Chapter 1175 (1/2)

Neon lights flickered outside the window. No one knew that just a few hours ago, this place had been devastated. The city had made a spin on the edge of disaster, then staggered lightly and survived.

The metropolis is still bustling and lively. Compared with Gotham in gray color, it is really like a modern open city.

The little spider took off his uniform and wore the common hooded T-shirt of American teenagers. He was in a mess. He was like a young man in high school nearby. He looked in front of the window for a long time, and his sense of alienation from the world became more and more obvious. He was like living in the shadow of the city, and he was like two dimensions with the brilliance of the metropolis.

In the picture, the little spiders are light gray tones, and there is no sense of existence in the space.

This is not an adjective, but a fact. The prophet knocked on the door and came in. He didn't find him at the first time.

”I just suddenly can't see you!” the prophet came to the little spider and said to him.

”I may have gone somewhere else!” the little spider said, ”the clothes you chose for me fit well...”

”That's because I'm already very familiar with you, including the size...” the prophet smiled vaguely, leaned down on the little spider's single bed, looked at him provocatively and said, ”you guess, in a time line, a future, I haven't... Tasted your taste?” she gave the little spider a very suggestive look.

The little spider stammered: ”I... I didn't... wait, you didn't come to me to say these things?”

The prophet sighed and gave up flirting with the innocent spider. She sat up from the bed.

”You just disappeared on the timeline! At that moment, all about your future disappeared. I can't see you... It's like...”

”It's like I suddenly came out of time!” the little spider said.

”You really know what's going on!” the prophet said seriously, ”Peter, you should tell me.”

”This is only the necessary price...” the little spider sat down and said, ”you don't think you won't pay anything by using an artifact that can reverse everything? When you destroy the order of time, time is also eating you back. If I interfere with the law of time, I will naturally be excluded by time until I am exiled outside time.”

”This gem, the eye of agomodo, originally belonged to a mage. He was my comrade in arms. When we fought side by side against the invaders, you reversed time with an artifact and saved a destroyed city. Then he was caught in front of us by the existence outside time.”

”The long river of time protects us from some monsters outside time. Once you break the law, you are excluded by time until you are exiled outside time.”

The prophet said nervously, ”what about now? Are monsters out of time staring at you?”

The little spider showed a sad and funny look: ”remember the mage I said? He did well outside of time. He cut off the peeping of the existence outside of time. Now he is a dimension mage. So when I was excluded by time, I happened to meet him.”

The little spider didn't lie. After using the eye of agomodo and tracing back to the whole metropolis, he found that he had a problem.

He began to gradually alienate himself from the world... Sometimes when he was in a daze, he felt that a second had not passed, and a world had changed around him. When he was walking on the street and preparing to return to the hotel, he seemed to pass by something in a trance on the road, and he found that it was dark.

He stood on the street without any contact with the bustling vehicles and people around him, just as they existed in two different worlds.

The time of the world began to exclude him, and he occasionally appeared out of tune with his surroundings.

At that time, it was the time when time had the lowest protection for him.

Originally, Peter thought he would be captured by the existence outside time, just as he saw strange disappear on the battlefield with his own eyes, but when he was most excluded by time, he felt that he disappeared at this time, he suddenly felt someone standing in front of him and looking at himself, just like a rough glass window between them.