I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

To sum it up in the simplest and clearest terms:

——Eric died for about thousands of years, and now he is finally resurrected.

"Although the truth is true, I always feel that it sounds weird, not too...tactful?"

"Be tactful."

The person who had just come back to life opened his mouth with such a more untactful tone.

Probably something went wrong during the resurrection, he failed to wake up in time, first floated in the water for a long time, and then buried in the soil for a long time - was dug out by the magician who was the first to pick him up At that time, the image was very bad, and it has become a top-secret black history that cannot be mentioned.

It's understandable to be in a bad mood.

It is also very reasonable to fly away the "obstacles" coming from the side under low air pressure.

Probably there is something dirty, smelly, and dark. Eric is not in the mood to see what it looks like, and he is not in the mood to pay attention to it. He just turns it into an ice sculpture and disappears.

The flower magician who silently witnessed the whole process: "...Oh."

It was obvious that something had been discovered, but seeing the silver-haired boy's black cloud over his head, Merlin decided to keep silent for now.

Waking up is waking up.

The ground under your feet is indeed real.

But for some reason, Eric's mind was still in confusion.

Maybe it's because I don't know how long years have passed since that rather long "dream".

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the light-colored nightmare. He couldn't let go of the unrealistic feeling, and truly admitted that what he saw was indeed "reality".

There is still an opportunity missing.

Eric didn't realize that he vaguely felt that the city he came to when he woke up was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was for a while.

Merlin asked him if he had any plans for where he would go in the future.

The answer is of course "no".

Where to find something - this kind of idea also vaguely emerges, but it is difficult to grasp it.

Sure enough, I can only walk aimlessly.

Just go forward, wait until you reach a certain place, maybe you can find a little clue...

"..."

"Well, that, Eddie."

"What?"

The magician, who had faded his presence for a long time, coughed lightly. He didn't know whether he was embarrassed or was using it to hide his smile: "I don't know if you heard it, but since just now, someone has been shouting And you."

Eric: "?"

Shen Feitian was so fascinated that he really didn't hear it.

Unknowingly, the two people from other worlds who should not belong here went around here for a long time, and encountered many things along the way.

The number of poor passers-by who were instantly killed by men immersed in their own world—such as the one who appeared by accident at the beginning—is unexpectedly large.

The robber who just came out of the bank, the murderer who threatened the hostages on the main road and confronted the police, the robber who leaped madly on the top of the building to escape, or the unlucky thief who was not so dangerous and just touched the wallet of a passerby...

There is no need to doubt, even when these people turned into ice cubes and fell to the ground, their figures did not fall into the cold eyes of the "culprit".

He didn't even know that he "smoothly" got rid of so many troublemakers and indirectly helped people maintain the city's law and order.

"Wow!"

"what!"

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

On this seemingly ordinary afternoon, a series of weird events happened on the street.

The silver-haired boy that no one has ever seen has a cold expression, and it is snowing wherever he goes. I don't know how many criminals have been "killed" by him.

This scene always feels a bit familiar.

A long, long time ago, something similar seemed to have happened - although not so exaggerated.

But what exactly is "how long ago".

And the voice that said it was calling him all the time.

In this place, how could someone know him, and still bark so persistently?

unless……

"Eric!"

The cries that seemed to be shouted from different populations sounded excitedly from not far away.

In the beginning, of course, only one person made a sound, and then it became sporadic with extremely complicated emotions, and then...

to now.

Everyone was shouting in unison: "E-LI-K!!!"

"Aren't you mistaken? Is it true? It really wasn't a dream—so happy!"

There was the sound of a little girl crying.

"What's the matter with you, we thought you overslept! Forget it... you're back anyway!"

There was the voice of the little ghost pretending to be filled with righteous indignation.

In addition to these, there are a few that sound very familiar, and they have heard voices countless times somewhere.

"Brat, the commotion this time is ten times bigger than the last time! I'm afraid you won't be treated as a terrorist on the TV news! Oh no, you've already been on it, otherwise we wouldn't have seen it!"

Hearing this sentence, Eric's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The look on his face changed slightly at that moment, but he hadn't fully recovered yet.

Fortunately, although the final impetus came late, it was——

"Are you pretending not to hear you on purpose, you nasty shorty!"

Because of the perfect timing, the shout spread across the sky, making this angry shout echo deeply within a radius of ten meters or even a wider area.

And echoes keep ringing:

"Damn shorty-"

"A dwarf who doesn't grow tall—"

"dwarf--"

The silver-haired boy turned around abruptly at this moment.

Perhaps the last ray of light from the setting sun was projected on his face.

The cold golden eyes and pale face were dyed with a warm light, deep in his heart, there seemed to be a door, and it was only at this moment that it was truly opened.

"It's a bit late, but I have to add this—welcome back, Eddie."

There was a smile in the magician's voice, and he pointed forward: "Go and have a look?"

"..."

Needless to say, Eric finally moved after a long silence.

He took a step spontaneously and walked towards the crowd that was standing in a circle.

At first it was walking, but within a few steps, it turned into a lightning-fast gallop.

"Eric!"

The people (mainly a group of little ghosts) who were moved by this scene burst into tears, and opened their arms one after another, wanting to embrace the big brother...

— Embrace each other and weep?

——Thinking too much!

"Who do you say is a dwarf???!!!"

Bang—boom! ! !

An angry dwarf jumped up on the spot, blasted all the bastards who came to greet him into the air, and fell to the ground in all directions.

That's right, no matter when, "short"!These are forbidden words that are absolutely not allowed to be spoken in front of Brother Eric!

Not to mention, Eric felt depressed after he came back to life, not just because he felt empty in his heart.

The reason... Well, it's here.

It used to be a dream. When I dreamed that I came back to life, I lost my memory and then became shorter...

In the end, he really lived. Why is he still a dwarf less than 1.4 meters? !

……

……

This is probably the case. The revived Eric met with his younger brothers and some relatives and friends smoothly. The picture was so warm that it made people (beat up) cry.

After tidying up the younger brothers, by the way, they had a lot of exercise.

"wrong."

Eric said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

Merlin asked.

"Little brother can clean up at any time, don't worry." Eric sat on the pile of "corpses" and pondered, and then quickly made a decision.

"Those two people are not here, and I probably won't be able to make it through. I have to find them first."

The two people he mentioned, no accident, of course are the world's strongest bald man without hair, and the world's strongest idiot with facial paralysis and love to complain.

Only after finding these two people can I sit down and rest with peace of mind.

Then, there are a few more things.

"What does Artoria mean by the singularity?"