How could it be — an astrolabe?
Roland took a long time to recover from his shock.
Unlike the core of a Fallen Evil, such an object would only appear in the bodies of pure magic creatures and Oracles. Ordinary Martialists were no match for it.
If the Martialist Association gathered their strength and planned meticulously, they might have a chance to kill such an enemy, but they would definitely not hand over the astrolabe so casually. Using express delivery to deliver a dangerous object that could infect and corrode others at any time was almost child's play.
But if it was not sent by the Association, who could have done it?
Roland checked the address and phone number. Both were fabricated, and the only trustworthy thing was the odd number, which indicated that it came from the same city. It was obvious that the sender did not want him to know his identity.
The problem was that this was not a wise move by the other party. The express delivery company did not verify the sender's identity to reduce costs, and it would be easy for them to find out the truth. Could they hide their tracks by fabricating an address? In modern society, this was almost impossible. By investigating the surveillance cameras and interrogating the courier, they would be able to lock onto the target very quickly.
But Roland was hesitant to use the Association's power to track down the sender.
From the results, it was obvious that the other party knew his background and had a certain degree of goodwill towards him. Otherwise, they would not have sent such a troublesome object to the apartment.
No matter what, the person who helped him weaken the corrosive power should be on the same side. Since the other party did not wish to be exposed, it might be better for him to maintain the status quo.
Roland rubbed his forehead and decided to think about this problem later.
The most important thing now was to deal with the astrolabe in front of him.
He shifted his attention back to the box.
If the astrolabe came from the rift monster, he could directly fuse with it. But if it came from the Oracles, wouldn't that mean …
No, how could that be possible. Roland laughed involuntarily. It was already very exaggerated to be able to kill the rift monster, and the Oracles were not so easy to deal with. Even Fei Yuhan could only bitterly hold on, so it was better for him not to daydream about such a beautiful thing.
He placed his hand on the astrolabe.
The latter seemed to have been revived from the stillness of time. The blue and white spots of light began to spin again, and the center grew brighter and brighter until a dazzling pillar of light burst out. At this point, everything was normal, and it was exactly the same as the fusion he had witnessed several times.
But in the next second, the world suddenly fell into darkness, and a large amount of consciousness surged into his mind like a tide. At the same time, it brought with it unbearable pain!
Under the raging waves, Roland almost lost consciousness. It took him a lot of effort to stabilize his mind. When everything slowly calmed down, he opened his eyes again and found himself standing in a void. The snowflakes were still there, but after experiencing it for the third time, his brain seemed to be better able to filter out the irrelevant noises.
… Alright, it was actually true.
It seemed that he had to investigate the other party's identity.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked around.
This time, it's still the universe background?
Because the surroundings were too empty, he couldn't be sure. Compared to the consciousness fragments he had experienced the last time, it was obviously darker this time, as if the stars were hidden.
It took Roland quite a while to find a reference point among the sparse snowflakes. It was a dim ball of light that looked like it was about to be extinguished, and it was as small as the tip of a needle embedded in the black background.
Following this point, he found even more balls of light.
When he saw this, he wasn't sure if he was in the universe.
Because the light clusters were arranged neatly and spaced evenly, it didn't look like something natural celestial bodies could do.
"Let me ask you, what is gravity?"
Just as Roland was looking around with his eyes wide open, a voice suddenly sounded behind him, causing his hair to stand on end!
He suddenly turned around, only to notice that there was a gray shadow there. The other party was erratic, as if it didn't have a physical body.
Obviously, this wasn't any language that he was familiar with, and it was even hard to determine whether it was a language or not. Although he didn't understand the reason, he realized that the content reflected in his mind had been simplified — it was as if the other party had sent out a complicated electromagnetic wave, but most of it had been filtered by a filter, leaving only the content that he could understand.
"Are you … asking me?" Roland asked carefully.
[Gravity is the most revered force in this world.] "Yes," replied another voice in his mind, and this one sounded familiar.
Roland couldn't help but roll his eyes.
First, the sudden appearance shocked him, and then the mysterious question. He thought that he was also involved in this fragment, but he didn't expect that he was just a bystander.
"That's right, it's common, stable, and the more magnificent, the stronger …
"It allows the moment to condense, and the nothingness to take form. Only then can life take root, and civilization survive. "
The voice gradually became rhythmic, as if it was singing loudly.
"And the first force that every race recognized was gravity — it was both a cradle and a shackle. The history of civilization's progress was a history of resistance to get rid of gravity.
"From leaving the earth and flying into the sky, to going to a faraway place, it's all the same.
"Now, it has once again become our obstacle, and also the last obstacle.
"The risk is unpredictable, I don't recommend implementing the Gateway Plan. "
"Every step forward is accompanied by risk, you should know this."
"I know. So my suggestion has never changed from the beginning. "
"But you still helped me complete it." The gray figure flickered twice. "For this plan, I have waited for thousands of years. Now let it begin."
Wait, what was the Gateway Plan? What did the last obstacle mean? Roland felt that he seemed to have missed some important information, but no matter how he opened his mouth or thought about it, no matter how he asked, the other party didn't respond to his call.
"… I understand." "
"Hum …"
As the voice in his mind fell, more snowflakes appeared.
Based on past experience, when the fragment was nearing its end, the flow of time should have accelerated, but without any reference, it was difficult for him to make an accurate judgment.
Roland saw that the light clusters began to move toward the center, but their brightness did not increase but decreased, and soon it became pitch-black. The rest of the light clusters flew into the darkness like moths to a flame, without the slightest pause. It was impossible to calculate how many converged in the end. The process seemed to happen in an instant, but also seemed to be extraordinarily long —
Finally, as if a limit had been broken, a dazzling red light suddenly bloomed in the darkness, and in the blink of an eye, it swept across the entire world!
Its speed was far faster than light, and by the time Roland reacted, it had already completed its sweep, and everything returned to its original state.
But Roland knew that this world was completely different — a drastic change was happening!
The first to respond was the gray figure, it disintegrated like mist under the light.
Then came more death information — they happened in every corner of the darkness, countless annihilation and withering occurred one after another. Roland couldn't see this scene with his eyes, but it was reflected in his mind: the city in the distance burned, the orbit around the planet fell apart, the fish in the stream stopped swimming, the insects in the cave rotted into a pool of filth...
Even his body, which was floating in the void, began to change and distort.
At this moment, there was no difference whether life was of a high or low level.
The snowflakes also occupied his entire vision at this moment.
When everything was over, the scene of the bedroom reappeared in his eyes. Roland endured the strong discomfort, gritted his teeth and moved to the window. The warm afternoon sun shone on him, and the lively street below made him heave a sigh of relief.
Only then did he realize that his cheeks seemed to be a little wet.
He probed it with his finger, and it was a line of tears.
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