from Xingyuan

He raised his hand, and familiarly recalled the system panel in the way he remembered:
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[Name]: Li Ozi

[Race]: Void Corruptor

[gender]: no

【Age】: 33 years old

[Template]: War Madness
[Faction]: No Faction

[Total Level]: (Void Lock)
——[Main Occupation]: Void Department——[Void Infector] lv.180 (locked)
——[sub-profession]:? ?
[Life Point]: 55

【Energy value】: 49 million

【attribute】:
Strength - 1092
Dexterity - 880
Constitution - 1200
Charm - (missing)

Will - 140
【talent】:
[Racial Talent · Path of the Void]: Your life and talent have been taken over by the void, and the great nihilistic narrative has become your new path.

Under the void path, you cannot upgrade your career through experience, but as your void corruption gets deeper and deeper, you will gradually become a true void race and improve the realm of the path.

[Void talent · flesh and blood incarnation]: Your current body is not a real body, but an avatar projection generated for you by the void narrative.Projection can't get new skills, but you will inherit some of the characteristics of the original path.

Current Flesh Traits: Echoing Concussion - The resulting attack will have a spread and concussion effect.

[Personal Talent Object Resonance] - Compared with ordinary people, it is easier for you to concentrate, and it is easier to perceive the law of changes in things.

Effect: Cancels the forward shake of all your spellcasting actions.

[Possess skills]:
(locked)
【Class】:
Jottarian (9)

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In five years, a lot has changed.

"In the end, everything will return to the palm of my hand."

Lioz closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

In fact, he was not "Leo Oz" at all.

He was just a blacksmith, a blacksmith who got the moniker "Lioz."

The infection of the void stripped him apart, especially his soul and life, none of which returned.

As a blacksmith, he actually only has the name "Lioz".

For research purposes, the people in the institute input the memory into him.

His rich experience as a player and his combat skills allowed him to temporarily get rid of his status as a shy and dull blacksmith and return to that experienced warrior.

After defeating these two girls, he gained Li Aoz's habits and hobbies. It wasn't until this moment that a part of Li Aoz's personality gradually formed.

Including 【Dark Light】.

It's a pity that the blacksmith doesn't have [charm], so he can't really drive this arcane power, and he has to rely on the power of the void to really fight.

However, Void is different from [Society]. The path of Void is called the "Seventh Path". Although there is no opportunity to ascend to the gods, there are Void Lords and Void Lords who are comparable to gods for promotion.

"The youngsters with the Ailaiyi Spirit Race and [Pegasus Power] have been cleared away...but I can't drive them for the time being, which is still acceptable."

Others, such as [Soul Sword Master], [Bloodline], [Wanning Moon], etc., Li Aoz didn't know where to find them.

Anyway, looking at it now, there is no [Charm] blessing.Except for 【Bloodline】, the others are of little help to him.

In contrast, the most important thing is to get the "soul" and "charm" of Li Ozi.

"Only by taking these back can we completely assemble 'Li Aoz'..."

However, if you do that.

The blacksmith hesitated.

He's just an ugly, stupid blacksmith who got the name "Lioz."

Is he really... Li Aoz?
In other words, if Li Aoz came back, what should he do as a "blacksmith"?
It is true that Li Ozi's life was turbulent and magnificent, but is his peaceful life as a blacksmith insignificant?

—Then what is all this about him?
There was a void purple in his eyes.

The road before the blacksmith split into two:
In the end, go on and combine to form everything about Li Ozi.

Or, stop here and use Li Aoz's knowledge, experience and ability to end his life?
As Li Aozzi became famous all over the world and galloped across the stars, but lost his self as a "blacksmith".

Or return to the stable life of a blacksmith, give up the legend of Li Ozi, and live a peaceful but real life.

Leoz, Leoz...

The blacksmith held his forehead.

——Which one is the real "I"?
"Oh, you were able to kill those sisters."

A frivolous voice sounded.

The blacksmith turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice—the visitor had black hair like ink night, gray eyes like zircon, and was so handsome that even a stone would be moved by him.

As he approached step by step, his appearance gradually coincided with the "Li Aoz" in the blacksmith's memory, but it was completely different.

Li Aoz doesn't have that kind of frivolous temperament.

"I didn't expect you to be a strong man at the level of a high table knight."

Jiasling smiled slightly, and then immediately changed his face:

"But in the face of my gravity, everything is in vain!"

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Ping——

The fluctuation of gravitational force swept across the space quickly, and the beauty that Jiasling inherited from "Leotz" impressed the world, and he willingly allowed time and space to freeze.

The blacksmith's body was stiff and fixed, and he watched the golden halos bloom in the eyes of the beautiful young man in front of him, walking forward leisurely like a stroll in the courtyard.

"I'm different from a waste like you who relies on the void to become stronger. This beauty is the product of the creation of the universe and the world, and it is the expression of the world's preference."

With his hands in his pockets, Jiasling approached the blacksmith with a smile:

"No matter how strong you are, the world will always be on my side!"

He said, raised his hand, and pressed down:
"4000 times gravity—"

Snapped!
Before he could finish his sentence, a side kick flew in the air and hit his head. Jiaslin was immediately kicked out, rolled on the ground for a few weeks, and raised his head in disbelief:

"Impossible, I obviously stopped time and space! How could you—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a bright figure suddenly rise up and land in front of him, his gray eyes immediately met with a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Polena—"

"Your ability seems to have no effect on my blood or my soul, Jiaslin."

Polina raised her hand and grabbed Jiaslin's neck, her whole body was filled with a primitive oppressive aura that made all sentient beings terrified.

She tilted her head slightly, and silver runes appeared in her eyes:
"Xiwen, Eveli, Nalta, Durin...everyone is dead, and it's all because of you, Jiaslin."

"Uh uh, it's none of my business—"

"These eyes," Polina said lightly, "these eyes allow me to see everything."

Jaslin stared:
"you……"

"I have seen the truth of all this. I have seen through the essence of your beautiful appearance. There is only a poor, humble soul, and a baby-like life."

Polina gently lifted Jaslin's neck, grabbed him by the neck, and said:
"Jaslin, as a cyborg, you must be suffering..."

"Shut up, Polina! What do you think you are—"

"Yeah, of course I am nothing. I am rich, powerful and have a background. Of course I have never suffered the hardships you have suffered. I am a naive and perfect young lady. But even if I am like this, there are some things that are different from yours. The bottom line principle of civilian similarity!"

Polina exhaled and said lightly:
"And I only have one bottom line..."

Gaslin's neck lightened and he fell to the ground.

"That is--"

He looked up, and Polina turned her back to him, like a dismissive victor's gesture, leaving a contemptuous kindness:
"Don't touch the baby."