The pale light represents death.

The vivid and beating fluorescence represents life.

Surrounded by the stars in the pocket universe, between Tyrion's open hands, two rays of light flowed from his palms, converging into an invisible river of life and death, flowing freely among the carefully crafted stars here.

flowing.

It has no origin and no end. It forms a cycle in an invisible place, forming the most solid foundation of this pocket universe.

But it's not perfect, at least not as perfect as it seems on the surface.

Only by truly going deep into the rules of this pocket universe can Tyrion see the flaws in the rules of this pocket universe.

This universe has become infinitely more complete on the surface, but its foundation is not solid, like quicksand that has been gathered together. When everything is normal, it can still maintain its original state, but once the pressure is too great, or encounters

When turbulence invades, there is a great possibility that it will be broken down from the most basic level.

"No wonder you needed me here."

While the great lord was controlling the river of life and death, slowly penetrating this world, he whispered:

"This is just a cluster of stars without a soul. It is far from being truly complete. But I am very curious. In your world where monsters are frequent, can't you find a big man who can control life and death?"

"Yes, I have."

Facing the great lord's inquiry, Seb, standing behind him, shrugged:

"Wearing the double rings of life and death, I can also control life and death. But compared to maintaining the logistics personnel in the rear, I prefer to be on the frontal battlefield. The collapse of the wall of origin means some guys who are very 'troublesome' but very capable of fighting.

We will return to this world"

Seb smiled, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his narrowed eyes:

"Seriously, I don't want to miss this 'feast'."

"As for the other person who can replace you, her name is death."

His Excellency Overlord snorted:

"Unfortunately, she is busy dating her little lover, and the guy himself is a lunatic and she is very unreliable. Oh, by the way, speaking of death, your next stage is probably at her level, in the single universe.

God."

"Single universe?"

Tyrion savored the word and looked at Seb:

"What about you?"

"I?"

The Overlord smiled and said:

"In full state, he can probably reach the multiverse level. He is not a true powerhouse among the stars, but he is much stronger than you, a rookie at the level of Heavenly Father."

After saying that, Seb's voice appeared strangely in Tyrion's mind, as if to avoid Gao Tianzun, who was standing aside and preparing to start the gambling game.

"Of course, if you want to continue to get to the bottom of it, I can only tell you that I didn't just pull someone here from the multiverse. There are many people in the multiverse who claim to control death, but you are special."

Seb's voice echoed in the great lord's mind:

"Of course, what is special is not you yourself, but the world you and I came from. It has not been registered by the Life Court and is not part of the multiverse. No one knows the reason, but in general, you and I

The world you came to is a truly alien place. This is a good thing, it means that as long as you are involved in anything that is not too excessive, the Life Court will not be able to see you."

"That's what puts us ahead of everyone else."

"you mean"

Tyrion frowned and asked:

"Am I like an 'invisible man' among these stars?"

"That's right! That's what it means."

Seb responded in the spirit link:

"In the future, you will know how pleasant it is to be an 'invisible person'. When others are constrained by the rules, you can act arbitrarily and break the rules without fear of punishment. Unfortunately, back then, I

I was too young, too impulsive, and made some troubles. As a result, I was forced to assimilate by the Life Tribunal. I have lost that identity and have been truly assimilated into this multiverse and become a 'local'."

Overlord stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky, as if referring to a higher-level existence, he said:

"In short, you can't touch that level yet, cherish your freedom, Tyrion."

"Wait, last question."

Tyrion said to Cyber:

"You keep talking about games and gambling, so what is the specific content?"

"Shua"

Seb took out a strange dice from somewhere and waved it in front of Tyrion. He said:

"What else could it be? Of course it's dice!"

Looking at the dice that shone with a strange light, Tyrion was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Are you sure? Such an important matter should be decided by the number of dice?"

"Points? No, no, no."

Seb shook his head and said:

"How could it be so simple? This would be a great bet and a great story. I even asked someone to write a script for me to read, and here he is."

As soon as His Excellency Overlord finished speaking, a silver light fell into this pocket universe. In the dreamlike light, a man wearing a silver-white robe, looking elegant, with his eyes covered by gauze, walked.

Come.

In his left hand he held a brand new, exquisite book. In the other hand, he held a quill.

"The Dream God, the embodiment of memory in the multiverse."

Seb introduced Tyrion:

"In his library, all the stories in countless universes are stored. My stories and your stories are all stored in it. Oh, by the way, he was actually the first person to discover and start observing you.

.”

"The Dream God will be responsible for recording this bet and acting as the narrator."

Seb patted the dream god on the shoulder familiarly. The latter didn't have much expression on his face. He leaned slightly towards Tyrion and said:

"Thank you, Lord Tyrion, Dawnblade. You brought a good story to my library."

The high lord also responded with the graceful gesture that an elf should have, and returned the favor to the dream god who couldn't see the depth. The latter smiled at him, and then took a step back quietly. Among the stars, a chair and a side were used for recording.

The writing table appeared.

"Well, we also have a supervisor and communicator."

Seb raised his hand, looked at the watch on his wrist, and said:

"That guy is never late, but he is never early either. He is a very mysterious guy who likes to roam around in the multiverse. You should have met him."

"Yes, Lord Tyrion left a very deep impression on me."

Along with the sound of the door opening, a voice that was very familiar to the great lord appeared behind him. Tyrion turned around and saw a door open among the stars, and a guy wearing strange clothes pushed the door open and entered.

He was wearing a crisp black suit, a large blue cape, and a very old-fashioned blue and black-brimmed gentleman's hat on his head.

Inside his suit is a white shirt with a stand-up collar, and the three silver buckles of the cloak are tied under the collar. He wears black gloves on his hands, and the black leather shoes on his feet are polished to a shine.

A gentleman of old style.

The brim of this man's gentleman's hat hangs very low, almost covering half of his face, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly. Under the brim, there is a slightly cold face, a mouth that is always pursed, and

The short white hair beside his ears adds a mysterious atmosphere to him.

But the great lord did not remember that such a person existed in his memory.

"I said, Lord Tyrion, you will see us eventually."

The man walked up to Tyrion, bowed slightly to the high lord, and said:

"Is little Yuna okay?"

"You! It's you!"

The great lord's eyes narrowed, he knew who the person in front of him was.

The phantom of the dead that took away one of his eyes!

According to little Yuna, that is the phantom of death that has disintegrated! The phantom of death that belongs to the death world of Azeroth!

"No, it's not me! It was just the search and confirmation of the Death Blessed, although I helped a little bit. It's really not me who took away your left eye, so don't look at me so angry, Tyrion

Sir, your eyes are sacrifices to the sea of ​​death stars, this is the rule."

A smile appeared on the corner of the mysterious man's mouth. He coughed slightly and said:

"Let's get to know each other again, Lord Tyrion. I, Judas, you can call me, Phantom Stranger. I am not a subordinate of Lord Overlord, but the voice of heaven told me that in this action, I should side with Lord Overlord."
To be continued...