Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 482 The Young Man's Swan Song

After learning about Hax's plan, Tang Zijun thought she would be transported back to the past as soon as she opened her eyes, just like Wolverine.

But he was clearly overestimating the situation.

Tang Zijun only felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and the intense light made him subconsciously want to raise his hand to block it.

But he soon noticed that he had lost sensation in his hands—no, not just his hands, but his entire body felt completely out of control. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he heard a sound like the whistling of wind, sharp as a blade cutting through the air, incredibly piercing.

A tremendous suction force surged from all directions, as if to tear him to pieces.

Her consciousness began to blur, like a fog or a viscous swamp. Tang Zijun tried hard to think about something, but found that her thoughts were becoming sluggish and chaotic.

Every nerve was throbbing, as if countless fine needles were piercing his body, or as if he were being devoured by scorching flames. The pain made Tang Zijun's head even more dizzy.

In this agony, he felt as if his soul had been forcibly pulled out of his body by an invisible hand.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of weightlessness washed over me, and the surrounding scenery began to surge rapidly, as if I were falling into an endless abyss.

Amidst the chaos, Hax's voice slowly cut through the piercing wind, precisely entering Tang Zijun's mind. "Don't worry, dizziness is normal."

Hacks's voice carried an barely suppressed chuckle.

It's unclear whether it's because he possesses such immense power, or because the idea of ​​sending Tang Zijun back to the past has piqued his interest. "Sending you back won't be easy. After all, you came from the future, so directly sending your consciousness back would require sending it back to the future first, and then back to the past. That's like going in a huge circle, which I can't do."

"So I chose a more convenient method, which is to use your consciousness in this timeline as a springboard. In this way, we don't need to travel nearly 20 years more, but only need to move forward one year."

"But this means your consciousness will have to leave your body, and that kind of pain is not something most people can endure. Hehe." Tang Zijun: ?

You laughed, didn't you?

You must have laughed just now!

Why wait until after it starts to talk about something so important? Shouldn't this be something we remind ourselves of before the operation begins? His consciousness began to slip away, and the surrounding scenery was changing rapidly. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Tang Zijun had completely lost his sense of direction. He only felt that everything around him was spinning, without any discernible pattern.

If it were just a change in space, Tang Zijun, who had been active in the Reversal World for many years, would have gotten used to it long ago. However, this difference in consciousness still made him feel an unbearable sense of oppression.

In the ethereal realm, he vaguely discovered that everything within his sight had become transparent, and in the distance, a being shimmering with a faint light shone exceptionally brightly.

Before he could see clearly, a powerful force shoved him hard, and Tang Zijun felt as if an airplane was taking off, speeding away in a certain direction.

The speed increased rapidly, so fast that Tang Zijun felt like she was being torn apart.

After a dizzying sensation, he touched a familiar yet unfamiliar body.

There was a strange sense of comfort in his body. Before Tang Zijun could even react, his consciousness had completely adapted and merged into it, just like water seeping into parched land.

So, I've entered my own body in this timeline?

"Get ready, this is where it really begins," Hax's voice came again.

Upon hearing this, Tang Zijun's mind, which had just been about to relax, tensed up again. Before he could react, the comfortable feeling was once again shattered by the flickering light and shadow.

It was as if a projector was playing a film at high speed, with light and shadow constantly shifting, making Tang Zijun feel dizzy.

In those lights and shadows, there are the streets where he played, the classrooms where he went to school, and the classmates who have long been placed deep in his memory.

"You were definitely cursing me in your mind just now, weren't you?"

"Don't deny it, you know I can tell if you're lying."

Hacks's voice lingered in Tang Zijun's ears, his tone still as sarcastic and irritating as ever.

But soon, the other party became much more serious.

"It seems you've gotten used to this feeling. Your spirit is truly almost demonic. I won't be able to accompany you on the road ahead; you'll have to rely on yourself."

"I have already set up an emergency anchor point for your consciousness. Whatever you do, remember, do not try to change history, otherwise the lies I made up will not hold water."

"This isn't about altering the entire timeline, it's just about exploiting a loophole. If you change the past, everything will change dramatically."

"If history changes, then you won't be here to find me. A series of events will pile up and may even cause the timeline to collapse. Of course, the most likely outcome is that your consciousness will be swept into the tide of the timeline, and then your existence will be removed from reality to erase your existence and ensure the stability of the timeline."

"So you need to understand, your only goal is to stop that guy, don't do anything unnecessary."

"Good luck"

She didn't know how much time had passed; it felt like a year, or perhaps a century. Tang Zijun felt as if she were a spring being stretched out by something.

The tearing sensation tormented him constantly, and what was most unbearable was that he couldn't even make a sound. Finally, the pulling sensation gradually disappeared.

However, just as Tang Zijun was about to return to his past self's body, the scene before him stunned him completely.

He saw his past self, that young and energetic boy, now lying quietly on the cold ground.

The pale face and the horrific wounds piercing through the body made Tang Zijun instantly realize that his past self was about to become a corpse. He stared at the scene in disbelief, trying to get closer to the body, but he soon discovered that he couldn't move at all. He was like a fixed perspective, only able to watch helplessly as it all happened.

The surrounding environment was somewhat dim, filled with an ominous atmosphere.

Beside the boy's body, a middle-aged man with an eerie appearance let out a cold laugh.

"That's all there is to it."

Looking down at the boy lying on the ground, barely breathing, the God of Time and Space let out a soft, cold snort.

"When will you understand how great what I'm doing is? As a god, my duty is to lead my people into eternity..." The God of Time and Space shook his head after his gaze lingered on the boy for a moment, then turned away as if he had lost interest.

"You are not worthy to be called a god, and I have no need to talk to you about these things now."

"...You...ha..." Sensing the other's movement, the boy on the ground tried his best to do something, but he could only let out a few gasps despite using all his strength.

"Still have the strength...?" The God of Time and Space seemed somewhat surprised, but he only smiled slightly. "Don't worry, the New Era will forever remember your contributions."

"You are the first, but you won't be the last. If I remember correctly, the little girl next door should also be on the list..." Before he could finish speaking, a look of astonishment appeared on the God of Time and Space's face.

Looking down, he saw that the boy, with some unknown strength, was gripping his foot tightly with one hand.

"No...you mustn't...hurt...her."

"Very touching."

The God of Time and Space commented in a calm tone.

"But what good is that? You see, I'm not some ruthless executioner. My job is to eliminate viruses that shouldn't exist in the world."

"And you are one of the biggest viruses in the world."

Without using much force, the God of Time and Space easily broke free from the boy's grasp by simply taking a half-step back.

His blood-stained hand fell limply to the ground, two streams of tears sliding down the boy's face, mingling with the blood on the floor. The lights in the room seemed to dim slightly, as if they might go out at any moment, and the clock on the wall ticked away, each strike clearly echoing in the silent air.

The boy finally collapsed completely, his body seemingly becoming one with the cold ground.

Outside the window, the wind howled, and the branches rustled.

Looking at the boy who had completely lost his life, the God of Time and Space remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and placed his hand on the doorknob. However, the instant his fingertips touched the doorknob, his movement suddenly froze.

A hint of doubt flashed in his dark blue eyes, as if he had sensed something unusual, but before he could figure out where this strangeness came from...

The boy's voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"You are not allowed to hurt her."