Interstellar Reaper

On the bottom floor of the dark castle, Lord Reaper, the master, was rummaging through his treasure house.

As the supreme god, his subjects offered him innumerable treasures. Even when he was sleeping, there were more and more things here, and dedicated messengers would bring him those rare and rare things. The subjects within will also pay tribute regularly to seek the protection of the Supreme God.

This caused the original underground treasure house of the castle to be insufficient at all, and had to be expanded several times and superimposed with space magic to barely accommodate those more and more treasures.

And the Lord of Darkness, who has never paid attention to the treasures he has, will not be interested in admiring them, and even let these treasures be piled up randomly like sundries. If the treasures have spirits, they will cry and self-destruct.

So when the master sent an envoy down to look for something rare, the envoy could only look at the things scattered all over the floor and was helpless. Every treasure here had a powerful wave of magic power, and it was completely unable to tell what the master wanted. In which corner is the mirror.

The emissary who felt incompetent could only return to the main hall in shame to plead guilty.

Even the Lord of Darkness himself showed a rare emotion of surprise after seeing the situation of the treasure house.

If it is said that dragons like golden and shiny items, it always makes people feel like a nouveau riche, then the taste of Death, the Lord of Darkness, is low-key and weird.

In his treasury, treasures of various unknown uses are piled up like a hill, and most of them are stored in exquisite gift boxes of various materials. Ominous and dark.

Books made of various leathers including human skin, skull crowns carved with black gemstones, scepters like claws of giant beasts, robes painted with complicated patterns, and even weird works of art...as long as the subjects think that they are in line with the darkness The identity of the master can be found here.

Although, Reaper himself thinks that he can accept things that are more shiny.

[There are really too many things. I remember that my treasure house is guarded, right? 】

What's the name of that three-headed monster that fits his identity well?

[My lord, the guardian of your treasury died while you were sleeping, and a new guardian has not yet been elected. ] Otherwise, there would not be such a chaotic scene.

Not all the creations of the Lord of Darkness are immortal. Except for the messengers of the undead and some specific races, most of the dark people just have a longer lifespan... Although these are generally not less than Wanwei unit.

The Lord of Darkness has no concept of time, but he also understands that the time he sleeps is very long for creatures with a "short life cycle".

[You can arrange for the new caretaker, as long as you can tidy up here. 】

Even his master can't stand the messy treasure house.

[Yes, my lord. 】

The envoy took the lead and once again joined the master in the treasure hunt.

The black frame has an ominous pattern, and the two animal claws are holding the mirror that is as tall as a person. The pitch-black mirror cannot create any image, and the black breath wafts from it. Just look at it, you will feel There is a voice that tempts you to stand in front of it, indulge in the beautiful scene created in the mirror, and become its captive.

This is the mirror of Catalin, once belonged to the goddess Catalin's beloved mirror. After its owner died and went to war, it was obtained and transformed by the dark race, and finally presented to the Lord of Darkness as a gift.

Originally, this mirror was a picky mirror that could reflect the beauty of the world. It could reflect the essence of things and would not be deceived by any magic and fantasy. A soul with an ugly heart can only see itself decayed and ugly, even if your appearance is perfect. It can confuse all living beings, and it cannot be deceived.

The messenger silently recalled the information about the mirror he had been looking for for a long time, and in his heart he despised Catalin, who was proud of his beauty and could not stand the slander of his god, and swore that his heart was as beautiful as his appearance , so he created this mirror, but in the end he was horrified by himself in the mirror and abandoned its goddess.

This mirror was created for good wishes, but the ridiculous thing is that none of the gods of the light department who talked about justice dared to stand in front of it.On the contrary, most of the ugly dark races will use it out of curiosity and never get tired of it. No matter what the scene inside is, they are just curious.

The golden frame and wings that originally represented light were replaced by the current appearance. The Mirror of Catalin, which was completely transformed into a magic mirror, became the collection of the Lord of Darkness after being added with many functions.

The messenger still remembers that when this mirror was presented, it reflected the stunning image of the Lord of Darkness, which was exactly the same as his appearance, but after that, the mirror could no longer reflect even the Lord of Darkness. The appearance of the robe corners.

When looking in the mirror, the Lord of Darkness also found a lot. He found many things that he had forgotten, including several godheads sealed in boxes.It's just that after staying in this treasury full of dark power for a long time, lost the aura, and without the supplement of the power of faith, the godhead also had to use the dark power as the energy source. Over time, these originally pure light-type godheads were stained. Most of the dark imprints, or pure white or golden godheads have turned into gray and inconspicuous, which makes the master feel much more pleasing to the eye.

But this also reminded him, it seems that he went to the human world this time because of these godheads?

Thinking about it now, the time of being an envoy is enough to make his subordinates completely forget the feelings they had when they were humans. Even when they were still alive, they didn't have such a good life. How could these guys be so keen on protecting humans? ?

More people just make them busier, right?

Looking at the envoy standing quietly behind him inexplicably, the Lord of Darkness recalled that this trip was not fruitless, so he decided not to pursue the matter any further.

The powerful coercion disappeared in a flash, and the messenger under the black robe breathed out silently, realizing that the excuse he had thought up because he didn't want to see the Creator too boring to go to sleep again was seen through, and the Creator didn't seem to He decided to care about it, so he felt relieved.

The magic mirror is placed in the center of the main hall, and the magic power is injected into it. The pure black mirror surface ripples like water waves from the center point of the magic mirror, and spreads out in circles. The mirror surface emits a faint light, followed by a real The picture in front of you is projected in the open space in front of you, just like a realistic projector in the world.

A pure white room, various instruments with unclear names, a man lying on a white hospital bed still unconscious, and several people in white coats gathered around the bed to perform routine checkups for him.

【My lord, this is a hospital in the human world, a place to heal the sick. 】The envoy dutifully answered the question for the master.

As time goes by, the human world has changed too much. Before the Lord of Darkness fell asleep, the best weapon for human beings was a sharp sword, but now, warships that can be seen everywhere in the universe are the mainstream.

The Lord of Darkness nodded, still looking at the screen.

【It's time for him to wake up. 】

Wells felt that his head was as painful as a hundred mecha masters dancing, every nerve was being fiddled with, and the speed was like a passionate symphony.

Such pain should have caused him to fall into a deep coma long ago, but in fact, he himself could find himself very awake, even though his head hurt more and more, his thinking did not stop functioning.

Many pictures flashed in my mind, the black shadow that I thought was hallucination when I was dying, the "Grim Reaper" that took away the soul of the old man that I saw clearly when I was a teenager, and the two non-human beings who walked out of the black vortex. .

Several pictures were replaced back and forth. He originally thought that the "Grim Reaper" holding a scythe was the focus of his attention, but in the end, the "Grim Reaper" in the picture was slowly fading, and the non-human being its master became the focus. Even though those pictures are all black and white, this figure exuding danger is like the most colorful stroke in the picture, vivid and prominent.

The screen played until they returned to the black vortex again, and his rationality told him that it was just a memory, and it was useless. He didn't need to make himself more and more painful to recall it over and over again, but an inexplicable figure said over and over again, If you don't remember it, you will completely forget it.

So even though it was getting more and more painful, he stubbornly repeated those memories over and over again.

"Ah, what's going on? The patient started to convulse!" The nurse, who was slightly dazed while looking at the handsome sleeping face, didn't notice that the others were about to leave. When she noticed the sudden hideous expression on that face, she panicked. He stopped the doctor who had finished his routine examination and was about to leave.

The doctor who turned around also noticed this, and immediately stepped forward to check the situation, "Press him quickly, the patient's consciousness is not yet clear, come and bring the fixing belt quickly, and tie his hands and feet so that he won't hurt himself! Inject a sedative immediately!"

"No doctor, this patient has been in a coma, and the use of tranquilizers may have adverse effects on him."

"I can't control that much anymore, if this continues, he will bite off his own tongue!" The doctor was also a little flustered, and when he saw the blood coming out of Wells' mouth, he immediately pinched his cheek and stuffed a corner of the quilt Go in and stop his self-harm.

Seeing the development of the matter, the others could only obey the doctor's arrangement and acted immediately.

Wells, whose limbs were fixed on the bed but did not stop struggling, tossed and rattled the bed. After the nurse brought the sedative and the doctor injected it himself, he slowly calmed down and stopped tossing.

【Do you think he can wake up? 】

[Yes, my lord. 】

Because, that's what you expect.