My name is Yu Yuan, and the guys in the team always like to call me "Yu Meiren". Don't get me wrong, this is not to compliment me on my beauty, but to imply that my face can deceive people, and the magic in my hand can even poison people's souls. After all, in this world where swords and magic are everywhere, "beautiful" has always been the most dangerous disguise.
Ever since Tongtian Jianmu "lost his waist" and could not hold up the heaven and earth, the world has been torn in half like broken glass.
It is rumored that as long as you collect all the marks of the strange beasts in the pages of "The Record of Strange Beasts", you can summon the Golden Crow to make a wish. But I must give you a friendly reminder: This Three-Legged Golden Crow is not a philanthropist. It requires an "entropy price" to make a wish - if you want your broken arm to grow back, you have to give ten years of life in exchange for it. If you dare to mention "resurrection from the dead", the price will drain all your luck in the next life and the next life. It is recommended that you memorize the "entropy price calculation table" in the instruction manual before making a wish, so that you don't even know how to lose money.
But compared to the foolish young man who made random wishes, what troubled me more was the "senior of the week". It is said that he has experienced the despair of the last round of world destruction, and now all he can think about is "forcibly uniting" the world that was split in two. He even plausibly said that in this way he could "reset the format and build a beautiful new world without pain."
After hearing this, I almost sprayed the magic milk tea I just drank on his face: "Senior, what's the difference between your idea and trying to squeeze two shelled hard-boiled eggs back into a raw egg with a shell? Not only will it not work, but it will stink so much that the whole world will cover their noses!"
But this senior was incompetent, and seeing that he was going to cause big trouble like "irreversible server crash", I could only bite the bullet and pull up a small team. It is said to be a "wonderful team", but in fact it is more like a "team with their own problems":
What does it mean that you, a mage, cannot control the range of your attack, but the damage is extremely powerful;
What does it mean that you, a doctor, cannot treat, but can only transfer damage?
What does it mean that you are a seraph who just happens to be unable to fly...
As for the senior who wants to "destroy the world and reopen it," I have already thought about what I want to say to him: "I'm sorry, but the 'beautiful new world' in your eyes has to step on our lives to achieve it. We don't do this business. It is not your turn to define the dawn of this world. It has to be guarded by me, a person from the land of sunset."
But just when I was about to confront him, the moment the senior took off his mask, I was completely shattered - that face looked exactly like the one I saw in the mirror, even the position of the small mole at the corner of the eye was exactly the same.
I stood there with only one sentence left in my mind: "No, senior, even if we are going to have a fateful duel, we don't have to look so similar, right? If we fight, will my teammates recognize the wrong person?"
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Purpose: Get rid of inner illusions