This giant eye looks crystal clear, not like a living creature, but like some kind of magic prop...

That cold gaze made Art unable to move, no, it made the creature attached to Art's perspective unable to move.

But at this moment, the direction of the giant eye's gaze changed slightly.

A creepy feeling.

However, Art had an inexplicable feeling that the giant eye was looking at him!

That cold gaze chilled Art to the bone, making him want to escape quickly.

However, at this moment, a voice sounded.

"Wait...a moment..." a somewhat jerky Allen language sounded, and then gradually became fluent, "Sir Claureto."

!!!

Art was horrified in his heart, what is going on!? Could it be that he has fallen into a trap!? Why!? His strength does not require such a trap at all...

"Relax, Sir Claureto." The voice spread from the giant eye, "Edgworth did not prepare a trap, he did not know about it, and I have no ill intentions towards you."

"I know that with your character, you won't believe my words, so..."

"I'll just tell you the situation." This steady, neutral voice carried a reassuring power, which gradually made Art calm down.

"This is the phantom world, the phantom of the world. You can think of it as a garbage dump for processing waste." The crystal giant eyes will be cast around, "And I am one of the anomalies born here...

.”

"It can't be said that I was born. It should be said that I have not actually 'existed'. You can also say that I have died, whichever you like."

The voice slowly narrated: "At the time when you were there, I had completely disappeared. Everyone thought it was because I defied the will of the world and was erased from the world. However, in fact, this is not the case."

"In other words, if I disobey its will, it will be of no use at all. The cause of my death is because I interfered with time. I simply do not have enough strength to interfere with time, and I do not have the strength to bear the feedback caused by interference. As a person who interferes with time,

The result is that it is wiped into pieces by the power of time."

"In the era when you appeared, I had completely disappeared. I could only talk to you through this method. Now that I am here, I only know some things about the future."

"I am a remnant of the last 'epic era', a failed rebel. I did not disappear like other losers, but I can only linger like this. I can only live in the past time and cannot escape."

"Epic Era?" Art thought with some confusion.

"What do you want to say? By the way, I forgot, you can't communicate with me..." Juyan's voice suddenly paused and seemed to be smiling, "You add some words before communicating with me.

Call it, 'Eye of the Future', I can sense your thoughts."

"Your Excellency Eye of the Future, what is the epic era?" Art was wary and doubtful in his heart.

"The Epic Era... Thousands of years ago in your era, the era when the Wizarding Empire was established and disintegrated." Juyan explained, "In this era, dozens of powerful figures who reached the peak of the world's strength appeared. In less than a thousand years,

The amount of time has reached an amount that was not available in ten thousand or one hundred thousand years in the past."

"Wars, disasters, chaos, destruction, rise, countless major events occurred in the same era. After the final 'victory', it was sung as an epic in people's mouths. However, in such an era, for us, the team is just powerless.

, just a sad drama.”

"Our characters are part of this sad drama. We are unwilling to accept the fate of being manipulated, so we try our best to resist."

"However, the vast majority of people have failed. The losers died in the epic era. Except for the fragments that I preserved in the past by this lingering method, they all died out. The rest did not succeed.

They still haven't been able to break away from the resistance."

Art listened silently to the other person's self-narration.

He could probably understand what the other party meant - the strong man in front of him who could interfere with time and had the means to avoid death by retaining fragments of the past could not successfully resist.

Moreover, such an era is coming again...and you are one of them?

"Then, Lord Eye of the Future, how do you know that I am one of them? Your prophecy spell?"

"Although I predicted you, the real prophet is not me." Juyan explained, "Although I predicted fragments of the future, it was not detailed enough. The real prophet is the only other person who successfully resisted...

..”

"Emperor of the Glorious Empire." Big Eye's voice spread, "He is the only one who has successfully resisted. Many prophecies were left by him before he left."

"Emperor of the Glory Empire..." Art muttered, "Your Excellency Eye of the Future, do you think it is credible?"

He felt something wasn't right.

However, the reaction of the Eye of the Future also exceeded his expectations:

"So what if it's credible, so what if it's not credible? This is the only way...other than that, we can't think of any other way, and we don't know any other way..."

There was a trace of sadness in the voice of the Eye of the Future: "If you don't resist, you can only be a puppet. If you resist, there is at least a glimmer of hope."

"Sir Claureto, if you can, please resist...and don't become a puppet of the world."

"These things are my last gift. If you can escape one day, please don't forget to come back and take me out of the prison."

The giant eye's voice gradually faded and became blurry.

Art's perspective also slowly disappeared and changed.

The white field of vision continued to blur and dissipate.

In the end, there was only a patch of red in Art's vision.

A huge crystal wave, as big as a mountain range, surged towards Art. Red like meteors fell from the sky, and countless memories poured into Art's spiritual sea.

At the same time, a poem sung by an unknown person sounded:

"The neglected cub is tearing at this world woven of cruelty and lies."

"The black crows against the cold fog are whispering crazy songs."

"The black crows also whisper the song of madness."

"This continent is an orchard in full bloom, with ripe, juicy fruits."

"The crows shuttle in the moonlight, and the storm roars with the ice and snow."

"He knew the news was coming."

"The kingdom will vanish into thin air, and even the devil will perish."

In the phantom world, the crystal-clear giant eyes looked at the hesitating giant beast that remained unchanged in front of him, and slowly retreated and disappeared:

"I hope you will succeed, Sir Claudedor..."
Chapter completed!