Jon felt that he was falling in the darkness.
This was the normal reaction after escaping from the Demon Fairy Castle. Jon drifted left and right in the darkness, like a silent duckweed in the water, his soul drifting with the waves.
But today's drifting time seemed to be a little longer.
No.
Jon tried hard to gather his spirit.
But he failed.
What is this feeling?
Helga's words suddenly jumped into Jon's mind.
Hint.
It's a hint.
It's the kind of black magic that controls one's mind.
Jon immediately realized what was going on. After returning to the body from the Demon Fairy Castle, the soul will go through a wandering state, like a wandering ghost in the Hogwarts castle.
Under normal circumstances, this state will not last long, and one can return to it in a few breaths.
So.
He was trapped outside his own body.
There was an inexplicable sound of footsteps guiding him, attracting him little by little into the deeper darkness. Then, there were countless shadows that could not be seen clearly coming out from the end of the darkness. They were singing songs, attracting Jon to the end.
But Jon knew that the end was death.
"Sorry, I haven't lived long enough."
Jon's voice was like a whisper. He gave up on the condensation of his consciousness, and even deliberately urged it to dissipate.
Three.
Two.
One.
The restriction was triggered.
The protective measure that Helga left in Jon's soul was automatically activated when it felt Jon's consciousness dissipating, and began to collect Jon's soul.
In an instant.
Time seemed to stand still, and the shadows in the distance and the sound of the singing were frozen in place.
It was as if someone had opened up a hole in the void. A honey badger leaped out of the hole with a purple glow and scattered the figures in the darkness. Then, it held Chown's collar in its mouth and climbed up.
The next moment, he flew out of the crack and was shrouded in the light outside.
Then, the blue ocean drowned him.
The honey badger was still guiding him from behind. From the way he had just fallen to the ground, all around him was a rich 'magic liquid'. Jon did not even need to look carefully to feel the huge amount of energy contained in these liquids.
It was boundless, and his sight and soul's perception couldn't move an inch. It was like a thin string that couldn't move a heavy boulder. The Mana here was so dense that Jon couldn't use his current spells.
This was the deepest level of the world.
The place where magic gathered, the place where souls were born and perished, and the cornerstone of the existence of gods in the world … The world that Roynar Ravenclaw had once led him to see appeared before Jon once again.
A moment later, Jon was dragged out of the sea by the honey badger.
…
"What a worrisome young man."
The slender figure that appeared on the surface of the sea slowly walked over on the waves, creating circles and circles of ripples on the surface of the water.
Behind her, the purple skirt fluttered up and down with the ripples, but it was not wet by the 'water'.
The honey badger that was guiding Jon jumped from behind Jon, jumped a few times on the water, and plunged into her.
Then, it turned into a golden honey badger embroidered on the skirt.
And around her, countless flowing golden lights condensed into a swaying glow. Her green eyes were cast at Jon from a distance.
Jon looked at the familiar young face and the green eyes that were exactly the same as his own. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Oh, he was now in a soul state, so there was no saliva.
"Let's go, little guy."
She held the skirt with one hand, like a little girl who accidentally broke into a banquet. She smiled slyly and helplessly.
"Let's go home."
…
The so-called home was naturally going back to the Demonic Fairy Castle.
Jon opened his eyes. In front of him was the familiar garden. The sunlight of the Demonic Fairy Castle that would never disappear penetrated the treetops above his head.
He sat on the swing in the garden.
The elves flew and chirped under the shade of the trees, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Fragrance of flowers?
How could there be fragrance of flowers in the Demonic Fairy Castle?
Jon was a little surprised. Because this was not a real space, everything in the Demonic Fairy Castle only "existed".
He could see it, he could touch it, but there was no smell.
But today, there was the fragrance of flowers.
"You found it?"
Helga, who had changed into her usual clothes and was no longer young, sat next to Jon and looked kindly at the dazed Jon.
"Surprised, right?"
"Not really. The changes in the Demonic Fairy Castle have been going on, I just didn't notice before."
Jon looked at Helga. He had just escaped death, but he did not feel that uncomfortable.
Speaking of which, he had almost forgotten that he had already experienced death once.
"I was busy with those miscellaneous things before, so I didn't have time to observe this. But, these things should be over soon." His voice did not seem to fluctuate, like the silent void outside the floating island of the Demonic Fairy Castle. "Just like you said, I was wrong before."
Jon raised his hand to catch a falling elf. Not long ago, what Helga said to him was not wrong. In the past, he was indeed too indecisive.
No, it wasn't that he was indecisive, but that he was ridiculously wrong.
What kind of peaceful life do you want?
As long as he still had those memories of the future in his mind, he was destined to not be able to live a peaceful and ordinary life before everything was settled.
All those beautiful plans in the past seemed so fragile in the face of death.
No one knew which would come first, the accident or tomorrow.
Then..,
Might as well shatter the accidents that might happen.
After a narrow escape from death, Chown's worldview had changed a lot.
The escape that he originally wanted did not come. Instead, there was an additional burden in his heart, and a little anger that burned inexplicably.
He clearly did not want to get involved in this matter. He only wanted to follow the trend and get some benefits, but those black Wizard actually tried to kill him as soon as they came up.
"No, Jon."
Helga hugged Jon's shoulder and said softly, "This is not your fault.
"It's not your fault. Those dark sorcerers came looking for you."
The legendary witch's face showed some self-blame. It did not take long for Jon to transform into a satisfactory appearance, but she was not happy at all.
For the first time in a long time, she saw Jon so cold.
In the past, she always felt that this child was very outstanding. He was kind, intelligent, upright, and not impulsive. He met all the standards of a Hufflepuff.
However, this somewhat dejected Jon made her feel that it was more real.
People always had to grow up, and parents and elders could not always protect them.
Fortunately, it was already very early.
To complete such an important matter in such a short time, even Helga felt that it was unreal.
"I'm fine, ancestor."
Jon carefully composed his emotions. "This time, I should be able to return to my body."
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