lol: Bind Syndra at the start

In an instant, all the images, sounds, and touches disappeared.

What followed was a wooden house.

It was not the kind of wooden house that Ryan knew in his previous life, but a more exquisite and magical tree nest that was completely grown from a giant tree.

In Ionia, people do not need to build houses with their own hands.

The rich magical atmosphere permeates every corner of Ionia like the air, giving everything a layer of spirituality.

When you need a wooden house, you just need to get along well with the wood spirits, and the trees will grow into the shape of a house.

The only 'hidden danger' is that your house will continue to grow according to its own will.

For example, now, although only a short time has passed, a branch with sharp thorns has appeared in front of Ryan's eyes, almost touching his cheek.

He took a step back silently, and after making sure that the branch would not continue to grow, Ryan looked at the man sitting opposite him.

The long dark green hair, deep eye sockets and conspicuous dark circles undoubtedly revealed the other person's identity.

This is an artist and also the first 'hero' Ryan meets after traveling through time - Comet.

The images and sounds just now were not his illusions, but paintings that embodied Hui's complex thoughts.

At this moment, Hui was looking at the free branch, as if she had gained some new insights from the thorns. However, she ultimately shook her head and returned her attention to reality. "They are still rejecting you."

Ryan smiled indifferently, reached out his hand and tapped the thorns lightly.

The thorns swayed slightly, as if they were "baring their fangs and claws", but in the end they did not take the next step.

"Compared to the beginning, it's now considered friendly. Before, they wanted to stab me to death, but now it's more like a symbolic intimidation."

"That's good..." After making sure the branch wouldn't pose any danger to Ryan, Hui finally returned to the topic that belonged to him. "What do you think of the painting just now?"

Ryan thought about what he had just seen and heard, "Are you describing a world?"

Hui's eyes lit up. "Yes, every time I look up at the night sky, I always wonder what kind of world is hidden under that black background. There may be many things there that we have never seen."

"The night sky..." Ryan paused for a moment, then raised his arm and casually drew a few strokes in the air in front of him. Dark purple gloomy magic instantly outlined a curtain, engulfing Hui. "Perhaps I can provide you with some inspiration."

'Buzz'

Almost at the moment Ryan finished speaking, Hui felt like she had entered another world.

The air around him seemed to be sucked away in an instant, and he seemed to be the only one left in the world.

A feeling of loneliness came over him, but when he looked into the distance, he suddenly saw one huge spherical object after another.

Those objects were scattered throughout the boundless darkness, each emitting a faint light.

These huge spheres are far apart, but there seems to be some force pulling them together.

And somewhere further away, a huge blazing fireball seemed to illuminate the entire world...

Just by looking at it from a distance, Hui felt as if her soul was trapped in some kind of heat.

......

Looking at Hui who was lost in the 'painting', Ryan stood up silently and walked outside.

According to past experience, Hui needs at least half an hour to wake up from the picture she created.

Waiting is impossible.

I am not an artist, and those so-called "paintings" are nothing more than memories I brought from another world.

No matter in which world or era, the value of "art" is often positively correlated with the degree to which it is detached from the masses.

For Ryan, those overly vague achievements have never been what he pursues. He still prefers the feeling of being down-to-earth.

Open the door of the library and you will see the blue ocean and golden beach outside.

On Ionian maps, this area belongs to the territory of Navoli.

Standing at Ryan's position and looking to the north, he could vaguely see the mill town and market buildings, as well as the fortress-like cliffs further behind.

According to Hui, this place used to be bustling with people.

But a few years ago, the Noxians invaded this pure land, and since then all the seaside towns have become quieter than the waves.

Although the wheels of war have temporarily stopped, the shadow it casts still hovers over Ionia.

For the Ionians, the seaside means danger, because you never know where those Noxian barbarians will land next time.

Nowadays, the only people who are willing to live around here are those who love this beach deeply.

Ryan only felt regretful about this.

As a time traveler, he knew where the real 'front line' was.

A few hundred miles to the southwest, covered by thick haze, there is an island called Philor.

There is a military fortress on the island.

Noxus has never given up its covetousness on Ionia. Even though there has been a temporary ceasefire, the fortress is still filled with Noxus' elite soldiers, like a fishbone stuck in Ionia's throat.

But ordinary Ionians don't know these things.

They could only flee in fear from any possible danger.

Looking back, Ryan saw tightly wrapped fruits on the beach not far away.

This may be Ionia, but fruit doesn't package itself and ship it to your door.

He walked over with a smile, and as he expected, there was a line of words left on the beach next to the fruit - 'This is our extra'.

"Can't you find another excuse..."

Ryan shook his head and picked up the fruit.

The fresh, fruity aroma proves that they were picked recently.

Almost every two or three days, the nearby Ionians would send some of their 'extra' food over.

Perhaps in the eyes of these kind-hearted Ionians, Ryan, a lonely boy who was not liked by the New Land, would starve to death without their help.

Ryan has no way to repay this kindness for the time being.

After all, as a person who was tired of the Newborn Land, he could not move forward here in the true sense of the word.

After packing up the fruits, Ryan walked towards the beach.

He needs to fulfill his obligations before Hui wakes up.

Ryan, whose ankles were already submerged in the sea water, closed his eyes in the sun. When his perception began to circle along with the power of his soul, he seemed to see the island with the military fortress.

At this moment, the entire island and even the military fortress are covered by a black soul.

crazy;

helpless;

gloomy......

Countless negative emotions were churning inside that black soul, and the entire island seemed like it could be destroyed at any time.

Looking at this black soul, Ryan smiled warmly.

He tried to make his voice friendly.

"Having a nightmare again...Sindra."

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Chapter 2 The Rabbit Puts the Carrot into the Bathtub

About five minutes later, Ryan raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Today he saved the island's fate again.

Sindra's dream was still the same as before, empty, chaotic and dangerous.

Most of the time her consciousness seemed to be immersed in a nightmare or tragic memory.

In her cognition, her sporadic real perception of the outside world seemed more like confusing dreams.

Ryan could actually understand this, after all, the other party's experience was both tortuous and tragic.

In addition, after being suppressed for so many years, no matter how strong one's willpower is, it is inevitable that there will be some mental problems.

However, although he understood it, this confusion undoubtedly made Ryan need to be more cautious in the comforting process.

He had to extract useful information from the information that sounded like rambling nonsense.

Distinguish clearly what is the real factor that troubles Syndra and what are the external factors that are temporarily added in.

This process is like a mentally ill patient constantly explaining her worldview to you, and nagging you that you are also a mushroom.

And you need to play the role of a mushroom and find out why she thinks she is a mushroom.

But no matter how tortuous the path is, it will become a smooth road as you walk on it again and again.

Ryan has gradually found the knack.

Now, not only can he play the role of a mushroom with ease, but he can also learn some tips on how to grow taller from another mushroom...

"Snapped!"

Ryan patted his head gently with his hand, and then slowly began to take a deep breath.

After the dream ended, he needed some time to get his thoughts back on track.

I'm not a mushroom.

I'm not a mushroom.

I'm not a mushroom...

After reciting it silently three times, Ryan said to himself facing the beach:

"I am a mushroom...I am a human."

well.

I am still normal!

Ryan is very satisfied with his mental state. He can maintain an open mind without losing his rationality.

After confirming that he was still alone, he began to review the gains of this dream journey.

First, there is the direct harvest...

He raised his fingertips.

The gloomy black magic was not afraid of the scorching sun, but instead became more cheerful as if to challenge it.

Time travel without cheating is bound to be accompanied by regrets.

And Lion's trick is that whenever Syndra starts to weave dreams, he will feel something.

And he can easily follow that feeling into Sindra's dream, glimpse Sindra's experience and... the nature of dark magic.

This ability created a magical connection between him and Syndra.

Specifically, he also possesses dark magic.

And this magic will become stronger as he and Sindra "come into contact".

In Ryan's view, if this connection is a system.

Then this system will probably be called the Syndra Favorability System, or the Syndra Development System.

Of course, this kind of development is a two-way process.

Syndra gave herself strength.

And I...am responsible for coaxing her to sleep.

Soothe her nightmares.

And provide her with a comfortable sleeping environment.

The former is easy to understand.

As for the latter.