Fifteen minutes after I entered, I was knocking on your door. I don't usually force anyone.
"Open the door, it's Lucy Beatrice Tom." "What are you talking about?"
Her posture was full of confidence and pride. "The Tegmankame's charity," I said, my face a picture of surprise.
My God, the imagination is so wild, even I don't think like that. "And also, Beatrice, you're unreliable because of your lack of human cells, Tom, who didn't give me a chance to rule, and also, I shattered the gate to the tomb of the ruler, who considers me to be on par with a holy ruler, in a very short time, which shows that you're hiding your true power from everyone."
Applause... Applause... Applause
"Well, I knew a lot about me, but I knew you were gathering information about me, but I let you do it."
The Finger Sect
They appear in several virtual portals and gather private information, their expressions a mixture of bewilderment and awe. It's amusing to see them in this mood. Somehow, and I can't believe it, "If you knew why I stopped, why did you stop me?" I put my finger to my head, pretending to think, and a sly smile spread across my face. "Why didn't I stop?" A question in the neighborhood."
"Perhaps, if you come to us, you will know the dangers that await you on your path." "But what do you wish to know about me?"
You answered the supervisor's question without hesitation, "Don't you wish to know me, you of great power?"
"Very well, as you wish, but do not speak here." The world around them transformed, then a beautiful murmur filled with fruit-bearing trees, as if the sky were clear and the refreshing breezes soothed the nerves. As all the afflicted looked around at the beautiful murmur, I spoke admiringly: "Here we are, but the place feels like a garden." "My rulers are eternal."
Lucy's attention was strange and disbelieving at what I said. Rulers of my life—that's a big word, hard to believe. This (the story of the dragons, the angel of the universe) must first know who stands on the throne or the top of the pyramid. The creator
Under
The right hand and the hand of the succulent
The wing
And comes Later
The Kings
And the Spring of Reign
And finally, Alphon
"You, I will be in the rank of Creator, and the second, the so-called Cruzen, and the fourth, I cannot tell you. The logic of 'giving a reason to record your words' is an evolution of views mixed with pleasure and horror, 'What do you want to do?' The finger gesture is a means of unity to demonstrate the power of truth, 'Yes, you are powerful.'
'Is it conceivable that this is possible?' And returning to Tom's conversation in his previous life. Zalk Leon (the Ruler of Healers) sighed in frustration, 'As I look at him, an important person came to our world three days ago, claiming to be his Creator, the entity that made him.'" This world created a powerful entity; even my own entities are classified as the ruler of the developed sacred and the master of governance, but they are not Imam insects.
At noon, a look of surprise crossed his face as he heard the words of his friend of five years: "How is it with all this terrible power?" The flashback returned.
The comments of the fake chatter shifted as I listened to them, then I stopped pressing them. "I'm bleeding a lot, I have a lot of blood." By afternoon, my hands were full of healing cards to treat all their injuries. Yasapova with serious injuries, or perhaps just pretending: "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"But did I know that we wanted you to..." "Do you know?" "Well, ever since I met you, I wanted to know why I didn't return to our world." Beatrice Lucy began trying to do something, and panic spread across their faces. They found themselves in an apartment, sitting on the sofa they had been on before entering the world. I led them out. "Well, you can trust me," I said, a faint smile playing on my lips, as I stood before me, like a door to my apartment, "you two. Leave late, and I won't be afraid of anyone."
"Goodbye, goodnight."
Outside the dorms, Lucy Beatrice, you stand like an image and the faint violet light of Jesus, my eyes, but it disappears later and returns to us. The change in their opinions is our end.They remembered that they had been in the academy garden and that the time was between 4:00 and 4:43 PM. How did night fall so quickly? "What are we doing here, Beatrice? I don't understand anything!" She replied, in the same state of confusion, "I myself don't know how we got to the boys' dorms, or when night fell."
Lucy put her hand to her forehead, trying to remember anything. "The last thing I remember is meeting after school at 4:30, but how did we get here, and why can't I remember anything after that?" Beatrice put her hand on Lucy's shoulder, reminding her of the time. "Okay, we should go back to our rooms. It's late, Lucy. Let's meet tomorrow for fencing class." They then headed towards their rooms. Meanwhile, Tom, who was inside his apartment, was in the same state as the two girls. A faint purple light emanated from his eyes, then disappeared, and he regained consciousness. His gaze was full of confusion. How did I get to my apartment? Why was it so dark outside? "What? How did I get to my room?" Why is it so dark outside? Did night fall so quickly?
"The last thing I remember is leaving the training center."
And there I was, sitting on a chair overlooking my apartment balcony, laughing mockingly at those fools. "Hahaha, they thought I was going to tell them who I am! What a bunch of idiots! How could I trust them with such a dangerous secret? And what's even funnier is that they thought I was going to show them my full power! They couldn't even withstand the pressure of my aura when I was using 1% of my power, and they wanted to see my full power! What a joke!"