The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

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Meera sighed lowly, then looked at Mu En:

"Did you find anything?"

"This is……"

Mu En was still in a state of sluggishness, but after all, even the evil god had confronted him head-on, so he quickly recovered:

"time?"

"Good understanding, this is the power of time."

Mela said:

"Although there is no way to tell you what a god is, you can know one thing. Among the many powers possessed by the gods, only time and space do not exist.

That is to say, the two laws of time and space, in a sense, have no owner. "

"Unowned?"

Mu En couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Because from Teacher Meera's tone, it seems that these two laws, which even the gods cannot control, can be controlled.

"so--

Then keep your eyes open and watch, my lovely disciple.

Look at me, your teacher, this life-long painstaking effort! "

Meera opened her arms as if to embrace something, her hair was covered in white silk, and she was automatic without wind.

The ground suddenly trembled, as if experiencing vicissitudes of life, the black ground under the feet disappeared quickly, revealing the huge mechanical structure hidden under the ground, exuding a hideous beauty.

Tens of thousands of huge gears meshed with each other and collided with brilliant sparks.

Driven by the majestic magic power, millions of mechanical structures operate precisely.

It seemed that a planet purely made of machinery and gears appeared at the bottom of the feet. At this moment, Mu En couldn't help but tremble at his own insignificance, and even forgot to breathe.

As if, before this ferocious and beautiful ultimate creation, everything in the world, even the rules... can be rewritten by it!

"look!"

Standing in the very center of everything, the white-haired loli girl shouted frantically.

Behind her, the silhouette of a huge clock loomed, and the hands shifted, counting the passage of time.

"This is the pinnacle of alchemy and magic.

The combination of idealism and materialism.

A painstaking work that lasted for thousands of years.

The true core of the Great Secret Instrument.

A supreme creation that would tremble even the gods.

Artificial authority.

——The Clock of Eternity. "

[WEB] 56. Rainy night

In the roar of countless machines and gears running.

In Teacher Meera's frenzied shouting.

Mu En fell into a daze.

What kind of person, what creation, what authority, and what authority?

Can things like authority be man-made?

And what is going on with this kind of horror stuff that is full of endings and makes the protagonist carry the final villain desperately?

According to the plot development of the original book, we haven't even finished the academy chapter yet!

"According to my original calculation, I should have woken up five years later and re-implemented this plan."

In Mela's amber eyes, a sigh suddenly appeared:

"But since I woke up early, and the direction of fate has become so chaotic that even I can't predict it, I can only take this step in advance."

So is this thing really something that should be taken out in the later stage? !

"Then... Teacher Meera came to me, why exactly?"

Mu En couldn't help but feel a little limp in his legs, and couldn't speak fluently.

"I don't think there's anything I can do to help."

Originally, Mu En thought that Teacher Meera was going to use him to study some terrible forbidden magic, and she was already mentally prepared before coming here.

But I didn't expect that she would directly take out such a thing?

How can this help me?I can't even understand why those gears can hang in the air and move by themselves. What else can I do besides hiding and waving a small flag to call the boss 666?

"About that..."

Teacher Mei La suddenly turned her head and showed a meaningful smile at Mu En.

Mu En was shocked by that sight, and slowly retreated while clutching her neckline:

"Think, what do you want?"

"Well, although I yelled loudly just now, this is actually just a prototype of authority, and it is far from real authority."

Teacher Meera said with a harmless face:

"After all, how can a dead thing made with alchemy and magic become a real authority at the same level as a god?"

"Is... is it? So?"

"so……"

Meera waved her little hand, as if she was taking everything around her in her palm.

"They need a carrier, a... living carrier."

"Carrier?"

Mu En was stunned.

Then, as if he had dropped a big Ivan in his mind, his scalp became numb from the news.

"Carrier? Who?"

"Who else could it be?"

Teacher Meera said strangely:

"Is there a third person here?"

"I?"

Mu En looked at the place and couldn't see the whole picture so far. She didn't know how big the mechanical creation was. Then she lowered her head to look at her little arms and legs, shook her head frantically and said:

"No, no, it's so big, I can't get in."

"can!"

"Of course not, I'll be overwhelmed!"

"I said yes, I can!"

Meera is categorical:

"And, of course, it is impossible to directly stuff such a big thing into your body. I will definitely make some improvements."

"Improve?"

Mu En gestured, "Is it the kind that has been improved so little that it can be carried in your pocket?"

"No, it's to stuff everything you improved into it." Meera said seriously.

"..."

After a brief period of contemplation, Mu En seemed to have finally figured it out, raised her head, and said solemnly:

"So, is it too late for me to get out of the car now?"

"Want to go?"

Meera sneered.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Accompanied by the running sound of the mechanism, the huge door was closed with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, there were countless, continuous sounds of the lock cylinder closing from the door leaf.

"Take my knife and still want to leave? I have welded the door shut."

From behind Meera, all kinds of drills, chainsaws, axes, screwdrivers, and mechanical arms appeared, like a peacock spreading its tail. The flickering cold light made Mu En's face pale.

"Are you ready to accept the teacher's love? Good boy." Meera said with a kind smile on her face.

……

That night.

Belleland Lower Town.

The rain washed the muddy ground, leaving twisted patterns like the masterpieces of abstract painters.

Under the dim sky, the girl with buns was holding a big umbrella to protect the silver figure in front of her from being hit by the rain.

But the silver-white figure seemed to be an eyesore. He pushed open the big umbrella and walked into the pouring rain. Regardless of his uniform, he was drenched by the rain in an instant.

In front of him, the area divided by the bright yellow warning line was brightly lit.

Many men in black, wearing raincoats, were busy on the flat ground near the river, collecting things carefully, inserting a small sign with a number on the ground from time to time.

And at the center point around them, white lines can be faintly seen, outlining the outline of a dead person.

It was clear at a glance that this was a murder scene.

Celesia lifted the cordon, walked into the center, and looked at the corpse on the ground in a familiar uniform. There was still no emotion on her cold face, but her hands were clenched unconsciously, and her joints turned white.

"Your Highness."

The balding middle-aged man came to Celesia's side at some point, and kept wiping his face with a handkerchief, not knowing whether it was sweat or rain.

"The identity of the deceased has been found out."

"Say."

"Tek Rhodes is indeed a student of Santa Maria College, a sophomore."

"Rod?"

"He is the fourth son of Earl Rhodes. Although he has three older brothers, he is highly expected by Earl Rhodes because of his talent."

The voice did not fall.

There was a sudden commotion on the edge of the cordon.

The horses neighed.

The stern-looking man stepped out of the carriage engraved with the Rhodes family crest, and sternly shouted at the guards blocking him:

"Let me go, do you know who I am? I am Earl Rhodes! I want to see my son!"

The scene became chaotic.

The guards brought by Earl Rhodes clashed with the guards, causing chaos for a while, and even the sound of rain could not be heard clearly.