Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"I'm an ordinary person, because... I don't know the reason, I just remember waking up and coming here, and then becoming Klein Moretti."

"So, Klein didn't escape by chance..." Melissa rubbed her eyes.

Should you be sad? should.

But the enemy is dead, and his extraordinary characteristics are all on the table.

So, what to do?

"I'm sorry, I used his identity, and then... the Nighthawks came to investigate, and I..."

"Needless to say, the rest of the matter... forget it." Melissa waved her hand to ask Zhou Mingrui to stop.

"By the way, have you ever thought about going home?" Melissa seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little too awkward, so she casually chatted about a topic.

go home…

Zhou Mingrui's face was bitter, he didn't want to go home.

Traveling through time for no reason... Coming to this world without any warning, everything about him was shattered by the sudden "traveling".

Some people think that time travel is wonderful. Zhou Mingrui also talked about the invincibility of "time travel" in Tieba, and he can predict the ancient and modern times with his single key.

There are three million immortals in the sky, and they must lower their eyebrows when they meet me.

However, when he really came to this world and traveled through time, Zhou Mingrui realized how cruel the big mouth of "reality" is.

He does not have the aura of a protagonist who is ineffective, extraordinary, out of control and contaminated by magic potions. Obtaining extraordinary power is a road to the sky built with bloody corpses. You need to step on the bones, blood and tears of countless people to get to the top...

Ordinary people living in modern society without mobile phones, games, takeaways, or... travel to a world where the steam revolution, the Great Empire, the era of chaos (the prelude to World War I) and potions are combined...

Zhou Mingrui uttered rude and quintessential Chinese words in his heart more than once, such as "Damn Fake".

It's like you traveled through Terra, thinking it was Beast-Ears and the Doctor, and it turned out to be Holy and Loyal Terra!

"Want to, but I can't find my way home."

"Is that so...your home must be very far away, right?"

distant? Maybe a universe away...

"If I win to the end, I will ask Bo Shizun for you." Melissa looked at the surprise in Zhou Mingrui's eyes and said calmly: "I have not forgiven you for everything you have done in his capacity, I just don't want to see it. To the point where a child is homeless.”

"Child... maybe." Compared to Melissa's maturity, Zhou Mingrui understood that he was indeed an immature "child".

"what your name?"

"My name..." Zhou Mingrui thought for a moment and said slowly, "My name is...Sherlock Moriarty."

"That's not your name." Melissa could "see" that Zhou Mingrui was obviously lying.

"Yes, but that's my name in this world."

After thinking for a moment, Melissa nodded.

It makes sense that he gave himself a name after becoming homeless.

"So Sherlock Moriarty, what are you going to do next?"

"...I want to help you win the Stigmata War."

"..."

"Just think of it as the price I paid for borrowing Klein Moretti's identity."

"good."

After the two chatted, Zhou Mingrui returned to his personal room on the second floor.

He reached out and pushed open the door. The inside was exactly the same as when he left.

"Melissa did not enter..." Suppressing his inner emotions, Zhou Mingrui began to simply decorate the spiritual wall.

"The great master of a foreign land..."

"Looking down at the destruction of all things..."

"The incarnation of increasing entropy in the universe..."

Just like their first meeting, Zhou Mingrui once again saw Medea sitting on the Black Iron Throne.

"Fellow, can you help me?"

"???" A black question mark seemed to pop up in Mitya, what's going on with you?

I haven't watched it for a while. What did you do to Klein?

"The thing is like this..." Zhou Mingrui coughed slightly and said slowly: "I have a friend who participated in the Stigmata War. Can you help open the back door?"

A fair and just Stigma War?

Wrong, in Zhou Mingrui's view, the Stigma War is incomplete without the shady story.

Just like the West cannot lose Jerusalem, the Holy Grail War cannot be without a shady story, no, the Stigmata War cannot be without a shady story!

"I can help you, but, compatriot, I am not the only [sponsor] of the Stigmata War now."

"More than one? Hidden Sage?"

Medea shook her head and slowly described it as the third traveler, the Vortex of Destruction.

"Have you ever seen a singer's talent show?"

"I've watched a few variety shows, but they were just short videos."

"Explain it this way.

I am the project planner and organizer, and the Hidden Sage is the investor. The project he invested in me was officially launched in Tingen City.

Then, the gods were the second round of investors and participated in the project as mentors. "

With this explanation, Zhou Mingrui understood instantly.

Medea and the Hidden Sage teamed up to create the [Stigmata War] ritual. Adam and others supported this ritual...all the gods were participants.

Seven stigma holders are equivalent to seven players, and the mentor's turning on or off determines everything.

In other words... what we can see now is just the tip of the iceberg of the complexity of Tingen City.

"Gods..." For a moment, Zhou Mingrui felt extremely troubled.

What the wild Extraordinary people saw was that the number of Extraordinary people in Tingen City gradually increased, and the frequency of Extraordinary events increased...

Captain Dunn, Lord Sesima and other extraordinary people from the Righteous God Sect, they saw that the number and quality of cultists in Tingen City had increased significantly...

The owners of the stigmata see Tingen City as a stage, and they perform performances for the gods...

In the eyes of different people, the city of Tingen is completely different.

'Melissa didn't tell me...' Thinking secretly, Zhou Mingrui himself understood that Melissa didn't want to involve herself further.

"As for opening the back door, although I can't help you openly, I can tell you that several gods have clearly come to support you."

"The fate of those who are now clear is the Goddess of Night, the Angel of Time, the Angel of Imagination, the God of Immortality, and the True Creator... five high-ranking extraordinary beings."

Being able to be recognized by Mitya, Zhou Mingrui naturally knew that any one of them must have the strength to participate, which means that in a sense, they can be regarded as gods descending to fight on their behalf.

"I see."

"Well, other compatriots, do you have anything else you want to ask?"

After a long silence, Zhou Mingrui finally asked the question he had been keeping in his heart.

"How should I get home?"

"Why?" Medea reached out and knocked on the Black Iron Throne, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you want to go home?"

"I don't know either."

"I miss home, so I long to go home. There really is no need for a reason."

"Sorry, the truth of this matter can only be known by a high-sequence Beyonder."

After considering the opinions of Adam and the Night Goddess, whom she had "met" several times before, Medea chose "silence".

"Huh." Zhou Mingrui took a long breath and took a while to adjust his emotions.

"Compatriot, if we can't go home, will you become Russell?"

Before Klein was about to leave, Medea asked her curious question.

Become Russell...see the world as a game.

Zhou Mingrui shook his head.

"I don't know the answer."

"...If you have any questions, you can call me."

"Thanks."

Klein chose an answer