple eyes that always sparkled with wisdom and arrogance were now looking at the vines and branches hanging above his head in a somewhat unfocused manner. His rosy lips were slightly open, he was breathing rapidly, and his chest was heaving.

Ye Zuochen sat down casually between her soft waist and abdomen with a calm demeanor, as if she were just a comfortable cushion.

He raised his hand and easily took off the black tower's magic hat.

Her fluffy brown hair suddenly fell down and brushed against her blushing cheeks.

Ye Zuochen put the magic hat with the Black Tower's body temperature on his head a little crookedly.

He looked as proud as a general who had just won a battle.

At the round table, Ruan Mei's mouth was still stained with a tiny crumb of pastry powder. "My dear, I have paid the agreed price. Now, it is time for you to follow my instructions, fulfill the contract, and do my job."

Heita, who was originally gasping for breath in a daze, suddenly raised his upper body when he heard the word "price", and his messy brown hair swept across Ye Zuochen's arm.

"Although I thought about it from the beginning, but the price is really me."

The tone was not one of anger, but more of confirmation.

Ye Zuochen looked down at the genius in his arms who had regained consciousness instantly, as if teasing a furry cat: "So you know that you are the price to pay, and you are throwing a tantrum here?"

"That's right!" Black Tower replied confidently and stubbornly, "I'm just throwing a tantrum! It's illogical? It's against reason? So what? A genius's temper is also a valuable observational specimen! Do you have any objections?"

Ye Zuochen looked at the purple eyes that were sparkling with willful light, suddenly laughed softly, and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Black Tower."

"Add a 'big' in front!"

Heita corrected immediately.

Ye Zuochen said three words without pause: "I love you."

"------!"

Heita froze.

The purple pupils dilated instantly, filled with astonishment and confusion.

Her fair cheeks quickly turned a bright crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading all the way to her small earlobes.

She opened her mouth and a short, meaningless sound came out of her throat, as if her underlying code was completely disrupted by this completely illogical declaration.

After two or three seconds, she finally found her voice: "You... suddenly said something like that, do you think I would be happy?"

Ye Zuochen simply hugged her soft body tighter, resting his chin on the top of her fragrant hair.

"I love you."

"No! Don't say things like that while pressing on someone's belly!"

Heita was completely furious, twisting and struggling in vain in his arms.

Damn it.

It was clearly just an extremely ordinary statement, one that happened a hundred million times every moment in every corner of the universe, but when it fell into his ears, it was as sweet as honey.

It is the golden threads in the body that are interfering with my will. I will get rid of them when I get out.

No, no.

This man is stingy and overbearing. If I really eliminate my mental anchor, this person will definitely block me out, and I'm afraid I'll never see him again.

I'm so angry, it's all your fault!

Thinking of this, Heita was so angry that his teeth itched and he bit his shoulder hard.

Ye Zuochen smiled softly and repeated like a secret whisper: "I love you."

Heita seemed to be struck by an electric current, and both his mind and body were out of control.

Ye Zuochen felt a sudden warmth somewhere.

"are you……"

"Shut up!" Heita suddenly raised his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes fierce, and he ordered in a shameful and angry tone, "Go on! I like it! I'm happy to hear it! Keep talking!"

Ye Zuochen: “…”

At the round table, Ruan Mei picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Seeing the sparks between them about to ignite, and Ye Zuochen's expression that was clearly unsatisfied, she reminded him again, "Dear, you should get down to business."

Ye Zuochen was interrupted and looked at Ruan Mei with some boredom.

His eyes swept across the corners of her mouth stained with pastry crumbs, her indifferent expression as if she was always out of the loop, and then looked at the black tower in his arms, who was stubborn and willful but had a face as red as a tomato.

"The black tower is cuter after all."

He pinched Heita's puffed-up cheeks, ignoring her annoyed glare. "Even though she's extremely narcissistic and willful, and noisy as hell, at least she's more like a 'human being'."

"As for you... you don't seem to have any 'humanity' at all."

He turned to look at Ruan Mei.

Ruan Mei put down her teacup and met Ye Zuochen's gaze. "If the answer from this experiment is really as I deduced, and it's the result I least want to see, I will ask my dear to inject some humanity into me."

Ye Zuochen frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. "I have a feeling... you're hinting at something serious. Never mind."

He stopped struggling and stood up from Heita's soft body nimbly.

Heita immediately curled up like a cat whose territory had been invaded, hugging his knees, staring at him with only a pair of purple eyes that were still watery and filled with shame and anger.

Belfast, who had been standing by, immediately came forward with a group of maids and helped him put clothes on.

However, they obviously had some thoughts of their own and changed him into the uniform of a royal commander.

The base is deep red, embellished with golden ribbons and intricate and gorgeous golden knots and tassels. The epaulettes are thick and the tailoring is full of classical majesty.

"Well, let's go out and continue this game between the gods and the godslayers that will last until the end of the world."

crunch--

Ye Zuochen walked out of the [NPC World] and stepped on the moist and soft soil of his private garden. He looked at the carefully cultivated flowers and trees in front of him, but they seemed distant and indifferent as if separated by a thin mist.

In another similar garden, Ruan Mei and Heita were sitting with a lot of things spread out around them.

Black Tower has prepared all kinds of mirrors.

Ruan Mei was holding a cell phone, seemingly observing something.

"It's really unexpected. The physical laws are completely different from those of our universe, especially the lack of imaginary energy. It really is another universe." Black Tower exclaimed in admiration, and put aside all the unnecessary emotions that had just arisen in his mind, especially the idea that there were people as interesting as himself, and all these unpleasant things.

Heita felt he had made a profit.

Compared to the small price, which wasn't really a price, I was actually quite happy.

It's much more interesting than the one caused by the Masked Fool.

Ruan Mei said, "My dear, you can either show us your power or take us to see the gods of this world. Which one do you want to choose first?"

Ye Zuochen said calmly, "At the same time."

He closed his eyes slightly, and a grand decision that was difficult for mortals to see was brewing silently in his eyes.

"—Golden threads drooped from the dome, and three golden faces faced the earth. The horse with the silver saddle stood still like a shadow ready to strike—"

The grand spiritual words echoed, and when he opened his eyes again, overlapping square lines suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, the void was torn and deformed by invisible forces, and the huge garden was instantly covered and divided by two huge, nested geometric squares.

Green leaves, flowers, flowing water, all tangible objects were distorted by the geometric edges of the square. In his eyes, the longitude and latitude of the world turned into a canvas that could be cut.

The next moment, everything in sight disappeared. Ye Zuochen's body was like a drop of ink thrown into a furnace, disappearing silently. Only a few petals torn off by the strong wind were left in its place, swirling and drifting into the dust.

When his vision returned to focus, he saw the hard, cold white stone ground beneath his feet.

The fragrant and moist scent of the garden was gone, replaced by the dry and dusty air at the edge of the desert, mixed with the smell of the ashes of some ancient burning spices.

He was in a magnificent white courtyard.

The small fountain in the center is carved from pure marble. The water flows gently, licking the dense green bushes below that seem to be full of water vapor, and colorful flowers dotted in between.

However, looking beyond this carefully arranged oasis, there is only endless stretches of dry yellow sand dunes at the end of the field of vision. The dry wind blows by, stirring up tiny vortexes of sand and dust.