Wigofortz's consciousness is still a little confused.

He looked not far away, the black-haired mage stood in place like a sculpture.

The smile froze on his face, and the black hair on his forehead slightly raised, as if it was still shaking in the night wind the previous moment.

The male elf he didn't know was also standing there, his facial features that should have seemed so dull and dull now.

On the other side, Geralt and Yennefa were still staring at themselves, but the two wary faces also solidified into masks.

A headache came and Wigofotez covered his head in pain.

Memories are still flashing back, and Geralt's long sword is constantly appearing in front of him.

He remembered that his body was split into two, and the warmth of blood and the coldness of steel mixed into an indescribable feeling in his body.

After that is the dark nothingness, the endless nothingness.

His life for more than a hundred years is only a moment.

The eternal loneliness seemed to last until the end of time, until a whistle sounded in the void.

"I'm Gonte Odim... People call me the mirror master..." a voice said:

"I am your master."

When the darkness dissipated and the light came again, he was already standing at this muddy intersection.

Geralt and Yennefa, who were still fighting with him for life and death the moment ago, were standing not far away, looking at him with horror.

And as the man who claimed to be a mirror master patted his shoulder, some new memories poured into his mind.

It turns out that he has been dead for five years.

He didn't know what the world had become now.

He didn't know why Xirila wasn't by Bailang's side, whom he was thinking about.

He only knew that his master was engaged in a so-called "transaction" with another person from another world.

And the only reason for him to return to the world is to join a journey as his new master's "agent".

A journey across the stars.

Although the terms were extremely harsh, he agreed without thinking too much.

As a bargaining chip, I have no choice at all.

Or what are the extravagant wishes for yourself who are reborn after death?

The blood fell on the shave paper and everything went smoothly.

Until the name "Water Piddick" appears.

Everything suddenly took a sharp turn.

Wigofortz shook his head, and the dizziness made him stand unsteadily and stagger for two steps.

The air was a little sticky, and the muddy ground became extremely hard.

There was a dead silence around, and all things were frozen in this moment.

It seemed as if the whole world had been solidified in an infinite amber.

Time has stopped.

Wigofortz had never seen such a spell, even those ancient warlocks could not do it with the help of the power of Dijing.

But if I have been dead for five years, I have stood here, so what is impossible?

It was his master, the mirror master who created all these miracles.

And the omnipotent creature was standing in front of the young man, almost pressing his face up.

The black-haired mage was still standing there, and a terrifying face that was not human in black eyes reflected.

Its cheekbones are protruding, the blue-black skin is densely covered with blood vessels, and the forehead is uneven, and the two sharp corners seem to pierce the skin.

Although Wigofortz didn't know who this black-haired young man was, it must be difficult to make his master so angry.

But no matter what, he still failed to transcend time.

"time..."

Wigofortz sighed softly.

He also knows what the consequences will be if he loses his value.

A wave of loss came to my heart inexplicably.

After all, it was a journey across the stars.

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Master Mirror looked at the mage who had "turned into a stone statue" in front of him.

What exactly is he?

Why do you know your past and true identity?

I traveled through different universes, using different bodies and names. No one had ever recognized himself, and no one had ever called his real name.

Wat Padick

That was his real name a thousand five hundred years ago and his only weakness.

So he took action without hesitation.

Time is a magical dimension that even most gods cannot control.

This so-called mage was not beyond his expectations and was frozen in time without resistance.

"Master..."

As he spoke, the contract slowly floated in front of the young man, and turned into pieces under an invisible force and was thrown into the air.

The paper confetti in the sky did not scatter too far and then stagnated and hanged in the air.

"It turns out that it is just a lower creature living in three dimensions..."

The mirror master stared at the mage's eyes, and faint starlight reflected in the pair of out-of-focused pupils.

"I dare to..."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of paper that had originally hovered in the air suddenly fell down and passed by the mirror master.

At this moment, he saw the black eyes suddenly turning,

He looked straight at himself.

"I said..." A cold voice sounded: "Try again and you're dead..."

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【Time Binding Technique】(Shouyuan Transformation)

Spell classification: Time system

Spell level: Fourteen rings

Spell release distance: Within 400 kilometers centered on the Hunyuan Mage Tower

Spell impact target: maximum space within 40,000 cubic meters

Spell effect: Lock the target with the fastest time flow rate in the casting space, and synchronize the time flow rate of other objects in the casting space with it.

Spell duration: up to 4.63 days (Modland days)

Explanation: The defensive magic specially designed for time manipulation gives low-level hunting mages a glimmer of hope in the face of powerful divine power.

"After this magic was added to the Hunting Magic List, the casualty rate of our Hunting Magic Master was reduced by 30%." - Pato Star Faller, the chief executive of the Second Star Zone.

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Wigofortz saw his master staggering and taking two steps back.

Before he could react, a transparent shield emerged from the pendant on the mage's chest, and then quickly became larger, wrapping the area within a radius of dozens of meters.

His skin felt the night wind blowing again.

The roar of insects lingered in my ears again, and the dry branches swayed again.

Life seemed to have returned to people, their chests were rising and falling again, and their hair trembled in the breeze.

The world outside the shield was as blurred as a layer of yarn, and it was still motionless.

The whole world is still wrapped in that infinite amber.

The difference is that they are in a small bubble in this amber.

Tris, Geralt and Yennefar were still staring at themselves, but their faces were full of doubts, as if they could not understand that they had changed positions in an instant.

It seemed that only the two elves were in a daze, but they seemed to have noticed something.

Before everyone could understand all this, their attention was attracted by the voice of the black-haired mage.
To be continued...