Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters, the gift of the world of Tuohai
Fujiwara Takumi looked at the slightly fluorescent sphere in his hand. In the realm that ordinary things could not peek into, it continuously released a warm and indescribable light.
No one understands Fujiwara Takumi's current mood. He stares at this strange sphere as if staring at an old friend who has passed away...
"sorry……"
"But I...really can't stay there..."
Fujiwara Takumi looked at his hand holding the strange sphere, where Asaka was no longer young.
He is old...
After spending decades in that plane, he experienced a lot.
I also made many friends, challenged many gyms, and even made my name in the world competition.
However, when he was about to enter the twilight years of his life, when death gradually sounded its dull bell, Fujiwara Takumi suddenly felt a strong desire.
Yes, it's time for him to go back...
Just like a cherry blossom disappearing in the wind, it should always fall under the fence at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
There is where his dream begins...
This time, he did not bring his friends over.
As the doctor said, every elf has its own destiny and story.
The same is true for humans...
"The cherry blossoms in spring are so beautiful..."
Fujiwara Takumi slowly opened the photo album placed on the wooden table. There were photos of him and his girlfriend taken under the cherry blossom tree.
But now, she may be the same as before, and he...
Fujiwara Takumi looked up at the already dim sky outside. Everything was bathed in warm orange light. Even the Akita dog next door grinned happily.
He remembered the Akita because he had led its mother's funeral.
At that time, he was still an ordinary pet mourner.
And she is a slightly famous dentist...
Those memories of youth always seem to have been wiped with honey, leaving only a sweet taste, as if the original sorrow was just a funny fragment.
There is no war, no turmoil, the days of peace are full of intoxicating beauty...
"How beautiful...this is my hometown..."
"Then...let me leave this last gift to this world..."
Fujiwara Takumi slowly let go of his hand holding the strange sphere, and the next moment, some magnificent power seemed to be about to overflow from the sphere!
But at this moment, some magnificent force suddenly froze everything!
Fujiwara Takumi raised his head in surprise. He could feel some suffocating will staring at this place!
And the next moment, a bald head who looked like he was of oriental descent appeared in front of him...
"Oh it's you……"
The bald man looked at him and said thoughtfully...
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In a certain corner of the star realm that ordinary people cannot peek into, a huge building complex exists in a certain stable subspace.
This is the main base of the Plane Protection Association, and it is also an area that only those with corresponding qualifications can enter.
After all, they got into a lot of trouble because of their plane-protecting behavior.
But for the core members of the Plane Protection Association, they will not feel intimidated or flinched by this.
They firmly believe that what they are undertaking is an absolutely just and glorious mission.
"Some people think that our existence is redundant. Yes, as they said, our existence is indeed redundant. The plane has its own protection box destruction mechanism - but only if those cubs try to destroy the plane.
Also disappeared, otherwise, we would have and must have the need to exist!" - President of the Plane Protection Association
"Another mutant Cloud Climbing Monk appears..."
Looking at the relevant information displayed on the artifact given by a certain powerful god of order, Pande Gandra, who was responsible for information monitoring, frowned and wrote down this key information.
In fact, based on the boundlessness and vastness of the multiverse, trying to monitor it with the power of a guild is undoubtedly a fanciful thing.
It is true that they cannot achieve complete coverage of monitoring as claimed.
However, this does not mean that they have been working in vain:
In the past nearly ten thousand years, they have experienced enough challenges and ups and downs.
Now, they have formed a sufficiently mature and complete system.
They also suppressed and tried many plane destroyers, but in the vast multiverse, new plane destroyers are always born every moment...
Everything is more difficult and complicated than imagined, but the sacred mission still needs to continue.
They firmly believe that as long as their actions continue, there will one day be a race in the vast multiverse that will not wander due to the destruction of the plane...
That is a tragedy, and it is also an indescribable pain of separation, which will continue to spread and run through the entire life of intelligent beings.
And this is also the original intention of the president of the Plane Protection Association and the founders to establish this guild.
After all, those who have not personally experienced that kind of pain will not have the willpower to shoulder such a heavy mission...
But just as Pande Gandra continued to record the information displayed on the artifact, he suddenly stopped - he discovered a problem:
"Is this guy still a wanted person who has been marked?"
"Damn it! We have to stop him!"
Pande Gandra stood up suddenly, and then hurried to the main monitoring room while the other monitors looked at him at a loss.
Because of the artifact's transcendent sensitivity to power, there are no other magic items in the entire monitoring room.
Although, magic items will not have any effect on artifacts.
But for them, it has become a very difficult task to find out the more distant and weak information from the strong radiation display at close range.
Therefore, except for special periods, no spells or spell-like abilities are allowed to be used here.
"What happened? Pande? Your face looks a little bad..."
When Pande Gandra walked into the general monitoring room, one of the giants of the Plane Protection Association - the legendary shaper Gandram, the source of plane constancy - was writing a report on his recent work.
He is one of the ten vice-presidents of the Plane Protection Association, and he is also the most conscientious one among them.
He has considerable prestige in the Plane Protection Association.
Looking at Pende Gandra's figure, he stopped and continued to instill will into the particle mass, and then said with some doubts.
"Vice President, I think we are in trouble...
Pande Gandra looked solemnly at the source of plane stability in front of him - the legendary shaper Ghandram and said...