Constructing-Style Wizard-Chapter 1441

Chapter 1441: Ending 2: Supreme Self

“He actually came back…”

Noland Lee slowly awoke to the familiar starry sky, while beneath him was what seemed like a vacuum that somehow allowed one to lie flat and walk on an invisible surface.

“Hiss, huff~”

Noland slowly sat up, his right hand supporting him off the ground, his left arm bent and resting on his bent knee, languidly sitting on the ground without any rush to stand up.

He had been to this place a few times, so there was no need to be surprised.

Looking at those stars against the black cosmos, and then at the Magic Hut he had crafted with his own hands not far away, if Noland couldn’t even vaguely guess what was happening, that would be quite foolish.

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He had always been in an illusion.

Always.

He had never woken up.

What about waking up to see theAssassin Angel and “Command”‘s clone beside him, helping to dispel the illusion.

Or discussing a plan to deal with the Metal Ancestor Dragon with theAssassin Angel.

Or disguising as a Player to sneak into the Inner Cosmos, passing through the Illusion Space, and pulling the lever to reset the Inner Cosmos.

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All of these were false.

All just an illusion.

And not only that, like the times Noland was killed by Void Spears in the first illusion, or just now in the second illusion, burned to ash by Sacred Fire, these vivid deaths all were fake.

It’s precisely because all of these were fake that he could “rebirth” in this starry sky that was both unfamiliar and familiar after death.

To call it “rebirth,” Noland thought it felt more like a “reset.”

Upon his death, he would be reset by the illusion back to the starting condition.

This expanse of starry sky was a save point; die, and he would stand alone, returning here.

Unquestionably, this was a cycle, and at present, there seemed to be no way to break it.

As for the flame hovering at the Cane Tip Seat and the number “0” beside it, Noland thought they were a sort of button to initiate the next cycle.

If he touched the number “0,” everything would start over.

He would “wake up” again, “see” the Assassin Angel and the clone of “Command,” and then carry out a series of actions against the Extraterrestrial Eternity.

He would fail time and again, rebirth time and again, until his will wore down, his fighting spirit was lost, and he finally accepted the invincibility of the Extraterrestrial Eternity, joining them.

This was a conspiracy.

A conspiracy to force him to submit to the Extraterrestrial Eternity through an illusion.

Sadly, it seemed that he couldn’t break through the illusion based solely on his personal power.

Noland sighed silently and stood up from the ground.

He outlined a Magic Array Blueprint in his mind, transformed into a gas orb wandering through space, floating towards the number “0.”

After probably figuring out his situation, Noland felt quite at peace.

He believed that his true self in the real world was still redeemable.

Regardless of whether the Assassin Angel in the real world had been saved by him, he trusted that the Scroll Angel, “Command,” “Wizard,” and other extraordinary entities not affected by the illusion would continue to try to rescue the Assassin Angel and him.

One day, he would witness the great collapse of this Illusion Space and return to the real world.

Before that, Noland thought he could use the ability of the Illusion Space to reset himself to try out different approaches against the Extraterrestrial Eternity, one by one.

As his thoughts spread in his mind, the orange figure that appeared just as he was about to pull the lever in the previous round aroused Noland’s curiosity.

Who was this figure?

The rumored Star God?

Or Senati?

“Perhaps I can ask the Assassin Angel in the next cycle. Although the Assassin Angel I see is created by the illusion, it seems to possess considerable intelligence and can provide me with fairly detailed answers based on my questions.”

Noland mused to himself.

He characterized the answers given by the “Assassin Angel” as “detailed” rather than “accurate.”

This was because he himself did not know whether what the other said was true or not; anyway, it sounded comprehensive and more convincing.

This should be the impressive part of the Illusion Space.

The brainstem that created this illusion held extremely high status.

To dupe him, a mere mortal, based on this would likely be a piece of cake.

“People often say that a mix of three parts lies and seven parts truth is more convincing than a mouthful of lies.”

Noland nodded slowly:

“I can ask the ‘Assassinate Angel’ created by the illusion the same question using different perspectives and phrases in different cycles. By compiling the answers given by the ‘Assassin Angel’ and refining them, I stand a good chance of extracting genuine information.”

Noland continuously formulated plans to interact with the “Assassin Angel” in his mind.

Unwittingly, he stood before the number “0” for the third time.

Once prepared, he raised his hand, reaching towards the number “0,” intending to initiate the third cycle.

But just then, Noland’s gaze inadvertently caught sight of the tiny flame, and he noticed an extremely easy-to-miss detail.

His body shuddered slightly; he forcibly retracted his hand and took three steps back, facing the flame and sidestepping around it.

An odd scene unfolded.

No matter which position he moved to, the arrangement of the flame and the number “0” always stayed the same, with the number on the left and the flame on the right, as though these two entities were turning in place to match his movements.

What surprised Noland even more was that the flame was identical to the “Sacred Fire” he had seen in the previous cycle.