A certain Hogwarts esoteric leader

Yunieff felt that something ethereal yet extremely real was condensing and shaping in the palms of his clasped hands.

This feeling is very contradictory, because both the result to be condensed and the material used to condense it are incorporeal things; but it is this incorporeal thing that contains determination and hardness like marble.

Even sharp.

Invincible.

And when he really felt that the thing was completely completed, he opened his palm and saw a pale white key like mutton-fat jade, lying quietly among the intricate lines on his palm, looking so pure.

The sense of blending reality and reality lingered, and he could feel that the key was actually weightless, but on the other hand, it seemed like a stone that could sink to the surface of the sea and to the bottom of the sea.

This sense of contradiction made him particularly uncomfortable. The mind and body received completely opposite messages. If it lasted for a long time, it might not be able to tear people from a single thing into a duality of matter and spirit.

Is this the key to the forest?

Where can it take me?

Yunieffo looked intently, and a piece of information came into view:

"The key to the forest (original): light and darkness, life and death, the body is like an ant, the trees are like roads, all kinds of branches, all kinds of depths, all kinds of choices."

"Number of people allowed to enter: 1"

"Key existence time: 30 minutes."

"Historical copy time ratio: 1 minute: 1 year."

As expected, one hundred thousand confidences condensed into the most elementary key, which only allowed him to pass alone.

But, what is the existence time of this key -?

However, this is only the most obvious thing. Once the forest key condenses, it begins to dissipate again, as if it is being erased and consumed by something, and its texture is stubbornly resisting this wear and tear.

But there is no doubt that after 10 minutes, this key will be exhausted.

And Yunieff intuitively realized that the time he could stay in the so-called historical copy was probably related to the time spent by this key.

1 point: 1 year?

I'm afraid it means that 1 minute of the key's existence is equivalent to one year in the historical copy. Thirty minutes is 30 years. This huge time ratio...

In other words, every second wasted now is equivalent to shortening the time to enter the historical copy by six days.

Tsk - how terrifying!

What kind of magic spell can't be learned after such a long time!

Could it be that the proportion of time that Gabrielle experienced in the world was also so large?

There is no way of knowing, Yunivo thought, the question now is whether to use this key or not.

You know, this key only exists for three to ten minutes, which doesn't leave him much time to think.

If it were normal times, he would never allow himself to waste this key. Although it was a pity, he was indeed not fully prepared.

Moreover, it does not take a long time to accumulate a basic key. It used to take ten days, but now it only takes five days. It can be said to be quite cheap.

however--

He took out the black bookmark again, with the golden word "time" still shining on it.

Before the word "time" is the word "capital", which probably means that time is capital.

With such an urging, it is impossible to say that something is going to happen in the near future, or that the following trust has its necessary use and cannot be wasted.

Otherwise, why would "he" in the future come back to remind us?

Moreover, 10 minutes is just enough for a bath.

Just believe it once.

Yunieff thought that in the absence of information, if you want to take action, you can only trust others.

What's more, this "other" is very likely to be himself.

However, before using the Forest Key, he carefully checked the information about the key and historical copies in the system and confirmed one thing.

That is, this key will also accompany him into the historical copy. As long as he holds it, he can return to reality at any time.

In this way, there is nothing to hesitate.

He held the key, his fingerprints rubbed on the surface of the extremely empty but extremely solid key, and then he turned it gently as if opening the lock on the box.

Just as a "click" flashed through his consciousness, the reality in front of him became distorted like ooze. The spirit and body melted like heated candy and turned into something liquid. With a snap, he was sucked in. Get under the surface of reality that has been twisted open by the key to the forest.

Moreover, this is by no means an imagination or hallucination, but something that actually happened.

After a while, the blue and white walls of the shower room completely disappeared from sight, replaced by a gloomy darkness. In that darkness, there were passages that were constantly expanding and contracting like blood vessels. He followed that passage. Unable to slide down on its own.

Even in the amorphous liquid state, he could still feel the huge squeeze of the channel, the mind-blowing density, like a black hole that wanted to swallow up and twist everything.

What the hell is this?

The world is actually like this?

But he immediately learned from the residual information floating around him that he was far from reaching the inside of the world, and what he was passing through now was just the deep sea of ​​flesh and blood between the surface of the world and the inside of the world.

It has neither reached the "heart" nor the "brain".

Heart?

brain?

Yunieff fell into deeper confusion because of these two words. Is there still distraction and brain in the world?

Gabrielle never mentioned this at all.

Is this something she's hiding?

Not necessarily, it might be that she didn't feel the need to mention it.

After all, she didn't know that Yunieff had the means to travel back into the world.

However, in the current situation, is this inertia taking him to his "heart" or to his "brain"?

But the result is that neither of these are actually achieved. As his momentum decreases, he is transported out of the "blood vessels" as if he is being treated as nutrients.

Then, together with other messy information, it is transported to a certain part and absorbed by it.

Then, under the protection of the key, he entered another layer of reality.

……

Opening his eyes with considerable difficulty, Yunivore saw a dim, dim, flat sky with low clouds.

And above the depressing curtain, desolate snowflakes were falling.

The hexagonal crystal fell to his cheek and immediately turned into cold snow water, seeping into his skin and taking away precious heat.

He felt the fire of life in his body wavering.

He had to find a place to hide from the snow, he thought, but then he realized that he couldn't move at all.

His body was being tightly wrapped layer by layer with something like cotton, locking in body temperature and also locking his hands and feet.

And his strength was quite small, and he couldn't open this restraint at all.

In addition, the skin feedback from the cotton feels quite childish.

This familiar state of things...

Yunieff couldn't help but feel suffocated...