The strongest magician on earth [holographic]

"Jingle Bell--"

As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, crowds of students poured out of the gate of a certain middle school, passing by vendors with the aroma of sweet potatoes, and walking towards their homes.

"See you tomorrow!"

"Hey, remember to copy my homework tonight!"

"I know, I know."

In a quiet alley near the school gate, there were a few sudden sounds like glass shattering.

A void crack appeared in the alley, and then a slender hand grabbed the edge of the crack, and a little boy came out of it.

It is the God of truth.

here is……

The God of Truth frowned slightly.

Earth?

No, it seems different.

Although it looks similar to the earth in the original space, there are many subtle differences. For example, there are no billboards about eternity that can be seen everywhere on the streets and alleys of the previous earth.

Is it another space?

The God of Truth lowered his eyes, seemingly disappointed.

Is it just the illusory world he has been trying to escape and the truth he wants to find?

In the next second, his brows furrowed deeply, revealing a painful expression.

He could feel that the consciousness of this world seemed to have discovered his existence and was devouring his power.

The godheads from the two original gods are not a product of this world, and are not recognized by the rules here, so they can play a limited role.

His strength is fading away.

The God of Truth hesitated for a moment, then raised his footsteps and chose to walk out of this quiet alley.

Now that he's here, he's not reconciled if he doesn't find the answer he wants.

"Hey, that brat over there!"

Not two steps out, the God of Truth heard the voices of several teenagers in front of him.

He looked up, and saw a few boys wearing high school uniforms, their coats were open, their bangs were much longer than other students, and they were wearing ripped pants that didn't match the school uniforms, looking sloppy .

The leader of the delinquent boys looked up and down the eyes of the God of Truth: "Are you a student nearby?"

He leaned over maliciously: "Primary school student? You should have some pocket money. Brothers want to go to the Internet cafe to play games for a while, can you sponsor me?"

The God of Truth did not speak, and his eyes fell on them, as if he was thinking about something.

Just ordinary humans.

In terms of physical fitness, it is even worse than the five-year-old children who practiced since childhood in the Valxiu Continent.

"Boss, look at his ears..."

A boy quietly walked to the head of the bad boy and whispered.

The appearance of the God of Truth is still the appearance of Xingjian, with dark skin, pointed ears belonging to the elves, and clothes that are incompatible with modern society, which is strange no matter how you look at it.

"He looks so strange, don't you have some kind of illness?"

"Is it contagious? It's disgusting."

"Look at his sickly appearance. If something happens, we won't blame him, right?"

"Hand over the money if you have money, don't let us do it."

The leading boy said impatiently.

The surrounding teenagers also surrounded him, and surrounded the God of Truth in the alley.

The God of Truth was expressionless, and his eyes were so calm that it didn't match his appearance. He glanced at the group of human little boys, and sighed insignificantly.

……

Five minutes later, a boy came out of the alley. He was wearing an ill-fitting school uniform that hung loosely on his body. The cap of the school uniform was pulled up to cover his conspicuous ears.

He can clearly feel that whether it is the godhead of the original god,

Or his own godhead of truth, which is constantly being rejected by the world consciousness here.

Before long, he will become an ordinary person.

There wasn't much time, and he didn't want to waste it.

The God of Truth closed his eyes, and the Godhead of Truth quickly invaded the world consciousness like a virus program, quickly searching through countless world lines.

He is looking for someone.

After a long time, the God of Truth slowly opened his eyes, and the strangeness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

found it.

……

"Ding-dong-"

Doorbell rang.

"coming!"

A girl's voice came from inside the door. After a while, the door was opened. Inside was a girl in an apron who looked only in her twenties. Her hands were stained with water, as if she had washed them hastily.

"you are?"

The girl lowered her head, saw a little boy in a loose school uniform standing in front of her, and asked suspiciously.

Before the God of Truth could speak, the girl suddenly realized: "Oh, you are Ali's classmate, right? Come in."

Ali?

The God of Truth froze for a moment, saw the girl in front of him greet him enthusiastically, and walked in.

"Hey... you have to take off your shoes..."

The girl's hand holding the slippers stopped in the air awkwardly, touched her nose, and then put the slippers back: "It's okay, anyway, I have to clean up later."

The little boy in front of him spoke very little, he entered the room without saying a word, sat on the sofa and looked around.

Although he looked very young, he had an inexplicably strange aura, which made the girl feel as if she was facing an elder, and she didn't know how to start the scene for a while.

The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

"Do you eat fruit?"

Girls took the lead in breaking the embarrassment.

The God of Truth shook his head.

"Ali hasn't had a classmate come to see her for a long time."

The girl said again, "You have a good relationship with her, right? I'm going to the hospital to see her later, do you want to go together?"

Judging from her tone, it seems that she regards herself as a classmate of "Ali".

Hospital?are you sick?

The God of Truth remained calm on the surface, thinking to himself, and then nodded.

"You look a little familiar, I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before..."

The girl scratched her head and said.

It's not that she's getting close, she really thinks the little boy in front of her looks familiar.

"Ah yes!"

The girl looked at the boy in front of her as if she suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed, "You seem like a character in a novel I wrote!"

After she finished speaking, she paused again, a little embarrassed.

Saying this in front of others, even a primary school student, is a bit too impolite.

The God of Truth smiled and said softly: "Really? Can I take a look?"

"Um, I wrote it when I was free."

The girl was a little embarrassed: "It's just for fun, just don't make jokes."

After saying that, she got up and went to the room. When she came back, she had a book that was not too thick.

Seemingly aware of the boy's surprised gaze, the girl said, "I printed it myself. I wrote it when I was still in school a few years ago, just as a commemoration. It shouldn't be considered an illegal publication, hahahaha..."

The God of Truth did not speak, took the book in her hand, and flipped through it.

This is a novel called "Earth's Strongest Magician". It tells the story of a young magician who travels from the Valxiu continent to the earth, and returns to the mainland through a game by coincidence.

Looking at the original world from a third-person perspective is quite a wonderful experience.

The God of Truth turned to the end.

In this book, the final ending of the story is the same as the original track. In the end, the mainland fell, and Anke fled to the earth with his people, and the evil god did not die in the end.

"How about it?"

The girl looked at the God of Truth nervously, as if she wanted to hear his impressions after reading: "Although it was posted on the Internet before, you are still the first reader to read this book in real life."

But can such a young child understand novels...

"An Ke and the evil god are one person, right?"

The God of Truth closed the book and said.

"Hey, how do you know?! I didn't write it out!"

The girl was surprised and said: "It was true that I thought so at the beginning... But after writing it, I felt that the truth was too painful for Landis, so I changed it temporarily..."

"Shirley, she..."

In this book, Shirley doesn't die in the end.

As the right arm of the evil god, she also stayed on the mainland at the end of the story. As for whether Shirley was resurrected or not, she did not mention it.

"Ah, you found out?"

The girl raised her index finger and made a "shh" gesture: "It's Zhang Xueli. When I wrote about this person, I thought of Zhang Xueli's appearance."

God of Truth: "..."

It's a big revenge to write her as a villain in the book.

"At the time of writing, Zhang Xueli was not sick, she had a bad personality, and she broke my figure every three days." The girl felt guilty, "I wrote her as a bad person in a fit of anger, she didn't know about it, so don't let it slip oh……"

The God of Truth nodded silently.

"But it's really fate."

The girl looked him up and down: "I originally wanted Shirley and Xingjian to be together in the end, but in the end I didn't find a chance to write it out. I didn't expect that there is really someone who looks so similar to Xingjian in reality, it's Xueli. Li's classmate, you are exactly the same as the star I thought in my heart! What a coincidence."

The God of Truth forced a smile, not knowing how to respond.

"My soup is ready, let's go!"

The girl glanced in the direction of the kitchen and stood up: "Let's go and see Ali."

……

"sister!"

The girl on the hospital bed sat up and called out to the door.

"How's your body today?"

The girl put the soup on the table and asked.

"That's it."

Zhang Xueli said nonchalantly, her curious eyes fell on the boy behind her: "Who is this?"

"Ah? Isn't it your classmate?"

The girl was also taken aback.

"...I'm in the class next door."

The god of truth made a lame excuse.

"It's ok Zhang Xueli, she's so charming that she won't let go of even the boys in the next class."

The girl blinked at Zhang Xueli and teased.

"...What, nonsense!"

Zhang Xueli retorted loudly, two blushes appeared on her face at some point.

She secretly looked at the boy in front of her from the corner of her eye.

For some reason, even though she had never met him before, she always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It seems that they should know each other.

But... I have never seen him before.

"Then I'll go out first, you guys talk."

The girl was keenly aware of the pink bubbles emerging from Zhang Xueli's body, she exited the stage wisely, and winked at Zhang Xueli before leaving.

"What, you are inexplicable!"

Zhang Xueli glared at her.

After the girls, there were only two children left in the ward.

The atmosphere became tense again.

"Um... have you eaten yet?"

Zhang Xueli said cautiously.

"Not hungry."

The God of truth cherishes words like gold.

"Are you from the class next door? I've never seen you before, did you just transfer here?"

"How did you meet my sister?"

"How old are you? Local?"

"You are so dark, are you a mixed race?"

God of Truth: "..."

Now he has completely distinguished the Zhang Xueli in front of him from the Xueli in his memory.

The personalities of the two are completely different.

The little girl was quite familiar, and the ward was filled with her chattering voice for a while.

"What's wrong with you?"

The God of Truth suddenly asked.

When mentioning her illness, Zhang Xueli put away her excited expression and said sullenly, "...heart disease. If it can't be cured, I will die soon."

"Will it be cured?"

"I looked it up online."

Zhang Xueli's immature face showed some melancholy that didn't fit her age: "Although my sister told me not to worry, she will definitely be cured, but I know that she is just comforting me."

"..."

"It doesn't matter. People are going to die anyway. I heard that medical treatment costs a lot of money. My sister has to work several jobs every day. I don't want her to be so tired."

The little girl looked very sad: "My sister used to say that her dream was to be a writer. After I got sick, she never said that again."

"..."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"what?"

"Let's sneak to the playground!"

Zhang Xueli winked at him and said slyly, "I haven't been there for a long time."

"..."

Just like that, Zhang Xueli sneaked out of the ward holding the hand of the God of Truth like a little girl who seduces a good student to skip class.

Although the boy seldom talks, Zhang Xueli obviously just wants to find a playmate who can accompany her to rebel.

Although the God of Truth seldom spoke along the way, Zhang Xueli couldn't stop chatting non-stop, and the atmosphere wasn't too awkward.

They played a lot of projects in the nearby amusement park.

Up and down on the carousel, the girl's cheerful laughter filled every inch of space.

On the bumper car, Zhang Xueli drove her little red car, and bumped into the God of Truth's car with a "bang".

Zhang Xueli: "Stop pouting! Be happy!"

The God of Truth "..."

He stepped on the gas pedal expressionlessly, and almost knocked Zhang Xueli's car sideways with a "boom".

Zhang Xueli: "Ahhhhh——"

On the roller coaster, Zhang Xueli posed like a big sister, and patted the God of Truth on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, if you are afraid for a while, close your eyes, I will cover you!"

The roller coaster started bang bang bang.

Zhang Xueli: "Help!!"

After getting off the car, Zhang Xueli pretended to be calm: "Look, it's not scary at all, is it? Ugh..."

She lowered her head and vomited on the feet of the God of Truth.

God of Truth: "..."

He began to wonder why he came here.

Finally, as night fell, they sat on the Ferris wheel.

Looking down from this angle, you can have a panoramic view of the neon lights of the whole city.

"I heard that when the Ferris wheel rises to the highest point, you can make a wish, and if God hears it, it will come true."

Zhang Xueli is serious.

"Do you have a wish?" she asked the little boy next to her.

The God of Truth hesitated for a while, then shook his head.

"I have."

The ferris wheel turned slowly.

"I hope……"

Zhang Xueli clenched her hands reverently, as if treating the neon lights under her feet as candles.

"I hope, I can die sooner."

Zhang Xueli lowered her head and made her wish.

She said so, but the God of Truth has three godheads, and the power of the godheads has not completely dissipated at this moment, and he has also heard the wish in Zhang Xueli's heart.

Zhang Xueli said that she hoped to die soon.

But the voice in her heart is:

"I hope to live."

The cruel proposition of death, even the dying old man may not be able to face it calmly.

Let alone a young child.

No matter how indifferent she is, it is difficult for her to be so free and easy when she thinks of being separated from her sister who loves her the most.

Through the glass of the Ferris wheel, the colorful neon lights are shining on the calm river, like the eternal guardian star of the elves above the Valxiu continent.

Shirley.Zhang Xueli.

The God of Truth silently recited these two names in his heart.

He thought that by escaping from that illusory world, he would be able to truly control his own destiny.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

It's like jumping from one net to another bigger net. The reality he pursues is nothing but an illusion in another sense.

The God of Truth thought about it for a long time, then lowered his eyes and sighed deeply.

Time is up.

His godhead was finally wiped out by the world consciousness.

……

"Where did you go!"

When Zhang Xueli returned to the hospital, she was pulled nervously by the girl.

"...just went out to play for a while."

Zhang Xueli said with a guilty conscience.

"Do you know how dangerous it is? Is it time for you to run around? You are really too much, why didn't you tell me? You..."

While speaking, the girl wiped her tears. She expressed her anger in an accusatory tone. Seeing Zhang Xueli bowing her head, she couldn't help hugging her: "...if something happens to you, what should I do?"

"..."

Zhang Xueli obediently admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry... But I didn't go alone, that boy was also there..."

She turned her head, but froze.

The little boy had disappeared without knowing when.

"It should be home."

The girl said, "Don't do this in the future, it's really worrying."

"……understood."

Zhang Xueli couldn't hide the disappointment on her face.

"Let's do an inspection first."

The girl couldn't help but take Zhang Xueli for an examination.

However, the results of this inspection were beyond everyone's expectations.

"...Kang, have you recovered?"

The girl stammered: "Really? How is it possible?"

"It's really strange, but the test results show that her heart is very healthy..."

The doctor's face was also full of disbelief: "...Healthier than normal people."

They did a few more checks, and the results were all the same.

The doctor asked them to come over for a follow-up examination after a while, and the two, one big and one small, embarked on the journey home with apprehension.

"Is it really okay?"

"Ah."

Zhang Xueli said obediently: "There is no chest tightness at all."

"It's incredible."

Although the girl was still a little worried, she still breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this sentence: "It seems that the little boy is really your lucky star. Once he comes, you will be cured."

"What does it have to do with him?"

Zhang Xueli said dissatisfiedly: "He left without saying a word. It's a pity that I took him to play. How heartless!"

"You say that, but you still want to play with him?"

The girl teased: "When you go back to school, you can go to him again."

"...I didn't look for it."

Zhang Xueli pouted.

"Meow--"

At the door of the house, they heard a cat meowing.

"Why is there a cat at the door?"

The girl said in surprise, "Who put it here?"

"It's so dark."

Zhang Xueli picked it up, put it in her arms and looked at it: "It's not dark, just like that stinky guy."

Then he poked the little black cat's soft belly, and the black cat let out a soft cry with a lazy expression.

"Even the expression of the stinky fart is similar to that guy."

"Look, you really care about people."

The girl smiled and said, "Three words never leave him."

"No way!"

Zhang Xueli retorted, then hesitated for a while, looked at the black cat in her arms, with a trace of pleading on her face: "Can we raise it? It seems to be abandoned."

"What if there is an owner? Maybe it's just lost."

The girl thought for a while: "How about this? I'll post a few cat hunting notices nearby. Maybe its owner is also looking for it. If we can't find it, we can raise it, okay?"

"Ok!"

Zhang Xueli became visibly happy.

"Meow……"

The black cat lazily rolled over in his arms, raised its hind paws, and scratched its neck.

"I'll give you a name."

Zhang Xueli picked up its arm with her hand and raised it in the air: "It's so dark... how about calling you a briquette?"

"What a casual name..."

The girl complained on the side.

"It doesn't matter, just call it that name!"

"You see it rolled its eyes."

"Balls, briquettes, briquettes!"

"Meow……"