Original God, looking for the heart

The Queen's orders can be issued very quickly. In just three or two days, Mo Bei received the mission to be sent to Fontaine.

A country founded on the sea and advocating justice. It is said that there is also a god who loves opera and is particular about judging criminals in operas.

But Mo Bei didn't care about this. The Queen herself said that he was not the person responsible for taking away the Heart of God. In human terms, all he needs to accomplish is to become familiar with the position.

Therefore, it is relatively leisurely. He can search for his favorite foods.

“Finally I don’t have to chew ice cubes every day!”

Whenever he thought about the fact that he could only eat ice elements after arriving in the solstice, he once even wondered if his true body was covered in ice scum.

"Lord Deadpool, Her Majesty the Queen has sent a new mission?" Among the eleven executive officers, it is rare that a soldier does not have to kneel to speak to his master. Perhaps on a good day, they can eliminate this tedious step. But it's really rare for an executive like Mo Bei to barely use them.

"The information is very good. Just pack my belongings for Fontaine. Do you want to go together? Just treat it as a vacation."

The soldier was overjoyed. Thanks to his usual training, he suppressed his movements.

"Your Excellency is wise!"

So why didn’t everyone want to be the sixth subordinate? Who said that the sixth seat has a surly personality and is difficult to get along with.

"Those who dare to tarnish your reputation cannot be let go!" he thought.

——Xumi——

Zhu Yue sensed Mo Bei's movement: "That boy's soul has not been completely occupied."

"I still have a chance!"

"That's right. After all, that kid left something on you. Everything has its own cause and effect. I didn't expect that this move saved him." Zhulong raised his head, and in the pair of dragon horns above his head that were as red as blood. A small transparent light point was faintly generated, "If I can get the power of the God of Grass to create illusions, I can contact you through dreams. By then, you will know what the chances are of waking up that kid."

So, the Rangers got a rare opportunity to get out.

"Lord Little Lucky Grass King, can I lend you your ability?"

"Is it to save him? That child."

"Yes." The wanderer's eyes were obviously darker, "I will repay you for your help."

Nasida held her chin, and a green light flashed in her eyes: "Okay, I also hope that the star can return again."

Putting his hands on his heart, a ball of light similar to a sepak takraw ball slowly fell in front of him: "Here is the energy required to maintain an illusion. But the control of the illusion lasts a long time. The more subtle the arrangement, the lower the probability of the opponent waking up. Remember , Don’t have things that irritate each other in the fantasy world.”

Zhu Yue transformed into a human form with the help of a magic weapon: "Of course I know. In return, I am willing to give you a trace of the true dragon's breath."

A dragon-breath that looked like a baby dragon flapped its small wings and flew into Nasida's arms, rubbing her face affectionately.

"Is this your childhood form?"

Zhu Yue said displeased: "Buyer, I am not such a stupid creature."

……

As a resolute dragon, Zhu Yue doesn't want to stay too long. He tore open the transmission channel and left with his tail wrapped around the wanderer.

——Xumi, and the home of the homeless——

Waiting for night to come.

Zhu Yue speculates that chaos has taken over Mo Bei's body, and humans must rest no matter what.

Two small cabbage-like creatures were lying on the windowsill. "The King of Grass said that he would help Nala." "Lannaro wants to give Nala a sweet dream, a very beautiful dream."

As he spoke, Zhulong merged the energy of the two, and a butterfly with a red back and green wings flew out.

Its movements are so gentle, like moonlight falling on the wanderer's shoulders.

……

--field--

In the luxurious carriage, Mo Bei gently opened the curtains. His half-lidded eyes were leisurely, and the young man's sleepy look even gave him a hint of drunkenness.

The butterfly flew down, stayed on Mo Bei's sleeve, and then fluttered its wings to his shoulder.

Unconsciously, the young man also closed his eyes.

——Xumi, Teaching Order——

It was the sound that the wanderer had been waiting for.

"A Liu, what are you doing? If you don't leave, you'll be late for class." Mo Bei, wearing the student uniform of the Teaching Order, looked at him with some worry, "It's not good to be written down by the instructor, A Liu, come on Only then did I promise that I would never be late again."

With a lump in his throat, the wanderer immediately calmed down. He needs to pretend everything is more natural: "I know, let's go."

The two walked side by side.

How much the wanderer wished that time could freeze, even if he just walked with him.

And the illusion seemed to really respond to his wish. He walked this journey for a long, long time.

Mo Bei stopped. He was a little puzzled: "Aren't you going to your own classroom?" The words "Alchemy Laboratory" were clearly written on the door of the classroom.

"I want to stay with you for a while." This is what the wanderer thinks.

Although he didn't say it out loud, Mo Bei accurately guessed the other person's thoughts based on his experience of living with Wandering for so long.

In a big hug, the wanderer subconsciously put his hand on the other person's back and smoothed the other person's hair with the other hand - this was Mo Bei's favorite posture.

"I won't abandon you." Mo Bei touched the Wanderer's heart, and the beating of his heart could be faintly heard in his palm, "When I'm not around, it will protect you."

"Yeah. This is my best gift."

……

The surrounding scene gradually collapsed, shattered and then dissipated.

Mo Bei, who was hugged by the homeless man, whispered: "So, it's here."

Tentacles emerged from the void under their feet, seeming to trap them.

Mo Bei hugged the wanderer tightly and grabbed the other person's heart of God with one hand: "He is really a very important person. Now, the last fragment has been found."

The wanderer stared at Mo Bei's face, who smiled like he had never seen before.

Rampant laughter and chaotic murmurs echoed in the void.

"Found it..." "Found it." "Found it!"

"I found you!"

……

Cangmiao's dragon roar shattered the void, and the red light cut off all the tentacles. Mo Bei seemed to feel pain and retracted his hands.

"Zhu Yue, you actually dare to send him to me. So what if you can rescue him this time!"

He was laughing like crazy.

"This body, this body belongs to me after all!"

Mo Bei bent down and seemed to curl up. The tentacles of new life gradually wrapped around him.

True consciousness wrests control before being completely overwhelmed.

"That heart, it will protect you!"

"Shut up, the only one you can trust is me!" "It is your greatest honor to be chosen by me!"

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"Your mission is accomplished." Zhu Yue announced coldly.

But the wanderer seemed unwilling to leave. He had just seen the real Mo Bei, and he wanted to take him back!

"Stubborn!" Zhulong seemed to be angry, and the red formation suppressed the wanderer. "I don't like stupid people in my life. Remember, if it hadn't been for that kid's request, I would have killed you right now!"

Taking advantage of the gap where Chaos itself was still struggling, Zhu Yue forcibly took the wanderer out of the illusion.

--Reality--

The wanderer opened his eyes. The pain that was suppressed just now is still clear.

Zhu said: "...It's unbelievable that he can actually wake up for a short time."

Liu: "If he can stay awake for such a long time, Mo Bei will definitely come back!"

Zhu Yue disagreed: "I think Chaos deliberately let him wake up. The secrets in you will no longer be hidden."

--field--

Mo Bei opened his eyes.

"Zhu Yue, you have so many tricks up your sleeve. Tell me, what would your expression be like if... I used this body to forcibly contract you?"

The butterfly was already wrapped in black mist, and it flapped its wings instinctively.

But Mo Bei just ordered the mist to send the butterfly. Then, the butterfly turned into a ball of light and was swallowed.

He seemed to have gotten a delicious meal: "Ah, that's why I said, your power is the most delicious~"

……