Under [God], everything will become small.

Every time he has this dream, Ken feels insignificant.

That huge existence shrouded all around him. Regardless of whether the warlock sensed the existence of that thing or not, boundless fear and powerlessness permeated his whole body.

He could feel his family close by!

They are being eroded! Becoming part of that existence!

Nightmare!

The pollution captured by Ken's powerful spiritual sense!

This is exactly why he believes his family is still alive!

"Da da da……"

Ken's sleep quality has always been poor, and the slightest sound can wake him up.

For example, this series of footsteps.

The footsteps were very quiet, and I stood on tiptoe, carefully not wanting him to know.

What about the security guard at the door?

What surprised him was that the alert spell showed no signs of being triggered!

Enemy attack? The cultist's companions are coming?

Ken's scalp felt numb.

The umbrella covered with seals is placed next to the bed! You can reach it with your hand!

Just as he was about to get up, he felt that his limbs seemed to be suppressed by something and he couldn't move at all!

Ghost pressure on the bed caused by the spiritual tide?

Why now!

The little footsteps had reached his bedside!

For him now, a child with a knife can easily stab him!

The figure leaned down, the shadow was shrouded in a little moonlight, and a sweet body fragrance floated into the nose.

Kailin's...smell?

As if to prove his suspicion, he heard the girl humming a tune in a cute voice proudly.

The mature figure slowly pressed down, and the sweet body fragrance was pressed in front of his face.

"Hey hey hey, brother's smell, huh huh~ I haven't smelled it for a long time!"

The silver-grey-haired girl sniffed around the man.

"It doesn't smell like other women~ It's good~ Sure enough, those women don't understand what kind of person my brother is~"

The girl's voice became very soft, and Ken was completely unable to combine this soft deer-like voice with the aloof girl he had seen a few days ago.

Were you not sure if he was the real person before?

While Ken was thinking, his spirit suddenly tightened.

Because the girl hugged him from the side.

Soft and close to the strong body, Ken can even smell the girl's sweet breath.

"Brother must be very tired too."

The soft ketone body smelled of fragrance, and through the opened eyes, one could vaguely see the silver-grey haired elf girl, and the pink halo emerging from her eyes.

"From now on, I will accompany you...

Always...forever..."

The girl's voice was very soft and light.

It is also very warm and relaxing.

Ken's tired consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep...

…

Ken hasn't slept so well in a long time.

Open your eyes slightly and stretch your body.

He looked to his side... there was no one there, and there was no indentation. He sniffed carefully, but he couldn't smell the girl's fragrance.

Dream?

Because of the strong anchor with Kailin, the nightmare gradually changed?

After checking again and again, it was found that there was really no trace of Kailin's existence, and Ken could only attribute it to the anchor point.

Putting the incomprehensible phenomenon behind him, Ken extended his awareness to the trap at the door.

The gate was still broken, but the trap was still there.

It was indeed a dream, and the anchor point interfered with the pollution detected by the spiritual sense! Ken confirmed his guess.

After all, only those who have been in contact with the origin, such as the five-ring warlock, can pass through the trap like this. Kailin cannot engrave the magic circuit, so it is not her.

There were several priests in the corridor, seemingly going from house to house to express condolences to his neighbors.

Charles Addison did not break his promise.

Ken simply took milk, bread, and egg pancakes to complete a "horrible" sacrifice, and then walked to the opposite door.

Knocked on the door.

no response.

It seems that the girl is not at home.

Ken walked out of the apartment with a feeling of regret or something.

Girls may go to school or work.

And in order not to be hungry enough to eat soft food, he has to find a job.

…

A third-level student at Alert Academy and a three-ring warlock, this identity is theoretically very popular.

Because humans themselves do not have magic circuits, human ancestors imitated the magic circuits of elves and imprinted them on their souls.

Perhaps this was an unexpected discovery made by an elf magician during his experiment. The human soul has good extensibility after being engraved with magic circuits.

Not only can they borrow various foreign objects to cast magic beyond their capabilities, but they can also extend their lifespan.

However, most humans can only inscribe a complete magic circuit within a lifetime and become a [ring-free warlock]. At this time, they can use one to two-ring magic instruments.

A third-level student at Alert Academy means that he is a three-ring sorcerer with a very high gold content.

Perhaps because of bad luck, he went to the job market to promote himself, but couldn't find a single job he wanted to do.

In the blink of an eye, dusk came, and on his way home, he fiddled with a stack of business cards in his hand.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him. He raised his head and saw that it was a passing giant.

At a height of four to five meters, it looks like a walking tank just standing up, and one person occupies most of the sidewalk.

The skin is yellow and rough, the head is as smooth as an egg, and the two purple eyes scan the surroundings.

He was wearing clothes made of animal skins, and sitting on his shoulders was a little girl with purple hair. She might be quite old... but even if she sat up straight, her upper body was not as high as the giant's head!

Restoration City is indeed the center of human development, even the pagans - the Norris Giants on the border can be seen from here!

Ken sighed with emotion as he passed by the giant.

Pagans are what humans call believers who do not belong to the faith of the Mother Goddess. Although they do not belong to orthodoxy, they do no harm.

When the purple-haired girl passed by Ken, she suddenly turned around. Her dark purple pupils stared at the warlock warily, her expression turned doubtful again, and then she turned her head.

"Amy, what did you find?"

The big man noticed the girl's movements and asked angrily.

Amy kicked off her shoes and replied nonchalantly.

"It's nothing, Edgar. I thought he was a heretic, but I was wrong. He was just a human warlock."

"Um."

Edgar knew that if Amy said she saw it wrong, then she must have seen it wrong.

"Humanity's magic technology is so advanced. Edgar, after we hunt [Snake], let's go buy some fun toys."

Amy looked at the magic phones and earphones held in the hands of humans, her eyes shining.

"Although you don't have the talent to use magic, I can help you transform it. How about letting the clan members transform it too?"

"Amy, I need treatment."
To be continued...