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"Haven't you already thought about it in your mind?" An Ran curled up the corners of her mouth and smiled softly.

"No, it's impossible!" Master Mirror shook his head frantically and shouted, "There can't be a true God in this world! Even if it's a projection..."

"I'm really sorry, I'm not a projection." An Ran said lightly.

Master Mirror's pupils contracted sharply, his expression filled with indescribable shock. If it wasn't a projection, then it meant the other party was the true god. And to be able to present himself in this form, he wasn't even an ordinary true god!

escape!

Without any hesitation, Master Mirror's body instantly shattered into pieces like a piece of crushed tofu, splitting the space and flying in all directions.

"This devil actually has such an interesting way to escape." Even An Ran couldn't help but pause when she saw this scene, a smile on her face. "In that case, then I'll play with you." With a light stroke of his palm, a door was suddenly opened.

"Wait, Anran!" Xili shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Ah, I almost forgot about the important matter." An Ran smiled and said softly, "I will stay in this world for a while. We will meet again when you are done with your work." After that, she stepped into the door.

"Hey, what's that?" Ciri was confused and a little bit unbelievable.

Gone? He just left like that? Without any regrets, without any concern for her current situation? She was going to be used as a breeding tool, and you don't care?

Just when Ciri was filled with resentment and even felt a little unbelievable, the effect of pausing time and space in front of her eyes also disappeared.

"Hahahaha, it's done!" Viggo Fortz let out a cry of joy, filling Ciri's heart with despair.

But then, a surprising scene suddenly happened to her.

After Viggo Fortz uttered that cry, his entire being vanished like dust. He seemed completely unaware of his own situation, still absorbed in studying the syringe.

In less than a few seconds, his entire body and the syringe in his hand turned into powder and fell to the ground.

And it wasn't just Viggo Fortes; everyone in the entire lab was reduced to dust, one after another.

Xili was completely stunned upon seeing this scene, her face filled with disbelief. "What on earth is this... An Ran?!" After a moment of inaction, she suddenly realized.

It must be, this was definitely the work of his lover. No wonder he left so casually, it turned out he had already made all the arrangements.

This made Ciri feel at ease and happy. Of course, it was followed by confusion and a little bit of complaint.

Mihu was confused and felt it was incredible. In her eyes, An Ran was just an ordinary boy who had just started learning magic and was very talented in swordsmanship. But the contrast he brought to her now was too great, even a little hard to imagine.

Without even knowing what he had done, Viggo Fortescue and his lackeys turned to dust before his eyes. The sight of his greatest rival vanishing right before his eyes left Ciri with a sense of alienation, a kind of magical realism.

What exactly is An Ran, and why does he possess such power? This is what puzzles Xili the most.

It is precisely because of this confusion and the lack of answers that Ciri feels resentful.

She was very happy that her lover came to save her, but now the result was not what she wanted, and the script was not what she expected.

Normally, in this situation, after the battle is won, the hero and heroine should embrace and kiss passionately, right? Why did the hero disappear in the end?

Could it be that the charm of this heroine is not as great as that devil, the Mirror Master? No way, this can't be the case, right? This is absolutely impossible. I, Ciri, will never lose to the devil!

With these thoughts in mind, the door to the laboratory was kicked open. Ciri saw the figures of Geralt and Yennefer.

873 Is the Demon Hunter safe?

Book Artist: So, An Ran-sang is planning to stay in the Witcher world for a long time recently?

Hatchet Girl: I’m very curious, why did you choose that world?

Lazy Kitten: Is it for my daughter?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: She is no longer a daughter now, but has been upgraded to a lover.

The villain in Soul Society: Sassy and jealous?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: A little, but not many.

Book Artist: Phew, what kind of description is this "a little but not much"?

The Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I feel like I’ve been cheated on, but I’m not angry.

Lazy Kitten: Wow, wow! If Sister Xiaonan keeps going like this, she’ll become a Tauren Chieftain sooner or later.

Hatchet Girl: So, this is a medieval village in the West? It looks completely different from what I imagined. It's so dilapidated.

On the screen, An Ran was walking on a country road that looked very dilapidated.

It was called a path, but in reality, it was just mud that had been trampled down to form a path that people could walk on. On both sides of the path were small, low wooden houses, with obvious damage to the surfaces and roofs of the houses.

Several women in linen clothes stood by the roadside, chatting about family matters, while men were hammering at the gate fence with hammers and saws.

As An Ran got closer, the villagers noticed his arrival. The moment they saw his face, both men and women stared with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

obviously.

They had probably never seen such a delicate face in their entire lives, nor had they seen such black hair that clearly didn't belong to a local. However, because An Ran was wearing leather armor and had two long swords hanging from her waist, these people didn't dare to approach her and talk to her.

I just watched helplessly as the young man passed by me and slowly walked towards the center of the village.

It was not until An Ran's back disappeared that these people began to talk.

"Oh my God, have you seen that face? I swear, this is the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life!" A sturdy middle-aged woman shouted with a flushed face.

"Keep your voice down, Niwei! If your blacksmith husband hears it, he will definitely be jealous and go crazy!" The short woman next to him reminded.

"Who cares? He's useless now!" The middle-aged woman, Niweier, seemed furious when she mentioned her husband. "He can't even do it five times every night. He's such a loser!"

"Five times... and he can still be alive?!" The petite woman was stunned, her face full of astonishment.

"Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's talk about that stranger." Niweier felt alert, realizing she had slipped up. "Where do you think he came from?"

"He must be a noble. Skin like that can only be produced by a noble family!" another short and fat woman continued.

"I think so too." The small woman nodded in agreement.

"What noble? That guy's just a freak!" A farmer, who was reinforcing his own fence, shook his head and said helplessly, "Looking at his attire, he's obviously a witcher. Witchers are freaks!"

"Witcher? He is a witcher?" Niweier's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, he's definitely a witcher," the farmer said firmly. "Only a witcher would wear leather armor like that, and only a witcher would carry two swords. A steel sword for killing people, and a silver sword for killing monsters."

"What a shame! That's such a shame." Niweier sighed and shook her head. "I heard that all witchers can't reproduce. What a pity."

"So this is what you feel sorry about?" The farmer's mouth twitched when he heard this and he was speechless.

At this time, the group members who heard the conversation between these people also laughed out loud.

Book Artist: Oh my god, hahahaha! An Ran-san, you're being coveted by an old lady!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Tell me, how do you feel now?

Hatchet Girl: I must be very happy, definitely very happy!

Lazy Kitten: Yes! If it were Gin, he would be so happy that he would cry!

Curly-haired guy: Shut up! I'm not happy at all! Are you even human? Are you even human? That old lady, I don't know if she's 5 feet 4 inches tall, but she definitely weighs over 180 pounds! Who would be interested in a woman like that?

Illustrator: You're wrong, Yin! You should show some basic respect to women, so why can't I? And didn't you hear from the conversation just now? This woman has potential!

Curly-haired guy: I suspect you are talking nonsense to me. Why don’t you tell me what potential you have?

Illustrator: How many women have you seen who have sex five times a day? And don't forget, they have husbands! They have husbands!

Curly hair: ???

Hatchet Girl: That's right! Having a husband means you're a wife! Aren't you getting all worked up?

Curly-haired guy: What the hell, Gin-san, I'm not obsessed with wives! You should tag Wig for this kind of thing! No, this is wrong! We've completely strayed off topic, hey! Aren't we talking about the president right now? How did it get to me, Gin-san?

Skirt-lifting maniac: Hahahaha, this guy just realized it.

Curly-haired boy: Shut up, you bad women!

Lazy Kitten: By the way, do you know when Brother An Ran changed into this demon hunter outfit? And why did he have to be dressed as a demon hunter?

This is an actor: there is no special meaning, just a casual one-click change of clothes.

After the message was sent, An Ran pushed the door and walked into a tavern in the center of the village.

A strong smell of alcohol hit my nose, mixed with the sounds of cursing and shouting. The burly tavern owner brought barrels of low-quality liquor to the counter, and alcoholics swarmed in.

These people seemed to be living in their own little world, not noticing the newcomer, An Ran. That is, until he turned and walked towards the hooded man in the corner.

874 Action Begins

"Hey, kid!" A strong-looking, bearded man stood in front of An Ran. "This is a restricted area. Ms. Maria doesn't want to see people like you."

"Oh, Ms. Maria?" An Ran smiled and said, "What a nice name. It shouldn't be something you came up with on the spur of the moment, right?"

"Kid, you..." The bearded man saw that he seemed unmoved and immediately became angry. He stretched out his large hand like a palm leaf fan and grabbed the boy's shoulder.

Bang.

But before his palm could touch An Ran's body, she was completely thrown backwards. With a "bang", she hit the wall behind her and lost consciousness.

Crash.

Such unusual movements also attracted the attention of the surrounding drinkers and hotel owners. They looked at An Ran angrily with strong anger in their eyes.

"Damn bastard!"

"Demon Hunter, freak!"

"You damn guy, how dare you come here to cause trouble?"

The crowd was excited and rushed towards An Ran, surrounding him in three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Isn't it a bit ridiculous that you want to stop me in this way?" An Ran ignored these people and just looked at Maria who was sitting in the corner.

next moment.

An invisible energy wave burst out from An Ran's body, and the drinkers, hotel owners, and waiters around her turned into particles of molecules and dissipated into the air in an instant.

pat, pat.

An Ran, as if doing something insignificant, walked over to Maria and sat down. With a flick of his wrist, a cup of coffee appeared out of thin air in front of him.

"I thought it would take you a long time to find me. I thought I would be the last one." Maria finally spoke at this time, her expression seemed a little sighing.

As she finished speaking, she lifted her hood, revealing a rather beautiful face.

"You are indeed the last one." An Ran took a sip of coffee and smiled, "But it didn't take long to find you. You seem to have underestimated me and overestimated yourselves."

"Yes," Maria sighed and said, "The power of the gods has always been unfathomable. No creature dares to claim to truly understand the gods. They are just arbitrarily speculating based on their own perceptions."

"Should I call you Gaunt O'Dimm, Mirror Master or Maria?" An Ran asked with a smile.

"Maria is my real name." The woman smiled and said, "When we are together, we are Gaunt O'Dimm or the Master of Mirrors. When we are apart, we each have our own lives, names, and behaviors."

"You should know that using this kind of language trap won't earn me sympathy." An Ran's lips curled up as she said, "To me, whether you're one person or different clones, it won't change your ending."

"Of course, I know that." Maria seemed to have let it go. She took a breath and said, "Gods are never merciful, nor are they cruel. You are just gods, nothing more."

"Have you seen many gods?" An Ran asked curiously.

Maria smiled and replied, "Most of the gods in this world are just projections. They cherish their lives very much. Only Meliteli is relatively good and can be considered kind to her believers. The rest are more like evil gods."

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts. Do you have any last words?" An Ran said calmly.

"Why do you have to kill me? Do demons deserve to die in your eyes?" Maria expressed her inner resentment. It was obvious that she was not as calm as she appeared.

Bang.

But just as she finished her words, the person disappeared like smoke.

An Ran then continued to pick up the coffee on the table and said calmly, "Those people you bewitched must have asked this question before. How did you answer them?"

Book artist: Wow, Master Mirror is now nothing?

Upskirt Maniac: It totally deserves it, no sympathy whatsoever.

Lazy Kitten: This one's hilarious. At the very end, it was trying to appear open-minded, but its last words instantly ruined it. She's just not open-minded at heart, she's afraid of death.

Hatchet Girl: Not only that, he had those people in the bar stop An Ran Sang at the beginning, wasn't he just trying to test whether An Ran Sang would attack mortals? The result is obvious, An Ran Sang will not be morally kidnapped.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: This isn't a question of moral kidnapping. I believe that if these people could be saved, they would not refuse to do so.

This is an actor: Well, they are actors.

Ms. Beaver: Actress?

This is an actor: an empty shell without a soul, already dead.