master transferred to spellcaster

In the ever-changing sea of ​​bright yellow, the dream fragments carrying too heavy memories finally melted little by little.The crying figure that maybe only he remembered also dissipated like foam on the sea.

Gojo Satoru quietly watched the boy and the dream go away.

"I can actually breathe."

The target in sight completely disappeared, Gojo Satoru touched his nose, and tried to turn 180 degrees like in water, turning into the upside-down position from before.

There is no feeling of head congestion, it seems that there is no gravity in this place.

He flicked it casually, and the energy went straight through the seemingly empty space, and finally disappeared completely as if absorbed by something.

In the perception of the six eyes, countless spherical objects are scattered in this endless space without order, and it should be a different dream world without accident.However, He passed through the dream world just now, but it was like passing through the realm of nothing.

as well as--

Just like the first time, the bright yellow object still regards his lower limit as nothing, and even after adjusting the defense range, it only slows down the speed of approaching him a little.

The unlimited protection that Wujo Satoru opened up around his body can be regarded as a force field, and the force field itself is built on matter.

If the No Lower Limit is compared to an extremely fine fishing net, under his adjustment, the attack received is considered to be a fish whose size is much larger than the mesh of the fishing net. Since the unknown object can pass through the No Lower Limit, then its essence may be like water. .It is a matter of course that water can pass through fishing nets.

However, after he adjusted the category of no lower limit again for this conjecture, the development of things proved that this inference may be wrong.

Compared with fishing nets and water, unknown objects are more like the existence of the same quality as fishing nets, so even if the lower limit is a wall without holes at all, unknown objects can blend in without hindrance, and then really touch him.

Using a scientific explanation, this unknown object is probably like an atom, but it happens to be a living object... The source of life?

Think about the primordial goddess Tiamat I just saw not long ago, and the black mud that fills the entire bay and can create and assimilate all things.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't help being silent.

Although the properties seem to be a bit similar, it should be... no?

There is no underworld or goddess of the underworld in modern Japan. If there is such a thing, even he dare not say that he can handle it.

Sure enough, hurry up and find a way to get out of here first.

Hmm... a bit troublesome.If no measures are taken, he should fall asleep again in 5 minutes, and then wake up in someone's dream.The time elapsed in this is uncontrollable, and it is not very conducive to the current situation no matter how you say it.

Instead of falling into a passive situation, actively pick a dream state.It is best to find someone he knows and exchange information, so that more countermeasures may be introduced.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru, who was about to draw a random dream, suddenly stopped.

The message from Six Eyes told him that a submarine was approaching his location.

Submarine-navigation-boat?

What the hell? ?

A seemingly normal means of transportation appeared normally in this weird place, and it simply collided with a different kind of ridiculous style.

There were 3 minutes left before the bright yellow unidentified object completely passed through No Lower Limit and reached him. It didn't take long for Gojo Satoru to decide to meet this leisurely submarine first.

As the distance shortened, the shape of the submarine gradually became clearer.

The first thing that catches the eye is the gorgeous paintwork—huh? ?

Highly saturated red and blue are the main colors, the main body is streamlined, and the mechanical limbs at the bottom move in an orderly manner, adjusting the forward direction and speed with the soft fins on both sides.

A layer of faint white smoke adheres to the surface of the submarine, continuously gathers along the streamlined shell to the tail end, and then circulates back to the front end through some kind of machine. Occasionally, a few strands of white smoke that have not had time to be recovered grow long The ground dragged behind the submarine, clearly pointing out the direction when it came out.

The bright yellow unidentified objects seemed to be afraid of the layer of white smoke, and crowded to the sides of the submarine.

In short, it seems to be very secretive.

It seems that even in order to avoid these unknown objects, he has decided to board this ship.

Gojo Satoru was thinking about how to go up to say hello, whether it is better to board the ship directly by force, or to be polite first, then one of the mechanical claws under the submarine suddenly extended, stretched out to the front of the submarine, and swung at him. wave.

Is this...calling him over?

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself.

The mechanical claw showed a thumbs up.

"Pfft hahaha, what is this?" Gojo Satoru floated to the front of the submarine and knocked on the opaque window.

A large cloud of white smoke spewed out from above the submarine, and a round door appeared in it.Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, and jumped in neatly.

Below was a small cubicle that wasn't quite spacious. After he jumped in, the door above was closed tightly, and thick white smoke spewed out from the holes on the four walls.

The radio hidden on the ceiling made a buzzing sound, and then a voice that was so familiar that it was even heard just now sounded, "Leonardo Da Vinci is on the stage... Welcome to Arrival? Finch’s well-designed special submarine for the Sea of ​​Dreams—”

"Now it is a necessary disinfection procedure for every passenger, please don't panic, wait patiently for 2 minutes, and the staff will guide you to leave later—"

Two minutes later, the seemingly seamless wall in front of Gojo Satoru split open, opening a passage for people to pass through.

"Mr. Gojo, passenger, please follow me."

The sound came from the feet. The little robot that appeared on Francis Drake's pirate ship before had a new livery and was politely posing as a guide.

Passing through the winding corridors and mechanical doors, Gojo Satoru combined the routes he had traveled in his mind, and found out without much effort that he was walking towards the bow of the ship, that is to say, Da Finn Qi seemed to be inviting him to the main control room.

Trust him so much?

Leaving aside the friendship in Fujimaru Tachika's dream, not only did they not have much contact in reality, but after the appearance of the object called "fantasy tree", it seemed that they were already hostile, right?

Such enthusiasm now inevitably makes people suspect that it is a Hongmen Banquet.

But is Gojo Satoru the kind of person who would be afraid of the Hongmen Banquet?Obviously not, it is estimated that they will come to the door openly, eat and take, and then open the stall by the way.

Leaving that aside, the da Vinci he knew in the dream wasn't the type to do such a thing.

At least this point Wujo Wu can still be sure.

Another mechanical door opened, and behind the door was no longer a narrow passage, but a spacious main control room.

The complex operating table is covered with screens displaying dense data, and the glass directly in front should have been specially treated. Looking out from the inside of the glass, you can clearly see the outline of the originally invisible dream.

Da Vinci sat on a swivel chair and turned around, "Welcome, Gojo-san."

"Presumably you must have a lot of doubts now, no problem, I will answer them one by one for you. Before that, I need to emphasize one point—"

A serious expression appeared on this face that was always recognized by the world with a smile.

"My previous judgments and inferences were wrong. Although the fantasy tree has appeared, this world is by no means the Lost Belt. Chaldea's position is not against yours. I am here to seek your cooperation on behalf of Chaldea. "

"If what you said is true, of course I won't resist cooperation." Wujo Satoru sat comfortably on the chair pushed by the little robot, folded his arms, and looked at Da Vinci.

"I swear in the name of beauty that what I say is true." Da Vinci snapped his fingers, and the little robot presented a stack of paper full of writing and drawing.

"To be honest, it hasn't been long since I confirmed this fact. I was pulled in here just after checking the calculation. This is the verification data and process I copied from memory. You can watch and listen."

It all started when she received the email signed M.

As expected, the man behind the scene was no surprise to her. It was the legendary Napoleon of the criminal world, James Moriarty, the sworn enemy of Sherlock Holmes.

"I didn't intend to come forward and watch until the end, um——as expected, it would be better to intervene a little."

The man was wearing a British-style vest suit, his white hair was combed neatly behind his head, leaving only a loose strand hanging down. He obviously looked like a full-fledged British gentleman, but somehow he made people feel full of vigilance—— Especially those who know their real names.

"If it continues like this, it will be safe to enter BADEND, which is somewhat uninteresting."

"Let me give you a hint - pay attention to the order."

"Since we have decided to make a move, how about giving more information? Otherwise, maybe Lixiang will hate you in the future? Maybe you will be said that Dad really hates it."

"Wow! What a treacherous and sinister threat!" The man's eyes widened, his gray beard trembled, "My fragile heart will die when I hear such words!"

"Since this is the case, get some more information."

"Hmph, this is a bleeding show. For the master's sake - find that follower named Ashiya Michimitsu, he is the source of everything."

"It's him?!" The beautiful eyebrows frowned, and then quickly let go, "It turned out to be him."

"One last question, where did you get this information?"

"Hehe, although I don't dare to compare myself to an all-round genius in terms of intelligence, I have been the opponent of Sherlock Holmes anyway." Moriarty evoked a mysterious smile, "And, a little more in that paragraph Memories of the last journey."

call disconnected...

"Although the time is a bit late, I got some very critical information." The memory came back, and Da Vinci continued, "The relationship between the fantasy tree and the belt of lore is that the tree of fantasy comes first, and the belt of lore follows. The Lost Belt can be seen to some extent as a hypothetical world that spread out from the fantasy tree, a world without a future that should have ended in the past."

"I have looked through your history, and there is no obvious sign of destruction. If I insist, it is just like today. Therefore, it can be said that your world appeared before, and this fantasy tree is an outsider."

"Although there are still some strange places, your world is undoubtedly an independent world."

"Since the fantasy tree is foreign, there must be someone who brought it and planted it. At present, the most suspected person behind the scenes is—"

"Michiman Ashiya."