Crossover Anime: Starting by fusing with an old sword and summoning Morgan

Komao Town Central Business District.

"Eternal Vow" - a top-tier haute couture wedding dress boutique.

This is the place with the highest consumption threshold in the entire city, providing exclusive customized services only to a very small number of wealthy families and pure-blooded demon families.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome.

The floor was covered with a pure white wool carpet that had been airlifted from Türkiye.

Inside the temperature-controlled glass display case, pure white wedding dresses, like works of art, are quietly displayed.

However, at this moment, this usually high-end wedding dress shop is facing a "forced private event" that is enough to make the shop manager's heart stop.

"jingle--"

With one hand in his trench coat pocket, Luo Chen strolled into the store with four stunningly beautiful servants.

"Welcome..."

The moment the store manager and chief designer looked up, the coffee cup in his hand almost fell onto the back of his foot.

He had served countless high-ranking demons and possessed a keen eye for detail.

But these people in front of him... the man in black walking in front, even though he didn't deliberately release any magic, his aura of authority, as deep as an abyss, made him afraid to even breathe loudly.

The four women following behind him were so beautiful that he, a designer who had seen countless beauties, felt inferior.

That's a look and aura that no human being could possibly possess.

"Clear the area."

Luo Chen took out a palm-sized chrysoberyl from the imaginary space and gently tossed it onto the table.

The gemstone emitted extremely pure magical energy.

"We've booked this entire store this afternoon. We've brought out all our top-of-the-line styles. Price doesn't matter, just what best suits them."

"Yes, yes!! Your Excellency! I will clear the area immediately to provide you with the highest level of exclusive service!"

The shop manager stared wide-eyed at the gemstone that was worth enough to buy the entire street.

He practically scrambled into the inner area, dismissed all irrelevant personnel at the fastest speed he had ever done, and personally pushed out a row of hangers filled with top-tier haute couture wedding dresses.

……

at this time.

Standing beside Luo Chen, Artoria was as stiff as a statue.

Her emerald green eyes were fixed on the rows of snow-white, elaborate and gorgeous wedding dresses in front of her.

His breathing became extremely unnatural.

She even subconsciously placed her hand on the hilt of the invisible sword at her waist.

It was as if what lay before them were not clothes, but several demonic dragons that could pounce at any moment.

"Is...is this a wedding dress?"

Her voice was unusually dry and flustered.

"Lady Scáthach, this is absolutely unacceptable! I am the Queen of Britain! A knight wielding a holy sword! This fabric, filled with soft lace, cumbersome skirts, and fabric that restricts even movement, is utterly unsuitable for me!"

"If I'm attacked while wearing this kind of clothing, I won't even be able to cast a normal spell!"

This knight king spent his entire life hiding his gender and bearing the fate of the entire nation as a man.

At this moment, she finally faced the greatest "enemy" of her life.

A wedding dress that symbolizes pure female identity and happiness.

"Oh dear, what a stubborn girl."

Scáthach leaned back lazily on the leather sofa, her long legs crossed.

A playful, amused glint flashed in his wine-red eyes.

She stood up and walked gracefully behind Artoria.

He placed his hands on the Knight King's tense shoulders.

"Saber, this is not Camelot's battlefield. There are no enemies here for you to slay."

"You should have laid down that heavy holy sword long ago."

Scáthach leaned close to her ear and lowered her voice.

"And... don't you want to see what kind of expression your Master will have when he sees you wearing this outfit?"

"That man who always protects us, so powerful and unreasonable, if he loses his composure because of your beauty... as a knight, isn't that another kind of 'victory'?"

"Gurgle..."

Artoria's throat bobbed violently.

The ahoge (cowlick) on the top of his head, which had been taut and straight, softened instantly upon hearing the word "Master".

It even spun around twice, still restless.

She secretly raised her eyes and glanced at Luo Chen, who was standing not far away, watching them with a half-smile.

His handsome face was filled with undisguised expectation and encouragement.

Luo Chen even mouthed "Go ahead" to her.

"boom!"

Artoria's cheeks flushed instantly.

Like a ripe apple.

She bit her lower lip, slowly loosening her grip on the sword hilt, her fingers twisting together.

"Since... since it's the Master's wish..."

"As a knight... to meet my lord's expectations is... my natural duty..."

"That's more like it!"

Scáthach chuckled and picked out an extremely elaborate pure white off-the-shoulder wedding dress from the hanger.

The skirt is adorned with rhinestones and lace.

She shoved Artoria into her arms and pushed and dragged her into the most luxurious fitting room.

"Manager, get your best makeup artist in to help! If you dare ruin this gem of mine, I'll tear your shop down!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please rest assured!"

The store manager quickly wiped away his cold sweat and followed them inside with several female assistants.

The fitting room door closed.

A brief silence fell over the hall.

Luo Chen turned around, his crimson-gold vertical pupils sweeping over the other two women who were still standing there, their expressions extremely unnatural.

Jeanne Alter and Ishtar.

The two were standing side by side, though their eyes were both desperately looking elsewhere.

But their occasional glances at the fitting room and Luo Chen betrayed their deepest desires.

Which girl can resist the allure of a wedding dress?

Moreover, this was in the presence of the Star King, whom she deeply loved and who possessed absolute power.

"What? Are you two planning to stand there like pillars forever?"

Luo Chen walked slowly towards them with his hands in his pockets, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Who, who wants to wear something so light and airy!"

Jeanne Alter, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly took half a step back and crossed her arms over her chest.

His golden vertical pupils were full of arrogant stubbornness.

"I am a vengeful witch! This white rag, a symbol of purity and happiness, will only bring disaster to me! I refuse to be dressed up like a doll like that country bumpkin!"

"Exactly!"

Ishtar echoed this sentiment.

But her red eyes were fixed on a strapless wedding dress studded with tiny rubies on the rack next to her.

He swallowed.

"My divine robes are the most perfect! I don't need mortal clothes to complement them! Unless... unless you beg me, I might consider it!"

"I see..."

Luo Chen deliberately dragged out his words, revealing a "very regretful" expression, and turned to walk towards the sofa.

"Since none of you want to wear them, then forget it. I actually had the manager prepare two 'special' styles, thinking that if you looked good in them, I could grant you one wish tonight."

"It seems this wish can only be left to Lia and her master."

"etc!!!"

Upon hearing "grant one wish," their eyes lit up instantly.

They shouted in unison.

Jeanne d'Arc in black took a step forward and grabbed the hem of Luo Chen's trench coat tightly.

His cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and he gritted his teeth.

"You...you're serious? Any wish is possible?!"

"Ahem! This goddess isn't entirely inflexible!"

Ishtar also came over and grabbed Luo Chen's arm.

His eyes gleamed with the light of money and a competitive spirit.

"If I wear it, you have to come with me to the underworld tonight! I'm going to show off in front of that gloomy girl, Ellie!"

"That depends on your performance."

Luo Chen chuckled, grabbed Black Jeanne's wrist with his other hand, and pulled her closer.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Go, Alter. Let me see what the witch looks like in her wedding dress."

His fingertip touched the void.

Two special wedding dresses, modified from the [Fairy Magic] blueprints that Morgan had left in the system space, instantly materialized in front of the two.

For Jeanne Alter, it was a Gothic-style wedding dress with a train, interwoven with deep purple and dark lace.

The hem of the skirt is embroidered with dark red rose patterns using magic silk thread.

The back features a bold deep V-shaped cutout design.

It perfectly matches the contrasting qualities of her "villainous" and "tsundere" personality.

Ishtar, on the other hand, received a wedding dress with a starry skirt, featuring gold and pure white as its main colors.

The chest and waist are inlaid with genuine divine magical gems.

Under the lights, it shimmered with a dazzling brilliance that even the Sky Boat Maanna could not match.

"This, this is..."

Jeanne Alter stared blankly at the black wedding dress that seemed to have been tailor-made for her.

My heart started pounding uncontrollably.

She always believed that, as someone born as a "fake" and a "revenge," she was never qualified to touch something that represented absolute happiness.

But this man, in such an extremely domineering way, forcefully stuffed happiness into her hands.

"Well, you do have some good taste!"

Jeanne Alter grabbed the black wedding dress, her face flushed, and rushed into fitting room number two like a gust of wind.

They even forgot to close the door properly, leaving only a crack.

"Hmph! This one is barely acceptable for me, though!"

Although Ishtar was picky with words, she was faster than anyone else in action.

Clutching the jewel-encrusted wedding dress, she excitedly rushed into fitting room number three.

The hall finally quieted down.

Luo Chen walked to the leather sofa, sat down, and picked up a cup of freshly brewed black tea.

Scáthach sat opposite him, her long legs crossed.

His wine-red eyes held a lazy smile.

"Master, your skill in balancing things is getting better and better. You can even coax that stubborn witch into submission."

"And what about you, Master?"

Luo Chen put down his teacup and looked intently at the Queen of the Demon Realm.

"Aren't you planning to pick one out too?"

Scáthach chuckled softly.

She stood up and walked to Luo Chen's side.

She straddled his strong thighs with remarkable ease.

She wrapped her arms around Luo Chen's neck, her long, purplish-red hair falling onto his chest.

That stunningly beautiful face, which has stood the test of time, exudes a captivating allure that seems to have seen through everything.

"Master, at my age, those little girls' clothes have long lost their appeal."

"My 'wedding dress'... back in the Land of Shadows, you put it on with your own hands and then tore it to shreds, didn't you?"

She lowered her head slightly, her red lips gently brushing against Luo Chen's earlobe.

His voice was so hoarse it sent chills down your spine.

Feeling the amazing elasticity and warmth of her thighs, and the direct teasing in her ear.

The Crimson Dragon Furnace Core within Luo Chen's body jerked violently.

He wrapped his arms around Scáthach's slender waist, about to launch some "inappropriate" physical counterattack.

"Swish—"

Fitting room number one, right in the center.

The thick velvet curtain was slowly pulled open to both sides by a pair of slightly trembling, fair hands.

Luo Chen stopped moving.

Scáthach stopped teasing him and turned her head away.

The air inside the entire wedding dress shop seemed to be drawn into a vacuum in that instant.

Even the sales assistants, who were used to seeing all kinds of socialites and wealthy women, covered their mouths in disbelief.

So shocked that he couldn't utter a sound.

Artoria Pendragon slowly emerged from the shadows.

She was not wearing any flashy or dazzling jewelry.

There were no exaggerated magic effects used.

She was wearing a classic pure white wedding dress that perfectly embodied purity and nobility.

The off-the-shoulder lace design perfectly showcased her delicate collarbones and snow-white shoulders.

The cinched waistline extends downwards, transforming into a huge skirt that cascades down like layers of clouds.

The hem of the skirt is adorned with tiny silver rhinestones, which resemble stars in the night sky under the lights.

Her signature long blonde hair was not styled into a bun as usual.

Instead, the makeup artist carefully let it fall loosely, allowing it to cascade smoothly down her fair back.

She wore a delicate little crown woven from crushed diamonds on her head.

A white veil cascaded down from behind the crown.

Her stunningly beautiful face, flushed red, was partially hidden.

At this moment, she was no longer the aloof queen who faced despair on Camlann Hill and cried out "I don't understand people's hearts."

He was no longer the swordsman who wielded an invisible sword and was covered in wounds on a rainy night in Fuyuki City.

She was just a girl.

One has finally been relieved of a thousand-year burden.

An ordinary girl who wore the most beautiful clothes of her life for the man she loved.

"Luo...Luo Chen..."

Artoria's voice trembled violently.

She clasped her hands nervously in front of her lower abdomen, her fingers gripping the lace trim of her wedding dress tightly.

She dared not look up and meet Luo Chen's eyes.

With her eyes lowered, her long, golden eyelashes fluttered violently like a startled butterfly.

That usually energetic little tuft of hair was now limp and stuck to the top of his head.

Its owner was clearly on the verge of fainting from the stress.

"I...I'm like this..."

She took a deep breath and finally mustered all her courage.

She raised her eyes, which were brimming with water and as clear as jade.

She looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

"Wouldn't...wouldn't that be strange?"

"This clothing... is far too light for a hand wielding a sword... I don't even know how to walk..."

Dead silence.

Luo Chen remained silent.

Scáthach tactfully stood up from Luo Chen's lap and stepped aside.

He gave the absolute center position to this King of Knights.

Luo Chen slowly stood up.

The languor, the mockery, and the arrogance of a powerful [Three-Digit] expert on his face.

They all vanished at that moment.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity and deep affection.

He strode forward, step by step, toward Artoria.

With each step he took, his heartbeat resonated deeply with that of the girl before him.

When he walked up to her, the two were less than half a step apart.

Luo Chen could even smell the scent of her body, a mixture of the fragrance of shower gel and the natural scent of a young girl.

"Luo Chen..."

Artoria felt weak all over under his intensely aggressive yet incredibly gentle gaze.

She instinctively tried to back away, but found that her legs were completely unresponsive.

Luo Chen stretched out his hands.

Those hands that once tore through the void with their bare hands and crushed stars and demonic pillars.

At this moment, however, it is as gentle as if it were the most fragile treasure in the world.

He gently grasped Artoria's small hands, calloused from years of sword practice.

Pull them off the hem of the skirt.

"Leah."

Luo Chen's voice was deep and hoarse, yet it possessed a penetrating power that struck straight to the soul.

"You just said that this garment is too light for a hand wielding a sword."

"Of course."

Luo Chen lowered his head.

The crimson-gold vertical pupils and those emerald green eyes locked in a fierce struggle in the air.

"Because from the moment you put on this outfit."

"You will no longer need to wield a sword."

Artoria's pupils contracted sharply.

My heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by a warm, large hand, and it stopped beating for a moment.

"The destruction of Camelot is in the past, and Britain's responsibility has been absolved."

Luo Chen's fingers traced upwards along the back of her hand.

He gently stroked her snow-white shoulder, finally resting his hand on her cheek.

His thumb gently caressed her burning skin.

"In my universe, there is no battlefield where you need to charge into battle."

"Even if the sky falls, even if all the alien gods and demon kings descend."

"With me here, all you need to do is stand behind me and be my bride."

Luo Chen's words were like the most powerful magic.

It instantly pierced through the last line of defense in Artoria's heart.

Her eyes reddened.

Large tears rolled uncontrollably from her emerald green eyes.

It crashed onto the pristine white wedding dress.

Those weren't tears of sadness.

Rather, it is the ultimate relief and happiness that comes after a thousand years of suppression and finally finding a safe haven.

"Waaah... Luo Chen... you... big idiot..."

Artoria could no longer maintain any semblance of royal composure.

She suddenly took a step forward and threw herself into Luo Chen's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and buried her face in his black trench coat.

She cried uncontrollably.

"I...I don't need you to stand in front of me...I want to fight alongside you..."

"But...but if you insist on saying that..."

"Then... I'll just... be your Leah for now..."

Feeling the trembling body in his arms, Luo Chen chuckled softly.

He held her tightly in his arms.

He lowered his head and cupped her face, which was covered in tears yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Without hesitation, he kissed her.

This was a kiss devoid of any lust.

Pure, sacred, and filled with an oath called "eternity".

Amidst the interplay of a pristine white veil and a black trench coat.

The souls of the two kings resonated most deeply at this moment.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, an extremely piercing flash of light came from the side.

Luo Chen and Artoria separated as if struck by lightning.

Saber, her face flushed, hid behind Luo Chen, only revealing half of her head.

I turned my head to look.

Mordred somehow acquired a high-definition single-lens camera.

He was excitedly looking at the photos on the screen.

Beside her, Jeanne Alter had already changed into her dark purple gothic wedding dress.

Ishtar also came out wearing that starry wedding dress.

However, when they saw Saber's completely captivated appearance just now...

And when Luo Chen gave that passionate kiss.

In the eyes of the two proud witches and goddesses, a raging fire called "jealousy" instantly ignited!

"Damn it!!"

Jeanne Alter lifted her heavy skirt and rushed over in a fit of rage.

He shoved Luo Chen aside and pointed at Saber, shouting.

"Foul! That's absolutely foul! We agreed we'd all try it together! You country bumpkin, you sneaked off! And you even pretended to cry to gain sympathy!"

"Luo Chen! Me too! You have to say all those lines you just said to her! No, you have to say them ten times more cheesy!"

"Exactly!"

Ishtar also ran over, lifting her skirt, and squeezed to the other side of Luo Chen.

She stomped on Luo Chen's leather shoe and glared at him angrily.

"Doesn't this goddess look a million times better than her in this outfit?! Why do you only kiss her and not me?! You blind nouveau riche! You have to come to the underworld with me tonight! Otherwise, I'll blow up this lousy shop of yours with a celestial vessel!"

Three women in stunning wedding dresses were instantly thrown into a chaotic battleground.

Next to him was Mordred, who was taking pictures and shouting, "Dad got ganged up on!"

Scáthach leaned against the counter, shaking her head helplessly.

A tolerant smile played on his lips.

Luo Chen stood in the very center of the battlefield.

He watched as Artoria, who was being forced back by Jeanne Alter, blushed so deeply she was almost smoking, and stammered, "I didn't run away, this is a normal expression of a knight's emotions."

He did not have a headache.

Instead, an unprecedented feeling of comfort surged within the [Crimson Dragon Furnace Core] inside his body.

"Stop arguing."

Luo Chen suddenly stretched out his arms.

From an incredibly unbelievable angle, he forcibly pulled three women, all dressed in black, white, and star-patterned wedding gowns, into his arms at the same time!

"ah!!"

The three women exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"Since you're already wearing them, let's pay together."

Luo Chen's crimson-gold vertical pupils flashed with extreme domineering and possessiveness.

Ignoring the three men's struggles, he snapped his fingers at the already petrified shop manager.

"These three items, along with all the similar items in your store, will all be packed up and sent to the Fairy Palace."

As for the three of you…

Luo Chen lowered his head and looked at the three "brides" in his arms, whose faces were flushed from being too close.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Since you have so much energy to compete for favor."

"Then let's go back to the room and take our time with the 'fitting session' tonight."

"I will show you what true 'equal distribution of benefits' really means."

"abnormal!!!"

The three women's simultaneous, scathing curses echoed throughout the entire wedding dress shop.

But the body that clung tightly to his chest, showing no desire to leave, became the sweetest footnote in this noisy daily life.

……

In early summer in Fuyuki City, the morning light carries a touch of tender gentleness.

The master bedroom of the Fairy Palace is so spacious that it can accommodate a small knightly duel.

The heavy velvet curtains blocked the glaring sunlight, leaving only ambiguous light and shadow on the carpet.

The air was filled with the lingering scent of roses and a certain sweet aroma.

Three priceless, exquisite wedding dresses—pure white lace, dark purple gothic, and shimmering starry silk—were tragically scattered at the foot of the bed.

Some of them had been torn into irreparable shreds.

Luo Chen leaned against the headboard.

That powerful red dragon body showed no signs of fatigue.

His crimson-gold vertical pupils lowered slightly as he gazed at the exquisite painting in his arms.

Artoria buried half her face in the silk quilt.

The usually energetic tuft of hair was now limp and stuck to his forehead.

Even in her sleep, there was still a trace of lingering redness at the corners of her eyes.

Beside her, Black Jeanne d'Arc clung tightly to Luo Chen's left arm like a cat lacking security.

He mumbled incoherently, "Don't go...don't go looking for that village girl..."

Ishtar's sleeping posture is much more unrestrained.

A long, slender, fair leg stretched across Luo Chen's waist, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

He was probably dreaming that he was sitting on a throne made of jewels.

Luo Chen chuckled softly.

A blue-white glow of the Third Magic lit up at his fingertips.

A gentle and mellow life force, like spring rain, silently flowed into the three women's bodies.

To soothe their sore muscles after overexertion.

"You're already feeling sorry for yourself?"

A cool and elegant voice came from the direction of the terrace.

Morgan le Fay, carrying a steaming cup of black tea, slowly walked into the bedroom.

She wore a deep black silk dress, and her long silver hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

The Fairy Queen's gaze swept over the three unconscious "brides" on the bed.

A hint of undisguised mockery flashed in her ruby ​​eyes.

"Didn't you promise me you'd look stunning at the bridal shop yesterday? You didn't even last until dawn. Even the knights and goddesses of pan-human history have stamina like this."

"If you keep mocking them like this, this house will turn into a battlefield again when they wake up."

Luo Chen carefully pulled his arm out, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

The black casual clothes instantly covered the body through a magical weave.

He walked over to Morgan and naturally put his arm around her slender waist.

He lowered his head and gave her a good morning kiss with the scent of black tea on the corner of her lips.

"Furthermore, if you hadn't secretly added three layers of soundproofing outside the room last night, all the demons in Kuoh Town would have come on a pilgrimage this morning."

"Hmph, I just don't want those lowly creatures to hear my husband's voice."

Morgan turned her head away haughtily, but her body honestly leaned into his arms.

"However, it seems that the comfortable days are about to come to an end."

Luo Chen raised his head, his gaze passing over the terrace and looking up at the azure sky.

But in his view, he saw a more distant and vast dimensional structure.

"System," he murmured to himself.

[Yes, host.]

[Interference level of the current world (High School DxD) has reached its peak. Daily rest period ended.]

[Analyzing the coordinates of a new higher-dimensional world...]

[Coordinates locked: Honkai Impact 3rd - Starry Sky Railway.]

[World Overview: A vast universe comprised of countless galaxies, planets, and civilizations. Its underlying logic is supported by the "Tree of Imaginary Numbers" and the "Sea of ​​Quanta." Within this sea of ​​stars exist supreme life forms, each possessing a different "destiny," and revered as "Star Gods."]

"Starry Sky Railway? Star God?"

A sharp glint flashed in Luo Chen's eyes.

Of course he knows about this world.

It was a universe with an extremely vast stage.

There are no magic spells or Servants, but there are trains that traverse the sea of ​​stars, messengers that can shatter planets, and gods that represent the ultimate philosophical concepts.

"What's wrong? Did you encounter some interesting prey?"

Morgan keenly sensed the change in his aura.

"A universe filled with stars, trains, and so-called 'star gods.'"

Luo Chen withdrew his gaze, a haughty smile curving his lips.

"The rules there are unlike any world we've ever experienced. Those star gods, their 'quality' and 'concept' have reached or even surpassed the will of the planet."

"Oh?"

Morgan's eyes lit up as well.

For this witch who pursues the ultimate in magic and truth, the unknown laws of the universe are the most advanced experimental materials.

"This sounds much more interesting than these singularities that just hover around Earth. When are we setting off? I need to prepare the warp spell for the space fortress."

"No, I'll go alone this time."

Luo Chen pressed down on her hand.

Why?

Morgan frowned slightly.

"Because that is the 'universe'."

Luo Chen explained patiently.

"That world is a complex web of power dynamics. There's the Antimatter Legion, the Star Core Hunters, the Interstellar Peace Corporation… and the lofty Star Gods. While with my current [Two-Digit] domain of authority, nothing can truly threaten me, you are different."

"If we descend with our entire families, we'll easily become targets of those 'Star Gods.' Before we understand the underlying laws of imaginary numbers, I don't want you to take any unknown risks."

Luo Chen cupped Morgan's face in his hands and gently stroked her fair cheek with his thumb.

"I'll go scout ahead first. Once I find a planet in that universe with nice scenery and no flies to bother me, and establish the coordinates for the 'New Fairy Palace,' I'll open the portal to bring you there."

"Before this, you had to keep these troublesome little ones at home in check."

Morgan gazed into his deep, reddish-gold vertical pupils for a long time, then sighed softly.

She knew that this man's decision could not be changed.

Moreover, what he said was indeed the safest option.

"I see."

Morgan took a half step back, resuming her noble and aloof queenly demeanor.

"I'll keep an eye on what's behind us. But Arthur, listen to me carefully—"

"In that universe full of stars, if you dare to pick up any random 'Star Goddess' or 'Star Core' women behind my back..."

Morgan's magic umbrella slammed heavily on the ground.

"I'll sever your cross-boundary passage, leaving you to wander forever in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers."

"Don't worry. I've always had very high standards."

Luo Chen chuckled softly, then turned and walked towards the edge of the terrace.

He didn't wake Saber and the others, nor did he disturb Tamamo Cat, who was preparing breakfast downstairs.

There's no need for formalities when parting; this is just a short "business trip."

"—Simulated Star Chart: The Truth of the Stars."

Luo Chen raised his right hand and made a sudden slash with his five fingers in the air.

No magic or machine was used.

He relied solely on the terrifying energy unleashed by the [Third Star Particle Body] within his body to tear open a crack leading to the branches of the "Tree of Imaginary Numbers".

A purple-gold nebula swirls within the crack.

The vast aura does not belong to this world.

"I'm leaving. Wait for my coordinates."

Luo Chen didn't turn around and stepped directly into the deep starry sky.

The crack closed instantly behind him, leaving no trace.

Morgan stood on the terrace, looking at the spot where Luo Chen had disappeared.

He picked up the slightly cool black tea, took a sip, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"The universe... I hope the 'gods' there are a bit more resilient than those on Earth."