The gap between virtuality and reality is quietly wandering with a round table.

Snap!

A handsome young man in a red suit casually pulled a chair open and sat down.

The suit is as bright as blood and as dazzling as fire.

"What are you doing... Is the theme of this time a roundtable? It's not as down-to-earth as the last bath center!"

At the other end of the round table, a **** mature man had already taken his seat.

A look that sees through everything comes out from that magical artifact.

He crossed his hands, supported his arms on the table, and asked coldly.

"Why don't I remember the theme of 'bath center'? What strange things did you do..."

A bright smile appeared on the red suit, and he leaned back and said indifferently.

"It's nothing. Maybe I'm still in the rising period and I'm more energetic! An old man like you who struggles to maintain his existence is indeed difficult to have time to appreciate that glory, hehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

"Damn it!"

Black-framed glasses were furious, and the whole round table was trembling!

"I was also a rich second generation at the beginning. I have never experienced any glory! You can only be in..."

Buzz —

The golden light flowed over, illuminating the entire dim space and making this small round table shine.

Wearing gold and silver, the light is filled with brilliance, a noble lady who looks like Cleopatra arrives here.

It was like running sand rubbing, a magnetic and slightly dry sound slowly flowing out of the healthy brown neck.

"Enough, Watcher, don't talk nonsense with this young boy. Your style is almost lowered to the same level by him. It's as thin as the 70-year-old man's **. It can only be described as tragedy!"

The black-framed glasses, known as Wocher, looked sad and angry, pointing at their charming face.

"Hey...Crit, don't use that strange adjective, I'm obviously in my prime!"

Unwatching Wocher's protest, the lady's three golden eyes fluttered, and she stared at the red suit with dissatisfaction.

"The quality of newcomers is really getting worse every day, it's worrying, you guy..."

"Let you find a few qualified [testers] and see what monsters and monsters you are looking for! They move bricks at the construction site, wash dishes at the restaurant, and mop the floor at nightclubs..."

"Drink! What do you mean? Do you look down on the working people? You know, they are the most powerful people in the world!"

The red suit jumped onto the round table excitedly, pointed at Crete condescendingly, and let out a roar belonging to the lower class people!

"A serious warning, and a heavy blow next time!"

Crete and Vochel looked at each other.

After a while, the lady spread her hands and said to the black-framed glasses with expressionless expression.

"Why are you still standing there? Beat her! This is the [world] you created. Don't tell me that you can't even take this kid!"

Wocher stammered as hesitated, scratching his hair.

"You...you know too. I'm already an old man, the kind that's about to get buried. Ahem, I mean 'that aspect'."

"I still have to maintain the [Supervision Network] and always pay attention to the current trends of the [Trial Selectors], so as not to let them make trouble and attract the attention of supervisors from various countries. I really don't have much energy to 'that' with young people..."

Hearing this, the noble lady hugged her hands, turned her head away like a resentful woman without saying a word.

It can be seen that she doesn't want to fight with the red suit...

quack--

I don’t know when black feathers fell.

A dark crow with scarlet eyes perched on a seat on the round table.

Around it, the space seems to have only two colors of black and white.

Full of obscure and mysterious aura, it constantly changes and flows in the surrounding space.

Looking at the crow exuding a strange aura, the red suit showed an extremely excited gaze, jumped to the other side, like an old man playing with a bird, stretched out his finger to tease him.

"Hehe, is this matter so exaggerated? Even the [Death Grand Secretary] was condescending to attend? Didn't it just kill a few people? People, no matter how many people died every day, they wouldn't be missing... Ouch!"

I saw the dark crow's black steel beak pecking hard on the fingers of the red suit, and the red blood immediately flowed out, like a trickle of water flowing into the gorgeous and dazzling suit.

A trace of black smoke like burning plastic continued to spread from the fingers, and the blood flowing from the wound seemed to never stop.

The red color of the suit became more and more gorgeous, and the smile on his face became brighter.

The air was filled with a dead atmosphere, and Crete and Vochel held their breath and kept silent.

The eyes seem calm, but in fact there is an unimaginable astonishing confrontation!

This is a contest between... [realm]!

There is a [realm] in space, and there is a [realm] in cognition. Where the body is and where the mind is, it is the [realm].

The place where the two really fight is not in this [world]!

I don’t know how long it took, but the blood that flowed had dried up and the black smoke stopped spreading.

The crow's feathers became a little dimmed, and then returned to their original state, but the red suit became even more gorgeous!

The golden light shone in the three beautiful eyes of Crete, and it was incredible.

"How...how is it possible that your existence has not disappeared?"

The only response to her was an extremely bright smile.

Holding the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, Wocher shook his head and sighed.

"The times are indeed to be handed over to you young people. When I brought you into it, you were just a little lunatic. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, you have become a self-contained person... a big lunatic!"

He sucked his fingers that were pecked and said with a smile on his red suit.

"Over-worthy, too-worthy, hehehe... just leave it to me if you want to change the world, just leave it to me. You can quit your job and spend your old age with peace of mind! By the way, leave all the [Death Realm] you have at your hands to me, hehehe..."

However, no one noticed that there was an inconspicuous guy next to the round table.

He looks average and dresses like a idle house at home. He can't find any outstanding adjectives to express his temperament. In short, it's the kind that is difficult to find when thrown into the crowd.

[Today, it is also a day when I am treated as air...]

During the chatting of each other, more and more people were on the round table.

But no matter how many new people join, this seemingly small round table can always give it a place.

In the end, there were more than 200 people sitting around the round table!

Of course, this is just a slight corner for the dark world that exists like floating ice.

An elegant man wearing monocle glasses drank the hot tea brought in the kettle and tapped his fingers on the round table.

"It's almost done, everyone who should come is here. Don't join in the fun if you are late. Stop the blockade of the world, Wocher!"

Bang!

Wocher, sitting in the right position, snapped his fingers, and the entire dark space trembled violently, as if the TV scene was presbyopia in a daze.

Then, the round table space stabilized, and white illuminated the entire world like a spotlight!

Under the light, each living body sitting at the round table has different shapes and diverse races, which looks like the scene of the alien conference in science fiction novels.

As the host, Wocher didn't bother to go too far and went straight to the point.

"Very good. Thank you to all the compatriots in the [Society] for taking a little time out of their busy schedules and discussing the current severe situation so that our great [Natural Disaster] plan will not fail to go bankrupt..."
Chapter completed!