As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Time stands still!

God knows how Ron felt when he saw these four words.

A picture appeared in his mind almost instantly, a fat man whose grandma didn't care for his uncle or who didn't love him... No, that was hypnosis.

It is the story of a young man who was abandoned by his father since he was a child. He was unwilling to fall and fell. After mastering a skill, he entered school to seek revenge from his sisters and worked hard.

All in all, the ability to stop time appears most often in various animations. It is the kind of familiar ability that every man wants to master. He really didn't expect that it would appear in front of him now.

Okay, so time was slow before, but now time is standing still?

What is the next ability? Is it reversal of time and space?

Ron shook his head vigorously and suppressed the messy images that appeared in his mind. Now was not the time to think about these things.

He took a deep breath, and immediately his soul body sat cross-legged on the ground, with the Key of Time spread out in front of him.

The vigorous energy began to flow into the soul body bit by bit, and the practice began.

This is destined to be a long process, especially for those outside the Soul Crossing Boat.

Mirabell no longer knew how long she had stayed in this destroyed town.

At this moment, does Mirabell still have the slightest bit of elf queen style?

The originally smooth emerald green hair has long lost its original luster, like a pile of withered grass. The clothes on her body are in tatters, and her small hands are full of cracks and even have calluses. She is like a madman. Stones were moved from the front to the back.

Just behind her, a mountain had been piled up at some point, and a large depression appeared in the ruins of the small town in front.

Mirabell didn't know what the meaning of her persistence was. She just subconsciously wanted to find that man out of the ruins, and she wanted to see him alive and dead.

She didn't understand why she had such a strong obsession in her heart. Maybe it was just because in her short life, this was the only person who truly cared about her.

Her little hands moved away stones one after another, uncovering ruins one after another.

She had been without water for a long time.

Although, for her strength, food and fresh water are no longer necessary, the taste of hunger is uncomfortable after all, but Mirabell seems not to notice at all, she is just working hard, trying hard , working hard, looking for that little bit of hope.

Every time she moved a boulder, she was full of hope. Every time the boulder was moved away, she was only disappointed.

Hope, disappointment, hope, disappointment...

The reincarnation comparable to hell is like a huge whirlpool. Mirabell has been reincarnated in this vortex hundreds of millions of times. She doesn't know how she managed to survive the long one hundred and eighty-nine days. .

Tired?

very tired.

But compared to the physical exhaustion, the mental torture is more despairing.

The mountain collapsed.

The small town turned into ruins.

Fingers with polished nails lifted up the messy long hair on his forehead, and his eyes, which had long lost their original luster, stared quietly at the ruins of the wall in front of them.

After one hundred and eighty-nine days of hard work, she didn't know how many stones she had moved. She didn't even know what the point of continuing like this was. Perhaps, one day in the future, when all her willpower would be exhausted, She will give up when she is clean, right?

But, that is the future, at least for now she has not been able to let go of her obsession.

No matter if he was alive or dead, she still wanted to see him again.

He lowered his head and looked at his little hands. The originally delicate fingers were full of cracks, the nails had disappeared, and the once beautiful catkins were now rough.

The clothes on his body are also in tatters, and his two calves are completely exposed. The originally delicate and white, graceful calves are now scarred by stones.

Further down, there is a pair of small feet.

The soles of the shoes have long been worn away, and a few toes are exposed.

Mirabell let out a breath and showed a bitter smile. Now, she doesn't look like the Elf Queen at all. Even a beggar on the street is better than herself, right?

One hundred and eighty-nine days of hard work day and night, even with her strength, it was a bit unbearable. Mirabell even felt that if she closed her eyes now, she would fall asleep immediately.

It was obviously just the first time that she and that man had met, and Mirabelle never imagined that she would have such a strong obsession with that man.

Perhaps, it was because he was the one who saved him from the gate of hell when half of his body was already submerged in hell.

Perhaps, it was because he cut off the Holy Father's arm and freed her from the sea of ​​suffering.

Perhaps, it was the warmth brought by the magic scroll of the hymn.

Perhaps it was his not-so-wide back that blocked his demeanor.

She had been living in a precarious life before, and she might die at any time due to inexplicable reasons. She didn't understand love and love, and she had no time to care about those things.

However, Mirabell knew that that man was like a terrifying whirlpool, and she had sunk into the whirlpool and could no longer break free.

So what about one hundred and eighty-nine days? Even if it is one thousand eight hundred and ninety days, eighteen thousand nine hundred days, no matter how hard she works, no matter what year or month, she will definitely find him, for sure!

She wanted to tell him personally that she fell in love with him.

The moment he stood in front of her.

Mirabell sniffed hard and dug out another huge stone from the ruins with her hands. She glanced at it casually, then threw the stone to the hill behind her, and then repeated the same action.

……

call!

Time stood still and learned.

Ron didn't know how long he stayed on the Soul Crossing Boat.

He was in no rush to return to his body, that would not be a good thing for him.

The erosion and pollution of the evil god mainly affects the soul, spirit, and will, but this does not mean that the physical body will not be affected, but the impact is not as serious as the mental pollution.

Moreover, even if the body is contaminated, the ultimate purpose of this pollution is to corrode the soul.

When Father God Alecius pollutes Ron, his body will inevitably be affected. Once his soul returns, the remaining pollution in the body will gradually spread to the soul.

This is something Ron doesn't want to see.

As for the body that has lost its soul, the pollution will gradually dissipate as time goes by, but it just takes a little longer.

Just like now, Ron, who had just returned to his physical body, could clearly feel how stiff his body was. It was obviously a living body, but it was as hard as a statue. Even though his soul had returned, he could not even feel it for a while. Unable to control my body.

Ron estimated that he had been in seclusion on the Soul Crossing Boat for about twenty-five days this time. If he was placed in the Twilight Continent, one or two hundred days should have passed. No wonder his body became like this. appearance.

However, there is not no good news. At least, all the pollution in the body has basically dissipated on its own.

After a long time passed, Ron finally felt that his body seemed to have regained a little bit of consciousness.

His fingers trembled slightly.

Then, he felt as if he had touched something, soft and bouncy.