"Congratulations to the host for winning the magic floating cloak (rare)."
"emmmmmmm..."
On the plane back home, Lu Xiao looked at the floating red cloak in the system item column with some confusion. He had just spent the Marvel World B-level lottery as a reward for completing the chain side mission.
"System, is this magic floating cloak the same one that Strange should get in the future?"
It's not that Lu Xiao is worried about spoiling the plot or anything, it's just a question out of curiosity. After all, the changes he has brought to the Marvel world are not small, and Doctor Strange's experience is destined to not completely overlap with the original plot.
"No, except for the items that the host obtains directly from the mission world, the props extracted by this system are all copies of the original world. Although they have exactly the same functions, they are not genuine after all."
After thinking about it for a moment, Lu Xiao suddenly asked the system: "Since it is not genuine, can I dye the cloak?"
System: "Of course, what color does the host want?"
Before obtaining the aura blocker, in order to facilitate movement at night, Lu Xiao might have chosen black for camouflage purposes, but now...
"Then let's go with white. Black and white go together just right."
As soon as Lu Xiao finished speaking, the magic floating cloak in the system space turned from red to white, and Lu Xiao nodded with satisfaction.
"Go ahead and use the unlimited A-level lottery."
"Turntable starts."
"stop."
System: "Congratulations to the host, for winning the mission world return scroll. The A-level return scroll allows the host to choose the time to return to the mission world."
"Warning: The mission time period and previous history that have been handled by the host cannot be traced back using the mission world return volume. Please do not have the idea of changing the past."
Lu Xiao was a little disappointed not to be able to draw powerful skills and useful props, but that's how the lottery is. There are good things and there are bad things. It's not strange to draw something that you don't need at the moment. Dugu Nine Keys, One Key+
It’s not like he has never experienced 19 and opening a bag of purple energy from the east.
Moreover, things like the mission world return scroll are not completely useless to Lu Xiao. He already owes a promise that has not yet been completed, so this prop can be regarded as a pillow given to him while he was dozing off.
There are only two worlds that Lu Xiao has experienced so far. The plot of the Marvel world is not over yet. There will definitely be opportunities to enter again in the future. There is no need to spend precious props to return to the Marvel world.
If you want to use it currently, there is only one option - return to the Assassin's Creed world.
Being able to freely choose the time to return to the mission world provides Lu Xiao with a lot of convenience. Considering the commitment he made to Cassandra, the crisis of the corona ejection and the problem of Juno will not be solved until 2012 in the Assassin's Creed world.
.
After returning to the main world, Aletheia habitually sneaked into the Internet and wandered around.
Perhaps in order to prevent Aletheia and Consus from experiencing unacceptable insanity, the system automatically blocked the information about the Assassin's Creed game in the main world from them. Some cultural products that may be related to the mission world were also blocked.
and banned.
After returning to his rental house after several twists and turns, Lu Xiao took out the hidden sword from the temporary shipping space provided by the system and made a small cut on his hand.
"Consus, come out. Aletheia also stops first. I have something to discuss with you."
When Lu Xiao covered the wound he deliberately made, two translucent Isu figures appeared in front of Lu Xiao.
Aletheia was busy comparing the historical differences between the Assassin's Creed world and the main world when she suddenly received a summons from Lu Xiao. The expression on her face looked a little cute.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem that needs to be solved?"
Consus stroked his beard meaningfully: "I guess it has something to do with Lu Xiao's promise to Cassandra, right?"
Lu Xiao glanced at Consus with some surprise: "Yes, he is indeed the God of Wisdom who was once named Prometheus. I do intend to return to your world, but not to continue what we have experienced before.
at that point in time.”
Consus nodded indifferently: "It doesn't matter. For the Isu people, time is just a resource that can be utilized."
"You suddenly want to return to our world, it's not for nothing, right? Have you thought of a way to solve the coronal ejection and Juno? It's not because you want to use the infinity stone you got before, is it?"
Although Consus, who lives in the Shroud, cannot communicate with Lu Xiao conveniently at any time, as long as he gets Lu Xiao's permission, everything he experiences can be sensed by Consus in the Shroud.
Seeing the sudden look of expectation on Aletheia's face, Lu Xiao shook his head and said: "The Infinity Stones do have the power to destroy heaven and earth in the Marvel Universe, but when they leave their original world, what can they do?"
Ability is subject to certain limitations.”
Lu Xiao briefly explained to the two of them the impact of different worldviews on spells and magic props.
"Although your home world also has the concept of magic power, the concentration of magic power is extremely thin and cannot support the magic power consumed by the long-term operation of the Time Stone."
Consus asked in confusion: "Then how do you plan to solve the crisis of the coronal ejection, and what should Juno do?"
Lu Xiao shrugged: "Well, you can ask Aletheia first. I have told her the general plan before."
"The whole plan is not complicated. Could you please help me go through the details and use your experience and logical thinking ability to improve the plan as much as possible."
"Let me rest for a day tonight, and we'll set off early tomorrow morning."
…
Assassin's Creed World, December 20, 2012.
"Didi~"
Sean Hastings, who was assisting Desmond in using animus to search for the memories of his ancestors underground in the Grand Temple, suddenly received an email.
"Hey~boss."
Sean, who had a somewhat unruly personality, turned around and greeted a middle-aged man with a majestic temperament: "We received an email from Altaïr II, signed by Gavin Banks."
"Gavin?"
This middle-aged man is Desmond's father, William Miles, the mentor of the contemporary Assassin organization. His team is looking for ways to prevent the earth from being destroyed by a coronal ejection.
"What did he say?"
The Altaïr II should still be staying near the South Atlan Sea. Not long ago, this command ship belonging to the Assassin organization transported William's team from Italy to the North American continent.
A few days ago, Gavin also provided William with relevant information about the modern Templar captain Juhani Otso Berg who attacked the Assassin stronghold in Florence, and the two parties have maintained close contact.
Sean read the email with William and Rebecca Crane, who had just come over to observe the situation.
"Well...he said, let's get ready to open the door?"
As a contemporary assassin mentor and a good friend of Gavin, William keenly sensed something strange in the different wording of "Gavin".
"No! This is not the way Gavin chooses his words!"
William frowned and asked: "Sean, are you sure this email comes from Altaïr II?"
"Yes."
Sean's fingers clicked on the keyboard for a while: "The identification code also comes from within the Assassin organization, and there is no problem unless..."
William looked at the entrance of the Great Temple warily: "Unless the Altaïr II is hijacked and the hijacker cracks the organization's encrypted communication signal."
"Hey guys! I found something here."
The surveillance camera installed by Rebecca at the entrance of the Great Temple suddenly captured a fleeting black shadow.
At William's request, Rebecca slowed down the image dozens of times, and then used software to clear the mosaic-filled image, finally barely able to see the true form of the passing black shadow.
"This..." Sean said doubtfully: "Is that the Altaïr armor we saw before in the memory of our ancestors? Am I dazzled? Hasn't this armor disappeared long ago?"