04/History of the Illusion Crystal

Light footsteps could be heard in the deserted area. The man in the long robe was moving forward with his gloomy dark green eyes under his loose long hair. The black which style outfit was a pale fabric embroidered with gold embroidery. It was a little worn from constant wearing. Moreover, it is worn with the chest slightly exposed as it is not a bit tight for her body. Clearly punk fashion. He wasn't much different, anyway, with his messy and sloppy appearance.

If you look carefully, those golden strands have a certain rune-inlaid magic. In fact, even the pale color could not be covered, even if the fabric straightened enough to repair itself.

This outfit on him is the outfit that his master wore when he died. His obsession has reached such a stage that he will not be able to sleep at night unless he carries a piece of it.

Although he clearly knows that this is not true.

In fact, it has been off track for a long time.

When he has the greatest sin. The first moments when he strays from the road. He had already embarked on a path of no return. The last regret is useless, and he is not willing to regret it either.

To have indescribable thoughts and heart against his master.

He didn't even know when he had taken this road.

He didn't stop slowly. The thatched hut was becoming more and more gloomy. Since he left. This simple, humble yet peaceful place has just become a depressing and muffled place.

When the door opened, it was face to face with a pile of liquor bottles, shattered furniture, and a dilapidated place inside.

A few moments ago it was rotting here. Finally, this filth was revealed when the door opened and the sun came into the moldy room. He vaguely remembered that day. His back was soaked, as if he had just woken up from an endless nightmare.

***

That day, the incident that happened every morning at that time was again lying in a mess and filthy among the bottles.

But this time it's a little different.

The door boated hard. It was a short-haired, soft-blooded girl who walked in. He was short. However, the feeling it gives is not to be underestimated. He stared silently at the person lying dead on the ground with his immature face.

Amanda:...

He doesn't remember writing such a character!!

He gripped his forehead nervously. He rubbed the crystal on his fingertip. The current Gui Jian is really miserable. His master was killed. He became severely depressed. Fueled by revenge and greed. After completing his revenge, there was nothing left for him to do. He can only come to this thatched cottage where he lives with his master, and reminisce about the old days in order to live in the past. Drink, drink, drink. He drank like this and successfully chose to numb himself and waited for death to come to him.

It was best not to think, as he was tired of thinking about the meaning of life every night!

Amanda rolled her eyes.

She wrote two fictions in her time. The foundation of Amoli and thousands of years later. It is the previous life of the Founding Master. Heijin, the black magician. Founding Archmage Emperor.

Somehow he and he met in the world of modern times. Then he was drawn here by her as revenge. To sum it up, he and Heijin are close acquaintances.

However, in his previous life, Gui Jian never appeared. Because this is clearly the person of this world.

After a long reign, Heijin died like any mortal. Even though Amanda was a little bit sad... her eyes were as swollen as a pig's butt from crying a bit. Anyway. When he too died somehow, he surprisingly found himself at the time of his second fiction... but when he arrived it was too late. His close friend had died again.

Amanda "..."

And as the author of this, she is responsible for everything. Not only that, Heijin was a close friend of hers. That's why she left for a long journey. To find something.

The only relic he had left was this crystal. All that's left of Heijin. Although this illusion crystal is used as a simple toy in his hand to record memories. It carries a bit of his soul.

This could guide him to find the answer to the truth and find a way for himself.

But it could also cause torment.

He closed his eyes.

The character he wrote is known, first of all, for his eccentric personality that manages to be cruel even to himself. No doubt about it, he was smart enough to understand everything. Therefore, he invited her to participate in the simulation of Heijin's previous life...

The ice-blue crystal shimmered in the cold light. As he rested it on his forehead, the unconsciously curled person slowly opened his eyes. However, his consciousness was suddenly swallowed by the crystal.

Amanda sighed.

That over-vigilant person can now get to this point without even caring about death.

I did everything I could. The rest is in your hands. Good luck.

Amanda drew back wearily. She stood idly by in silence for a while before leaving. His heavy sigh became the only noise heard in the room.

"I don't know where this will end..."

-To be continued-